best swordsman in France [such a shame we're in England]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[there is a pile of pillows, carpets (a fair few Persian due to his most recent adventure), blankets and drapery beside the Master, who is standing just outside of the Fortress of Awesome self made. One might assume that the Master was in the process of taking the various furnishings into the Fortress, and one would be right. Indeed, half of them are inside the Fortress.

Sadly, the Master got distracted by trying to balance the tip of a sword on his finger, and has now completely forsaken his project for the sake of practicing his fencing]

What this place really needs, right now, is a United Parcel Service. Not the Royal Mail; I don't trust them. But the UPS is predictably awful and that's... dull.

Scratch that, then! We need the Royal Mail!

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Is it foreboding, really? I thought it was more... well, very nice. And I love the way the metal reflects the stars, don't you?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's certainly nice to look at, but it does have that certain feel. [grin] Mind, that could be the owners...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, you flatter. But it is nice. We're quite proud of it. Has he chosen to invite you in?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Not yet, no. I choose to believe he wants to make it look perfect first.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm sure that's just it.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Have you any particular theme in mind? [eyes the pretty sword]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Themes? No. We'll just decorate it as is pleasant and practical. No need to restrict ourselves!

[twirls the pretty sword]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it will be very unique.

[and his eyes follow the shiny object]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smiles] Do you like it?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[absent nod]

I do. Did he make that too?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He did! A present.