got lost in a museum [the curator was unkind]

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[the Master appears on the Plane, holding one Yuuto by the back of his shirt collar] Ryotarou, I think this belongs to you.

[Yuuto struggles in the Master's hold, extremely displeased with all of this.] Put me down, damn it! I said I was sorry!

[Sadly for Yuuto, the Master is not letting go] Not until Ryotarou comes to collect you.

Collect me?! He's not my babysitter! [Yuuto isn't giving up either.] Maybe if you just offered a tour like normal people, this wouldn't have happened.

I'm not a tour guide, you'll find, and the TARDIS isn't there for your amusement. Now don't be even more irritating than you already are. I haven't killed anyone in a few days and I try not to go more than a week between murders.

[Yuuto would be glaring daggers at the Master if he could see him properly, but that kind of talk is enough to shut him up momentarily.]

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Is that how you know each other, then? The fight? Your war?

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[pissy silence :|]

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That's a yes, then. Don't be so cranky over it; I'll find out everything eventually.

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Stop talking like you're entitled to my life.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

But I am! It's not worth very much, but I have rights over it. And I'll learn everything. It's what I do when people get involved with me.

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You're not getting anything from me. [Hmph.]

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Are you being valiant and stubborn and defiant? Please don't. It gets a bit old after a few centuries.

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As a matter of fact, I am.

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You're new to this, aren't you?

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[clams up again]

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Do you always sulk when things don't go your way?

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Do you always ask stupid questions?

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Only on Tuesdays.

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[a pause]

Then every day's a Tuesday.

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I know that was supposed to be a witty retort, but it just made me worry for your education.

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Shut up.

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Sulking. Again. You and the Doctor would get on very well.

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We do, actually. Which is why I don't get why he'd be friends with a jerk like you.

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We're not friends. We're each other's greatest enemies.

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What the hell?

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A bit more eloquency, if you can manage.

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If you're enemies, why do you live together? [OH YUUTO, YOU DO NOT KNOW OF SLASH.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you asked him, he'd say, 'It's complicated.'

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Well, I'm asking you.

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[dramatic sigh] Curiosity is what got you into this in the first place, you know.

But all right. We've been enemies for... hundreds of years, now. I set up evil plans, he tries to stop me, so on and so forth. A cosmic balance, the Master and the Doctor, battling each other throughout space and time. Very poetic, really.

One such adventure took place on the planet known as Bollywood. No, don't look at me like that; it really exists. It's in the same system as the planet Hollywood. Anyway, I was trying to take over Bollywood, so I sent a book into the past that would mark me as the herald who would lead Bollywood to redemption. But on arriving, I got a note from myself telling me to marry the Doctor. So I did. There was a bit of a predestination paradox going on, and I kept hopping around on different days of the same week out of order to create the paradox, and there was an unfortunate incident involving bananas, but in the end it all seemed to work out.

What I didn't realise was that the marriage ceremony on Bollywood implants the newly weds with small microchips connected to each other. Each microchip is charged with enough energy to take down, well, a Time Lord. But the two chips are charged so that, in the presence of the opposite, no electricity is released. You have a good hundred miles to spare, but that's it.

Obviously, I didn't feel like dying for it, and while he's suicidal, he wouldn't want to kill me. So we've been living together and trying to work on a method to remove the microchip.