realityshifted | got lost in a museum [the curator was unkind]

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got lost in a museum [the curator was unkind]

[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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[He doesn't enjoy being on the bottom, is all. ): Which is why when he tops again (/o/!) he'll be grabbing the lapels of the Master's coat and lifting him a bit. The Doctor is now currently bleeding from a cut on his lip and on his brow. Yay battle wounds!]

You really wanna stop here, mate. Really.

[makes a scrunchy expression on his soon-to-be-bruising face, as if he's considering it]

Hmm...

No, I don't think I do.

[and a right hook comes up between them, aimed right for the Doctor's jaw]

[oh dear, leaning back to avoid the punch, and he'll be letting go of the Master's lapels to do so.]

[and so the Master is grabbing the Doctor's lapels and trying to flip him over]

[SIGH, and he's on his back again, but he's going to try for another punch to the Master's jaw while he's down here.]

[this time, the fist is caught (but right before his jaw, so his own hand comes back and hits him, hahah. Still, it's less.) Now he'll be trying to pin the Doctor's arms down--]

[-- and the Doctor will be struggling against that (there might be some elbowing in here, for good measure), but since the Master has ~~the high ground~~ the advantage, he succeeds.

Have the Doctor glaring daggers up at you. >:( ]

[this? This is his SMUG VICTORY GRIN OF SMUGNESS. IT IS SMUG.

(and victorious.)

Not even elbow-attacks can deflate his smugness now!]

You look so much better like this, Doctor.

[aaaugh, the smugness, it burns us precioussss. DX And he's still trying to get his arms loose.]

I'd really prefer to not know what you're into, honestly. Keep it to yourself.

No need to make it about that, John. The aesthetic quality - in the philosophic sense, of course - is... beautiful, I think.

You're not exactly sublime right now, after all, are you?

[squeeeezing on wrists]

[argh, wincing, and that's getting him to stop struggling -- for the moment, at least.]

Doctor. It's the Doctor.

[stops squeezing - let it never be said that the Master does not use positive reinforcement!]

No, it's John Noble, the half-human reject formed from Donna Noble and the Doctor. ...eww, those two in bed together. Bit strange to think about.

[...well okay, that wasn't very positive]

[Oh dear, as if he wasn't angry enough. With that, we have the Doctor trying to get loose again, and he's certainly being much more rough about it.]

[sadly, smug smuggity smugness means you're less likely to be holding on tightly.

So, uh, the Master loses grip of the Doctor's wrists! Which is possibly bad.]

[Oh, so very bad. Because the Doctor is bucking the Master off, shoving him onto the floor, only now instead of the usual routine, he's got his hands around the Master's throat. Respiratory bypass system or not, he's going to do as much damage as he can.]

[The Master doesn't think this is very nice of the Master, so he's grabbing the Doctor's wrists - you know, the ones connected to the hands that are trying to choke him (bypass system or not!) - and squeezes as hard as he can]

[And, oh, that hurts but now he's just squeezing the Master's throat in return, because he's very, very angry, and hey, this is the violent!Doctor that the Master is messing with. His pacifist lessons are going so well, aren't they?]

[I blame Rose and hey, did no one realise that throats can SNAP and things?? The Master's going to squeeze as hard as he can, and if has to break those wrists, he will.

Sadly for the Doctor, he can't stop the Master from breathing, so the Master can still talk]

I think this is the bit where I say, 'We're not so different, you and I.'

[No no, he's very much realizing it! It's why he was doing it. ):

When the Master speaks, the Doctor stares down at him, and he really wants nothing more than to snap his neck (and he thinks he probably can, thinks that it'd be such an easy thing to do).

But after a long moment, his grip loosens completely, and even if he's not about to break the Master's neck right now, the look on his face says that he's very likely to change his mind.]

[looks up at him, critical, analysing, and then releases the Doctor's wrists]

I've changed my mind. Go ahead. This is worth losing a regeneration.

[Have we mentioned that he's breathing very heavily? It's a nice little attempt at restraining himself.]

Don't tempt me. Really. Don't. [and yet, notice! He has not moved from his position on the Master's stomach.]

You want to, Doctor. You know that.

So go ahead. Do it.

Kill me.

It's not hard. Your hands aren't as strong as mine anymore, but you can still snap my neck. Or strangle me, if you see fit; I'll run out of air eventually.

Go on, Doctor.

[The Doctor has his head in his hands, and he's pulling at his hair a bit -- and by a bit, we mean quite a lot.]

Would you just-- shut up!

[This is what we call a crisis of morality. Or also a "freak out."]

[this time, when he tries to grab the Doctor's wrists, he's a great deal more gentle as he attempts to guide the Doctor's hands back to his throat]

It's all right, Doctor.

[He watches the Master, baffled, but when he realizes what he's doing, the Doctor yanks his hands away like he's been burned. This time he pushes himself off of the Master and puts distance between the two of them.]

You are completely mental.

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