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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Eishexe, Helga von Vogelweide. We're of the same rank, but her obsession with Lord Cain is just unbearable. Besides that, Isaak and I recently discovered that apparently the two of them are planning to kill the two of us. So we'll be putting a stop to that very soon.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well I hope you have fun with them, then.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Oh, it won't be very fun. They need to be disposed off so completely that Lord Cain won't miss their existence at all. They'll be erased.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

As I doubt you have an Oubliette of Eternity at your disposal, I'm obliged to ask what that means.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Isaak kills them and destroys the corpses, I destroy all records relating to them, and replace them with more suitable records in case there's ever the off-chance that Lord Cain ever cares enough to check why they "disappeared".

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound entertaing at all.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Not in the slightest. However, they are our comrades, and while I'd like to make them regret the thought, there's a "clean" way of removing a nuisance that's much better when its your own.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

A pity, but not much to be done, then. I suppose there are others to play with, even if those ones lack the... more intimate pleasure that comes from really wanting to hurt a particular person.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

That's why I don't mind my current assignment, partially. There's a very interesting puppet I've been keeping.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? Tell us the story. I've been so busy hunting Daleks and managing all these Doctors that I hardly have the energy for good old fashioned manipulation these days.

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{He considers it for a moment, but does nod. There's really no harm if he's not a part of Dietrich's world} Well, there was one member of the Rozencruez Orden with a lower rank than I, but he was interesting, to say the least, since not only was he a noble of the Methuselah's empire, but he was also a very rare type of Methuselah. So for our starting point to spark another global conflict, we had Radu pose as an escort to another Methuselah noble, taking him to Rome to try and seal a kind of peace between them.

But at the time, we had Radu assassinate various members of the church so that the other nobleman, who was coincidentally Radu's childhood friend, Ion, the Count of Memphis, would not receive a welcome. This way he could go back to the Empire and tell of the human's lack of will to even form any kind of peace. However, my Esther saw through Radu and revealed his role when it was inconvenient. So he had to retreat, unfortunately. It was unacceptable, so I changed his mission into assassinating the Count of Memphis. He was very close too, but sadly the sun shone while he wasn't wearing any kind of UV gel. So he burned to death~

He was still useful, though, so I just retrieved his corpse, patched up the burns, and now he's in the Empire manipulating the court into starting a war once again with the help of my strings. The politics, they're interesting enough, but the irony that he had to betray his childhood friends so many times now, even in death, is just too fun on its own.