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[The Master is ambling along, hands clasped behind his back, an air of disinterest to his person]

[This is in great contrast to his companion, the Doctor, who is smiling quietly]

[after some time, in a light, callous voice, the Master speaks] I feel minds. Echoes of our own.

...Hm? Oh, that's interesting, isn't it? I wonder which ones. [scratches the back of his head] Seems to be some other people around.

Ohh, blessed relief. I could kiss someone for this. I would kiss my wife, but apparently that's not allowed. Really, Doctor, jealousy is no reason to forbid me conjugal visits.

[shoves his hands into his pockets] It's for her sake. She needs a chance to recover, assuming there's anything left of her in there.

She's not the only broken thing I've touched. [reaches a hand out to the Doctor's cheek, just brushing it] Destroyer of worlds.

[gives him a hard look] I think...we should find out where we are. It might be related to the trap from earlier.

[grins and spins around, holding his arms out in welcome to the space around them] Hello! Hello, hello, anyone and everyone. I'm the Master—sorry, I'm the Prisoner, and this is my loving captor, the Jailor.

[only half paying attention] I'm the Doctor, actually.

Would anyone care to inform as to where we are? Lovely scenery, though. [nudges the Doctor, nodding to a constellation] That looks like Kasterborous. Interesting.

[looks curiously up at the constellation] It does. In fact, I think it is. Now that's a bit telling.

Do you suppose it's taken out of our minds? It's a pretty obvious bit of scenery to throw in there. Absolutely destroys the realism. Who'd put Andromeda next to the Trapeloid?

Someone who doesn't know their galactic movements very well. I suppose this could be a projection. I haven't seen a system yet that I haven't been too personally.

[pulls a bag of Jelly Babies out of his pocket and pauses just before popping one into his mouth] Say whatever sniveling, wet sentiment you need to say about the stars and the constellations before I start eating. I'd hate to vomit out perfectly good jelly babies.

[rolls his eyes] Let's find out what's going on first. And then we can admire the construction of this. [snatches a Jelly Baby]

[slaps the Jelly Baby out of the Doctor's hand, catching it and popping it into his mouth with a smug grin]

[glares quite sulkily]

((ooc: Blue is for the Doctor and red is for the Master. Also, they'll totally be threadhopping on each other and other people, so fair warning.))

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Oi, that wasn't his fault.

I wasn't blaming him for wrinkles, Doctor.

Right, well. Anyway, that's all I've managed to find out so far. You?

Leather looks good on me.

Hm? Oh, Sam. Yeah, it does, actually. He doesn't look exactly like you, though.

Oh, but he does. Physically, I'd judge him to be identical. He simply doesn't carry himself as I do. ... that and the Northern accent. Your Ninth wore leather, too; is it something about the North?

Just don't bother him.

What about it? I rather liked that leather.

Is that an order, Master?

It was a bit.... lower class, don't you think?

[pulls a Minato face] He doesn't seem to like you much.

What's wrong with that? It looked nice. Even looked all right on this regeneration.

[grins] I'm quite proud of my self in that.

No, it didn't. You're too scrawny for it.

It's a bit worrying more like.

'Scrawny'? A bit thin, maybe, but scrawny?

Definitely scrawny. I could easily overpower you.

[snorts] Like you're exactly muscular yourself.

[that was so asking for it, Doctor. Ask and you shall recieve! So the Master grabs your left wrist, breaking it, and then gut punches you and forces you to your knees, followed shortly by pulling your head up by the hair and beaming] I can hold my own

[glares at him before twisting around and kicking the Master's feet out from under him] So can I.

[drags him down with him, pinning to the floor and twisting back his other wrist, holding onto it] Can you really, Doctor? I don't think you can. [leans in by his ear] Not when you need my touch this badly.

[winces 'cause ow, wrists hurt badly] And I think I can fight you just fine. [squirms out from under him and holds his wrist tightly so it will heal straight] And if you're going to use that argument, fighting you would be the best idea, wouldn't it?

Physical violence is not the best way to make physical contact.

[klsdfjkldflk;sl] You seem to like the violence bit well enough.

[smirks] Oh, yes. But I'm not blind to other methods. [runs a hand down his cheek]

[opens then closes his mouth] Not exactly the time or the place to discuss methods.

Of course not. [backhanded slap~] It would be improper to shag your own prisoner. [gives him a cheery wave and walks away, because the Master plays 'em hot and cold]

[just rolls his eyes and waits for his wrist to heal. He's used to it but it's still annoying]