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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Where's the Master?

[Ianto appears on the Plane, gun drawn and looking far from happy.  He gets straight to the point, because he's clearly not in the mood for small talk... no prizes for guessing why he's so angry and who he's blaming.]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[True... and surprisingly what the Master's saying isn't helping.]

You don't really expect me to believe her disappearance has nothing to do with you after you've told me that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Woops!]

No, Mister Bond, I expect you to die. Sorry, sorry, wrong genre. Let me try this again:

What I expect you to believe is that if it does have something to do with me, I don't know about it. I generally keep tabs on what I do to people who are a fair bit noteworthy, and Toshiko Sato fits into that category due to her association with Jack Harkness. If something happened to her that I did, I'm likely to know about it, but since I don't, it's unlikely I did it.

Surely, Mister Jones, you've noticed that you're not the only one with missing loved ones?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand the Master's just seceded in putting Ianto off James Bond.]

Of course I've noticed Tosh isn't the only one who's gone missing, but given the circumstances I still think there's a possibility you're responsible for her disappearance. For all I know you could be lying about not knowing what happened to her.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why would I bother? Death isn't a threat to me, just a mild inconvenience. If you shoot me down now, I will come back--no, no, not that genre either. Well, almost. If you kill me, then either I will regenerate, or I will refuse to regenerate and be ressurected by the Twins. If they don't ressurect me, then I get the satisfaction of knowing I've broken the Doctor's hearts. It really doesn't matter to me.

Though, when I come back, I will have to get revenge on you. Oh, do shoot me! It'll be fun.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...tempted. Very tempted. But he's pretty sure that would fall under 'doing something stupid'. So reluctantly putting the safety back on, and putting the gun away.]

If I do shoot you I'll be worse off than I am now.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[beams at him]

Very well done, Ianto Jones. We'll have you trained yet!

I'd suggest putting out an APB for her. Wait, you don't put out an APB for missing persons, do you? What do you put out for them? Anyway, go asking around. Without the gun, that is. People are more agreeable when they're not under gunpoint.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Glares at him.]

You won't have me trained for anything.

I intend to ask, and without the gun. I don't think there are many others besides you here I'd want to point it at.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Awww, you make me feel special!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Because I want to shoot you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Love and hate are the dearest of companions.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Not in your case.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Particularly in my case. There is an exclusivity and a passion, a personalised obsession which both emotions require. So you see, your hatred is really quite flattering.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Only you would think so.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Again with the exclusivity, Ianto Jones.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Hatred can be an exclusive emotion.