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doctor who (d1) the master - ainley

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[the Master appears on the plane with a set of chairs, a table, and various papers that have sketches of buildings and streets on them, along with jotted notes]

Mr. Tyler? I have something that would be in your interests to discuss.

[he doesn't bother looking up, as he is busy. though if anyone wishes to bother him, feel free. :|]

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[stands behind one of the chairs and looks him over]

Don't tell me; your kittens need child-support. I'm sorry, but the state doesn't pay for animals.

[he growls]

Sit down.

[unimpressed]

Ask nicely.

[he looks up and crosses his arms]

Mr. Tyler. I am attempting to have a civilised conversation with you - one that will, if you set aside your current attitude, prove beneficial to the future safety of Manchester.

And you can attempt it by not starting off ordering me around.

[he rolls his eyes] Do you consider it ordering around when you go to another person's home and they gesture to a chair and say 'sit down'? [he then growls and shakes his head, then looks back down at what he was doing, tapping a pencil to the paper as he thinks] If you don't wish to join me, it's your loss. I'll discuss it with your DCI or take care of the matters myself.

If you want to flounce off, I guess you could.

[puts his hands on the back of the chair, looking at the Master]

Make your proposal, then, and I'll see if it's worth sitting down for.

[he looks back up and leans back]

The recent events proved that none of us were properly prepared for a large scale event. We had no planning, no true cohesiveness, and we only put things back to normal through sheer luck. I don't know about you, but I dislike going into things without a carefully laid plan.

With the various realities merged, there are different threats of various types. For example... I had no idea there were now nazis in Manchester. I feel that would have been beneficial to know.

My proposal is we actually plan for things, Mr. Tyler. If something does happen again- something that would cause damage to our realities as a whole, we should be prepared and have measures in place for the defense and preservation of our collected existence.

I'm flattered that you went to me instead of Hunt.

[but he's considering it regardless, drumming his fingers on the edge of the chair]

We can't know the nature of the threat until it arrives. We can share information about the nature of changing, potentially dangerous elements that appear in our realities, but I think you'll understand when I say I'm uncomfortable sharing information with you.

I'm a little tired of having my nose broken, as I'm certain you can understand.

[he nods]

Of course. But it's something you'll have to get over, as our petty little fights and arguments come second to our prolonged existence. And even if we cannot proper for exact threats, we can set up a base means of defense so that we aren't running about blindly.

[he taps his pencil again]

I'm working on sketching a map of the changes within our realities. Mergers, significant locations, areas that might be beneficial strategy wise. For the most part, a map of Manchester proper would function, but with how things have been changing, it will eventually become useless.

[a nod]

[straightens up and folds his arms]

A map of the city would work as the basic template. We'd have to rework it to fit in your desert, but after that, it's more a matter of pinpointing places of merger as they appear.

[he realises he can use Fumie's glasses, but, uh, Sam is not sharing all his Thoughts with the Master]

Thus is why I'm sketching it out, Mr. Tyler. Things can be changed, they can be replaced. [he shoves a few papers towards Sam; they have street names listed and vague buildings sketched] As well, it'd provide the ability to plan out defense strategies. Get a few copies, then draw up plans of defense using the layouts of the streets, and so on.

I'd need a way to contact you if something happens.

I have a mobile.

[a slight flicker of something]

My duty is to the people of that city. It can't plan just for our survival. We got lucky, this time, with half the people in coffins, but if something like that happens again, I want to be able to take the fight out of the city if at all possible.

Completely understandable, Mr. Tyler. But it would mean we'd have to prepare others - not just ourselves - to assist, even in diversion efforts. It would require the usage of individuals within our realities.

[the Master pauses, mulling things over]

I would offer my own in the effort. After all, what is best for Manchester is within my best interests. But as I said, we have to plan some sort of basic defense.

I propose towards defense strategies, the 'owner' of each particular reality acts as head of defense. For the desert, I would be in charge. For Manchester, you and Mr. Hunt could bicker who leads the operation.

[he sets his pencil down and then props his elbows on the table, chin in his hands]

We'd be keeping the realities safe, the people within them alive, and ourselves from harm. Hopefully in a cohesive manner.

[when you put it like that--]

You know exactly how to play a man, don't you?

[taps his foot a bit, then--]

I'd like to discuss this with DCI Hunt.

[the Master grins]

I've had centuries to hone my talents, Mr. Tyler.

[then he nods]

Of course. If you'd like, you can fetch him and bring him here. Hopefully you'll sit with me, then. We can attempt to remain civil, despite the loathing between us.

[tapping his fingers against his arm, now]

Right. I'll be back, then.

[disappears off the Plane, into CIDs empty halls, and walks down them, throwing open the door to the offices]

Guv! Gene! I need to talk to you!

Tyler? The hell about?

[your DI is jittery. Deal with it]

He, uhm--no. Sorry. The beginning. The Master wants to make a deal with me. With us, but he came to me first. He wants to come up with a plan to defend ourselves and the city if something happens again. Points of defense, shared information, that sort of thing. He wants to work with us, for our mutual survival and for the sake of those things we care for.

[rubs at his neck]

[considers this, noting Sam's nervous reaction] And?

I told him I'd have to speak to you before we could decide anything.

[folds his arms]

You realise that this would be making deal with a criminal.

Yeah, I do. [runs a hand over his face] It doesn't feel right with me, though. I'm guessing you feel the same.

He's worse than Warren could ever dream of being.