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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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[One continues to watch him, quiet, noting the fangs but having no apparent reaction. Without his face changing in the slightest, he quickly phases, steps through the desk and solidifies as he both turns and discreetly takes out and flips open his straight razor. Ideally, One would be in a position behind the Master and able to grab his head, slam it face forward onto the desk, and then hold the blade against his throat. Should this occur, he would say in the exact same tranquil tone of voice:]

Or, you will inform us.

[let's say it shall! but there is a flaw in this plan, as it shall be illustrated in a moment]

No, I don't think I will.

[now, here is where One's plan shall certainly go south; for while One has him held down and with a blade to his throat, the Master has a quick and easy way of escape. it is very simple. please pay attention as there is a blinding white flash (he is above smoke, thank you).

and then the Master is standing some ten feet away, arms crossed over his chest, and his expression less than pleased. teleportation can be so fucking awesome sometimes]

A few words of advice: don't do that again.

[The faintest flicker of surprise crosses One's face, and at the Master's sudden absence he reflexively phases before turning on his heel to investigate where the man has gone. He solidifies on sighting him and takes a scant step forward. When he speaks, there is a slight undertone of amusement]

That's a nice trick.

And I have quite a few others.

What are you?

I am a Time Lord.

[Obviously this answer is as unhelpful as all previous, but the gratuitous violence and teleportation seemed to have whisked away his impatience]

And that is?

[he vaguely rolls his eyes] I'm not human to start with.

Obviously.

Well, I would think the name 'Time Lord' was rather self explanatory.

Time Lord: noun, 'a lord of Time'; one that can control and travel through it as they wish. See also: Gallifreyan.

What is your purpose?

[he laughs] Whatever I want it to be.

Clearly.

Prior to Exile.

Well, there were hopes of me eventually becoming Lord President. It didn't work out.

[He takes a step closer despite that answer making no sense to him; he seems to have decided the best course of action is to converse, however needlessly]

Why so.

[a shrug] I had better things to do.

[another step]

Such as.

[he issues a faint growl] Whatever I felt like doing.

[Another step; though his face remains blank, his mood seems to be steadily improving, especially at the growl]

A true Exile.

Surely the Merovingian has contacted you.

I don't know any Merovingian.

[silent horror]

That is impossible.

[a smirk] Nothing is impossible.

The Merovingian would know about you.

[a pause, his head almost imperceptibly cocks to the side]

Who are you?

Edited 2008-11-14 04:38 (UTC)

I am the Master. And you?

I am number one.

[a pause;]

The Master of?