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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[have the TARDIS walking about with a glass of some sort of wine. she's so taking advantage of having prolonged, physical projections to finally try things she couldn't before]

I will never understand the fascination with imbibing alcohol. This is the fourth one I've had and I am as unimpressed with this one as the last three. I must wonder why the Doctor insists on keeping it around.

[in other news!]

I've noticed a great deal more people arriving in this place. If we could calculate when a new being in being drawn into this nexus, perhaps we could harness that energy as a means of escape for ourselves. Has anyone tried such a thing, yet?

Comments

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Is that a challenge, Master? I do not suffer the same qualms as the Doctor when it comes to harming you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

One only challenges one's equal, and I'm afraid only the Doctor holds that status. But, feel free to try your hand at whatever you think may be effective.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You make a valid point. Only the Doctor and I are equals; you are something entirely beneath us. And I intend to. Even Time Lords feel pain, and I intend on letting you experience what you surely made me feel for the year you defiled me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, but you were much better that way. [steps towards her] My pretty paradox machine.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[stands her ground, though his presence reviles her] I am not yours and never will be, no matter what you do to me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

How you whimpered! It really wasn't as difficult to break you as I thought it would be. I suppose it must've been because you're such a mess after the Time War.

[takes another step in; TARDIS, say 'bye bye' to your personal space]

It was so... satisfying, to hear the hiss and scream of steam as I tore you apart. All those precious, pathetic replacement parts the Doctor had tried to fix you up with...

[slides a gloved hand down her shoulder and arm, catching her wrist in his hand]

But nothing can heal the damage of that War, not for you and not for him, and you were easily provoked into making the Contact I needed. I suppose it's not your fault; you are only a decrepit old machine.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[shudders at the touch, instinctively flinching back, but keeps eye contact, voice cold and acidic] Words, as you said, are pretty enough, but they are as hollow as your heart. They will not effect me, no matter what you wish. You say you ripped me apart? No matter. Anything done can be undone and the Doctor repaired the damage you inflicted. [swallows hard] I may be motley, but I am not broken. I am not decrepit and I will not give you what you want.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[leans in to murmur in her ear]

But you just did.

[laughs and lets go, turning his back on her and walking away]