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[the Master relaxes at a rather posh dinner table, as stolen from within the TARDIS. A book of some sort, a bottle of wine, a plate of scones, and a bag of jelly babies sit on the table. He's idly writing in the book]

TARDIS: broken out of.

War between the two major political forces in the globe: provoked.

Scones: ... a bit disgusting, actually. The consistency is terrible. Maybe I'll try to teach someone to make scones, because this just isn't acceptable.

Still! All in all, a good day. I wonder if I can get Devdas on the telly some time this afternoon?

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My Doctor. Not yours. Never yours. [still, she's curious, because, well. she is the Doctor's TARDIS] What games have you worked out this time?

Mine, actually, given that you, as you are, aren't even there. [doing it to bother her? Yes!] Oh, you know. A game of Risk.

In this form or as my future self, my claim still supercedes yours. He belongs to me. [narrows her eyes] A game of Risk? But only the lives of the natives are in any danger, of course. Perhaps Axis and Allies would be the better analogy, Master?

[smiles and takes a step forwards, cupping her face in his hand] I like it when you use my name.

[hisses at the touch, glaring darkly, body taut] Do not touch me.

[laughs] But it's so fascinating to see a broken machine take on animal form. Tacticle experience is necessary for study of the anomaly.

[snarls and snaps at him, lashing out to push him away] I am not broken! You have no right to touch me!

[catches her wrists] Nonsense. My claim is the prior one, on both you and on the Doctor. That makes you doubly my possession, and one has every right to do as one would to that which one owns.

You have no claim on me! On me or the Doctor! [tries shoving him away again in the hopes he'll let go] The only right you have in regards to me is to release me. I am not yours to toy with!

[lets go of one wrist and twists the other behind her back, then catches her free arm again] You are, my dear, sadly mistaken.

[sucks in a breath, because damnit, she refuses to give him the benefit of a scream, and grits her teeth. then tries to kick him] You will pay for this, you filthy mongrel!

[your kicks? They totally fail to have any effect on him]

No, I won't, not really.

[snarls louder, struggling harder] What do you want from me, then? Not that you'll get it. [spits in his face]

[nuzzles into her neck to wipe the spit away] Nothing in particular. [lets her go and takes a step back, twirling his laser screwdriver in hids hands]

[immediately retreats a few steps, as well, using her arm to brush away the memory of his nuzzling, and eyes him uncertainly. she has not seen the laser screwdriver before, after all] What do you hope to accomplish with a sonic screwdriver?

Laser, actually. Who'd have sonic?

Someone significantly better than you. You didn't answer my question. What do you plan on doing with it?

Well, ever since the Doctor handed it back to me, I've been dying to test it out...

[narrows her eyes] Is that some sort of threat, Master?

Just a statement of facts.

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