10; I am a scientist [I can live on science alone]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor hasn't been on the Plane in a while. Funny, though, whatever he's been up to has made him a bit happier than he was the last time he was here]

[And now, the Doctor is sitting with a chemistry set and a mottled-together computer, working on a few experiments]

[Please, feel free to interrupt him]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[amused]

Well, I could call him 'Doctor.'

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You could wait until he picks his own name to start calling him anything. I'm starting to feel like the older brother sticking up for my younger.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[has decided that the Doctor treats his hand horribly]

That makes me the best mate picking up the pieces after a bout of sibling bullying, then.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Only if you're that ridiculously nosy best mate who refuses to keep out of the older brother's business.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're twins, so I think I'm allowed to be friends with both.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[serious] I think we both know what happens with us and friendship, Master.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[his snort of disbelief and his slight eye-roll allow him to look away from the Doctor and act condescending all at once]

As I said, if you're the brother, I'm the friend. I'm not the friend, therefore, you're not the brother.

Ahh, syllogisms, that brings me back.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

For all that you think you've changed, Master, you haven't.

[though the Doctor is going to be bratty and not explain how]

And if I win, I want to know what was in that package on Christmas.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...Really? That's your pick on what to learn?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You don't know anything I want to know.

[which is, like, 99.8% untrue]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Mhm.

[how does he fit that much disbelief in two syllables? Practice, my dear. Practice]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[how can the Doctor fit so much =| into one expression? It's...well, it's really just a facial expression]

Is there something you'd rather offer?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Is there something you'd prefer to take is the correct question to be asking. But if that's what you want to know, then so be it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

There's nothing else I want to know.

[which means there could be something he wants to take]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he simply lifts an eyebrow in question]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[in response, he vanishes off the Plane and returns with two swords---cutlasses this time, one is the new one the Doctor got for Christmas]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I can get my own sword, Doctor, but thank you.

[he vanishes as well, and when he reappers, it's a pair of cutlasses as well, as picked out from the armoury he and Self share]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Very well.

[straightens, but he isn't nearly as hesitant as he has been during fights like this in the past]

First to disarm?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

First to disarm.

[he toys with the blade in his left hand, considering, then holds out his hand and sets it down, so he only has one sword]

You can take a handicap or you can discard your second sword.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[sets his aside, as well]

We both know I'm a better swordsman than you. You can't just accept it, though. Always having to push and fight again and again.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm not even going to get into that.

[and he moves into starting position, calm and cold and set on winning the fight]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Fine. I win, we have this conversation.

[moves as well]

En guard.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You can't pick two things!

[That is apparently the Master's idea of 'Go!' because he immediately steps in with a strike at the Doctor's arm]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I barely even picked one!

[dodge, followed by a strike towards the Master's arm]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That's your fault, not mine.

[parries, then twists his sword around to take a stab at the Doctor's chest]