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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the ever-immaculate Master now looks rather dishevelled, so of course he's taking the moment to try to straighten his clothing out]

...He won't stop petting me.

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He shan't, as he can't.

Now.

[retracts the blade, putting his laser screwdriver away]

Be a good little machine and go away. I don't want to deal with misguided arrogance from a wreck of a thing, and if I have to, I'm afraid I shall take it out on the Eighth Doctor and perhaps create and early Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, and perhaps even Twelfth and Thirteenth if I'm particularly irritated.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[as much as she really, really, really wants to just rip the Master apart, she isn't willing to risk the Doctor's life, even for a hollow threat. the Master would never actually kill the Doctor and she knows this. so instead, she clutches her arm, steam rising from the wound as her wrist begins to heal itself, and snaps at him angrily]

He can and he will. Do not underestimate me or the bond we share.

[and she disappears]