14; back from wherever he was

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and here is the Master, after being who knows where for a whole month. he looks a bit disheveled and quite ticked off]

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[have fangs bared and a growl, TARDIS, he's in no mood for your smugness]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[and this is her totally not caring about your anger, Master] Bad bed fellows?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

No.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

More's the pity, then.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[steps forward, glaring]

Now why would you say that, hm?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[stands her ground, glaring imperiously] Because I was hoping for a bit of amusement at your expense. It's all you're good for, after all.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

As if I'd ever grant you that.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You say that as though you have the power to stop it.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Of course I could.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

We both know that isn't true, not trapped on an exploding planet, infected like some base creature. You're pitiful and a disgrace to your species.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[good job, TARDIS, you hit a very sensitive subject for him, and he lunges at you, currently intent on strangling you. ... even though you're a TARDIS - it's quite obvious the Master isn't thinking entirely clearly]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[yes, well, her physical projections are real enough, so he could technically strangle her. would probably lead to some sort of coolent blockage in the actual TARDIS or something. dunno, don't feel like figuring it out. either way, you don't quite get her neck, but your claws are pretty sharp and leave a nice gouge across her clavicle and lower neck, which she quickly covers because ow. she wasn't expecting that] You filthy animal...!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he hisses and bares his teeth at her - behavior that only furthers the image of an animal, and when he speaks, it's in a growling tone]

Be silent. Not another word.

[now he simply eyes her, languidly circling her]

Understand?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[coughs, still covering the wound, but glaring right back, no less steely] I do not take commands from felines.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't stop his movements, just carefully watching her now]

I wonder what would happen if I killed you like this.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[doesn't take her eyes off him, spinning slowly as he stalks around her] Nothing, as you can't kill me. Physical body or no, I'm still stronger than you'll ever be.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

If I can make you bleed, then I can kill you like that.

[he pauses]

Not completely.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You can't and you won't. [still, she's very much ready to run if need be] And what do you mean, not completely?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the word is snappish] Nothing.


[and then he simply grins at her]

Are you so sure?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[narrows her eyes, wary, but too proud to back down] I am.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he strikes again, this time trying to grab one of her arms and then twist it behind her back]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[this will be the second time a Master has strong-armed the TARDIS like this and she bites her tongue to keep from crying out in pain, struggling angrily] Take your hands off me you disgusting beast!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he keeps his grip tight and speaks as much as he can manage]

If I am a beast, I am one in a cage. I have been backed into a corner and you do nothing but continue to prod. Do you know what a beast does when forced there, then antagonised?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[sneers] If you lash out at me like a common animal, give into those base instincts that a beast feels when trapped and cornered, then you are less deserving of your race than I previously thought.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he gives her arm a harsh jerk in response]

You will be silent. If you are not, I will see if I can rip off your arm.

I do what I can to resist. You know nothing of my problems.