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[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[night has long since settled over Gallifrey and yet he doesn't retire. instead, he leaves his rooms and makes his way to gardens in his section of the residential quarters. there, amongst several other Gallifreyan flora planted there, are several silver-leafed cadenwood trees, their leaves glittering and reflecting a warm burnt orange and red, offset by the few lights still left on in nearby quarters. by his watch, he has an hour before the first sun starts to rise up over the Mountain of Solace. he settles himself against the base of the tree, deciding not to have a seat on one of the nearby sofas. no doubt he'll be joined by others wishing to watch the sunrise, but most Time Lords wait for the second sun to rise. he, selfishly, prefers to watch both.

while he waits, his thoughts return to the Plane and he mulls over his previous explorations and encounters there. too many things--too many new things--for this stuffy Time Lord.

and then there's that forest. what would his beloved cadenwood trees look like there without the magnificence of Kasterboran suns? no doubt they'd still overshadow the ones there in their silvery brilliance, but would some of their magic be lost?

to test this, he enters the Plane, bringing the one tree with him. unfortunately, he isn't anywhere near the forest, though he can see it in the distance--but still... he glances up at the silver leaves now twinkling in the light of the millions upon millions of stars in that place and grins. smugly, of course.]

Better than that forest any day! Just as I thought it would be.

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Because the idiot couldn't ever find his or keep them clean, so he always stole my spare robes - or, as was the case one particularly painful ceremonial evening, my only robes. Selfish, inconsiderate bastard even then. No, sorry, particularly then. It's entirely his fault I wasn't top of the class in thermodynamics.

[and that, Straxus, is why you don't let the Master talk about his school days]

Didn't you have someone like that at the Academy? You're not the sort that could scare people into not taking your robes and you're not brazen or messy enough to take them from other people, so that only leaves one position for you.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Someone who would steal my robes? Or someone who'd blame me for his less than stellar marks in thermodynamics?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Option A, because while you might've been 'less than stellar' in thermodynamics, I wasn't. Or I could show you my laser screwdriver again and we could see your opinion on the matter.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[he might have been the butt of a couple pranks like that, but wasn't everybody at some point in time?] Unlike you in the Prydonian Chapter, we of the Arcalian were far more civil than that and rarely had issues with missing articles of clothing.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

As little as I think of your Chapter, I somehow doubt that. You lot just never had the flare of the Prydonian.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

We never had the number of troublemakers that came out of your Chapter.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

My point exactly. You never amount to much of anything either way.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[frowns, but he doesn't really want to say anything that'd give the Master a reason to use that laser screwdriver of his, though, he can't help wondering why he would need a laser version in the first place.] We do, but with far more patience and diligence. We achieve our goals, even if a little time is taken for them to come to fruition.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you think my job doesn't require patients, you've never had to sit around waiting for the Doctor to finally show up. There's a lot of down-time during plots to kill someone or take over planets.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[arches an eyebrow at him.] Why do you wait for the Doctor?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If the entire point of the plan is to kill him...

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[...you make no damn sense, Master.] Why is that your ultimate goal?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[it gets worse]

Oh, it isn't. I don't want to kill him.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[it really did.] But you just said you did.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I said that if that's the point of the plan, then it's logical to wait for him. I never said it was the point of the plan, or that if it was, I wanted him dead.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[pinches the bridge of his nose] Do you do this normally just so you can combat with the Doctor?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No. What do you take me for, Romana? And at any rate, it's more like, oh, I don't know, Spore meets Risk with a healthy dose of backgammon, these days.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

No, you don't have a K-9 unit to consult your every move.

...More Earth euphemisms? [sighs. he's going to need a dictionary of some kind talking to this one.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

So sorry to play on your ignorance, Straxus.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs] Perhaps you're going native.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not in a thousand regenerations.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

And yet you know so many cultural references pertaining to the planet in question.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

All that proves is your ignorance.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Oh, like I care about that little backwater planet...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

A backwater planet that's been in more conflicts vital to the integrity of spacetime than half the universe combined, thanks to our mutual acquaintance the Doctor.