on a wine-soaked strobe-lit Asiatic hall of mirrors {and a dash of loneliness}

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master is turning a small metal orb in his hands]

Centuries of dedication to the fine art of technical mechanics, and I turn it to this. How altruistic can I get?

[He tosses the orb into the air, where it sets up a four-dimensional projection of these words in flashing, 3D neon lights:

Ten-thousand-year-old immortal seeks dominating politician for ice cream binges, pioneering new societies, and snuggling. Must know some amount of science, enjoy genocide, and be tolerant of multiple personality disorder. Megalomania a plus. Magic-users need not apply.

Please send any inquiries via plane post box to Omega, The Engineer of Rassilon. Submissions without pictures will receive no reply.

This particular bout of literally mocking his own ancestor done with, the Master grabs a big, comfy chair to sit in and starts on his bag of popcorn]

[The poster of this entry takes no responsibility for Omega being Rather Cross any respondents.]

Comments

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

We absolutely must help him! His breakup has left his heart cold and embittered!

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Attempt it, and I will kill you as well.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Two hearts, actually. Twice the bitterness, yes, but when you melt that cold exterior, it's twice the love.

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

Then we must double our efforts!!

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

No.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grinning broadly now and ignoring the seething murderer who seems rather unhappy with him] What would you suggest, my dear? I admit, I know his minds better than most, but matchmaking is something new to me.

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

Well! Since you know him better, what sort of person would you characterize him as? An archetypal character, I mean. I'm sure there is someone with an old man moe!

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[shoots them both a furious look]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Ooh, archetypal? Is 'Large Ham' an archetype? Sorry, your Foundership. You're not a large ham. Just a medium sized one. I'm the incurable meat here. I don't know, my dear girl. What would you call someone whose Heroic Sacrifice lead him down a path of loneliness and anger?

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

I would say the emotional anti-hero!

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[right, Omega has decided that he's not going to sit here and listen to this. so with a last glare at the both of them, he drops off the Plane, seriously considering returning with his stellar manipulator.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[glancing at where Omega was]

If our Anti-Hero came back with a weapon that could, oh, wipe us out of space and time, what would you suggest as the best course of action? Oh wait! I forgot!

[The Master disappears, returning with the Rod, Sash, and Great Key of Rassilon]

Not the most fashionable accessories, but they get the job done. By the way? Omega likes reds.

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

If he did that, could I bring my camera~? I would love to film such a wonderful battle! Your...items are very appealing, in their own way!!

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[oh, look who's back! and with a large, floating box in tow~ he's angry enough that he doesn't notice Rassilon's toys at first]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you like, but I've already been recording.

[when Omega comes back, the Master grins]

Oh, look who brought his Hand! I've got some mementos your ex left around. Are you sure you want to make this a fight?

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

I'll cheer on your love, Omega-sama! I'll get my very best red costume!!

{if you two fight she will be narrating like a sports commentator fyi}

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega scowls, and the stellar manipulator crackles with energy]

How did you obtain those?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master smiles, secure in the power of the tools he broght] I drugged Rassilon in his sleep and nicked 'em off him. What do you think? I became President of Gallifrey and... took a few souvenirs. You know. For the road.

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

{Renge is going to go put on her sentai costume, so she'll brb}

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[disdainful] The Time Lords would never have tolerated you as President.

[as he says this, the stellar manipulator rises a few inches, quietly humming and awaiting its master's command]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you think that, you haven't been paying very much attention.

[leaning on the Rod of Rassilon] And don't think I don't have a De-Mat gun at home. Never been tested, but now's as good a time to start as any, don't you think?

And it would be fair. A life for a life. You killed the Doctor. The Doctor is mine.

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

{Renge returns just in time to hear that last comment :')}

...!! Ah, how wonderful! You have a special partner, too!

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

The Doctor's death was his own fault, and you are a disgrace to Gallifrey.

[he's not actually sure if the manipulator would last against the De-Mat gun. they'd never tried, and he has been trapped before the weapon had been completed.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[After flashing Renge a grin for her comment, the Master turns back to Omega]

Oh, my Lord Founder, I am so proud to disgrace our noble nation. It's so... satisfying, I think. Yes, that's the word. It's so satisfying to see all the rest of our miserable race locked in an eternal Hell.

And that's counting your boyfriend too, Omega! What a shame there are only us disgraceful renegades to carry on the world you sacrificed yourself for, isn't it?