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realityshifted2010-04-29 08:51 pm
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02; As empty as that beating drum [But the sound has just begun]
[Despite the fact that he could more than likely find a more suitable place to settle down, the Master is curled up on the floor of the Plane off to the side and hopefully not in danger of being stepped on. There are various wrappers and shreds of clothing (that are not his own) littering the area around him.
Since the resurrection went Horribly Wrong, he hasn't slept and he isn't actually asleep now. It's kind of a hard thing to do when you're constantly bleeding out energy and needing to replenish it. Not to mention the noise from the drums which has grown to a nearly unbearable level. The Master shifts suddenly and sits up in a half-crouch, eyes narrowing as he scans the Plane. He needs something else to draw his focus away from the noise and the pain of it-]
Doesn't stop. It never stops.
[He spies a barrel and grins, eyes taking on a wild gleam. The Master stands, not bothering to dust off and disappears from the Plane a moment before returning with a rusty pipe. He stalks over, stopping to breathe in, to pinpoint the others on the Plane as he idly twirls the pipe in one hand. And then he starts:
One!Two!Three!Four!]
Always there. [Making everyone else hear it seems like a plan. He stops and looks around, scowling at the lack of a response because that just will not do.
And he begins again.]
Since the resurrection went Horribly Wrong, he hasn't slept and he isn't actually asleep now. It's kind of a hard thing to do when you're constantly bleeding out energy and needing to replenish it. Not to mention the noise from the drums which has grown to a nearly unbearable level. The Master shifts suddenly and sits up in a half-crouch, eyes narrowing as he scans the Plane. He needs something else to draw his focus away from the noise and the pain of it-]
Doesn't stop. It never stops.
[He spies a barrel and grins, eyes taking on a wild gleam. The Master stands, not bothering to dust off and disappears from the Plane a moment before returning with a rusty pipe. He stalks over, stopping to breathe in, to pinpoint the others on the Plane as he idly twirls the pipe in one hand. And then he starts:
One!Two!Three!Four!]
Always there. [Making everyone else hear it seems like a plan. He stops and looks around, scowling at the lack of a response because that just will not do.
And he begins again.]