02; As empty as that beating drum [But the sound has just begun]

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[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.]

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[He gives a grunt of pain and moves to roll off of her, relinquishing his hold.

But not before aiming a parting shot in the form of a punch at her jaw.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She takes it without so much as a noise, since she's focused on getting that pipe back. So as soon as he's off of her, Diva dashes to grab it}

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[offers a sneer along with what very nearly sounds like a hiss.]

If I'd known snacking was allowed I'd have tried for a bite myself. [He could be sarcastic or not.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She stands with the pipe, wiping her jaw}

You can try, if you want. It'd be easier for me. My blood is poisonous, you know!

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Scratch that then, at least snacking on you anyways. [eyes her warily, hand going up briefly to touch his neck, ignoring his side for the moment.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She changes back suddenly, running a hand through her hair as if to fluff it out again}

I would hope not! And you're not allowed to snack on anyone else here. Only I get to do that.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[sneers at her, eyes narrowed. His next bit doesn't sound petulant at all, really.] I can snack on whoever I like. Probably do something good for population control if anything of the sort exists here.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She puts her hands on her hips}

Absolutely not! No one here is food! Eat people at home instead!

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[He crosses his arms over his chest.]

Obviously they are if you use them as snacks. Earthlings are so bland. They leave a horrible taste.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't kill them. I just take enough to satisfy myself for a while, and I'm fine with that.

{A pause, then} Ah, but after having Time Lord blood, I do agree a little bit.

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I've been told they'll come back and if they don't that isn't my problem. Oh, but it satisfies you, that must be a nice feeling, can't say I've felt the same in quite a while now.

[cants head at her] Somehow I doubt I was your first.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

How sad for you. But I don't care. If you kill anyone here, I'll kill you. That's easy to remember, right?

{Huffs, then simply} Of course not. I've had a few of the Doctors'.

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I can tell you don't. [grins] Far easier to ignore, I think. And I think our little game just ended, don't you?

[The look he gives is unreadable.] Your preference or their rules?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Obviously. It was boring anyways.

But rules? I don't know what you mean. I asked if I could have some blood here, and they offered.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Well, the smell of you being cooked was turning my stomach, which is something to have achieved, congratulations.

They enjoy imposing guidelines. I'm sure they only offered to keep you having to order take out from any others.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...{Ignoring that first part} Well, one of them did offer just so I would drink from anyone else, but that's not really surprising.