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

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Comments

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor is just going to stare for a bit -- he's speechless for once, but it doesn't last long] Blimey, what's wrong with you? The complete lack of table manners was bad enough.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[The Master gives a feral grin and cants his head to the side. Attention is good! But he only chuckles, debating his options.]

Doctor, you shouldn't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to.

[He twirls the pipe around again before another set of four beats sounds out against the barrel]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[frowns] I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know the answer.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[He grits his teeth a moment, that grin turning to more of a scowl.]

The drums, the noise in my head, the constant drumming. Listen!

[Four more beats on the pipe, each louder than the last.]

Can't you hear it?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{fuck that noise, there is a grumpy vampire here to kick that barrel far, far away. Being super strong is useful sometimes}

That's really annoying, you know!

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[since they totes got off on the wrong foot, Lucy is here to try and get in the way help!]

Har-- Master?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[That does not please the Master at all. He was using that!]

Welcome to my world! [Looking back to the barrel in it's far, far away place, he contemplates going to retrieve it. He looks over her, considering the difference in sound between his previous instrument of choice and how the beats might sound against a body.]

It isn't polite to take away someone else's toys.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[The Master looks up, scowls and lets ring another sequence of the four-beat. It might be a bit louder than the last because, well, Lucy doesn't exactly bring out the best in him. He tolerates her presence for the sake of his other self, that is all.]

What?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[flinches] I just -- you seem distraught. I wanted to help.

1/???

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[nnngh, loud noise ohmygosh! suddenly, Doll attack!]

What do you think you're doing, desu?! Stop that right no--

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[oh but wait! that's the Master, isn't it?]

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[but she doesn't remember him being blond or acting quite so ... creepy]

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[and now that she thinks about it, he does look kinda sick...]

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[maybe yelling at him isn't such a good idea. he might be going through a bad spot and she sort of likes him]

done!

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[therefore, change in plans!]

Are you okay?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[stops, staring at her before throwing his head back and laughing.]

You wanted to help. [Another four beats before he looks around the Plane, grinning very much like the madman he is and throwing up his hands.]

She wants to help!

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[that reaction is the least expected but it's better than kicking his makeshift toys across the Plane :| and he cants his head, watching her]

Am I okay? [laughs] Do I look unwell?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[eeer, he definitely doesn't -act- like the Master she's used to, but everyone has bad days, right? she'll just, you know, approach with caution or something]

You seem really anxious, desu.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Harry, stop that! Stop it this instant! Of course I want to help!

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{He can try it! She will be less than pleased, however.}

You call a barrel a toy?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master walks out of the fortress, trying not to get imperious and angry at his self] Broadcast it to the whole world, why don't you? And no clever jokes about Archangel. If you want to share it, just grab the Doctor's head and force it in. Use the one with the ears; he's desperate for some pain.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

The only drumming I hear is the banging noise you're making with that stupid pipe. [he takes a step forward, concerned] But hang on, what d'you mean it's in your head?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[watches him, idly twirling the pipe in one hand before pacing.] I mean it's there. It's always there.

[stops and rolls his eyes] What did you think I meant?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

I don't know! I've never heard about this drumming thing from your self, but then again, he's not exactly one for sharing. [does he sound a bit bitter there? perhaps. he paces a bit himself, though]

D'you think...have you tried Contact? I'm not sure it would work with me, 'cause I came back a bit wrong, but it might...

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[He's seriously debating it.]

There's a distinct lack of anything else to entertain me.