17; bets

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master appears on the Astral Plane, awesome! he also looks rather amused in that devious way of his]

Mr. Hunt and I made a bet a day or so past... do ignore the 'juvenile' context of it, it's purely so that I may prove a point to him.

I'd very much enjoy everyone to give their opinion on this.


Does Gene Hunt come off more homosexual than he does heterosexual?


[he narrows his eyes for a moment]

And do avoid lying to me. I can smell it if you lie.

Comments

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You aren't deserving of them.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Neither is he.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I suggest you not say that again, you insipid little pissant.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Afraid of hearing the truth?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Disgusted at hearing you slander my Doctor.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

He isn't your Doctor. He isn't mine, either. I think you forget this. Tell me, did he wear black in your reality, when he was in that form? I distinctly remember him wearing beige. I remember he had companions. He has none, now. He dropped them off somewhere.

He's an entirely different entity altogether.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No matter his reality, he is still the Doctor. There are core facets that cannot change! He may have differences, but to become you? I cannot and will not believe it, not from you.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

And wouldn't you say the same of me? That I have core facets that cannot change? Yet in his world, I do not exist. What he has is Koschei, a self-righteous 'hero' of some sort. I'm regretfully low on the details of my counterpart - hearing that name is annoying, to say the very least.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[struggles with this, obviously upset at the very thought of the Doctor being anything even remotely like the Master] ...how? I do not understand. How could he have changed? Why? And why did he not tell me? He would have told me these truths before now, if they are as valid as you claim.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and he is pleased]

There are an infinite number of universes, my dear. I once found myself in one where the Doctor was a tyrant... Just one little change, one different decision can fracture it all and split off into another possibility...

I can't tell you why he didn't say a word to you. I can only say that he does not know me as well as he thinks - and while I may enjoy planning and plotting, random, utter chaos and discord is just as appealing.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[and she is not] Why tell me this? What makes you think I won't tell him what you've said here? If he loses even the smallest amount of faith and trust in you, I'll have felt vindicated that he did not tell me sooner.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he moves closer again, in her personal space, and whispers] Because it hurts you. I need no other motivation.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[stiffens, eyes wide, then slaps him again, this time much harder] Filthy beast. Don't come near me.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[his control wavers, and he lashes out to grab the front of her shirt or whatever, and pull her close]

You will learn how to behave around me.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[tries to pry his hands away from her front, glaring at him] You've no power over me, the worthless, lesser being that you are.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he snarls, hisses in her face, bears his fangs, then backhands her fiercely]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[hisses in pain, head snapping to the side, but she can't very well get away with his hand fisted in the front of her dress, so she just glares at him some more and then spits in his face]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he hits her again; it's tempting to try to rip out her throat, but what little control he can manage, he grasps desperately. her being dead (if it was even possible) would be of absolutely no use]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[can't quite keep herself from whimpering at the second hit, coughing loudly and shuddering a little because yes, that hurt quite a bit. not that she'd ever admit to it, of course. instead, she starts prying at the Master's fingers, trying to get him to release her]