03; It is a lovely thing the animal [The animal instinct]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Guess who is back on the Plane again after being gone for a while? The Master has already seen the Twins and he's taken an egg away from all of that. He has also successfully left the Plane with it and come back a few times.

This time he is emptying his pockets.

He dumps out broken radio bits, a few damaged cell phones, odds and ends of wires and a mostly there pocket tool kit. What he pulls out of his hoodie pocket is the small something from the Twins.]

You can be for later. Lucky I'm not hungry just yet.

[Despite his threats to an egg that hasn't hatched yet with a cruel death by frying pan, he might seem a bit more in control of himself than other times he's shown up. That's cause the drums in his head aren't as bad as they were thanks to Nine and he's been able to focus on other things. Like fixing this faulty regeneration business. And eating. Lots of eating.

He takes a seat where he is to peruse the bits and bobs he's collected and classify them for usefulness. If he sets the egg in a fold of his hooded sweatshirt, it is not for its own safe keeping. It is for easy access should he wind up with a craving, that is all.]

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[S'up, Master? Long time no see.] You're not eating that egg.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Hello again, Doctor.] Not yet anyways.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Maybe I ought to just take it now, then. [he doesn't trust the Master to not eat a pet if it hatches :|]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Try it and it will be your hand instead. [Is that a gesture that may be misunderstood as protective as he shifts to place his hand over the egg? Maybe.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow] Trust me, you wouldn't want to eat my hand. ...Though on second thought, maybe you would. I've heard my blood tastes good. [he sits down next to him, making no move to actually take the egg]

What's all this for, then? [gestures at all the random stuff]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Have a patronizing look.] You corrected yourself on your own. Good boy. [PERSONAL SPACE, NINE. But he hasn't let go of the egg yet.]

I need to know what's going on back there. [And he can't exactly waltz down the street like this. It also helps him focus but he won't say that.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[personal space? What's that? Nine simply rolls his eyes.] Oi, don't patronise me.

[after a moment] What is happening in your universe these days?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

And my incentive to stop is what exactly?

[he picks up a mobile, turning it over in his hand to inspect the outer casing a moment.] Human Christmas. [Which makes him think about all the food he's been wanting.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

I'll buy you dinner.

...'Course it is. I missed out on Christmas, actually...too busy being stabbed by a sword. Least I didn't die that time. [which possibly implies that he's been stabbed to death recently]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring the egg, self sits beside self.] You don't have to settle for this. I can get you any supplies you want.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Hello there, self. Guess who is feeling a bit better?]

It helps me focus. I need to know what's going on. Can't go walking around like this.

[he runs a hand through his bleached hair.] It isn't enough.


[OOC: See, now I'm just tempted to hatch it in the thread.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We do have stunningly handsome and recognizable features. I mean, who wouldn't want to look at us? The charming smile, these gorgeous eyes... Can you really blame them for knowing us even in disguise?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Hmm, true. But it doesn't make this as uneventful as I would like. [He still isn't paying attention to the egg after setting it down. He's more concerned with the phones.]

Don't have to worry about him anymore. Or his friend. [smiles a bit ferally] They ran, it was fun. Not much of a chase though. Oh well.

[beat] That was a while ago though. Hm. [back to tinkering!]


[OOC: shall we then?]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me: you're still hungry. [The Master takes out his laser screwdriver, a silent offer.]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

No, actually. [He just looks at it a moment before reaching out to take it. When he has it though, he simply stares a moment. It's a bit odd to see after all this time.]

Not as much as I would be anyways. Clothes are rather filling. [Yes, he just said that. The egg wiggles ever so slightly. He doesn't notice.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're lucky it isn't summer. You'd have so much less to eat.

[It's a practical consideration.]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[He tenses. The thought of that much time passing while he's in this state is not something he likes the idea of. It's easier using the screwdriver to take the old mobiles and such apart.]

And they wouldn't be half as filling. All thin and suited for warmth. Ugh.

[The next wobble of the egg has it tipping slightly, that's when he notices and frowns, setting the torn apart devices away (the screwdriver as well) and picking up the egg for closer scrutiny.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, don't eat the poor thing. That would be disgusting anyways.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

I'll do as I please with it. It's mine.


[ooc: would you prefer before or after it hatches?]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, I don't really care. You can't eat it.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Don't presume to tell me what I can and can't do with it. [He scowls at her before his attentions return to the cheetah stumbling around in front of him. If he moved closer to it, pose taking on a somewhat more protective manner, that is obviously a hallucination.]

{ooc: awesome! you've got it. :D]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She watches that, then smiles}

Fine, I won't. I don't think you actually will anyways, now. Ne, you like it.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[He scoffs.] Who says I'm not just waiting till its a bit bigger?

Not much of a meal at the moment.

[It decides to try out a growl. Not quite as menacing as it would have liked, we're sure.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She crouches down to look at it a bit more on its level}

You'll like it by then. It's cute. Ne, but yours is actually something. I'm not sure what mine even is.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[And it knew the person was there but its a bit thrown by said person coming closer. It looks up to watch Diva crouch before losing its balance and falling back on its haunches. There's a cheep of mild distress because HEY that wasn't supposed to happen.]

You sound very sure of yourself. Perhaps I'll teach it to do something useful like hunt humans for entertainment.