07; these tedious dances we run through [but I've memorized them all]

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[The Master sits on the red grass on the newly created part of Gallifrey that is on the Plane. His eyes are closed for a moment, savoring something that only he is privy to. It is perhaps an odd scene to those that know him, but he isn't disturbed by this in the least. Relaxing, he allows his mind to wander, his surroundings evoking memories of times long ago.

Running through fields until he could barely breathe. Huddling under covers as he was told stories passed down by an old hermit- As soon as he thinks of a particular story, there's a 'whoosh' and he feels the air shift around him.]

[The tinny child-like voice of a girl comes from a hovering mechanical sphere.]Did he make it? Is it a new place for us? Is it a game? Mister Master-

[An older sounding, gruff, yet still tinny male voice chimes in from another sphere. It hovers, slightly menacingly, over the other as it barks:] Leave him alone, he's resting! You'll bother him, you always bother him. It's why he doesn't like you!

[The third and final sphere gives a long suffering sigh, butting in between where the other two are hovering and beginning to nudge and shove at each other. His voice is more soft, sophisticated even, as he speaks:] Stop it, both of you. At this rate he hates you both and I don't blame him. He won't play any games with us if you keep it up.

[Before it can escalate further, the Master stands, turning to the three hovering spheres, the Toclafane.] That's enough now. [Fatherly tone is now in use.] I won't stand for you fighting amongst yourselves.

[The girl-sphere does a circle around the Master, flying a little ways into the red pasture and then back. The others stay close him. She completely ADDs on the argument she had been in only moments earlier.] Is it a game? Is it? Tell me please?

[The Master's smile is wicked.] Yes, yes it is a game. Shall we go play?

[OOC: Ladies and gentlemen, the Master is now a God. And to start you get to meet his "kids", they love arguing with each other, playing horrible games with their father, and destroying everything in sight. Oh! And killing humans. Can't you see the resemblance?]

Comments

[onehundredbeers]

Nah. This place is fucking huge. I've been riding Thunderhorse around for a few hours and still haven't found shit.

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[smiles widely] I would, but I'm sure you know how children get, always bickering. You'd hate to see the fights for attention, whole continents left in shambles.

[onehundredbeers]

[He shrugs.]

Oh, no way. I see that on a daily basis, that's totally nothing new.

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Regrettably, I am still trying to maintain something of a low profile where I come from. These three would draw far too much attention if I returned with them. [Oh, but the gears in his head are turning. If he can do this, what else can he do, and how far does the power extend.]