001; entrance

[demnify.livejournal.com]

If I must state one thing, and state it concisely, I shall say this: interesting. Considering I was just moments ago on a planet that would, at random moments, burst into sectional flame, I feel this is rather apropos. Maybe I’m dead. I doubt it, I expect death is less substantial than this – filled with less coruscations.


I almost prefer the fire and the quaking. At least there was some means of constant entertainment; this seems like I’ve simply been put in a dark room with a small crowd of paparazzi. How utterly annoying.


I’ve no time for this. There are better uses for my time; this is little more than a waste of it. Perhaps if this… place offered some visible means of escape, it would be worth the effort to explore, but at the moment, no. To whoever may be hearing me – provided anyone can in this place or that there is even anyone else here – I’ll be taking my leave. I’ve better things to do than stumble about in the dark.

Comments

[didorothy]

I... don't know you, do I? That's new.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

No, I rather expect you don't. The reversal also stands true for me - I've no idea whom you are.

Nor do I have any particular idea as to what I am doing here, but I suppose things shall be unearthed in due time.

[didorothy]

I'm, uhm, Sam Tyler. Your name, sir? [is possibly staring at the fangs a bit]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I am the Master.

[blithefully ignores the fact that his fangs might possibly be stared at]

[didorothy]

'The Master'? Okay, no need to ask what part of my psyche you represent.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I am not a representative of your psyche. I've no idea what is going on, precisely, but I'm certain whatever is happening has nothing to do with whatever state of mind you may be in.

[didorothy]

Right, sorry. I was just... never mind. ... Why do you have fangs? If, uh, that's not impolite.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Mmm, no harm done at the moment, so I shall let it pass.

[a pause]

Ahhh. Just a bit of a virus, nothing more.

[didorothy]

What sort of virus does that?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

A particularly devious kind, Mr. Tyler.

[didorothy]

I'm sorry?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Don't apologise to me. I'm not looking for pity.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

You're some...data giving AI, huh?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

No, I am not.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Then why are you in here?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

If I had any idea as to why, I might possibly tell you. Seeing as I don't, I cannot feasibly give an appropriate response.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

So...you're a person, then?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[a fanged grin]

Correct.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[and now she's freaked] R-right. You can, uh, stop that.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Stop what, mmm?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Ehh, heh, never mind. So who are you, anyway?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I am the Master, among other names. And you would be...?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

'The Master'? That sounds like a user name... [stands up straighter] My name is Hashimoto Fumie!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I assure you, it isn't.

Miss Hashimoto, then. You're rather... young.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Cloud wanders up to the Master. He's obviously a little out of it, a little unfocused. He sees the man and tries to focus. Cocks his head at him.]

...I don't know you. Guess I'm not hallucinating...