realityshifted | 019; pissy

[the Master only adjusts his bite and applies more pressure - especially to keeping Gene pinned and immobile. the Master intends on forcing submission]

[Gene isn't one to submit, though, even with someone clamping down on his chest, and he fights back best he can, struggling against the Master's grip, trying to kick out his knees or knee his groin or ANYTHING to get out of this predicament, because this hurts and it's just way too gay and the moment the Master lets go, Gene's gonna kill him]

[the Master doesn't budge; he's found a good offensive/defensive spot and he doesn't intend on releasing it at all. what the Master wants, he gets, after all - and this time he licks at the blood that is spilling into his mouth just a bit, running it over Gene's skin in the process. sweeter than it was before, most definitely]

[oh bloody hell the Master did NOT just lick his neck. no no no. but he did, Gene could feel it, and he dry heaves, renewing his efforts to get the Master off him] I SAID GET OFF!

[your want him off, Gene? well, here you go: the Master releases his bite on the man's neck before rapidly moving back and away, though not releasing his hold on Gene's arms; instead, he uses that grip to throw the man onto the ground, where upon the Master goes back to pinning him]

I am your superior, Mr. Hunt. You work for me.

[his eyes are wild, and as he speaks, traces of Gene's black blood can be seen on the Master's lips, his fangs]

Learn it, and this needn't happen again.

[hits the ground hard and snarls as the Master pins him again, struggling against him and glaring fiercely at the Time Lord, especially because he can still feel the blood on his neck and he knows why it's there and he really doesn't appreciate it]

You're a worthless piece of shit. [spits in his face] I didn't agree to be your bloody flunky, I said I'd work with you.

[he grabs Gene and slams him into the ground, ignoring Gene's actions]

You remember incorrectly. My offer was for you to be my lawman. You later chose to take me up on that offer. Your exact words...

[he slips into Gene's voice] "On one condition. You don't breathe a word of it to anyone, especially Tyler."

[then back to his own] You made no other conditions, just that, which I have faithfully upheld.

[he slams Gene into the ground again] And then after I told you that you now worked for me, that you obeyed my orders, your exact reply was...

[Gene's voice again] "We'll see how well that works. Boss or not, I'm still the Gene Genie and I do what I want, how I want it."

[and back] Not once was there any statement of you working with me. You agreed to work for me, under me, and made no attempt to make it an equal partnership.

I'm doing exactly what I said I would!

[all this slamming about hurts, but Gene's not about to admit it, so instead he falls back on anger and yells in the Master's face, straining against the other man in an attempt to get up, because he doesn't like not being in control. at all]

I said I'd do what I want, how I want, and that's exactly what I'm doing, you murdering scum! I warned you, you bloody bastard. [struggles more, then tries to head butt the Master] Now let me go!

[he's hit, and he growls loudly but refuses to relinquish]

You will learn to respect me, Gene Hunt! I said I treat my allies well, but you are sorely trying me!

[the ground around them literally rumbles as the Master rages]

I don't respect scum! I said I'd work with you, not be your bloody ally. Allies mean I trust you, and I might work with scum, but I don't trust you as far as I can throw you and I won't fuckin' touch you.

[woah, ground rumbling!] The bloody hell was that?

[he seizes before cursing vehemently and immediately getting off of Gene as the ground nearby rips right open, thanks]

[thanks, Master, because that leaves Gene free to get up, except there's a giant hole in the ground at his side now and he just about tumbles in it, great]

[he growls, and quickly moves to seize some part of Gene] Bloody...!

[and proceeds to pull him away before the git off and gets himself killed]

[and so Gene Hunt's life is saved by the bastard he just said he doesn't trust. irony needs a kick in the balls. so does the Master, for that matter, but instead Gene just scrambles to his feet, looking back at the giant hole in the ground] Mind explaining how that got there, Frenchie?

[the Master huffs, then crosses his arms]

This planet is connected to the life force of those on it's surface. For example, the two of us, though you're only visiting for a short time and I doubt it will get a hold on you. On the other hand, it has a very firm connection with me.

[he glances over at the newly formed crevasse]

The planet doesn't take to fighting much. It's what killed this place - hunting, fighting, warfare. Every time someone fought, this planet died just a little bit more.

Right. So you're on a planet with giant cheetah people who hunt and eat other human beings, led by a murdering bastard, and it likes to blow up when people fight. Why hasn't it killed you yet, then? Bet it'd get better if you weren't around.

No, Mr. Hunt. This place is mid-death throes. It should have exploded months ago... but you are right, the fight that finally sent this place to its death involved myself - and the Doctor - but it's no matter.

[he remains as calm as he can manage despite the fact he had just been fighting and asserting his dominance over Gene]

We've business to attend to. Perhaps we'll stop to have that bite washed out.

[snorts in an entirely unsurprised manner]

The only business we've got, as I see it, is me kicking your ass for giving me this bite in the first place.

[he rolls his eyes]

Mr. Hunt, would you care to have the ground rip open again?

Not really. [huffs] Let's just get this over with.

[the Master nods and leads the way again, pausing only for a moment to sniff the air]

Good... Mr. Hunt. You're going to meet one of the hunters - Russ. He's mindful of those above him, though he possesses a bit of a temper. He's not the best, that's Jaska, but for now he'll suit our purposes.

You can stop the sniffing thing, really. It makes you look like an idiot. [frowns] So what, you want me to kick his arse or something, prove myself? The hell is meeting him gonna do?

[he stops and stares at Gene] Mr. Hunt. What did you just learn about fighting on this planet?

That if I do it right, you'll fall to your death in a giant hole and I'll be rid of you.

[he sighs] Idiot.

[he continues to lead the way until he bellows out the cheetah's name, prompting that very cheetah to show face

an adult with scars from fighting on the arms, chest, neck, and with a notched ear, but otherwise unscathed; dressed in hobbled together cloth and metal clothes. the cheetah eyes Gene for a moment and then grins, baring his teeth]

Russ, this is my associate, Gene Hunt.

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