004; hunt

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master is here, sans gloves and with his claws fully visible. he seems to be moving about in a more careful, precise way - similar to a large cat preparing to strike]


I don't appreciate things moving onto my territory. If for some reason I am needed... I'll be busy hunting.

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

I never said you did, cretin.


Just because it doesn't fit in with your narrow-minded concept of reality does not make it 'bullshit'.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I'm not a cretin either, you Goddamn...Frenchie. Grow a real beard.

Yeah? Then prove it.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[a flash of fangs]

Not French. Time Lord.

[a growl, deep and rather rumbling]

You'd best hold your tongue, lest I rip it out.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[quirks a brow] So what, should I call you Father Time? Maybe the Tooth Faerie's your mum? Know Father Christmas, you ponce bastard?

[grins and waves a hand] I'd like to see you try.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen and he grins widely. slowly, he begins to move about in a predatory way, circling Gene]

You seem so certain. Tsk. I suppose I will just have to prove it to you.

[then he strikes, moving to grab Gene's arm and do exactly what he described to him earlier]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[and ohshit! this guy moves really fast and Gene doesn't have much of a chance to do anything other than a feeble attempt at side-stepping, which just leaves his arm open for the attack. which is pretty gruesome, considering the Master rips Gene's arm off just above the elbow. and Gene goes down, screaming and grabbing at the stump, trying to hold it close to stem the blood flow while also fumbling for his gun, cause he's a copper and that's what he does]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he grins widely and just purrs at Gene to start with before lifting his arm up to his - oh god - mouth and proceeding to rip a huge chunk of skin and muscle and things off. then he promptly eats it.]

Pity. You'll never get to learn from your mistakes.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[watches in horror because good fucking God he just ATE HIS ARM but he's lost too much blood and he can't feel anything, not to mention his vision is going. and he wants to say "Go to hell, you Goddamned bleedin' faerie" or "I hope you choke, you nonce bastard" and leave all macho-like cause damnit, he's the Gene Genie, but he can't make his mouth form the words and instead he just gasps and chokes, unable to even grab his gun to take a shot at the bastard that killed him. because Gene Hunt? has just died, and lies sprawled on the ground at the Master's feet, arm still tucked protectively beneath him as the life twitches out of him. his eyes remain open.]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and we can just say for whatever length of time, he's ... having dinner.]