20; fffff

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and here's the Master, looking relatively better than the last time some people around here might've seen him (for example, there is less blood involved); though he still walks on one leg very gingerly, and is sans gloves for once

which is entirely due to the fact his claws are decidedly sharper, and he doesn't want to ruin anymore D:]

Hmph... need to do something about these...

Comments

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Donna now wanders up] What are you thinking about now?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Hm? [a pause] Ah... just a way to fix certain problems.

[noking.livejournal.com]

[Shenzi just walks straight near his hands (paws?) and inspects them]

Kitty got claws?

[ahasgah she cracks up at her joke]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Have you tried clippers?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he growls in return]

I fail to see how this is amusing.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he rolls his eyes]

Has it slipped your mind that the planet I am on lacks the capability to make them?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

What sort of problems? Might have a solution, mate.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowns] I hated how many pairs of gloves I went through.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master holds up a clawed hand] I don't believe it is a problem you can properly solve. Claws grow back.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[nods]

They're sharper, of late. Of course, that can be beneficial... but I rather dislike them.

[noking.livejournal.com]

You're cheetah.

How much do you weigh, actually?

[she circles him appraisingly]

You don't look scrawny enough.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[holds up her own currently green painted nails] Manicure? I know how to do them. I used to do them for my mate, Shelly. They'll grow back but it keeps them level and all that.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[in his best I-am-being-perfectly-reasonable voice]

Nope. You don't lack the ability to make them.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I may find some more durable gloves in the Doctor's TARDIS's wardrobe. I haven't really looked around there much except for suits with larger pockets.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I weigh more than I did when they brought me to that wretched planet, though. Part of the physiological changes.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do. I don't have the proper materials, and I'm no fan of getting them from other people.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

So stop whining about it.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I don't need a manicure.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

It'd be greatly appreciated, self.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

From the look of those nails, I think you do. It'll help.

[noking.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. Cheetah AIDS.

What were you at first?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[cue the Master trying to grab Nine] You blathering idiot! Do you have any idea what this is indicative of?!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[a bit of a sigh]

Only temporarily. I need a permanent solution.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[Nine is grabbed(!) and fully serious now, since obvs. the Master does not like being teased about his cheetah AIDS condition]

It's progressing.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and he releases the grip, since his point is across]

Of course it is. It's only had some three months to continuously assault my will and defenses.