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paixaorpg2010-01-17 11:11 pm
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The Master and His New Domain.
Character: The Master
Content: A Recap of the Final Scene of End of Time Part 2...The Master arrives in Paixao
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Early afternoon
Holding the lightning blasts at the people responsible for his lifelong torture, The Master felt the sinews of his being stretching and snapping under the strain he placed under his angered intent. "YOU DID THIS TO ME," he proclaimed, pushing his hatred for the Time Lords of old into their bodies. "ALL MY LIFE...1....2...3...4!!!" he screamed, veins appearing at the side of his head. Every number was met with a powerful blast from his hands and provoked another flash of his dying being. Finally, when the blasts had grown from the point of impact to a broad flash of blinding white light, The Master embraced the heat washing over him as he could feel both of his hearts stopping...
When the light had returned to a state of normalcy, The Master felt the burning in his eyes cease and the ground beneath his feet becoming cooler. He looked where he had crouched over and saw normal ground, not the polished tile from his last memory or the puffy clouds of a fate he was expecting. Placing his hands across it, he felt the dirt and enjoyed feeling reality again. More importantly, he knew he lived.
He felt over his body quickly to see he wasn't in a suit or traditional Time Lord robes, but in his new found uniform: a black hooded sweatshirt, a scarlet tee shirt, a pair of black pants, and worn brown work boots. A bright smile returned to his face before looking out and seeing the water that wrapped around the entirety of this new home as well as an expanse of fields just behind him.
"Sir, you're next in line if I can be of service to you?"
His smile dimmed and he quickly pulled the hood of his sweatshirt back over the top of his head. He quietly turned to the voice and saw a guard who was looking over a list and holding a strange device in their hand.
"Name please?"
The new arrival stepped forward very slowly and snatched the journal from the guard's hand. "No need for that. Where's some food?"
The guard looked shocked by the rude behavior, but after looking up to only a see a face shrouded by the hood with the exception of a solemn mouth, they seemed a little less confident about their question.
"Name for the register please?"
A smile awoke. "The Master. I need some food please. I'm so so very hungry."
Content: A Recap of the Final Scene of End of Time Part 2...The Master arrives in Paixao
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Early afternoon
Holding the lightning blasts at the people responsible for his lifelong torture, The Master felt the sinews of his being stretching and snapping under the strain he placed under his angered intent. "YOU DID THIS TO ME," he proclaimed, pushing his hatred for the Time Lords of old into their bodies. "ALL MY LIFE...1....2...3...4!!!" he screamed, veins appearing at the side of his head. Every number was met with a powerful blast from his hands and provoked another flash of his dying being. Finally, when the blasts had grown from the point of impact to a broad flash of blinding white light, The Master embraced the heat washing over him as he could feel both of his hearts stopping...
When the light had returned to a state of normalcy, The Master felt the burning in his eyes cease and the ground beneath his feet becoming cooler. He looked where he had crouched over and saw normal ground, not the polished tile from his last memory or the puffy clouds of a fate he was expecting. Placing his hands across it, he felt the dirt and enjoyed feeling reality again. More importantly, he knew he lived.
He felt over his body quickly to see he wasn't in a suit or traditional Time Lord robes, but in his new found uniform: a black hooded sweatshirt, a scarlet tee shirt, a pair of black pants, and worn brown work boots. A bright smile returned to his face before looking out and seeing the water that wrapped around the entirety of this new home as well as an expanse of fields just behind him.
"Sir, you're next in line if I can be of service to you?"
His smile dimmed and he quickly pulled the hood of his sweatshirt back over the top of his head. He quietly turned to the voice and saw a guard who was looking over a list and holding a strange device in their hand.
"Name please?"
The new arrival stepped forward very slowly and snatched the journal from the guard's hand. "No need for that. Where's some food?"
The guard looked shocked by the rude behavior, but after looking up to only a see a face shrouded by the hood with the exception of a solemn mouth, they seemed a little less confident about their question.
"Name for the register please?"
A smile awoke. "The Master. I need some food please. I'm so so very hungry."