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Character(s): The Master and Judith
Content: If you give The Master a cookie, he'll try to take over your world.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Later morning, Between The Wild Ginger and Central Station
Warnings: Graphic eating (from The Master), graphic bounciness (from Judith)

Slinking shoulders as he climbed on all fours through the fake trees, The Master spied a curvaceous member of the Paixao community strolling around during the day. He couldn't help but notice the way she was relatively still through her seemingly routine walk, but that she also managed to bounce along the way. He chose this path as it was the greatest stretch between points of civilization, and waited patiently for the moment to introduce himself.

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The bounce was indeed gratuitous and difficult to ignore, just the way Judith liked it. After all, if people were distracted by her bounce, she could carry on with whatever business she ~~had to~~ felt like doing without anybody being the wiser. Well, it worked most of the time. Here, she couldn't destroy any blastia, and even if she wanted to, she knew that if she ever got out Rita would be yelling at her for destroying her 'precious friends'. Well, that little Aspio mage certainly was cute, wasn't she? The thought of her friends brought a giggle out of the young battle worn Krityan. Just in time since her new companion arrived to the scene; luckily, Judith had a plastic bag of cooking ingredients in her hand.

"Why, hello there." She greeted, approaching The Master. "Given you don't look like any native I've encountered in this place, I take it that you're here because of this?" She inquired teasingly, holding up the bag of food. If she didn't know any better, The Master's Hood might have been mistaken by Judith to be part of Organization XIII; luckily, Urd had already filled her in. "I'm Judith. But you already knew that."

The Master had withdrawn his hood to take a clear once-over on Judith's voluptuous appearance. It was certainly nothing to scoff at, and compared to his former wife, she was refreshingly vibrant and confident. Still, the hunger that ate at him, the drums that pierced his thoughts, and the anticipation for meeting The Doctor in Paixao were all at the forefront of his mind when she had greeted him. That didn't stop him from pulling some of his "election day" charm when he went by the name Harold Saxon.

"A woman with a bag of food and a smashing outfit and it's not even my birthday. The Master, but you already knew that," he said with a smile unusually bright in comparison to the rest of his appearance. He stepped slowly but casually toward her. "So tell me about yourself, Judith.

Even if Judith weren't the sultry, secretive type, she would have been far more interested in The Master; his emancipated look intrigued her. Not necessarily repulsed her, but he certainly did seem malnourished. Not to mention that his name, or was it a title, seemed rather pretentious. She never heard of his accent before, but it was understandable. At least his mood was making up for the dreary nature of the rest of his person. "Oh, I'm nothing special; just a wanderer through the world, seeing and experiencing exciting things." She giggled, with her free hand on her chest as if to emphasize the word 'exciting'. "I'm certain it pales in comparison to the great feats which you must have endured, kind sir Master?" Her smile never wavered, as subtle as it was.

Almost as a sixth sense, though, she could tell that it wasn't her that he wanted to talk about. "So, shall we go somewhere? These ingredients won't be cooking themselves, after all."

Thinking like a typical human was inviting to The Master when he was Harold Saxon, Prime Minister of Great Britain. Living as an ornery old man for so long had left him aching for good humor, a dazzling smile, and an infectious personality (that could be submitted through worldwide satellites and reintegrated into a brainwashing algorithm). Singing, dancing, and all the excesses of a rock star were his, and Judith reminded him of one of the various Earth women he had brought up to his airship for the daily neck massage. Curvy, modest, and a fantastic set of eyes, she was easy on the eyes and her attitude was just right for him.

A botched regeneration later, she was still awfully convincing through her physical appearance alone, but it was still not enough to see through the subtlety of her approach. He salivated at the mere sight of the food in the bag and tried his hardest to keep his tongue from slipping over his teeth. Instead, he focused on using it as though it were made of silver. "I've seen plenty of exciting things on all the different worlds, and your cooking isn't the only thing I'm admiring."

"Oh, so this isn't your first exposure to several worlds? Color me impressed." Judith commented, looking around. As a perhaps suddenly audacious move for anybody else, she headed into a building; she had already asked the proprietors of the place if she could use their kitchen for such an occasion, which they responded positively to. Having the Master follow her, she set the bag of ingredients down on the table as she continued their conversation. "And this city certainly does have a lot to admire, doesn't it? In all of my travels about Terca Lumireis, I haven't seen architecture this fascinating at all." She teased; she knew he was alluding to her figure, but... well, that would have been far too easy. Ever elusive, that was the Judith way. That, and she didn't like forming too close of a connection with anybody. Besides, complimenting her cooking before even seeing her in the act? That was just flirtatious.

It wasn't completely unwelcome, however.

As she began mincing a few of the vegetables, she thought to make him a vegetable stir-fry. She's had to cook for herself numerous times, yes, and she had the confidence that she was far better off in the culinary arts than Flynn or Rita. Not necessarily out to impress the Master, she kept her gaze on him with a subtle smile, skillfully managing to miss her own flesh with the blade in her hand.

As The Master slinked into the kitchen of the building following behind Judith, he smiled at her words and began thinking for a moment that she could have been a Time Lord herself, considering she acting a great deal like the only female Time Lord he could think of, The Rani. Her remarks about the architecture were deflective with a slight hint of satisfaction in her tone. Yet, he knew he would recognize the red-haired Time Lord if she were around. It was easy enough to know that if this Judith were the other "evil" one and had been around this strange place for over a month, the city would have become hers one way or the other.

Still, he admired a girl with the skill of the blade. It made him miss own weaponry: the Laser Screwdriver. He knew he'd have to scrounge for the technology to pull something similar together. It was bad enough that he was without his own TARDIS, but to also be totally defenseless with the exception of his lightning blasts? Shameful.

"This 'Terca Lumireis'...your home, I take it?"

"It's the planet where I come from, yes." Judith responded, though she wasn't entirely sure whether or not she could call it her 'home'. Her hometown atop Mt. Temza was no longer, and while Myorzo wasn't necessarily a bad place, she never quite felt comfortable there. The only place she felt comfortable was riding atop her friend, Ba'ul the flying Entelexeia. The skies were her home, her freedom; being stuck on land here in Paixao wasn't entirely a pleasant thought, though one would never notice by watching Judith's expression.

"From where do you hail?" She asked, finishing up the vegetable and starting on the meat already. As calm as she appeared on the outside, she was dying for a hearty spar; with the Brionac by her side, combat was a healthy and effective method of stress relief for the Krityan. "You've yet to say a substantial word about yourself."

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"I thought a different planet. Those ears are a bit long for anything like an Earthling," The Master claimed, having his eyes not fully fixed on other parts of Judith's body. "And much better looking than one anyway." There was no end in sight to The Master's competitive flirtation, until the meat for their dinner had hit the counter and his eyes became fixed on it. The thud it made was enough to create a shock through him, as he felt the itch to inhale all of the rations before him.

He collected himself quickly and resumed the conversation. "I hail to a blank matter in space, locked in time and lost to history. Gallifrey was destroyed during the Time War. There was only one thing left in the wake of that destruction. One remaining piece of the greatest conflict of all time and space: The Doctor." He turned to her with a look of dismay and prophetic caution. "And he's here."

"Well, these ears aren't all that popular where I'm from, either." Judith responded, already putting the ingredients in the pan and began to fry them. Meat first, vegetable later. "There exist two humanoid races on my world; humans, and Krityans. I happen to be of the former." She explained. Taking in information that the Master was giving her, she was a bit amused. "The Master versus The Doctor? Is there an Apprentice and Nurse or Med Student duking it out as the side kicks as well?" She asked, with a bit of a chuckle. "But it seems no world is free from conflict, is there?"

"I don't see any reason to hide them. I once worked with a bug girl," he said with the nonchalant attitude that only two non-humans could possess with the given conversation topics. "Krityans? I'm unfamiliar, and that's saying something."

The Master tried his hardest to abstain his eyes from gazing over the meat on the slab, ready to devour it raw as it stood. However, the conversation turning back to him made it hard to think about anything except The Doctor and the drums.

"He once brought along a med student with him, but I took care of her for the most part. I have no real need for sidekicks or companions. I had a wife, but that didn't work out too well. Figures for a woman, no offense," he said with a sadness in his voice. "You buy her a new dress and she shoots you in the gut and leaves you for dead."

The Master turned away from her and looked out to the rest of the city once the word "conflict" came up. "Freedom from conflict is impossible. It's like finding true paradise." He came closer to her and had his face within inches of hers. His eyes were wet with intensity and earnestness. "Know how you become peaceful? Be so good at conflict and war, no one dares to take it away from you."

"Basically, Krityans have pointed ears, and antennae at the base of our skulls." Judith pointed at the tufts of blue, which were often mistaken as part of her hair. "Most of my people excel in study, and are laid-back; they're a weird people, to be sure. The only other notable thing would be that we are able to communicate with a species of sentient beasts known as Entelexeia. But if you've never heard of Krityans, you've most likely never heard of Entelexeia." She explained, as the meat cooked. She threw in the vegetables.

"And no offense taken." She responded, after hearing a bit about him and his wife. "I typically don't work with others aside from Ba'ul, an Entelexeia who lets me ride him to traverse the skies. And a few others, though it got off to a rocky start. Humans are quite fascinating, though several of them are also crude." She chuckled, thinking of a few in particular. "It must have been quite a hideous dress for you to go ahead and shoot you over. If you ever happen to get me something as ill in taste, I may just have to do the same." She teased. She could sense his sadness, which was she she attempted to lift the mood, though she had no intent of being rude. She honestly would have been surprised entirely if he got her something after this meeting.

Rather than continuing the conversation, she put the food on a plate and handed it to him. "Bon appetit." She smiled.

"Antennae? I should have known. Still, better than the Malmooth. Pestering bugs," he said under his breath as he looked over the tufty parts around her neck to inspect these antennae she had mentioned. "At least there are no speech impediments. Of course, it could be the TARDIS. I wonder if it's here. do you know if The Doctor brought a great big blue box with him?" he asked with his curiosity piqued.

"I don't plan on having another wife, so you'll have to find someone else to kill a dress over. Right now, I could kill for the food on that plate," he said, looking feverishly toward the pan of cooking meats and trimmings. As soon as it was laid out before him, he began devouring every last morsel with his hands and stuffing his cheeks to the brim with his meal. It was only a matter of moments before clearing any specks off the plate with a sweep of the thumb and sucking every last remainder of flavor from his fingertips.

"My apologies, but I haven't met The Doctor yet, Mr. Master." Judith responded, looking with amusement as he ravished the meal with his bare hands. Given he wasn't from her world, his mannerisms had to be different, and Judith was more amused than offended, if anything. "If I run into him, I'll be sure to snoop around... provided, you do something for me at a later date." She smiled, ever the barterer. "I'll even throw in another free meal when the time comes." She added.

Jumping onto the counter and crossing her legs as she sat, she simply observed The Master for a while. Several of the terms he used were foreign to Judith, but then again, so were the terms she used to him. It was entertaining. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Master?"

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