paixaorpg | Shards of Sanity [Complete]

Characters: The Master and Yorda
Content: Yorda takes a break from looking for Toph in order to find the Master.
Setting: The beach outside Nifleheim
Time: Week 22, mid-afternoon
Warnings: ... The Master?

She had to find him. It wasn't simply to stop him from doing as he said he would, but also to make sure that he would be alright. He sounded so strange, speaking in such a manner; even Yorda could tell something was wrong, although she had never seen an insane person before and could not comprehend doing something so terrible for no reason (at least, that was what it seemed to Yorda). She fretted as she slipped out the door, not leaving so much as a note for Urd (especially as she had yet to learn what a note was) as she did so, and set out into the street. The princess remembered how ravenously hungry the Master had been when she'd met him, and made her way to Auntie Unde's in order to buy some meat for him. It was at least half an hour before she set out again, the basket she'd brought with her heavy with what she'd purchased.

It wasn't long after that that Yorda had to decide where to look. She'd searched quite a bit of the city for Toph, and hadn't seen the Master in all that time; maybe it was time to venture outside of the city. The girl walked to the gate nearest the shop and merely shook her head, her lips firmly pressed together when the guard demanded that she stay inside. Surprisingly, Yorda was allowed past without much fuss, and although she felt guilty for not answering the guard's questions, she had simply been too worried to speak much. The girl began to walk, picking a random direction and not knowing where she was headed. It was the only way to find out where the Master was, really... at least, that's what she hoped. She had never done this before.

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Resorting to looking out on the horizon for possible hint of a familiar civilization, The Master couldn't even begin to ponder the plans he had already laid out to the whole of Paixao. He felt the anger rise to his head more and more he thought about "Praetoris" and the hidden system behind the entire city. He found respite along the quiet beaches but couldn't help but fill the quiet with another noise. He had found a pair of sticks made from some strange material, but they were enough to make noise. Tap tap tap tap. Tap tap tap tap.

Long after she had started walking, Yorda spotted a familiar figure on the beach and hurried her own pace in response. The Master might have seemed calm, but Yorda was still worried about him - and what he might do. Upon finally reaching the man. Yorda looked up at him as she offered him the (still rather heavy) basket of meats she had brought for him wordlessly. Perhaps he would need food before he felt like speaking, perhaps not - but for the first time since she had found herself in this strange place, Yorda didn't feel like asking any questions.

He almost scoffed at the offer of meat, but his hunger took over and he succumbed to the temptation of plowing through various legs and leaving behind only bare bones. When he gone through a tenth helping, he took a pair of bones and began tapping the rhythm again. Tap tap tap tap. Tap tap tap tap.

"I suppose you wouldn't happen to know Praetoris? Or hear the drums?" he asked with a clear bitterness in his voice.

Yorda sat down on the beach, next to the Master, and remained silent as the Master devoured his meal, hugging her knees and looking out at the water. When the Time Lord had finished and was tapping away while asking her that question, Yorda paused. She had neither seen nor heard a drum - at least, not as far as she knew - and now was certainly not the time to ask. The princess wondered if the tapping sound the Master was making was the noise he heard, and shook her head; she heard nothing but the sound of bones tapping, and the Master's voice. She didn't know who Praetoris was, either. "No one has found that person," she replied, looking over at him.

Sucking a remaining piece of meat suck between his teeth, The Master shook his head with disgust at the mere thought of this Praetoris character. It was something he couldn't help but feel sickened by for the mere mention of the new mayor. "Figures," he said with some conviction but enough to show displeasure for Yorda's efforts.

"Thanks for the meal," he added, though he didn't sound as grateful as he should have, considering the feast before him. "Did you vote for me? It doesn't matter if you had, but I wanted to know."

At The Master's disappointment, Yorda looked down, feeling as though she had done something wrong. "You are welcome," she replied after a pause, looking back up at the TIme Lord. At his question, she smiled. "Yes," she replied simply. She had voted for him; The Master had told her to, so why not? Yorda didn't really know what an election was, or why voting was needed for one, but it had seemed important to The Master, and the princess had wanted to help him. She still did; that was why she came. Besides, she didn't want anybody to get hurt, and Urd seemed to take The Master's threat seriously. Maybe she could convince him not to do it, or put his mind on other things. But how?

Looking back on the election, he wondered if he truly didn't care about winning or if it was merely his way of easing the pain of losing to a veritable ghost, a tiny loud-mouthed meerkat, and a Shantotto (whatever that was). Either way, he had witnessed exactly what he wanted. Michael Praetoris and whoever or whatever was behind him was unkeen to the idea of The Master looking over every single citizen of Paixao and stretching his knowledge of the area to its people. Yorda looked as though none of that mattered; she came across as curious as to what would happen in the near future.

"If Praetoris talks, I'll call off the dogs," he said before quickly taking back his words in consideration for Yorda's misunderstanding of phrases and idioms. "If Praetoris makes himself known as a real person, I won't do anything rash. However, if he crosses any lines with me, I will take the battle directly to him."

Yorda was just about to ask what a dog was when The Master elaborated, and nodded. SHe hadn't paid much attention to the election after The Master had told her to vote for him; although she had liked listening to the various candidates and their platforms (she still needed to ask somewhat what a platform was), she hadn't understood very much, still learning the ways of the world as she was - and besides, her mind had been made up, anyway, although it had been made up for her.

"I will help you look for him," Yorda decided. She didn't want The Master to seek him alone, especially considering that she knew how the election results had upset him. She didn't want him to be alone at a time like this.

The Master finally smirked when Yorda offered her help in finding the newly elected mayor of the city. "That's more like it," he said with some hope instilled in his body language as he got up and dusted himself off from the sands. "And if he doesn't show, you will need to see me one more time."

Yorda would not harm anybody, of course, but maybe if The Master spoke to the new mayor, he wouldn't be so angry about losing the election. The girl stood up once The Master did, lightly brushing the sand from her legs, and nodded at him. "I will." She wanted to offer to either stay with the other or invite him to stay with her, but she didn't know how he - or Urd - would feel about Yorda simply running off (again) and staying around someone she hadn't known for very long.

He began brushing his palms together with a faint crackle dancing off his fingertips. He continued talking while focusing on the electricity bouncing from his hands, "Whether you wish to help me against Praetoris or fall prey to indifference, that's your choice. Just remember this: I am The Master, the one raised to fight the Time War by the Time Lord race, and I don't fear anything this place has to offer."

With that final note, he placed his hands to his sides, palms down, and shot himself off the sands and into the sky with a giant leap.

Yorda picked up the bones left from The Master's meal and slipped them into her basket, not wanting to leave a mess. A glance back at her companion told her he was getting ready to leave, and so she stepped closer in preparation to follow him... until he shot up straight into the air. That, needless to say, surprised Yorda, and for a moment, she stood with her mouth slightly open, staring, before she came to her senses and dashed back towards the city.

It was time to start looking around and asking questions.

Shards of Sanity [Complete]

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