ext_1010259: (Soft smile)
http://shout-geronimo.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-07-11 07:48 pm

One, Two, Three, Four [Active]

Character(s): The Eleventh Doctor and the Master
Content: The Doctor and the Master run headlong into the inevitable.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Evening, Week 33, set directly after this log.
Warnings: Shouldn't the Master be warning enough?

The Doctor hadn't had that much fun in ages, and if he knew anything, it was fun. He laughed a little to himself as he walked his bicycle back in the direction of his TARDIS, which he'd decided to hide in some tiny, insignificant nook of the city; no sense in letting anyone see it who didn't need to. He'd need to pick up Rory, too - it had been something he'd been putting off for awhile. He'd never really liked interacting with his future, for the most part; aside from the obvious problem of potential spoilers and possibly tearing a hole in the universe, he just plain felt uneasy. Sure, there had been exceptions, but the Doctor wasn't quite sure this qualified as one.

Oh, well. Time enough for that later. He doubted picking Rory up this late was in the picture, but tomorrow wasn't exactly out of the question. Shoving the worries he had regarding that from his mind, he whistled a jaunty tune to himself as he turned to cut through the park, a hand coming up to adjust his newly-acquired fez.

There was no question about it: tonight was a good night.

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-07-13 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Even through the click of the bicycle's chain, a small rustle came through the foliage within the park. It was quiet enough around Jogo da Crianca that it would echo, but even the sound seemed wrong. It was as though it shouldn't exist.

A figure dropped from one of the plastic trees nearby The Doctor and planted a stiff landing only a foot away from him. When the figure pulled back into a full stand, the glimmering dagger smile of The Master was already in full bloom. "Found you!" he chanted in a sing-song tone. He brushed off his black hooded sweatshirt and black denim pants. He looked as though he were trying to stealthily prowl, but his blunt entrance spoke otherwise.

"Missed me, Doctor?"

blargle...it'll do for now...I'm sorry :(

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
The Master looked over this new Doctor face to face and enjoyed what he saw. "Okay, I understand the non-flippy hair, never suited you, but the tweed, the bowtie-what happened to your brow? Something went wrong during transformation. Now, where were we when we last met?" he asked with a wag of the brow. He wondered if this Doctor was close enough to the Tenth Doctor's memories that The Master's most recent events would be still relevant.

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Rassilon. Gallifrey escaped from the bounds of the Time Lock. You never thanking me. Ring a bell?" he said like potential universe-ending paradoxes were normal happenstance. He began circling The Doctor like a scavenger ready to plunge fangs into fresh flesh. "I'd even go so far as to hear your apology."

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I WON'T ACCEPT. How does that feel, Doctor? Having your own words thrown back in your face. Not too great, is it? Difference is: I got that from our fathers and their father and their fathers! Know who you got that from? The Master," he said, pointing to his chest again and again like his points would be made any stronger by the gesture.

"Brilliant is not what I am, Doctor. It's what I do. What I did to your TARDIS all those years ago? That was a bit of the old ingenuity. Now? I can't stop eating, my hair is coming out in bunches, and-"

The Master quickly turned aside, shot a bolt of lightning that pierced and deflected the fez right off The Doctor's head. He immediately felt his entire body convulse as he showed his skeleton to his long-lived adversary.

"-that. What was that awful thing on your head anyway?"

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-07-23 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"What did you do about it? Okay, you sent them back to nothingness. What then? You heard my drums once and looked at me like the wrong that I am," The Master accused, "I tried to understand your love for the earthlings, but I had no choice to make them more likeable. Why'd you take away all of my friends, Doctor? Why did you take away all of my family?"

He grimaced at The Doctor's comforting reassurances. "Spare me," he said as he brushed his fellow Time Lord with a shoulder bump in passing.

Turning back after the remark on fezzes, The Master looked over The Doctor. "Still picking your earth girls, then? Had a nice collection, last I remembered."

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-08-07 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The Master turned to face another offer of help from The Doctor. Given their incredibly long history, it was plain to see The Master was not willing to change his ways at any point in his near future, dying or not. "Is that you've been saying this whole time? Gosh, maybe I misheard you over the DRUMS IN MY HEAD," he screamed with a sour look, throwing spittle into the air. "You think you can handle the type of chaos my mind perpetually dwells in every single day? Maybe you can tell me what I am, then?"

The Master climbed up a tree with incredible speed and hung off the branch like an athletic stage actor. "I am The Master! Born on Gallifrey as a Time Lord, meant to be the world's foremost explorer of time and space and hugs and good feelings and learning to share!"

He slid down and hid behind the tree, poking his face out with a darkened expression. "BUT, then the Time Lords turned me into a merciless killing machine meant to be the end to the opposition and to the malcontent of the universe. What happened next? RAN."

He quickly stood straight up again and composed a determined stride over to The Doctor. Every stomp of his foot only accented his rant, giving his shaking appearance a more gaunt and frightening angle. "AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOUR WHOLE LIFE? RAN. So what makes you the good and me the bad? Who decided that?" He stood and stared into The Doctor's eyes as though to find the answer in peering deeply enough into the Time Lord's soul.

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-08-22 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
The Master turned uglier as the conversation continued. It wasn't just a habit he carried for most interactions with others. It was The Doctor, the most adversarial figure in the entire universe to The Master, getting more frustrated and saddened by his own capability. It was seeing victory at hand after a millenium of fighting, scrapping, and plotting. The very feeling of seeing The Doctor like this was like a meal that he could never finish fast enough before it would be taken away.

"And you failed. What now?" The Master yelled exasperatingly. His arms rose and then dropped at his sides, a small cloud of dust puffing out from his dirty clothes. He approached The Doctor and looked at his face. "You're The Doctor. But you're not being The Doctor. I look at your pathetic hats and gimmicks and all I see is a theatre curtain. Behind the scenes, there's just a sad little Time Lord looking for a friend. Right?"

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-08-27 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
HOPE

The word infuriated The Master for some reason. Perhaps it was the total lack of faith he inherited at the malicious hand of the Time Lords before him. More than likely, it was that he was forever an outcast from the moment he was placed before the titanic power of the Untempered Schism. Still, when The Doctor touched this nerve, he could not help but lash out.

Slamming his hands on The Doctor's shoulders and wrenching his fingers until the tweed on the other Time Lord's jacket was on the edge of fraying, The Master nearly lifted The Doctor off the ground with cathartic rage. "THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL ALIVE?" he shouted as heis face once again dissipated for a flash and showed a fluorescent skull with eyes bulging in anger, "YOU WANT TO LIVE LIKE THIS?"

He shoved The Doctor away from him and began pressing and sliding his hands against each other, now crackling with energy from his own life force. "I can make that happen."

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
The Master began to do what he should have done when approached by The Doctor since the beginning: walk away. Even if this Doctor was more facetious and willing to help than any other version The Master had ever encountered, he knew that this was a no-win situation for him. If he was to truly make the most of his short remaining time, he would have to cut hos losses to come out ahead. He wasn't going to be turning in...at least, not until The Doctor had as well.

"I'm tired of your begging. I'm too hungry," he said upon leaving.

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
The Master looked up at The Doctor's request to feed him. Was his mortal enemy really this serious when it came to the welfare of the man who has tried to kill him across all of time and space? This strange-looking but caring version of The Doctor was off-putting, almost wrong in his own way. Whatever The Doctor had done before this version must have pressed some very wrong buttons. There was no way this could have been happening. At the same time, the mercy the previous Doctor showed him aboard the Valiant and in the headquarters of the Master Race could have continued on in a residual memory of virtue. The Master stepped slowly toward him, eyes that read life and death meeting once again. The Master couldn't even begin to think of what to say in return.

The serene pause stopped and The Master clamped his jaw against The Doctor's shoulder.

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-09-15 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stop whining. I didn't even break the skin," The Master said after drawing away from The Doctor's now tender shoulder. "I would have if you didn't have to be so loud." He looked at The Doctor, inevitably rubbing his shoulder from the psychopathic attack.

"And what happens exactly when I run out of time as you say? I wouldn't mind a new look," he said, sarcastically running a hand through his short platinum hair.

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"You deserved it, you ponce!" he yelled back, "And you would've bitten back? I don't see you as the kind to bite back, Doctor. Getting bitten plenty!" He looked over to the raggedy man and imagined all sorts of nasty creatures (and maybe a companion or two) digging their teeth into him. The thought of the pain made The Master smile for a brief moment.

"Honestly, Doctor, if you had to fill a book with the things you don't know, you wouldn't have room in your TARDIS. For someone thought to be so brilliant, you're definitely lacking."

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-09-25 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
The Master looked down at The Doctor trying to bite through his reasonably thick hooded sweatshirt, almost sad from the amount of effort The Doctor was giving just to prove a point. "Done yet?"

"And I thought I was mad," The Master retorted to The Doctor's whimsy, "I think I have better places to be than here, watching you gallop around like a painted puppet."

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The Master furrowed his brow downward as though The Doctor's retort had been a great open-ended question. "I wasn't asking about that," he said like a shark smelling blood in the water, "But since we're talking about it, I'm willing to bet that you're really wanting out of here. Are you in a hurry?" He smiled at him. "I really shouldn't go if the entertainment is just starting."

"You're nothing compared to me. Madness, intellect, power. You're just the only one in the universe who has come close," he boasted.

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-10-10 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"You say that, but you still act like you're on your last leg," The Master pondered aloud. "This is your eleventh, right? Looks like you might be on the end of your cycle."

"And what good is madness and power if you don't use them together? Admit it: you would never return to Earth so many times if you didn't think it was a place teeming with madness," he said, scoffing at The Doctor's retort as though it were insulting, "And the only reason I went there was because it never got crazy enough. Well, except that time I was the Earth."

[identity profile] mastertemplate.livejournal.com 2011-10-13 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, and I'm not hungry for anything at the moment," he said, eyes rolling, stomach growling.

Now, The Master was beginning to feel insulted. "Lost because of Rassilon, not you. If I'm not mistaken, you were close to losing a lot more than a battle with him. Think of it: 'The Doctor ended by a tin glove.' That'd be a story for the telly for sure," he said with his thin fingers making a square frame.