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Ianto Jones ([info]notjustateaboy) wrote in [info]parabolical,
@ 2008-04-22 23:27:00

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Who: Ianto Jones and Harold Saxon.
What: Meeting.
Where: The Master's residence.
When: April 18. After this conversation.
Rating: TBD. Probably a bit high.
Status: Started.

Ianto approached the address that Saxon had given him with no small amount of trepidation. Rain was still falling, only adding to his dark mood. His gun was tucked into his jacket within easy reach, just in case, but he didn't know if that would be enough. He didn't trust the other man at all, especially not with the way everyone was reacting to him, and if he had Jack...the Jack Ianto knew...then he couldn't let his captain remain there. He hadn't told Jack where he was going, not wanting things to be awkward with the older man. He cared about him, yes, but that wasn't the Jack he had a relationship with. Not really.

Reaching the politician's place, he fought the urge to leave and not come back, knowing that would do nothing to help his captain. One hand clenched at his side, he sent a quick message to Owen and then raised the other and knocked on the door.

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[info]ihearthedrums
2008-04-24 12:40 am UTC (link)
It was a rather nice place, similar to that of a summer home. It was three stories, with plenty of room for nothing of importance, but most essentially, there were servants. Two beautiful, exotic maids, and two handsome, silent butlers. The Master was waited on hand and foot, and it was glorious. And yet, at the sound of the knock upon his door he felt the impulsive need to open it himself.

He had been settled in a large, black, leather armchair. His right hand clutched a small glass of scotch, only half full, with three small ice cubes. He looked up from his seat, smacking his lips gently to remove any source of his drink. His head lifted and the small maid grabbed his glass from his hand. The Master stood up, joints cracking in what would seem like anticipation. He made his way through the sitting room and summoned the muscular butler with the wiggle of his index and middle fingers. "Usual formation, please, children. We've got very special company this evening," they all found themselves in a straight line behind him as he moved to the door. With an adjustment of his tie, he put on a large grin and opened it quickly.

"Ianto Jones, oh, we meet again," he gave a breathy chuckle.

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[info]notjustateaboy
2008-04-25 02:12 am UTC (link)
Ianto glared at the man in front of him. Harold Saxon was shorter than him, and not physically intimidating, but there was something in his eyes that scared him. He forced himself to look him in the eyes, not blinking or turning away.

"Saxon," he said coldly. "I don't believe we have met before. So again seems a bit wrong." He was edgy, prepared to reach for his gun if necessary.

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