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lucy saxon isn't as dumb as she seems to be (neverthatbright) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-05 23:39:00

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!closed, #complete, lucy saxon, the master

WHO: Lucy Saxon and the Master
WHAT: A surprisingly calm reunion.
WHEN: Not long after Lucy posted this.
WHERE: The steps of the Grand Library, to start.
RATING: PGish [language and references to darker themes]
STATUS: Complete!

The Master was alive.

Lucy had known there was always a chance he would be resurrected. She had known, as soon as she was settled in prison, she had to start making plans to stop that from happening. However no sooner had she received her sentence did she find herself in that strange little library with knights who seemed determined to keep her out. Clutching the device they'd given her in her hand, she stared once more at the conversation she was having over what she guessed was a public message board of some kind. Her stomach tightened at the words that stared back up at her, finger lightly dancing across the small picture that made identification all too easy.

The Master was alive.

She wasn't prepared for this. She was in an unfamiliar city that apparently wasn't even on Earth, she couldn't leave, and she wasn't at all prepared to face him again. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she quickly scrolled through the menu of her PDA. It had given her the number of a flat, as well as a map, and she was curious if there was anything else of use. Anything at all that might help her.

Coming up empty, the woman closed her eyes for a brief moment. Her jaw quivered, lips pressing softly together as she swallowed down the emotions rampaging through her. When her eyes reopened she was calm, almost detached. Rising to her feet, she gripped her PDA tightly with one hand and began descending the stairs. She knew she wouldn't make it all the way to her new flat. She knew he was already on his way because she knew him. What she didn't know, though, was when exactly their paths would cross or what would happen once they did.

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cantyouhearit
2010-11-08 08:19 am UTC (link)

The scene skipped, consolation of the Doctor's companion mixed with a maniac determination in his younger self that more closely mirrored his current self. The concern seem intensified, bleeding into confusion at the franticness with which his younger self was working, a certain heaviness in his form before he broke away from the machinery to make a call.

The return of the young scientist that he'd manipulated provoked the suave aspects of his personality, alternating mocking and praising as he moved forward to lay out the details of a plan.

"My dear Terrell, you will have a very long time to wait for results if this is the best you can do. All you’re really doing is exploiting a simple side effect of the Darkheart’s operation. The true power... That still eludes you, does it not?"

The young scientist looks incredulous, as if he wants to know exactly who this man in front of him is to tell him what he has managed, "And I suppose you can do better."

"Of course," The reply was irritated, mocking, as if to suggest that he was anything but capable of thinking higher and better than the man in front of him was an insult. Which it was. "The Darkheart was, after all, designed to transmit vast energies around the Cosmos. I would suggest you use it as such."

"To what end?"

There was a brief moment of hesitation in his features, as if he knew what he was about to say was a monumental choice that, once made, could not be taken back. And one that he shouldn't be making for that matter. But after that moment, the younger man turned back to the control panel, setting the dials as his body slowly settled into the choice he'd made, a dark smile crossing his features. "Pick a specific target."

He fled the machine, pale and burdened, no longer the carefree and gentle man that he'd been, encountering the Doctor's companion again, quietly stunned at the concern that she seemed to show.

"Did you stop that changes?"

"Oh, I did," He replied, a quietly haunted look on his features that seemed to startle the young girl in front of him. "Yes, Miss Waterfield, the effect has stopped. Terrell and the others are now busy with some functions of the Darkheart that are rather more narrow in their visions."

"But they're still using it?"

"I'm afraid they are. Sometimes, Miss Waterfield, one must compromise and accept the existence of a lesser evil for the greater good."

Another torrent of images and scenes, the young Master wedged until a panel of wires with the Doctor's young companion looking on.

"These all seem to be in working order, they are simply not configured and powered yet. Yes, my dear, I do believe we can work with these."

"To do what?" Such an innocent question from an innocent girl expecting heroes and miracles while watching the worse unfold.

"Anything we want," His younger self replied, good natured, smiling in a soft reassurance despite the lingering darker undertones in his words. "For one thing we can rescue Ailla. First, though, there is so much to study. Knowledge is power."

"But, Allia’s dead..."

"With access to the space/time conduit, Ailla is only dead until I choose otherwise."

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