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The Master (cantyouhearit) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-09-20 00:13:00

Entry tags:

idris, the master

WHO: The Master & Idris
WHAT: The Doctor's TARDIS is a human. The Master isn't sure whether this is better or worse than her being a box.
WHEN: September 20th; Evening
WHERE: Colligo Streets
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Not being able to see people was boring. There really wasn't any other way to put it. Sure, he could have talked to the other people about that he didn't normally speak to, but the way he saw it, he didn't normally speak to those people for a reason, and there was no sense in trying to start now. So, instead, the Master had taken to wandering the streets. It wasn't for any rhyme or reason. He wasn't looking to start trouble (even though he had, on occasion, just a tiny bit), or find someone to talk with. Why would he seek something out from a local that he didn't even particularly care for from a non? But he'd just walked, letting his gaze sweep over each of the people that he passed, taking them in and allowing his mind to run over the different potential scenarios that it could think up for just how he could have made that individual useful to himself.

Of course, there were people you passed on the street that didn't catch your attention at all, and there were others that made you stop in your tracks, stop in your tracks and stare. And the Master had just passed one of those individuals. The dress, in and of itself, would have been enough to attract his attention, but there was something else, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on that drew his eye. A certain familiarity that his mind couldn't entirely place whether it was someone that he had met here and couldn't quite recall or just someone he'd dreamed about once upon a time. Either way, that was enough to motivate him from just watching to raising a hand to attract her attention.

"Do I know you?"

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notadoolally
2012-09-20 05:03 am UTC (link)

Of course he wouldn't see her and simply keep walking. Of course he would stop, and try to get her attention, and even speak to her. Of course he would. Because obviously he couldn't do things the easy way. No. Not at all.

Idris huffed slightly as she met the Time Lord's puzzled gaze without flinching. Her chin rose a notch as an emotion she wasn't very familiar with - anger, she believed it was called - began to swell within her flesh encased prison. Anger, nay rage, and fear. She didn't particularly care for fear. Fear made her tongue taste funny and caused her heart to race rapidly in her chest. Narrowing her eyes a bit, she began clicking her tongue at him in a very familiar pattern.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Four clicks, four more, then she sniffled in disdain and shot him a much darker than her normal expression was capable of managing look. Her tone, when she spoke, was trembling ever so slightly.

"Bad. Bad, bad is what you are. Were. Will be. All of them. BAD."

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cantyouhearit
2012-09-20 05:14 am UTC (link)

Bad in all possible tenses. Yes. That sounded about right. Of course, who she was to know that, much less that drums that plagued him as was made clear by the pattern she was beating out, made him raise an eyebrow, casting a long look at her before taking a step forward, "Yes. But let me ask what you are," He said with a bit of a smile even as the curiosity was still buried underneath it. "Obviously it isn't bad, or you wouldn't feel the need to call me out in such a way. No, no, you're something else entirely," He said, taking another step forward. If there was something that the Master had learned years ago to detect, it was fear, and he was more than happy to feed it, to play on it, even in the face of the anger that he could see paired up in there.

What would he learn without pushing a few limits? If it backfired on him, well, it wasn't like it would be the first time.

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notadoolally
2012-09-20 05:24 am UTC (link)

Oh, but she despised him. She was a ship, yet she despised him. It wasn't logical, no, of course not. It didn't have to be logical. She was a ship, yes, but she also despised him because he'd done terrible things to her. Not just to her, though, no. He'd done terrible things to her Doctor as well. Hers. Only hers. Her Doctor. Her Time Lord. Her thief. He was hers and he'd been hurt by the being standing before her now. The one who had ripped her apart and made her wrong, so very, very wrong.

Tiny, flesh-covered hands clenched into fists as she glared at him. Considered slapping his face. It might feel good, to have contact after all this time. To express herself in a very physical, unusual sort of way. Then again, he'd been slapped before. It hadn't worked. Wouldn't work. Would never work. He was bad, through and through. No, it was best she kept her hands to herself and used her words. Funny, twisting things that they were with tenses that made no sense.

No bother. She would make them make sense, this time. Only this once. For now.

"You've taken my sister."

Oh, but that wasn't what she'd meant to say. Words. Funny things. She didn't like them very much, now. Frowning in frustration, she tried again.

"And you took me. Only I didn't go willingly. She did, however." She paused, raised her chin a notch. "I wish to speak with her." Another pause, to make sure the word made sense. It did. Stubbornly, she tagged on a firm, "Now."

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cantyouhearit
2012-09-20 05:42 am UTC (link)

Sister? The Master really couldn't remember all of the women that he'd kidnapped or convinced to work with him through the years. It had been a lot, and considering this place, she could have been related to any one of them, even the ones that he'd taken centuries ago. Staring at her for a long moment, his expression shifting to one of confusion more than of curiosity or amusement, he just shook his head at her, "No clue what you're talking about. Honestly. I mean, maybe if you narrowed down the pool of potential people you could be talking about. General galactic coordinates, maybe? Planet name?" The confusion faded as he smirked at her and offered a tiny shrug. "I've been around this universe more than once, and I've taken more than a couple people with me while doing so. Granted, not nearly as many as my counterpart had collected, but hey, we can't all collect humans like they're hummel figurines."

The Master shrugged again at her demand before chuckling quietly, "Either way, there's not really anyone in this city that I can give you access to. Certainly no one that I've kidnapped. Lucy went back home quite some time ago, and I was pretty sure she only had brothers." It was probably annoying obvious just how painful it was for the Master to say that knowing exactly what she had gone back to.

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notadoolally
2012-09-20 05:53 am UTC (link)

No. No, no, no, no, no. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! Idris huffed in annoyance and stomped her foot once for good measure. It wasn't quite the same as turning all of her lights on, then off again, all at once. Or, perhaps, letting out an ear-piercing whistle of annoyance when her thief tried to tinker with her coordinates after she'd chosen the perfect place for him to visit. However, it was the most she could manage in such a limited form so she supposed it would just have to do.

Well, that, and the use of her words. She was getting better at them, too! Only every other tense was confusing for her. That was most certainly progress.

"Not them." The words were all but spat, her annoyance obvious in her tone. She liked that, now that she'd all but gotten the hang of it. Having a tone was fun.

"The one-" she paused, heaving a heavy sigh of frustration. "Ugh, it's all a mess up here! Front and back, up and down, none of it makes any sense!" She waved absently at her head then sighed once more, finally sucking in a breath to try again. Her gaze locked with the Master's, her eyes refusing to even blink until she'd made him understand what she was trying to say.

"You have a name for her. Not the correct name, no, a-" She struggled, then smiled. "Nickname! Yes. That's it! You've a nickname for her. La. No. Lu. No," she huffed in frustration before blurting the sound out past lips that clearly weren't used to forming anything coherent in the first place.

"'Lo! That's it! Yes. That's what you call her. 'Lo. And now I must speak with her."

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cantyouhearit
2012-09-20 06:35 am UTC (link)

Oh. Oh. Crap.

It was more like a reflex than anything else for the Master to take a rather giant step backwards from the way he'd pushed himself put into her space. Self-preservation as well, too, since if she was the Doctor's TARDIS, which he had absolutely no reason to doubt. Stranger things than that happened here all the time. If she was the Doctor's TARDIs, there was absolutely nothing in him that she was wouldn't be more than willing to rip him to pieces the second that she got the chance.

"I'm...not entirely sure that's the best idea," The Master said, holding up his hands in a bit of a surrender. It wasn't as though he was going to deny them the chance to speak, but his mind couldn't help but go to the sort of things that she could possibly say. Lo was under no delusions that he was a good man, but she still thought he had his limits. There were some things that he'd never done. Which...wasn't entirely true. Nothing was sacred with the Master, something that the Doctor's TARDIS knew all too well, and something that he didn't particularly want her sharing. "At least not until we lay down a few ground rules."

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notadoolally
2012-09-27 03:00 pm UTC (link)

No? He was daring to tell her no? What little patience Idris had, what modicum of manners she was willing to use toward the being standing before her, evaporated the instant he denied her her request. "Rules?" she exclaimed shrilly. "Rules?!"

Without warning, she closed the distance he'd tried to put between them and continued advancing on him without sign of stopping... until she suddenly reached out and grabbed him by his ear. Twisting it sharply, she all but yanked him toward her and, using her free hand, began poking him directly in the forehead to accentuate every word she was saying. "You. Have. No. Rules."

Then she bit him, directly on the nose, before releasing him with a violent shove away from her. Did any of that get her any closer to speaking with her sister? Probably not. But Idris certainly felt a bit better, at least.

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cantyouhearit
2012-09-27 10:39 pm UTC (link)

Suddenly, the Master felt as though he had regressed nearly a millenia. She had a point, granted. He usually didn't have any rules much less play the by ones of others, but this was his Lo that they were talking about. The Master wasn't willing to risk what little loyalty he might still deserve to the Doctor's TARDIS's loose tongue. All the same, there was absolutely no way that he could resist the rather sudden assault. He could have struggled, sure, or lashed out, but the Master doubted that would have improved her picture of him at all. So he just let her drag him by the ear like he was a child and prod him in the forehead.

The bite, though. THAT he hadn't been expecting and jerked back rather forcefully at the same time he was shoved, ending up toppling ass over heel onto the ground. Staring up at her with wide eyes, The Master couldn't form any words beyond, "You bit me. You BIT me. WHO JUST BITES SOMEONE?!"

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notadoolally
2012-09-27 11:34 pm UTC (link)

"Oh my." Idris' hand flew to her mouth when the Master fell down, torn between almost - almost - feeling bad that he'd fallen and laughing at the fact that he'd done so. Quickly she settled on somewhere vaguely closer to amusement, flashing him a positively delighted grin as she replied, "I do. I like biting. It's excellent." She snapped her teeth at him, as though proving her point, before her hands went to her hips and she continued in a matter-of-fact way, "And you've no position to speak, little Time Lord. Who turns a TARDIS into a paradox machine, hmm?"

Spinning away suddenly, Idris glanced first left, then right, then back to the Master. Realizing he was still on the ground, she huffed loudly and rolled her eyes, shoulders bouncing a bit. "Still on the ground!" she exclaimed. "Up, up with you! You're to take me to my sister now or I'll bite you." She paused. "Wait. Already did that. Again? Yes! That's the word. I'll bite you again!" She stopped then, nodding once before smiling brightly, clearly pleased with herself.

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cantyouhearit
2012-09-27 11:43 pm UTC (link)

"Someone who needs something to hold a paradox together, that's who," The Master huffed as he rubbed his nose, not entirely prepared to try and stand back up lest she shove him again. "You can't very well have people from the end of the universe coming back in time to eliminate people who could very well be their great-great-great-great-great-great-great to infinity grandparents without taking the precautions that will make sure things hold. And considering it all feel apart when you were taken apart, my reasoning on that point seems pretty sounds, thank you," He said, huffing at her insistence that he stand up and do as she said.

"We still need to agree to those rules," The Master said as he pushed himself to his feet and gave her a skeptical look. He didn't doubt that she would bite him again if he gave her reason, but he also wasn't willing to risk her shooting her mouth (or anything else) off and turning his girl against him. "Number one of which is ix-nay on the aradox-pay. The last thing I want is her thinking that I would do something like that to her when I wouldn't even consider it."

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notadoolally
2012-09-27 11:53 pm UTC (link)

"You didn't need anything to hold a paradox together. You wanted something that did it. Need and want. Not the same," Idris replied almost immediately in a very know-it-all way. Then she sniffed disdainfully at his mention of rules again, only to simply stare at him for a long moment when he finally gave his reason for not wanting her to speak to her sister in the first place.

"You-" She started, then stopped, trying again. "You think-" Suddenly, a loud bark of laughter burst past her lips and she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth. "Oh. Oh my," she squeaked out past her barely splayed fingers, the words muffled and garbled sounding. Snorting in amusement, she dropped her hand and shook her head. "Time Lords. Honestly! Think you know so much."

Realizing he wasn't exactly understanding what she meant, Idris sighed heavily and shook her head. "She knows you'd never do that to her. You're hers," she stated simply. "She's right there-" She reached out with both hands, poking him in the places where his hearts were, "and there-" this time she poked him in the temple, before taking a step back and peering up at him.

"And if you ever had, or did, or would consider it, she'd simply... stop." She shrugged, as if that was that, then once again peered up the street and back down. "Now come. Standing still is very boring and I wish to speak with her."

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cantyouhearit
2012-09-28 12:11 am UTC (link)

Oh. Well, he'd been worrying for nothing, then. Odd because that was usually the Doctor's job. He didn't worry about much of anything if he could help it. Not really anything beyond himself and his own interests most of the time. His expression tightened as she laughed at him, annoyance feeding into his system since it wasn't his fault that he'd made the very logical assumption that she would do what she could to try and keep her sister safe from the crazy, crazy Time Lord.

"We do know so much! We know plenty!" The Master objected with a rather intense irritation. "Just because we don't always know how some things work or assume stuff based on, well, logic doesn't mean we don't know plenty."

He might as well have stuck out his bottom lip and said, 'I am too smart,' but the effect was pretty much the same either way.

"She's back at my flat," The Master said with a resigned sigh, figuring that there really wasn't any way to get out of this now. And he'd much rather just walk himself than end up being dragged several blocks by his ear.

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