The Master (soundofwar) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2010-01-19 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | :action, cornelia li britannia, gin ichimaru, lelouch vi britannia, russell tringham, the master |
Voice | Open | Action
Apparently the ball and chain weren't enough. I'm now a literal pet. All I need is a sign outside of my room saying "please don't feed the animal. May bite". But it's not long until I can really get to know you, Marina! Oh, it'll be fun, I'm sure.
(There's a pause; this particular incarnation of the Master has never really considered it prudent to disguise his feelings or opinions, apart from with regards to very particular scenarios. In short, he sounds distinctly unimpressed, or, if you'd prefer, Really Rather Grumpy. Complete with alliteration.)
Oh, but that's not what they're for, is it? It's for protection. All of it. Isn't such experimentation a crime? One rule for one, another for--.
Criminals who feel that their dignity has been compromised are rarely the most forgiving of criminals, for the record. It's something to be kept in mind, I think. One wouldn't want anyone to be overcome with a sudden desire to reap vengeance. To return in kind such a thoughtful gift. (There's the brief sound of tapping.) Consequences! In a place like this, you just have to keep them in mind before you do anything at all! (Another brief pause.)
A pet claiming a pet of his own doesn't suddenly become Master.
(The Master was not impressed. That was putting it lightly, of course. He'd been there, done the turning into a cat thing (in a manner of speaking). He didn't really think he deserved to be going through it again -- or, if he was honest, he didn't really deserve it in the first place but it had happened and now he'd somehow grown cat ears overnight. It was hardly fair. Or funny. At least, he still felt like himself and there was, quite frankly, absolutely no chance of it being the Cheetah Virus.
According to that moron on the network, it was his doing. It was supposed to be 'cute' and a method of telling the deviant from the not-so-inclined. Regardless, it didn't matter. They were cat ears. Whether they lasted an hour, a day, a month, he still had to put up with them. And in public, at that. It would be time for breakfast, soon, and he really didn't want to be seen with cat ears, regardless of whether half of the complex had them or not. It was just so undignified.
The only relative plus was that his DNA remained his own and that the planet had nothing to do with it.)