ames hargreaves ∞ the master (usemyname) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-03-29 22:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ames hargreaves, robert kingsley |
Who. Ames Hargreaves, Robert Kingsley, & Reggie Thomas.
What. Oh, you know, what's a fair bit of torturous bonding between friends?
Where. Robert's castle in Albion.
When. Backdated to Sunday evening.
Warnings. Language, blood, violence, quirky one-liners, excessive use of torture, etc. It's Robert and Ames. Do you really expect anything sane and g-rated?
If Ames couldn't stand one thing, it was complacency.
This was The Doctor's problem, not just in his past life, but his current life, too. He was so caught up in things turning out so completely and utterly right this time round, that he never even noticed the storm brewing just under his nose. How very typical. When Ames noticed this, of course — which, it earnestly didn't take very long (it never did in The Master's case) — he realized just how urgently it needed remedying. The dead rose? That was a child's doing compared to the things Ames held in mind. With so many new companions flooding in so suddenly, the ideas were practically teeming from his head in an ever-flowing fount of all things wrong. And yet, they were all so dreadfully naive that if regenerating hadn't cost Amelia whatever minuscule ounce of sanity she'd kept in her head, Ames may have felt sorry for them somehow. Now, they only brought it upon themselves. They wanted to run with The Doctor, and they would deal with whatever consequences aimed for their general direction. That's how it always was, that's how it always would be.
He didn't know why it was he chose Reggie. Perhaps it was because Ames possessed a strangely immense dislike for ginger children. The reasoning didn't matter. The Master never followed a pattern, or a code of some sort. There was no method to the madness, no matter how often The Doctor wished to believe otherwise. The Master simply did. Ames and he were the same in this respect — in nearly every respect now. Reggie was unsuspecting, still falling for the same charms Ames used on both he and Stella long ago, with the use of his TARDIS. So predictable. They all got to be such after a period of time. It took one little sip of the wrong drink and Reggie was too far gone to notice anything at all. Their afternoon luncheon ended quicker than the boy anticipated, but to Ames, this was only right on schedule.
But this had to be savored by someone else — someone who could truly appreciate what it meant to see someone suffer. Robert Kingsley was the first person to crop into his thoughts. The Master was incredibly fond of Robert, as was Ames, and to them, there was no one better suited for the job. After the two discussed the topic briefly, Robert invited Ames and his guest to visit his castle. And visit was precisely what they did. The Master's TARDIS materialized within the castle itself and Ames stepped out with Reggie's body thrown limply over his shoulder. "Honey," he called out as he locked the TARDIS. Reggie swung in his grip and Ames readjusted his hold. He slipped the key down into his trouser pocket and turned again, Reggie's head hitting the base of the floor with a loud thud. "I'm home! I do hope you've put the kettle on. We have guests!"