#post rokkenjima prime verse tag

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@thenightmareofyourdrems

Thoughts  would  look  certainly  condescending  for  the  main  concerned  :  this  Child  of  Time  looked  like  an  child  in  which  expressing  aggressibly  an  imposing  whim,  in  which,  as  authoritarian  that  he  remained,  remained  indifferent  and  cold,  where  the  pain  of  a  parent  had  to  be  pronounced  differently.  Vengeance.  It  was  an  word  belonging  to  another  man,  someone  who  wasn't  that  incarnation  neither  the  one  he  had  been  once,  who  appreciated  every  layer  to  exposing  such  emotion  in  front  of  other  people  ---  within  reasons  or  not.  It  had  been  the  single  element  of  an  world  in  which  regrets  had  following  him  even  since  he  had  crossed  path,  and  blamed  his  unable  hands  to  use  an  gun,  his  inability  to  taking  drastic  measures  ad  he  had  wanted  to  believe  in  another  path  …  Oh,  within  an  landscape  in  which  he  had  forgotten,  a  long  time  ago,  he  had  been  among  them  and  breathing  that  world.

Mixture  of  indifference  and  condescendance  looked  towards  that  desperate  Time  Lord.  He  should  be  insulted  towards  the  misunderstanding  ---  but  no,  he  wasn't  the  kind  of  monsters  who  played  inside  the  court  of  revenge.  He  creating  them.  As  some  inherent  truth  he  had  wanted  to  confine  within  the  remnant  of  his  memories,  as  there  was  consciousness  there  was  another  monster  around  in  which  he  had  been  the  creator,  in  which  there  was  latent  impression  he  could  playing  with  the  Fates  within  his  own  manners.  Vengeance  was  the  easy  path.  Vengeance  was  an  too  much  expecting  and  boring  result  of  an  consequence.  Vengeance  always  have  been  favorite  meal  of  Philip  Butler,  and  at  the  current  moment,  that  sentence  coming  from  the  Master  would  look  wonderful  inclined  to  him.  Temporary  moments  of  confusion  wrapped  within  how  he  was  simply  watched  over  that  incarnation.  How  he  hadn't  realizing  how  pitiful  he  always  had  been  …  How  someday  he  will  find  manner  to  stop  eternal  sound  tourmenting  his  brain,  as  another  sound  into  his  wouldn't  never  leave.  ❝  You're  just  misunderstanding  it  for  vengeance.  ❞  He  expressed  peacefully,  almost  with  disinterest,  as  he  crossed  his  arms,  curious  about  what  that  Time  Lord  will  told  him.  He  refused  to  called  him  Master.  Master  of  what  exactly  ?  How  he  could  even  existing  in  front  of  him  when  he  thought  he  die  a  long  time  ago  ?  How  he  could  still  be  here  ?  Refusal  to  expressing  an  anchored  grief  within  his  features,  that  remaining  sadness  of  an  tragedy  his  shoulders  had  embraced  as  an  burden,  reflected  inside  impression  of  natural  detachment.  He  was  correcting  events  from  another  perspective.  He  was  searching  another  path  within  an  imposed  storyline,  in  which  he  didn't  have  to  following  every  single  line  imposed.  ❝  I  only  seek  to  repair  what  can  be  repaired.  I  only  seek  to  transform  a  tragedy  of  circumstances,  of  which  you  were  also  a  victim.  It's  about  making  things  right  no  matter  what.  ❞

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@nackros continue from here

⸻ "that's the great thing about adventures! you never know what you are facing. sometimes, you deal with some boring aspects, but you will find the exciting parts all the same! it takes time so never be discouraged. i should know, i've been traveling for eleven years." she chuckled before nodding with a smile on her face. ⸻

There  was  awareness,  how  he  had  bring  that  sentence,  an  remnant  of  confusion  could  be  present.  A  long  time  ago,  decades  ago  ---  possibility  even  to  wandering  across  immensity  of  universes  and  timelines  won't  have  even  crossed  his  mind,  as  he  had  remained,  coming  from  his  particular  fault,  desinterested  on  such  things  when  he  had  some  business  to  run.  Nevertheless,  afterwards  various  periods  coming  close  to  actual  companions  of  his  boss,  of  course,  he  would  have  appreciated  to  experencing  the  'common  path'  ---  though  without  that  coincidence  aspect  with  the  travels,  without  the  absence  of  pre-established  purpose.  Presented  as  an  MIB,  circumstances  were  simple  source  of  amusement.  Quiet  people  or  quiet  aliens,  or  even  deciding  to  be  the  source  of  gear's  influence  within  an  timeline  or  somewehre,  it  was  simply  avoiding  boredom.  He  wanted  pieces  of  an  game  to  be  amusing,  acting  as  interesting  pieces  that  can  entraining  him,  and  nothing  more  than  that.  However,  he  was  staying  behind  of  another  piece  of  share  he  could  have  experienced  …  ❝  Discouragement  doesn't  exactly  came  from  dealing  with  the  boring  aspects  of  something.  ❞  He  admitted  slowly.  ❝  It's  mostly  expecting  something  that  might  never  came.  ❞  He  wasn't  an  companion,  as  simple  and  tragic  it  remained.  He  was  the  one  taking  care  of  companions.  He  was  the  outsider  perspective  who  remained  behind,  because  someone  had  to  remain  somewhere  as  Featherine  was  deciding  to  doing  whatever  she  wanted.  ❝  I  don't  really  have  surprises  when  I'm  travelling,  unless  if  I  understand  acquaintances  are  around~  I  focus  mostly  over  the  exciting  parts ~ ❞

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@tiimecrash​ continue from here

Sola arched a brow to the Doctor. "What are you saying Theta? That I should be careful with knowing things about you?" She wasn't sure what he was getting at but had a feeling it was about all the issues the pair had went through over the many years of being associated together. "I do hope you are careful, you know. I don't want anything happening to you. I love you too much to think of something bad happening. Which I know will happen soon. I'm just not sure how soon." Was is silly of her to worry? Perhaps so, but she couldn't help it. With all his odd earthly mafia business and amongst other complicated things -- she worried constantly about him.

There was a long pause as Sola pursed her lips. She had someone else watching out for her ( well technically a few people ) in all space-time. His soon-to-be incarnation was one, that bombastic coated man of many colors. He was always worried over her, much like this one was. Then there was the complicated mess that was the Master who somehow always found her in her own travels in space-time. “Don’t worry too much about me, I’ve got friends looking out for me. I’d do the same for you -- but I feel you don’t want me with you. You’re afraid something might happen to me if I’m travelling with you. This you anyways. With all your other business endeavors.” That’s exactly what Sola thought to. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her around, he just couldn’t have her around. Funny however, as Sola was able to take care of herself.

An  little  amused  smile  betrayed  his  expression.  Even  explaining  was  complicated  !  Though,  it  was  something  he  grow  accoustumed  to  have  :  finding  most  accurate  words  to  bring  his  perspective  without  be  too  much  perceived  as  condescending  or  perceiving  his  view  as  something  truly  offensive  …  She  was  one  of  rarer  people  he  allowed  himself  to  talk.  To  actually  explain  where  they  were  standing,  the  various  dangers,  all  the  knoweldge  he  didn’t  speak  about  otherwise.  His  right-hand  arm  wasn’t  welcomed  witch  such  treatment,  when  there  was  that  persistent  consciousness  in  one  way  he  would  gain  frontal  forgiveness.  Actually,  he  was  sending  Philip  Butler  bring  his  perspective  for  him.  Depending  how  people  reacted,  he  would  have  to  considering  how  to  treat  with  them  …  when  depending  which  people  we  are  speaking  about  his  presence  would  looking  like  a  damnation.  It  always  had  been  his  motto  —  to  remaining  that  terrifying  boss  in  the  background  who  rarely  interfere  …  meanwhile  staying  an  cardboard  leader  to  offer  reassurance  to  everyone.  There  was  an  hesitation.  There  was  couple  of  things  she  didn’t  knew  yet  …  His  future  amnesia  about  her  exploded  inside  his  next  incarnation,  when  managing  to  return  back  memories  created  more  complications.  He  searched  a  mean  to  been  remember.  He  cannot  guarantee  something  fully  concrete  for  his  others  incarnations.  His  sixth  self,  his  eventual  future  incarnation  if  he  was  inclined  to  die  one  day  into  defined  circumstances,  will  be  haunted  by  the  actions  he  was  currently  did,  of  that  name  Featherine  he  didn’t  wanted  carry.  His  seventh  self  will  have  remnants  of  that,  when  he  somewhere  always  had  been  a  finality  of  him,  a  middle  between  his  two  identities,  a  incarnation  who  understood  very  well  that  chessboard  talk  …  but  wasn’t  sure  he  would  assuming  as  a  witch.  His  eight  self  was  …  tricky.

❝    There  was  some  knoweldge  about  my  eventual  future  that  can  be  horribly  painful.    ❞  He  admitted,  weighting  every  one  of  his  words.    ❝  As  much  couple  of  incarnations  who  might  be  painful  for  you  more  than  others.  Incarnations  when  I’m  a  long  time  ago  memories,  a  ghost  following  them.  Incarnations  when  I  am  an  curshing  remembrance  they  can’t  accept.    ❞  He  pondered  wiht  indifference  inside  his  voice.  His  futures  selves  were  another  possibility  of  his  existence,  a  following  path  outside  the  little  escape  he  created  for  himself.  They  were  him  …  and  they  weren’t.  Will  never  be  able  to  do  responsabilities  he  imposed  to  himself.  It  was  his  price  for  survival.  She  was  in  between,  who  asked  nothing  of  that,  who  asked  nothing  about  how  dramatic  the  future  will  turn  …  At  least,  he  could  offer  her  a  security  no  other  self  would  could  give  to  her  —  a  complete  guarantee  to  be  always  present  at  her  side.  It  was  still  strange  to  be  called  by  his  Academy  alias,  turning  somehow  nostalgia  about  that  time.  Anchored  him  about  how  he  was,  even  if  such  name  dissolved  little  by  little  …  He  wasn’t  anymore  an  peaceful  Theta  pretending  not  having  bloody  hands,  who  pushed  behind  responsabilities  of  criminal  actions  —  he  embraced  them  ;  he  embraced  his  own  darkness  ;  he  embraced  how  complex  his  nature  had  been  ;  he  embraced  a  past  betrayal  over  a  friend  …    ❝  I’ll  make  sure  nothing  can  happens  to  me.    ❞  He  bounced  back  amusingly.  Her  loving  confession  generated  an  pleasant  smile,  flattered  by  it.    ❝  I’m  caring  a  lot  about  you  too.  Concerning  bad  thing  that  will  happens  to  me  …  it’s  inexistent  as  it’s  a  could  be,  but  not  for  that  face.    ❞  If  one  day,  he  decided  to  going  into  Androzani  Minor,  it  would  be  by  choice.  It  would  be  a  willingly  choice  to  let  himself  die  and  sacrifing  himself  for  his  companion.  To  witness  the  chaos  of  that  place  and  doing  a  silly  mistake  on  their  first  arrival.  Before  losing  Peri  brutally  in  Thoros  Beta,  for  found  her  again  couple  of  decades  later.  If  one  day,  he  decided  to  give  up.  There  was  no  comments  about  the  reassurance  she  waiting  to  bring  to  him.  He  knew  there  was  a  protective  next  self  that  will  do  anything  for  not  having  Featherine  acting  as  a  horrible  witch  as  she  did.  His  future  incarnation  remained  anchored  into  denial  about  the  kind  of  man  he  had  been  turned,  about  all  the  crimes  he  committed  inside  another  life  …  when  there  was  guilt  about  another  universe  that  would  eventually  wake  up  for  never  fade  away  …  when  the  reason  who  pushed  him  to  change  dramatically  circumstances  will  be  remembered  …  without  forgotting  some  past  self  decided  to  kill  an  alternative  version  of  that  future  self  …  was  allowed  to  remain  alive  for  the  man  he  was  for  had  killed  a  logic  error  possibility  …    ❝  I’m  aware  I  can  trust  these  friends  you  mentioning.  That  I’m  not  theoretically  alone  into  that  protective  business,  though  such  protections  are  kinda  a  consequences  of  my  actions.    ❞  It  was  a  clue  left  in  the  atmosphere,  without  given  too  much  details  before  laughing  offended  by  how  she  was  experiencing  the  situation.    ❞  You  have  a  complete  security  with  me.  However,  I’m  not  exactly  travelling  in  the  same  way  I  did  before.  However,  how  circumstances  I’m  in,  could  be  emotionally  crushing  for  you.  Phil  never  mind  having  you  around,  expressing  how  much  he  disagree  with  half  of  my  decisions  and  acting  as  a  pleasant  babysister  confident  …  nevertheless  I  can’t  simply  turn  back  responsabilities  I  have.  I  can’t  force  you  to  be  comfortable  if  you  aren’t  with  such  affairs  meanwhile  I  find  compromise.  If  you  want  to  stay  around,  to  remain  with  me,  I  want  it  by  a  willing  choice.  Where  you  know  what  to  expect.  When  there  was  no  sudden  disappointment  to  come.  Time  is  infinite  for  me.  I’ll  always  be  next  to  your  side,  even  inside  moments  when  I  cannnot  be  seen.  I’ll  always  be  here.  I’m  always  here  with  you.    ❞  There  was  another  moment  of  silence.    ❝  That  other  business  endeavors  is  more  vast  as  you  can  imagine.  I’m  a  shadow  making  trembling  the  history  underground,  this  is  true.  However,  it’s  more  than  it.  Someday,  it  would  sense  to  you.  Someday,  all  these  men  in  black  coming  from  the  underground  will  resonate  differently.    ❞  There  was  some  victory  sound  coming  out  of  his  lips.

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@tiimecrash​ continue from here

“An adventure you say? Grand!  I’m always up for an adventure, you know! The question is, what kind of adventure?” the Professor had not been on an adventure or traveled with Phil without the Doctor present with her. The Time Lady was a friend of Phil and often spoke to him about the Doctor’s various other business endeavors. Phil wanting to go on an adventure with her was a bit of a shock. She would not deny him her company, having the upmost trust in the male.  A tilt of her head, she was curious to exactly what he wanted to do for an adventure. Surely the Doctor had taken Phil everywhere he wanted to go. What possible destination could she go with him? She then assumed he just wanted a change of scenery. Something away from the business of the Doctor and the being known as Featherine. She was more than glad to offer him that, as she felt she needed to go off exploring on her own. “ -- where would you like to go, Phil?”

Inside  another  strange  and  common  perspective,  he  could  be  considered  as  the  longest  companion  the  Doctor  ever  have  inside  that  fifth  incarnation  —  spending  a  few  hundred  years  with  him,  knowing  almost  every  one  of  his  companions  coming  from  that  incarnation,  the  first  in  line  to  have  observed  his  slow  evolution  …  nevertheless  it  was  an  easy  assumption.  He  played  since  always  the  doubt  about  been  ‘a  companion’,  meanwhile  in  the  background  expressed  deep  jealousy  at  being  cast  aside.  He  never  travelled  around  with  his  Doctor  inside  his  blue  box  of  adventures.  Partial  trips  involved  him  was  always  about  their  job,  when  for  avoid  temptation  of  his  anger  over  that  point,  he  had  been  flattered  with  more  powers  in  his  hands  —  technologies  able  to  travelling  as  he  wanted,  possibilities  to  settle  down  inside  various  planets,  gaining  influence  in  a  large  space  …  Regardless  how  amount  the  trust  had  been  shared  between  each  other,  he  remained  a  villain  at  the  core.  Who  honestly  didn’t  give  a  shit  about  lot  of  things.  Who  wasn’t  interested  to  been  a  helpful  hand  if  he  cannot  terrify  people  or  receive  adequate  entertainment  besides  to  didn’t  trust  around  his  boss  abilities  to  handle  circumstances.  He  was  an  outsider  perspective,  an  comforting  shoulder,  an  confessor,  an  babysister  at  the  occassion.  He  was  also  only  person  able  of  changing  his  Doctor’s  stubborn  behavior.  Temporary,  he  touched  another  existence  with  that  alternative  sixth  self,  emotionally  conflicted  about  him  —  he  desired  found  his  boss  once  more,  the  Time  Lord  who  canalized  his  violence  and  avoid  him  to  commit  disasters  for  fun  ;  he  offered  him  adventures  and  true  care  he  never  received  before.  Something  who  had  been  stolen  by  Featherine.  Something  when  he  actually  got  that  entire  revelation  of  Featherine,  afterwards  that  chessboard  in  the  19th  century  when  he  cannot  adopt  one  kid  because  timeline  bullshit  reasons  (  and  also  the  presence  of  an  certain  God  of  the  Underground  in  the  party  ).  Centuries  passed,  and  he  didn’t  forgive  him  for  any  of  these  things.  Realizing  the  shock  his  desire  offered,  he  cannot  helped  to  laugh  inside  an  charming  expression.  As  a  habit,  he  usually  keep  out  his  MIB  outfit  —  he  was  proud  to  be  the  head  of  such  organization,  when  though  Featherine  was  the  one  who  could  ordering  them  around,  she  didn’t  officially  creating  them  for  be  the  one  who  'higher  themselves’  for  having  'fun’  on  their  own  means,  understanding  wishes  of  his  boss  over  time  experiments.  Most  of  travels  he  assumed  was  about  the  business.  There  was  still  an  universe  somewhere  he  wanted  to  touch,  to  be  able  to  enter,  to  welcoming  them  with  his  influence,  but  the  Game  Master  of  such  chessboard,  regardless  how  many  centuries  could  pass,  refused  his  presence  …  meanwhile  his  interest  never  stopping  growing  harder  with  his  accomplice  Han  Solo.  Whatever  if  that  universe  was  all  broken  because  of  Featherine  interference  who  did  it  behind  his  back.    ❝  An  peaceful  one,  actually.  I’ve  kinda  received  all  troubles  ones  every  other  day.    ❞  He  answered  playfully.    ❝  Not  on  Earth,  though.  Depending  the  planet  and  the  date,  it  would  be  safe  to  get  out.  Something  I’m  sure  your  ship  will  understand.    ❞  He  noticed,  watching  around  her  TARDIS  with  bright  interest.  Maybe  an  destination  could  be  helpful  ?    ❝  I  always  have  been  intruiged  by  Apalapucia,  though  there  is  a  particular  date  to  avoid  since  it's  planned  to  make  an  observatory  to  avoid  outbreak  of  a  disease  that  will  sterilize  entire  place.  Voted  as  Number  2  in  Top  Ten  Destinations  for  the  Discerning  Space  Traveller,  always  had  been  curious  of  an  true  paradise  planet.  There  is  also  Arcadia  or  Asgard  or  Avalon.  Perhaps  one  of  these  last  three  planets  makes  most  sense.  I  feel  that  I  will  work  and  make  my  inventory  on  the  first  proposal,  since  it’s  part  of  the  list  of  things  to  do.  I  know  little  about  travel  without  work,  and  this  will  be  an  opportunity  to  chat  quietly  together.    ❞

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Sola narrowed her eyes to the Doctor. The one she recalled meeting after Professor Yana -- or the War Master had left her. She recalled something both the Doctor and the Master had mentioned to her. This Featherine character that Sola wasn't too fond of. It was complicated really and she couldn't begin to explain. Something different from what she knew. Otherworldly could explain it, yet Sola was inexperienced in knowing every possible thing.

A frown showed on the Time Lady's lips. Brows furrowing toward him. "Did you forget what I looked like? I had the same face since I left Gallifrey. How could you not know it was me?"  That was the many question she had. All but forgetting that sometimes temporal amnesia was present in regenerating ( thanks to the many many years as a human ). Though, that usually didn't last too long. He had no reason to not know Jamie Burke was Sola. The only logical answer was something outside his control made him forget her face. Forgotten her.

"Did you forget me on purpose? Because of the War?" Another pause as she listened to him speak. So he chose to not involve her or remember her. Great. Koschei at-least remembered her and kept her safe when Theta vanished and left her all this many many years. She didn’t even know he regenerated a few times before he rescued her from that dreadful end of the universe o the far future after the War Master left her unexpectedly --- and after leaving her back on earth in the 21st century to figure things out herself -- while she was still Jamie Burke. It was just all a confusion and annoying mess to her. “ -- did you know it was me when me and the Master were planning on going to Utopia when I was a human?” She didn’t understand it either. Was it all a ploy to protect her well being? If it was, it was a strange plan of action he decided to take, knowing it was going to cause this outcome at some point in time. He had to have known she’d be confused and rightful upset with him. The question she wanted to know of him was -- was it worth it?

Her  perceivable  confusion  over  everything  he  had  been  saying  was  understandable  …  Their  temporary  met  at  the  end  of  the  universe,  feeling  inside  an  responsability  sense  to  bring  her  in  safety  at  the  realization  there  had  been  another  Time  Lord  all  along  …  when  that  strange  and  terrible  year  had  left  him  emotional  tracks.  He  could  have,  if  he  had  dared  to  remember,  to  stop  even  the  Master  to  managing  to  rule  the  Earth.  Memories  were  altered  from  there  —  somewhere,  he  thought  the  Master  was  gone,  than  he  lost  the  last  person  of  his  kind  into  these  current  circumstances  …  as  also,  somewhere,  he  simply  didn’t  remember.  He  didn’t  remember  what  happened  exactly  when  that  paradox  had  been  dissolved  …  meanwhile,  without  his  knowing,  another  paradox  always  had  been  in  motion  …  One  day,  he  would  probably  laugh  about  it.  The  Master  created  one  of  most  perfect  closed  room,  brought  the  entire  Earth  inside  a  bubble,  sending  to  himself  his  death  sentence  by  giving  opportunities  to  witches  realm  to  sit  down  over  his  chessboard  …  when  he  had  been  willingly  left  behind  as  a  piece  inside  of  it  for  test  a  preview  of  future  emotional  struggles.  When  the  companion  of  that  time  decided  to  leave,  an  anchored  tiredness  of  lost  had  begun  to  show  …  when  in  some  way,  the  companion  after  her  managed  to  bright  his  travels  …  From  his  current  perspective,  it  had  been  couple  of  years  he  even  allowing  himself  to  communicate  with  someone  else.  During  twelve  years,  he  had  been  remaining  behind,  an  empty  observer  unable  to  going  back  inside  his  TARDIS,  haunted  inside  an  appartement,  emotionally  tourmented  by  remembrances  of  tragedy  he  saw,  waiting  eventually  to  do  another  difference  …  waiting  inside  hope  hanging  around  the  last  Ushiromiya.  He  did  it  to  himself.  His  desire  to  knowing  what  exactly  happened  in  October  1986  in  Rokkenjima  transformed  into  an  gambling  with  time  —  searching  to  eventually  give  a  happy  ending  for  have  met  one  of  members  of  the  family  sooner,  to  had  perceiving  with  his  two  eyes  the  disappearance  of  Battler  Ushiromiya  from  the  family  …  for  achieve  where  he  didn’t  manage  back  when  he  had  been  falling  inside  the  Primavera’s  Family  …  where  he  couldn’t  save  Philip  Butler  from  Gabriel  Kaburaya  and  had  been  haunted  of  his  inability  to  integrate,  to  be  able  to  do  something,  to  be  able  to  realize  the  primary  reason  why  he  had  chosen  his  title.  If  he  had  been  more  ressourceful,  he  could  have  saved  them  !  He  could  have  done  something  !  However,  in  both  cases,  an  discomfort  reached  his  features,  as  he  cannot  look  himself  into  a  mirror.  During  couple  of  years,  he  had  been  living  around  the  Primavera’s  Family,  wishing  for  the  best,  even  he  couldn’t  be  part  of  that  criminal  underground.  Even  if  he  had  wanted  bring  a  good  influence  over  Philip  Butler  curious  about  such  ‘visitor’  long  before  circumstances  were  out  of  control  :  he  was  inside  a  world  he  never  had  been  before,  and  discovered  behind  of  scenes  of  an  organization  wanting  saving  their  population.  He  try  best  he  could  to  be  present  around  the  Ushiromiya  family.  If  their  personal  problems  were  settled  down,  maybe  the  tragedy  won’t  have  to  happens.  Sadly,  he  couldn’t  convince  a  six  year  old  for  last  time  he  saw  him  to  not  renounce  to  a  choice  coming  from  his  family.  Sadly,  he  would  have  to  remain  discrete  and  quiet  over  the  truth  about  Kinzo  Ushiromiya.  Sadly,  he  had  no  possible  way  to  knowing  how  much  his  words  would  impact  someone  …  He  knew  from  the  beginning  how  inevitable  the  tragedy  was  supposed  to  be,  when  he  treated  it  as  unfair,  regardless  how  many  foreknoweldge  he  had.  He  knew  how  fixed  point  it  was,  considering  the  various  theories  he  came  to  read  in  a  far  away  future,  but  wished  to  bring  a  difference  so  badly  …  Sometimes,  his  mind  remembered  too  much.  Sometimes,  memories  were  so  much  blurred  he  only  remembered  the  sound  of  the  rain  and  a  clock  on  that  day.  He  was  a  survivor  who  couldn't  expose  the  truth.

Watching  over  Sola,  when  the  weighting  guilt  betrayed  every  layer  of  his  face  and  generated  even  more  sadness  inside  his  brown  eyes,  his  words  resonated  melancholically.  The  Featherine  of  the  past  achieved  everything  he  didn’t  managed  in  the  future.  Meanwhile  he  was  protecting  a  truth  perceived  with  his  two  eyes,  she  was  protecting  into  higher  spheres  another  side  of  threater.  She  saved  Philip  Butler  —  though,  a  alternative  one,  even  if  he  was  existing  inside  their  timeline  —  and  managed  to  be  part  of  the  criminal  underground  …  If  he  had  remember  sooner  …  If  he  had  remember  he  tragically  did  it  before  a  long  time  ago  …    ❝  I  forget  everything  about  you.  Everything.  No  memories.  No  sentiment  of  deja  vu.  Nothing.  I  didn’t  recognize  you.  I  —  I  can’t  even  forgive  myself  for  it,  even  though,  it’s  not  exactly  my  fault.  Because  of  these  memories  gone,  I  couldn’t  —    ❞  Hatred  over  his  past  self  resonated.  Regardless  about  be  loudly  aggressive  towards  that  past  who  knew  already,  the  Featherine  of  the  past  had  been  searching  to  reassure  him.  To  invit  him  to  learning  something  of  these  dramatic  experience  he  witnessed,  even  inside  a  world  when  he  lost  all  his  previous  achievements.  How  he  was  supposed  to  find  the  guts  to  involving  himself  into  dangerous  affairs  simply  for  repeat  the  past,  when  watching  them  hurt  his  two  hearts  too  badly  ?  How  he  was  supposed  to  live  with  the  tragedy  on  Rokkenjima  inside  his  head,  and  to  never  be  allowed  to  protect  them  in  the  way  he  desired  ?  ❝    It  wasn’t  on  purpose.    ❞  That  sentence  echoed  angrily.  ❝  Back  when  we  knew  each  other  long  before  the  war,  I  had  still  remnants  of  what  we  had  live  together  before  that.  However,  nothing  of  that  name  had  been  explicit.  Though,  travels  of  such  times  recalled  moments  I  had  been  before.  Another  dimension  altogether.  Another  rules  inside  another  dimensions.  Ancient  identity  echoing  inside  of  me,  inside  a  strange  recollection.  Facing  time  loops.  Murders  inside  a  manor.  Nevertheless,  as  much  I  could  have  try  to  understand  such  signals,  to  feeling  familiarity  on  it,  I  didn’t  remember  !    ❞  It  hadn’t  yet  happened  as  it  had  already  happened,  possibly  one  of  most  greatest  paradox  he  created  in  the  past.  He  was  just  a  pawn  inside  a  game,  a  nice  possibility.  'Featherine’  could  revive  by  facing  same  traumas  who  created  her  in  the  first  place.  'Featherine’  could  revive  if  she  watched  back  the  story  of  the  Golden  Witch  and  remember  her  guilt.  'Featherine’  could  revive  if  failures  had  been  enough  there  was  a  need  to  becoming  a  witch  …  Short  frustration  born  inside  her  misunderstood  about  last  sentence.  Ah,  the  Time  War.  He  get  wonderful  recollections  about  that  when  the  explosion  was  triggered  …  exactly  what  he  did  towards  his  own  race  …  exactly  his  last  gesture  inside  that  War  who  destroyed  all  time  and  space  before  running  away,  conscious  nothing  would  tame  that  crime  …  He  shook  his  head.    ❝  I  thought  the  Master  gone  and  dead  as  far  I  know.  I  didn’t  even  know  he  survived  the  War.  Find  him  here  was  a  surprise,  found  him  back  again  into  circumstances  you  know  was  a  surprise  again.  I  didn’t  recognize  you.  It’s  was  really  …  another  one  of  my  travels  …  falling  helpless  in  face  of  circumstances.  I’m  inexcusable  for  having  abandoned  you  all  this  time.    ❞

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@doctorofhope

Oh, the Doctor better never experiencing that from him ---- especially since he was a wonderful Master as plaything in which, because of course it sounded obligatory, he would have to showing to the Doctor that level of threatening was very different of the Master, in which she would have considering manners of that old enemy very nicer to handle. Coulson already perceived a slight fragment of presented danger he was representing under his order to dealing with a villain organization by himself for not be the one with bloody hands. An CIA mole would also remaining emotionally tormented by his methods, concerning one tiny thing really, the simple following order regardless of values difference, there was one accord in which he would have to refuse, even if he wanted to accept it. Maybe that incarnation hadn’t wanted saw beyond the appearances, after all, presenting themselves for who they are within the urban legend they are wasn’t part of the job description. Maybe she wanted to believe he was just a random villain as she crossed many times, who simply had hobby to observe everything.

He had Everett Ross for that. Nice fellow who had been attracted by how his ambitions could be heard, and well, all things were coming from a price, even if he already knew he was compromising himself with some dirty business, since he was pulling an vagueness concerning the Phil he was (since it’s was an occasion to using his resemblance of Coulson for making him believe it’s was indeed him handling that additional appointments) … who eventually had been wrapped by all the pressure to be expected to have MIB as superiors. Even Coulson not wanting an alternative villain of himself doing uncontrollable business under his watch had to play carefully that game with him. So what the dreadful Doctor had card against him, mh ? If he wanted to be nasty, he could assassinating her with all terrible truths about herself she wanted not to remember, and oh, spoiling in worst way possible how her storyline will carry on. Though, such gentleness treatments were coming from Featherine’s orders, for craving violence.

❝ Nooooo, you don’t seems scared at all~~ ❞ He mocked beautifully. ❝ Once more, I will insisting over how lucky you are~ How pleasantly within a good side you are with me~ How happy you can be I have other toys in which I can play to scare them, when I can be certain, every time I will touch delicate parts, they would beg me~ ❞ He confessed amusingly. ❝ Do not give me a reason to have to scare you. It would be so damaging for our relationship. It would be so much damaging for all the help I can offer. ❞ Afterwards that sentence, he returned inside more seriousness, as mocking features remained. ❝ You shall revise your history concerning some certain group of people monitoring aliens. Just in case for know kind of treatment you are spared of~ ❞ Another laugh. ❝ After all, if I even heard the sound of an complain coming from Coulson about rules he is bonded to, I’m afraid I will have to do more than offer an nice partnership between each other, between ourselves~ ❞ Amusement increased further during one second, failing down inside mockery. ❝ It’s kind of threat I am proposing. You’ve heard about the omerta. You must already know what could happen if such important thing end up break. By the way, that why I have to introducing myself to you directly. Coulson is forbidden ever to talk about me with someone else. Never for complain. Never for request help because oh, the pressure is too high on his shoulders. I’ll still laughing about how he is experiencing exactly what he do. ❞

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@ofsdecay continue from here

Maybe I was expecting someone else?

Who were you expecting, the younger (incarnation) body snatcher? The Rani? The Monk? Be thankful with this incarnation of the MASTER that you’ve obtained, my dear, and that this one is more forgiving of such offensives towards him.

A hum of ACKNOWLEDGMENT escaped his lips, making his way towards the other. He gives the other a taunting tap on his nose before giving him a response. ❛ Absolutely not, my dear. You’ve got the right person. ❜

Keeping  under  control  circumstances  had  becoming  one  of  his  flaws.  Alone,  he  could  allowing  himself  an  few  margin  of  unexpected  within  his  travels  ---  ended  up  meddling  when  there  was  nothing  planned,  eventually  accidentally  realizing  it  was  somewhere  one  of  his  futures  incarnations  will  explore  …  or  simply  found  usual  troubles  within  bad  timing.  Within  reason,  these  events  turned  him  nostalgic  of  an  period  when  he  was  innocent,  when  he  had  so  many  companions  to  handle  at  the  same  time,  and  everything  was  deeply  eventful.  Now  ?  If  Peri  was  with  him,  there  was  an  high  chance  she  gained  actual  long-term  holidays  somewhere,  when  when  she  missed  the  action,  they  actually  interfered  somewhere.  With  Phil  ---  there  was  always  something  to  do,  somewhere  to  go  …  when  he  was  staying  the  behind  most  brutal  person  not  to  cross.  Hence,  as  there  had  been  amusement  within  his  sentence,  he  watched  the  future  other  body  stealing  of  the  Master  (incarnation  was  also  accurate,  but  well  …  he  preferred  that  consideration  )  as  he  remained  within  that  presented  blindness.  There  was  no  alias,  no  faking  circumstances,  no  trap  around  him.  Still,  nevertheless,  his  old  friend  needed  to  keep  a  nice  memory  of  his  incarnation  after  all.  Though,  he  wasn't  looking  that  much  innocent  anymore.  ❝  Oh,  did  you  miss  me  that  much  ?  ❞  He  expressed  as  he  had  frozen  in  front  of  the  sudden  affectionate  gesture.  From  his  perspective  …  how  many  years  and  months  he  had  passed  within  seeing  him  ?  How  many  hundreds  of  years  passed  since  his  last  encouter  with  his  timeline  Master  ?  It  had  been  something  he  hadn't  preferred  not  counting.  Eternity  was  supposed  to  be  eternal.  ❝  A  particular  need  to  appreciate  different  local  tastes  ?  I  don't  remember  making  an  appointment  but  I'm  not  going  to  refuse  an  conversation.  Maybe  I'll  be  surprised  of  what  I've  heard.  ❞  Seeing  as  he  was  boss  of  an  absolutely  unfriendly  underground  aided  by  a  high-level  criminal,  he  must  give  impression  of  a  positive  side  to  his  words,  since  he  was  genuinely  interested  of  that  sudden  reunion.  To  him,  he  was  just  a  previous  incarnation,  a  memory.  For  his  part,  he  was  a  good  subject  of  entertainment.  ❝  Do  you  need  help  from  a  Doctor  ?  ❞

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Regrettably, he was curious concerning the meaning of that sentence. Did she was referencing current circumstances? Did she was speaking concerning his alternative self by any chance (in which, assuredly, he will making sure, at some point, his other self taking care of his own script by himself within the same position of power) ? On that second thought, he already passed his Underground trial --- didn’t even needed to be ‘resurrected’ on anything since another incarnation of her did the wonderful job to saving his life where he should have lose it. Something he was reaching to making him understood the other concerned self over the implying parallel between them, where he knew in what kind of path it would lead him. Or she could reference him, in which he would be deeply amused by the misunderstanding. How with the Doctor, something could get wrong, when he had dealing with them for an couple of centuries and have been used to all kind of surprising circumstances along the way? ❝ Always so dramatic~ ❞ He answered at first with playfulness, as he didn’t hide that familiarity. Didn’t hide that time around he was accustomed what to expecting when they were concerned. ❝ It is an reference of me or concerning circumstances ? I can assure you it will be fine in both cases. ❞ Punishing the big villains was his main hobby, when for once he could be as sadistic he wanted to be, when his interference on poor bad guys would regretting their mistake --- mostly by using all their crimes for pulling the most horrible atrocities for create an mystery. Something in which he had been forced to be tamed down by force, where he couldn’t do it without his boss giving him an explicit permission. He wouldn’t be a problem to the Doctor, regardless of what she could think of him and how villainous he was.  ❝ You know, eventually, you come become bored of tragedy … you just making sure, if they had to happens, some interesting entrainment had to be pulled for funny consequences~ ❞ Resentment betrayed once more his tone, as remembrance was made towards the chessboard concerning the kid, and what happened to Rokkenjima --- where he interfered in an manner consequences will coming up higher as they should be, as inevitable it remained. As inevitable mostly Featherine decided this was going to be. ❝ When they can’t be cancelled. ❞