#⸻ . ☽ ❛ MASTER. ❜ 〉ainley.

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Look at him. Do you accept this master in your life?

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❝ And time cannot heal these wounds, my friend. Not again. ❞

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I hand a single master to you. What do you do?

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❝ CHILD OF BRIGADIER? ❞ Surprised tone is laced within his response, hiding the the small (sinister) smile that dares be placed upon his features in her direction. MERELY AN EDUCATED GUESS on his end, if it weren’t for the soldiers that were en tow at her disposal against him. SHE REEKS of her father’s mannerisms amongst other qualities that seem to follow their lineage through their years to come. Like father like daughter, humans would say among themselves.

❝ My, my. What a surprise. ❞ And a delicious one at that. Feline like gaze rakes over her features, taking her appearance in before letting out a displeased hum her way. They’re all the same to him and he’s yet to forgiven the original for the audacity of that action against him. Sharpened digits clasp themselves behind his back before giving the other a response once more. ❝ To whom do I owe the pleasure of this unannounced accompany? Surely, old brigadier has given you name? Hm? ❞

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❝ MY DEAR DOCTOR. ❞ RUMBLE OF A PLEASED HUM escapes his lips in acknowledgment, raking his gaze over the other like a PREDATOR watching his PREY at mealtime. What an expected, yet welcoming surprise at that — old friends coming together once again, thwarting plans in an endless cycle as if it was embedded into their very existence alone (the music keeps changing, but the dancers stay the same). It’s almost comforting within it’s sickening ways, knowing the other will follow suite to stop him. They’ll never stop this cycle.

DIGITS ENTWIN WITH ONE ANOTHER, hiding the predatory smile that’s plastered on his lips before a pointed look is given in their direction. Don’t look too close or he’ll bite, Doctor. ❝ Come to stop me once more, my dear? ❞ Obvious question is given their way, trap set in place for the other to fall in and answer their way. They know you have to have a say in everything up until the end, but who doesn’t love to invoke one another? ❝ I’d like to see you TRY. ❞

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@soulxremains: ❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜ from River Song

❝ KILL YOU? ❞ (FALSE) QUESTIONING TONE with playful undertones are laced within his response, allowing an amused look to be given in her direction. Oh, you (pathetic) human child, he’s not gonna kill you. He has no need for such at this hour — No, he’s going to NEED you. There’s something about you that a sharpened digit cannot be put upon at this very moment. Something that can be used to his advantage against THE DOCTOR. Sharpened digits are offered in her direction, letting a (sinister) smile be placed upon his lips. ❝ You’ve got it all wrong, my dear. You’ve misheard — I was merely seeking an ALLIANCE between us. ❞

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❝ Too personally? ❞ ROLLS OFF HIS TONGUE like a purr, letting his eyes roll towards the other before allowing sharpened digits clasp one another to hide the smile that dared form upon his lips. ❝ Your age is definitely catching up to you, my dear. How much time has gone between us? ❞ He knows the answer by now, but would the other take the bait in the form of a question? Surely not, but one must do so towards their doctor. Eyes glint of mischief at the their question. ❝ Lost count, my old friend. Perhaps, it’s not enough? ❞

❛     ✩   ----- i wouldn't take it too personally , my friend . i have the strangest tendency to forget what i've had for breakfast , ❜ coincidentally , it's almost never anything at all ! eyes betray the smile that never leaves , cautious tone betrays the humourless tease , ❛     ✩   ----- which time does that make it , then , dear . ❜

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❝ Oh my dear doctor, have you forgotten in your old age already? ❞ LIGHT QUESTIONING could be heard in his tone, raising a single eyebrow their way. How long has it been for the other at this moment? Do they not remember their actions in previous incarnations? Let it not be so. A SIGH escapes his lips. ❝ You’ve left me to die, old friend. ❞

❛     ✩   ----- oh come on now , what's all this talk of not again ? did i do something wrong this time - or rather , what didn't i do this time either , old friend , ❜

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WICKED CHUCKLES escape borrowed lips in response, tilting his head up with an amused look on his features following suit. HE HAS CAPTURED HER ATTENTION similar to that of earth’s feline with a canary behind its sharpened canines, wicked intentions are hidden from their sights as he plans internally. Keep the spawn talking long enough to make his next move. ❝ Maybe, maybe not. At least my parents knew what was best for me — how about yours? ❞ IT’S A LIE AND THEY KNOW IT, but if it’s sharp enough to strike a nerve against the other — then let it be. Would the Brigadier love their child enough to follow in his footsteps?

❝ If you insist, my dear. ❞ POSITION IS STILLED in their view, holding digits tightly amongst one another in her direction. TRAP IS SET IN PLACE, but would she take the bait and allow his next move to go forward? Make your move in this game, child of brigadier. ❝ Have we not done this before with UNIT? I know what must be done, Kate Stewart. ❞

❝Well, isn't that the pot calling the kettle? I'm not sure about parents, our records vary wildly on that front, but I'm certain The Master wasn't the name you were born with... or else that's a very high expectation to live up to. ❞ A cool glint in her eyes, staring back with every bit as much displeasure as her arrival had provided him with. There was something unnerving about this incarnation. Well, the Master was always unnerving. But this one? Couldn't put her finger on it. Made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up just looking at him. Wasn't just the mention of Dad either.

❝ Kate Stewart, Chief Scientific Officer, Unified intelligence Task-force. Try to stay still, our operatives get a little uneasy around you and we wouldn't want any nasty accidents, would we? ❞  Science leads. Yes. Except in the case of three exceptions. Daleks, Cybermen, and the Master. Then it was very much a case of shoot first, ask questions later.