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Have a Master, nexus! This is not the Master many of you may be familiar with, with the manic grin and the bouncy sadistic streak. This particular Master is a far younger one; only in his 500th year or so. He's dark and saturnine, with an aquiline nose, deep, penetrating eyes, his immaculate hair and goatee streaked with silver. He's dressed with similar perfection, a black suit with a Nehru collar and black leather gloves on his hands. Though he's physically quite short, he exudes the air of a man it would be well to listen to, an easy assumption of power over everything around him, and he regards the nexus with idle curiosity, one eyebrow lifted in an expression one imagines could convey positive worlds of emotion.
Well now, this is something different. The Master's come across multiversal nexuses before, but never one devoted to a particular purpose, as this one seems to be. Ah well. He is nothing, after all, if not a pragmatist, and he does indeed have a question.
Politely, he clears his throat, looking around himself expectantly. 'I'm... in the market, you might say, at the moment, for a neutrino suppressor. I don't suppose there's anyone here who might be able to assist me, hmm?'
Well now, this is something different. The Master's come across multiversal nexuses before, but never one devoted to a particular purpose, as this one seems to be. Ah well. He is nothing, after all, if not a pragmatist, and he does indeed have a question.
Politely, he clears his throat, looking around himself expectantly. 'I'm... in the market, you might say, at the moment, for a neutrino suppressor. I don't suppose there's anyone here who might be able to assist me, hmm?'