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It's been a while since the Master was last in the Nexus. What can he say, he's a busy man; there are better things to do something than hang about here putting up with everybody's sad little curiosities. Now, though, well, he finds himself in need of a bit of a break. The Master loves running into the Doctor during the course of his business about the universe- what he does not love is running into fanboys who've had cosmetic surgery to make themselves look like the Doctor, and who rant at him with painful, disturbingly well-informed earnestness about the complexities of his so-called relationship with the Doctor. That, he does not love in the slightest.
Of course, he'd killed the man. It would almost have been satisfying, seeing that long, pinstriped body bent in several ways it was never meant to bend, if the man hadn't been quite so obviously a fake. You can nail the accent, speech patterns, modes of belief, sure, but really, nobody else quite measures up, do they?
So he's in need of a little stress relief right now. Not that you'd think it to look at him, lounging on one of the couches, all the lines of his suit crisp and neat, his expression sitting somewhere in between bored and considering. Maybe with a splash of amusement thrown in there for good measure. Drumming his fingers against his lower lip, he looks up at the Nexus at large.
'Talk to me, people. Forgiveness- any thoughts?'
Okay, well, the Doctor's on his mind, alright? Don't even think about making some smart remark.
Of course, he'd killed the man. It would almost have been satisfying, seeing that long, pinstriped body bent in several ways it was never meant to bend, if the man hadn't been quite so obviously a fake. You can nail the accent, speech patterns, modes of belief, sure, but really, nobody else quite measures up, do they?
So he's in need of a little stress relief right now. Not that you'd think it to look at him, lounging on one of the couches, all the lines of his suit crisp and neat, his expression sitting somewhere in between bored and considering. Maybe with a splash of amusement thrown in there for good measure. Drumming his fingers against his lower lip, he looks up at the Nexus at large.
'Talk to me, people. Forgiveness- any thoughts?'
Okay, well, the Doctor's on his mind, alright? Don't even think about making some smart remark.