Log: The Master and Donna Noble (the Verse Without a Name)
OOC: Log with starletfallen. About two to three weeks after this. The Master is a bastard, but other than that, no warnings.
Donna> *is baking biscuits, dammit. Because she has so little else to do. Bastard.*
Master> *has been -- out. Doing something. Something Mysterious and Evil, I'm sure. Or maybe he was just feeding the ducks. I have no idea.* *from the kitchen doorway* I'm ho-ome! Did you miss me?
Donna> No, but now I miss you being gone.
Master> Oh, Donna. You're still learning to appreciate me. I understand. *coming up behind her and looking over her shoulder* Ooh, what is that?
Donna> Biscuits. You may not have any.
Master> *pouts* Now, is that fair? I share everything I have with you.
Donna> *looks over her shoulder to glare at him* I never asked you to, did I?
Master> All the more reason to be thankful. *oh, he's just asking to get hit, isn't he?*
Donna> You'll get a smack off me if you don't stop that.
Master> Oh, Donna, I thought you'd learned better than that.
Donna> Can't teach an old dog new tricks and so forth.
Master> Perhaps, but you, my dear, are still so very new.
Donna> I'm not sure if that's a compliment or just... stating fact.
Master> Can't it be both?
Donna> I'm sure some people could do that. I don't quite believe it from you.
Master> I'm awfully sorry to hear that.
Donna> *eyeroll* I'm sure you are.
Master> How can I change your mind? *smiles winningly*
Donna> I doubt you can. *biscuits in the oven, turns, and crosses her arms* What are you doing?
Master> I'm... standing. *raises eyebrow* What do you mean?
Donna> You're being... friendly and trying to... I don't know.
Master> I'm simply trying to make this living arrangement as pleasant as possible for us both.
Donna> Yeah, well, ain't happening.
Master> Only because you're being stubborn about it.
Donna> Right.
Master> *rolls eyes* Can't you be reasonable?
Donna> With you? No.
Master> I've been perfectly nice to you.
Donna> After kidnapping me and forcing me to regenerate.
Master> I didn't force you to regenerate, your body did that on it's own.
Donna> Yeah, well, I wouldn't have HAD to if you'd left well enough alone.
Master> You would never have been able to if I had left you alone.
Donna> That's the point.
Master> You'd rather be human? *sneers*
Donna> I'd rather not be stuck with YOU.
Master> I think we've had this conversation quite enough for one week.
Donna> One LIFETIME, maybe.
Master> We could always move you on to the next, in that case. *it's so smooth you could almost miss the threat in it*
Donna> Oh, wouldn't you just LOVE that. *actually... kind of almost did. then blanches a bit*
Master> I think perhaps I would. *reaches out and brushes her temple with his fingertips, a silent reminder of just what he'll do if she gets too out of line*
Donna> *stiffens a bit, and tries... not to freak out* *softly* No. Please.
Master> *calmly* All I'm asking is that you meet me halfway, Donna. I've been good to you. It wouldn't hurt you to play nice.
Donna> It's a bit difficult to manage.
Master> You haven't been trying very hard, now, have you? *smiles*
Donna> *grumble* No.
Master> I think if you just put in the effort, you'll find it's rather easy.
Donna> *deeeeeeeep breath* Right. Okay. Fine.
Master> *beams and pats her cheek* That's my girl.
Donna> *glower* don't call me your 'girl'. I'm not.
Master> If you say so, pet.
Donna> *a;klds;ghsdf* No.
Master> *eyebrow raise* No?
Donna> Not your girl. Not your pet. Not your... anything.
Master> *chuckles* Your denial is almost charming. That's alright. You'll get used to it soon enough.
Donna> *fa;dksfj* Stop that.
Master> Stop what?
Donna> *flustered now, yes* Just... the patronising... *flails* You're a bloody bastard.
Master> Ah-ah-ah, didn't we just agree to be nice?
Donna> *grits her teeth, clenches her fists, breathes deep, and fights against the rising drums calling for violence and death* Right. Nice.
Master> *suddenly curious* Are they very bad for you?
Donna> *sneers a bit, very reminiscent of him* Only when you're here.
Master> *leans back against the counter, tapping on the surface thoughtfully* *rolls his eyes* Well, of course they're worse when I'm here, you're never around anyone else.
Donna> No, it's because you're an insufferable arse. *smiiiiile*
Master> If that's the case, they should go wild around you.
Donna> *snorts a little*
Donna> Then why do you keep me around?
Master> *picture of innocence* What other choice do I have? You're too dangerous to let out alone.
Donna> And whose fault is THAT?
Master> Well, I prefer to think of it as an unlucky side effect.
Donna> I think I rather hate you.
Master> *pleasantly* It's not too late for me to fix that for you.
Donna> *just as pleasantly* Oh, no, I think I rather like it. Keeps me going.
Master> I'm sure we could find an even better reason for you. *like being his willing pet, maybe?*
Donna> No thank you.
Master> Suit yourself.
Donna> *God, they're beating, they're beating LOUD, and she shoves him suddenly, grabbing his shirt* Take. Them. Away.
Master> *and he just grins, and there is nothing sane about it, at all* They're terrible, aren't they?
Donna> Horrific. *gets in his face* Take them. Away.
Master> No.
Donna> *break him hurt him kill kill death give us death give us death... Donna squeezes her eyes shut and tries to let go of him. She can't quite* Shut up. Shut UP.
Master> Shhh... Oh, pet. *and it won't shut them up entirely, but he will enter her mind -- it's pretty much impossible for her to keep him out entirely, thanks to his poking around in there -- and sort of... well, muffle them. Push them down, I guess.*
Donna> *rests her forehead against his shoulder, breathing a little raggedly*
Master> *soothing tone* It gets easier to control them. *runs his fingers through her hair, comfortingly*
Donna> *softly* You're a bastard. *but it's quieter when he's touching her and she's... kind of uncertain she could move right now.*
Master> Yes. But I'm also the only one who can help you.
Donna> *shaky laugh* I know. Bloody well makes it worse.
Master> It doesn't have to be difficult, Donna. It can be good.
Donna> You're a sadistic bastard who doesn't care who gets hurt as long as you get your way. How could it be GOOD?
Master> Think about it. You and I, we're more. The last members of a powerful race of beings. The world should bow to us.
Donna> I don't want anyone bowin' to me. *pause* There's the Doctor, too.
Master> *shrugs* He doesn't understand what being a Time Lord really means, he never has. You -- you still haven't learned. Give it time. You'll see, eventually. The best always do.
Donna> *snorts* The best.
Master> Yes. The smart ones. You could be one of the best. *with amusement* If you don't let your hatred of me get in your way.
Donna> What's the point in bein' one of the best when there's only three of us to be one of the best OF?
Master> You're thinking small. There's a whole universe out there, after all.
Donna> *tight smile* Yeah, I suppose.
Master> It's been a long day for you, my dear, and I think you've learned a great lesson. You deserve a reward. Do you want to go somewhere?
Donna> *'home', she doesn't say, but she's thinking it* Yeah, sure. Why not?
Master> *he can hear it -- he hasn't left her mind quite yet -- but he doesn't comment* Where would you like to go? Mind you, we're limited to this city. For now.
Donna> Anywhere, honestly. Just out.
Master> Alright then. We'll wait until your baking is done and then we'll go.
Donna> *looks at her watch* Only about five minutes. Doesn't take long to bake biscuits.
Master> *so, then! Out it is. Walking, since the Master doesn't have a car, apparently.* Any idea where you want to go yet?
Donna> *shrugs* Dunno. It's just nice to get out, honestly.
Master> Then we'll just walk for a while. It's a lovely night for it.
Donna> *just sticks her hands in her coat pockets and enjoys the fresh air. GOD, it's good to be out* *long silence* I don't understand you.
Master> *tilts his head to look at her* What don't you understand?
Donna> Just... why you did it. Why you're keeping me here... everything, really.
Master> You were a mystery. I figured it out. As to why I'm keeping you here -- I told you. You're not safe without supervision. Not until you learn.
Donna> Until I learn what?
Master> Among other things, control.
Donna> So, what, now you're MENTORING me?
Master> You could look at it that way, I suppose. Gallifreyan children go through a century of training before they're put into the world as proper Time Lords, Donna. Someone needs to teach you, and there's no Academy to do it.
Donna> I suppose. *stretches* But isn't a lot of that training... I dunno, science and technology and history and culture and stuff? That stuff's not important enough to require training or anything. Not for me, anyway.
Master> There's also discipline. Psychic training. Simply learning to handle feeling the flow of time, which is especially important for you, even if you won't be jumping around in it quite yet. I can't keep that down forever, you'll have to handle it yourself eventually.
Donna> *frowns a little* Yeah, I guess. *pause* Wait, you've been holding it down?
Master> Of course I have. You're still too human.
Donna> *makes a face at him* Oi, watch it. Bet I could handle it just fine, thank YOU. *after all, how bad could it be, really?*
Master> *stops still in his tracks -- luckily they're on a rather deserted street* Do you? Fine, then. *and look, sudden removal of all barriers and presence of him from her mind!*
Donna> *and she's fine, for a moment. And then suddenly it all comes rushing at her, through her, every time, all at once, she can FEEL the seconds ticking by, the movement of the earth around the sun. She goes white and stumbles, her legs threatening to give out*
Master> *reaches out to steady her, fixing the same barriers back up, which only takes a second* *surprisingly gentle* Do you understand a little better now?
Donna> *gasps a few lungfulls of air* *shakily* How do you... how do you MANAGE?
Master> Training. And over a thousand years of practice.
Donna> *bitter laugh* So I'm stuck with you for a century or so so I don't go mad?
Master> It probably won't take that long. As you said -- culture, technology, history, you don't have to learn any of that yet. We can focus only on what's necessary.
Donna> Still. Even half a century, I think I'll go mad just being with YOU. *but she's not being violent about it. That's a step... right?*
Master> *it is! And a pretty important one, really, because killing him would just be a bad idea for them both.* *laughs softly* I think you'll get used to me.
Donna> Unfortunately.
Master> We'll see how you feel about it down the road, now, won't we?
Donna> *rueful smile* Yeah, guess we will. *deep breaths* I want to go to the pub. Any pub.
Master> *smile* As you wish, my dear. *and off again, as if the stop never happened*
Donna> *is baking biscuits, dammit. Because she has so little else to do. Bastard.*
Master> *has been -- out. Doing something. Something Mysterious and Evil, I'm sure. Or maybe he was just feeding the ducks. I have no idea.* *from the kitchen doorway* I'm ho-ome! Did you miss me?
Donna> No, but now I miss you being gone.
Master> Oh, Donna. You're still learning to appreciate me. I understand. *coming up behind her and looking over her shoulder* Ooh, what is that?
Donna> Biscuits. You may not have any.
Master> *pouts* Now, is that fair? I share everything I have with you.
Donna> *looks over her shoulder to glare at him* I never asked you to, did I?
Master> All the more reason to be thankful. *oh, he's just asking to get hit, isn't he?*
Donna> You'll get a smack off me if you don't stop that.
Master> Oh, Donna, I thought you'd learned better than that.
Donna> Can't teach an old dog new tricks and so forth.
Master> Perhaps, but you, my dear, are still so very new.
Donna> I'm not sure if that's a compliment or just... stating fact.
Master> Can't it be both?
Donna> I'm sure some people could do that. I don't quite believe it from you.
Master> I'm awfully sorry to hear that.
Donna> *eyeroll* I'm sure you are.
Master> How can I change your mind? *smiles winningly*
Donna> I doubt you can. *biscuits in the oven, turns, and crosses her arms* What are you doing?
Master> I'm... standing. *raises eyebrow* What do you mean?
Donna> You're being... friendly and trying to... I don't know.
Master> I'm simply trying to make this living arrangement as pleasant as possible for us both.
Donna> Yeah, well, ain't happening.
Master> Only because you're being stubborn about it.
Donna> Right.
Master> *rolls eyes* Can't you be reasonable?
Donna> With you? No.
Master> I've been perfectly nice to you.
Donna> After kidnapping me and forcing me to regenerate.
Master> I didn't force you to regenerate, your body did that on it's own.
Donna> Yeah, well, I wouldn't have HAD to if you'd left well enough alone.
Master> You would never have been able to if I had left you alone.
Donna> That's the point.
Master> You'd rather be human? *sneers*
Donna> I'd rather not be stuck with YOU.
Master> I think we've had this conversation quite enough for one week.
Donna> One LIFETIME, maybe.
Master> We could always move you on to the next, in that case. *it's so smooth you could almost miss the threat in it*
Donna> Oh, wouldn't you just LOVE that. *actually... kind of almost did. then blanches a bit*
Master> I think perhaps I would. *reaches out and brushes her temple with his fingertips, a silent reminder of just what he'll do if she gets too out of line*
Donna> *stiffens a bit, and tries... not to freak out* *softly* No. Please.
Master> *calmly* All I'm asking is that you meet me halfway, Donna. I've been good to you. It wouldn't hurt you to play nice.
Donna> It's a bit difficult to manage.
Master> You haven't been trying very hard, now, have you? *smiles*
Donna> *grumble* No.
Master> I think if you just put in the effort, you'll find it's rather easy.
Donna> *deeeeeeeep breath* Right. Okay. Fine.
Master> *beams and pats her cheek* That's my girl.
Donna> *glower* don't call me your 'girl'. I'm not.
Master> If you say so, pet.
Donna> *a;klds;ghsdf* No.
Master> *eyebrow raise* No?
Donna> Not your girl. Not your pet. Not your... anything.
Master> *chuckles* Your denial is almost charming. That's alright. You'll get used to it soon enough.
Donna> *fa;dksfj* Stop that.
Master> Stop what?
Donna> *flustered now, yes* Just... the patronising... *flails* You're a bloody bastard.
Master> Ah-ah-ah, didn't we just agree to be nice?
Donna> *grits her teeth, clenches her fists, breathes deep, and fights against the rising drums calling for violence and death* Right. Nice.
Master> *suddenly curious* Are they very bad for you?
Donna> *sneers a bit, very reminiscent of him* Only when you're here.
Master> *leans back against the counter, tapping on the surface thoughtfully* *rolls his eyes* Well, of course they're worse when I'm here, you're never around anyone else.
Donna> No, it's because you're an insufferable arse. *smiiiiile*
Master> If that's the case, they should go wild around you.
Donna> *snorts a little*
Donna> Then why do you keep me around?
Master> *picture of innocence* What other choice do I have? You're too dangerous to let out alone.
Donna> And whose fault is THAT?
Master> Well, I prefer to think of it as an unlucky side effect.
Donna> I think I rather hate you.
Master> *pleasantly* It's not too late for me to fix that for you.
Donna> *just as pleasantly* Oh, no, I think I rather like it. Keeps me going.
Master> I'm sure we could find an even better reason for you. *like being his willing pet, maybe?*
Donna> No thank you.
Master> Suit yourself.
Donna> *God, they're beating, they're beating LOUD, and she shoves him suddenly, grabbing his shirt* Take. Them. Away.
Master> *and he just grins, and there is nothing sane about it, at all* They're terrible, aren't they?
Donna> Horrific. *gets in his face* Take them. Away.
Master> No.
Donna> *break him hurt him kill kill death give us death give us death... Donna squeezes her eyes shut and tries to let go of him. She can't quite* Shut up. Shut UP.
Master> Shhh... Oh, pet. *and it won't shut them up entirely, but he will enter her mind -- it's pretty much impossible for her to keep him out entirely, thanks to his poking around in there -- and sort of... well, muffle them. Push them down, I guess.*
Donna> *rests her forehead against his shoulder, breathing a little raggedly*
Master> *soothing tone* It gets easier to control them. *runs his fingers through her hair, comfortingly*
Donna> *softly* You're a bastard. *but it's quieter when he's touching her and she's... kind of uncertain she could move right now.*
Master> Yes. But I'm also the only one who can help you.
Donna> *shaky laugh* I know. Bloody well makes it worse.
Master> It doesn't have to be difficult, Donna. It can be good.
Donna> You're a sadistic bastard who doesn't care who gets hurt as long as you get your way. How could it be GOOD?
Master> Think about it. You and I, we're more. The last members of a powerful race of beings. The world should bow to us.
Donna> I don't want anyone bowin' to me. *pause* There's the Doctor, too.
Master> *shrugs* He doesn't understand what being a Time Lord really means, he never has. You -- you still haven't learned. Give it time. You'll see, eventually. The best always do.
Donna> *snorts* The best.
Master> Yes. The smart ones. You could be one of the best. *with amusement* If you don't let your hatred of me get in your way.
Donna> What's the point in bein' one of the best when there's only three of us to be one of the best OF?
Master> You're thinking small. There's a whole universe out there, after all.
Donna> *tight smile* Yeah, I suppose.
Master> It's been a long day for you, my dear, and I think you've learned a great lesson. You deserve a reward. Do you want to go somewhere?
Donna> *'home', she doesn't say, but she's thinking it* Yeah, sure. Why not?
Master> *he can hear it -- he hasn't left her mind quite yet -- but he doesn't comment* Where would you like to go? Mind you, we're limited to this city. For now.
Donna> Anywhere, honestly. Just out.
Master> Alright then. We'll wait until your baking is done and then we'll go.
Donna> *looks at her watch* Only about five minutes. Doesn't take long to bake biscuits.
Master> *so, then! Out it is. Walking, since the Master doesn't have a car, apparently.* Any idea where you want to go yet?
Donna> *shrugs* Dunno. It's just nice to get out, honestly.
Master> Then we'll just walk for a while. It's a lovely night for it.
Donna> *just sticks her hands in her coat pockets and enjoys the fresh air. GOD, it's good to be out* *long silence* I don't understand you.
Master> *tilts his head to look at her* What don't you understand?
Donna> Just... why you did it. Why you're keeping me here... everything, really.
Master> You were a mystery. I figured it out. As to why I'm keeping you here -- I told you. You're not safe without supervision. Not until you learn.
Donna> Until I learn what?
Master> Among other things, control.
Donna> So, what, now you're MENTORING me?
Master> You could look at it that way, I suppose. Gallifreyan children go through a century of training before they're put into the world as proper Time Lords, Donna. Someone needs to teach you, and there's no Academy to do it.
Donna> I suppose. *stretches* But isn't a lot of that training... I dunno, science and technology and history and culture and stuff? That stuff's not important enough to require training or anything. Not for me, anyway.
Master> There's also discipline. Psychic training. Simply learning to handle feeling the flow of time, which is especially important for you, even if you won't be jumping around in it quite yet. I can't keep that down forever, you'll have to handle it yourself eventually.
Donna> *frowns a little* Yeah, I guess. *pause* Wait, you've been holding it down?
Master> Of course I have. You're still too human.
Donna> *makes a face at him* Oi, watch it. Bet I could handle it just fine, thank YOU. *after all, how bad could it be, really?*
Master> *stops still in his tracks -- luckily they're on a rather deserted street* Do you? Fine, then. *and look, sudden removal of all barriers and presence of him from her mind!*
Donna> *and she's fine, for a moment. And then suddenly it all comes rushing at her, through her, every time, all at once, she can FEEL the seconds ticking by, the movement of the earth around the sun. She goes white and stumbles, her legs threatening to give out*
Master> *reaches out to steady her, fixing the same barriers back up, which only takes a second* *surprisingly gentle* Do you understand a little better now?
Donna> *gasps a few lungfulls of air* *shakily* How do you... how do you MANAGE?
Master> Training. And over a thousand years of practice.
Donna> *bitter laugh* So I'm stuck with you for a century or so so I don't go mad?
Master> It probably won't take that long. As you said -- culture, technology, history, you don't have to learn any of that yet. We can focus only on what's necessary.
Donna> Still. Even half a century, I think I'll go mad just being with YOU. *but she's not being violent about it. That's a step... right?*
Master> *it is! And a pretty important one, really, because killing him would just be a bad idea for them both.* *laughs softly* I think you'll get used to me.
Donna> Unfortunately.
Master> We'll see how you feel about it down the road, now, won't we?
Donna> *rueful smile* Yeah, guess we will. *deep breaths* I want to go to the pub. Any pub.
Master> *smile* As you wish, my dear. *and off again, as if the stop never happened*