The Master. This is glorious.fearless_leaderOctober 3 2011, 01:13:05 UTC
Who are Irakalans? No, better yet, who are you?
[Handcuffed to some guy he's never seen before on an alien spaceship full of aliens he's also never seen before? If this is the Ellimist again, he's gonna have a few words with that guy.]
These idiots are Irakaklans. *He glares at the nearest ones, who glare right back.
*This seems to irritate him rather a lot.* I wasn't even there when Azgrakak blew up, I was fighting the Daleks on Keerlannah at the time. I had nothing to do with your people joining the Horde of Travesties and you know it!
You think the War didn't affect me? Me? My should-ve-been son was the Could've-Been King, the High Council rewrote my entire life! Don't you just toss me in a cell with the playthings!
Don't feel like you have to dumb anything down on my behalf. [Geez, he's only known the guy five minutes and already he doesn't like him. Marco would be impressed.]
You humans say things like that, and five minutes later you're completely bewildered. *He sighs* Especially when it comes to time travel--your brains are quite literally wired wrong for understanding it.
I'm the Master. But you can call me Harry if you like that better.
Yeah? This human's time traveled more times than I want to remember. So if that's what this is about, just tell me and save the condescension for someone else.
[He's remarkably accepting of this guy not being human. At this point, nothing really surprises him any more.]
... yeah, let's go with Harry. So, Harry, what's this all about? Why are we here? Why am I here?
They are fallout from a war in which both sides had unlimited access to time travel. The very fabric of reality started to come apart in that war, and lost people like them are the results.
I am here because my people was one of the sides and they want to yell at me about it. You are here because the war drove them mad enough that they like to randomly capture people and fuck with them.
*He sighs* It did that to me, too, actually, but that's beside the point.
Unlimited time travel...? [He rubs one hand over his face. Now that's a bone-chilling thought.]
What about my friends? Are they here too? [He moves like he's going to get up, but then seems to remember who he's handcuffed to. Awkwardly, he sits back down, but he's practically radiating nervous energy. He wants to do something.]
Do you have any powers? Any way we might be able to get out of here?
Shall we, then? *And he proceeds to hit something volatile with 'lightning' bolts. The cell door is destroyed, and the Master starts running. Which means that Jake must either run too or be dragged along--or both, because the Master is bloody fast when he wants to be.*
[There's an 'Oh shit' look on Jake's face when this guy fires lightning bolts from his hands, and then he's up and moving. And while Jake's a pretty athletic guy, even he's hard-pressed to keep pace with the Master's superhuman stamina.]
Nice... so do we have any kind of plan here, or is this the kind of thing that we're just gonna make up as we go along?
I guess when you can shoot lightning you don't have to be strategic.
... Lead the way, I guess. [That's mostly a formality. The Master's going where he wants to go, and Jake can do little more than keep pace. It's a bit like being pulled by a very large dog.]
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[Handcuffed to some guy he's never seen before on an alien spaceship full of aliens he's also never seen before? If this is the Ellimist again, he's gonna have a few words with that guy.]
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*This seems to irritate him rather a lot.* I wasn't even there when Azgrakak blew up, I was fighting the Daleks on Keerlannah at the time. I had nothing to do with your people joining the Horde of Travesties and you know it!
You think the War didn't affect me? Me? My should-ve-been son was the Could've-Been King, the High Council rewrote my entire life! Don't you just toss me in a cell with the playthings!
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... if you're done shouting at those guys, you mind telling me what's going on here? I don't think they're listening to a word you're saying.
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And I know that doesn't explain much by itself, but I've never been good at dumbing things down, so feel free to ask questions.
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Why don't we start with an easy one: who are you?
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I'm the Master. But you can call me Harry if you like that better.
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[He's remarkably accepting of this guy not being human. At this point, nothing really surprises him any more.]
... yeah, let's go with Harry. So, Harry, what's this all about? Why are we here? Why am I here?
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I am here because my people was one of the sides and they want to yell at me about it. You are here because the war drove them mad enough that they like to randomly capture people and fuck with them.
*He sighs* It did that to me, too, actually, but that's beside the point.
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What about my friends? Are they here too? [He moves like he's going to get up, but then seems to remember who he's handcuffed to. Awkwardly, he sits back down, but he's practically radiating nervous energy. He wants to do something.]
Do you have any powers? Any way we might be able to get out of here?
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*He grins at the powers question.* I have a couple up my sleeve. You?
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[There's something about the way-too-enthusiastic way this guy answered that question that Jake doesn't have a good feeling.] I have a couple too.
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Shall we, then? *And he proceeds to hit something volatile with 'lightning' bolts. The cell door is destroyed, and the Master starts running. Which means that Jake must either run too or be dragged along--or both, because the Master is bloody fast when he wants to be.*
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Nice... so do we have any kind of plan here, or is this the kind of thing that we're just gonna make up as we go along?
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There should be escape pods here somewhere . . .
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... Lead the way, I guess. [That's mostly a formality. The Master's going where he wants to go, and Jake can do little more than keep pace. It's a bit like being pulled by a very large dog.]
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