05; I came in the ring like a dog on a chain [I found out the underbelly is sicker than it seems]
[A month, or thereabouts, have passed here on the plane. That number means nothing in a place where time passes completely differently, not to mention it being a span punctuated by constant torture. Though he knows he has been gone, the Master does not remember for precisely how long. His memories of events before his ..absence are muddled and incomplete.]
The scenery hasn't changed very much.
[His voice is rough, hoarse from overuse, but that will not last long. He looks down at himself, hands scrubbing together momentarily as if to wipe a phantom memory away. He knows there has been an inordinate amount of pain he's been subjected to but what memories he does have are fleeting. In a way that bothers him, and in another way the slight, momentary, shake in his hands tells him that perhaps he does not need to know all that has happened to him in the interim. He banishes the thought away; the shaking stops.]
Choices. I remember those. [His eyes narrow as he looks around him.] The votes I remember as well.
[A twitch and he rolls his shoulders, impatience beginning to show.] Well, isn't anyone going to tell me if it was worth it? Did you lot choose the right person?
[His voice takes on a much colder and darker tone. His smile is utterly devoid of mirth.] I'd hate to think I spent all that time lying around with nothing to show for it but a few lousy votes for the wrong person.
[At the mention of all that, his jaw clenches, head twitching just slightly to the side as he reigns himself in under very careful control. He breathes in, then out.]
No takers? Well, how about I pop off and get myself sorted and you all can work out just what you'd like to inform me of.
[A Fortress that may look familiar to some has reappeared with his return and the Master doesn't wait for any replies to his questions. At the present moment he feels that he has been long removed from any sense of control, something he needs back. He disappears into the Fortress for an hour or so.
When he finally emerges, he is dressed in an immaculate black suit, clean shaven, hair returned to it's original brown color and neatly trimmed. He buttons the suit and adjust his cuffs as he walks out and stops, taking a look around once more.]
Now, where were we?
The scenery hasn't changed very much.
[His voice is rough, hoarse from overuse, but that will not last long. He looks down at himself, hands scrubbing together momentarily as if to wipe a phantom memory away. He knows there has been an inordinate amount of pain he's been subjected to but what memories he does have are fleeting. In a way that bothers him, and in another way the slight, momentary, shake in his hands tells him that perhaps he does not need to know all that has happened to him in the interim. He banishes the thought away; the shaking stops.]
Choices. I remember those. [His eyes narrow as he looks around him.] The votes I remember as well.
[A twitch and he rolls his shoulders, impatience beginning to show.] Well, isn't anyone going to tell me if it was worth it? Did you lot choose the right person?
[His voice takes on a much colder and darker tone. His smile is utterly devoid of mirth.] I'd hate to think I spent all that time lying around with nothing to show for it but a few lousy votes for the wrong person.
[At the mention of all that, his jaw clenches, head twitching just slightly to the side as he reigns himself in under very careful control. He breathes in, then out.]
No takers? Well, how about I pop off and get myself sorted and you all can work out just what you'd like to inform me of.
[A Fortress that may look familiar to some has reappeared with his return and the Master doesn't wait for any replies to his questions. At the present moment he feels that he has been long removed from any sense of control, something he needs back. He disappears into the Fortress for an hour or so.
When he finally emerges, he is dressed in an immaculate black suit, clean shaven, hair returned to it's original brown color and neatly trimmed. He buttons the suit and adjust his cuffs as he walks out and stops, taking a look around once more.]
Now, where were we?