(discedo) Playing Track Eight (Voice)

[syncopath]

Hmmm. And one has to wonder where the Doctor is in all of this. Hiding in the TARDIS, like the coward he is? Aren't you meant to be the hero of this piece, Doctor? Saving everybody? You and your faithful companions? Isn't that what you live for?

Or perhaps you are, at this very moment, working on an absolutely brilliant plan which will inevitably culminate in blowing it all up? That does seem to be your modus operandi. Nothing a good cleansing fire won't fix, eh?

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[Voice]

[syncopath]

[another uncomfortable pause, then an uncertain, disbelieving little laugh]

A lizard?

I could stop by in, say... a few hours? In the midst of something at the moment.

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[onceahuman.livejournal.com]

That's what your friend told me.

Sure thing.

[Voice]

[syncopath]

[tightly]
He is not my friend.

Re: [Voice]

[onceahuman.livejournal.com]

Sorry. Sorry!

[Voice]

[syncopath]

[long, drawn-out breath. When he speaks he sounds weary.]

An honest mistake, I'm sure. You are in the same room as before?



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[onceahuman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, same one.

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[syncopath]

[The Master clicks off the communicator without replying and rests his face in his hands, massaging his temples. He feels inexplicably trapped, has done ever since the Doctor arrived in Discedo. Like everything is a trap. There is absolutely no good reason to expose himself so soon after escaping the TARDIS. None. Performing a check-up on a lizard is not even classifiable as a good reason. Still, a small while later he finds himself knocking on the same door in Latimir.]

[softly]
It's me.

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[onceahuman.livejournal.com]

[opens up just like before]

Hey, Professor. It's nice to see you again.