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!!! If anyone came here looking for LeylaPhoenix
... I switched my URLs, my main blog (which was called "LeylaPhoenix" until just recently) can now be found here: themasterhimself.tumblr.com while my RP blog (this one, which was called themasterhimself originally) is now leylaphoenix.tumblr.com. Ugh sorry for the confusion, I just really wanted this URL for my main blog and since this RP blog is inactive atm... ^^;;Ā
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Hey everyone!
I haven't been online in a while and apparently a few things have changed. I'm not in the group anymore and I guess it's better that way since I'm barely online. I've decided to officially announce that I'll be taking a break from rping for now, but I'll be still checking this account from time to time, so feel free to message me! I might re-activate it again as an independant rp-account (or come back into the group if the spot's still free) sometime in the future, but for now I'll be taking a break. However, you guys were fun and I'll miss you!~ I've enjoyed those few months of rping. :3 And looking at some of the rps I really get the urge to continue them, but I know it's no use if I'm only online once every few weeks. But yea, just wanted to give one last life sign! I might still reblog stuff from time to time. Hell actually I don't want to leave this account. T_T Now I get all 10th-Doctor-ish, not wanting to go and stuff. BUT YEA. Love you and see you around!
āJason Miller. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Feuer.ā He eyed her with a hint of suspicion. āItās german for āfireā, isnāt it? A suiting name, Iād say.ā
āItās just miss, Iām not married, Mr. Miller. And thatās quite right, sirā she said letting out a gratified chuckle at the compliment while fixing a strand of herĀ ginger hair behind her ear. āReally, the pleasure is mineā.
"Oh, I'm sorry! My mistake. And you look too young to be married, too. I'd love to invite you to a cup of coffee though, as an apology, if you don't mind." The Master usually wouldn't be as friendly, but there was something interesting about this lady, and today was one of the rare days where he felt like socializing. Apart from that he had some free time on his hands.
nicholas--benson started following you
āOh, yes, thank you, Mr. Miller, thatās very kind of you to say,ā Nick answered, as he blushed a moment, and then stared at him. He could see that he was studying him, and saw a flicker of something that may have pleased him. Nick himself eyed the man and thought he wasnāt so bad himself.Ā
When he asked him if had a case for him, he shook his head and smiled softly. āWell, actually, yes, I do, Mr. Miller. I was out for my usual evening stroll around the City last night, and I was mugged by a group of thugs. They came upon me from behind. So I didnāt have time to react or stop them, before roughed me up a bitā¦ā
Nickās words trailed off, as he did his best to keep the charade going. He knew that is boss would want to get some Intel on the cops,and what they knew about him, so he did his best to get all teary eyed for a moment. He rubbed his face with his hands and then his mouth, before he steadied his nerves and continued his tale. āTwo of them pinned me up against the wall, and while they held me, the third one hit me in my back with the butt of his pistol. He reached inside my pockets, not too kindly either, stole my wallet and my I-Phone, and then the other thugs kicked me down onto the sidewalk, Mr. Millerā¦ā
He once again stopped talking, as he wrung his hands in his lap and stared down at the floor, trying to compose himself again. He sighed loudly and looked up at man and finished his story. āSorry, I keep stopping, I just, it was a very traumatic experience for me. Iāve never been robbed you see, so I was scared, and I still am. The lead man pointed his gun right at the back of my head. Said if I told anyone, they would come after me, and finish the job. But, well, I had to cancel all my cards and Iām still waiting to get my new I-Phone. I was really too scared to come to the Police, but I didnāt know what else to do. These men are still out there, and what if they come after me again? They have my address now? Can, can you help me?āĀ
The man before him started talking, and the Master detected a sudden change of aura. He was barely listening to the story Mr. Benson had to tell, he had heard those way too often. There was something else, something about the man himself that had caught his attention. He eyed him carefully; now he looked just like all the other apes, whiny and unstable, despicable. If he had walked into his office like that, the Master wouldn't have deigned a look at him, but that was exactly the point. The sudden change of aura in the room was due to the sudden change of the man's personality. His face was different now, the aloofness was gone. Something wasn't right... Was this man telling the truth? He sure looked like he did, and the way he described the robbery sounded veracious as well. After Mr. Benson had finished narrating, the Master hesitated a moment to answer. If this was one of his usual clients he would've been harsh and insensitive, just for a tiny bit of sadistic enjoyment for a change in the boring life of the friendly Jason Miller, but he had to test this man first, so he decided to keep up his act. "I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Benson. Unfortunately more people than you'd think experience this. The crime rates in this city seem to be getting higher, and we're not really sure what that's down to. It's quite unlikely that they'll come after you again, those gangs are usually only equipped for street robbery, not for breaking into a house. I cannot guarantee anything though, it'd definitely be advisable to get an alarm system if you haven't got one already.ā He walked over to a table to get a piece of paper, then went back to his desk to write something down. āIt'd be helpful if you could describe all the men to me as best as you can. Later on I'm going to send you to my colleague to create a facial composite. If you remember any of their weapons that would be helpful as well.ā After a short pause he went on, āyou look like a man who's familiar with guns.ā The Master said that casually, but with serious intention. This man didn't look familiar with weapons at all, the traumatized expression on his face was suggesting that he'd never even touched a gun. But this was to test his reaction. āOh and have you tried tracking the phone already?ā
Things Better Left Unsaid (The Master & Irene)
Irene sat looking at the table, she felt like a Judas. The Doctor wasnāt a criminal, he was better than that, more important than that.
āHeās tall, about 6ā tall and skinny,ā she hesitated, āWears a bow tie and tweed blazer. Lots of brown hair and long face. Heās kind of gangling looking, he rather reminds me like a baby giraffe.ā
Looking up at the Detective she sighed.
āI saw him shortly before I got married, eight months ago? He was on Baker Street, last I saw him. Detective Inspector, is he dangerous?ā
The Master had to retain himself from raising an eyebrow as Irene described the Doctor. Apparently he had regenerated during his absence - the Master had expected that anyway - and obviously his taste in clothing had become worse again. The last time they had met he'd looked at least a little presentable... "I see. That sounds a lot like the man we're looking for actually. Under which circumstances exactly did you meet him, and did you meet him more than once? How well do you know him?" He tried to ask all this without sounding too interrogating. "We're not sure if or how dangerous he is yet. But even if he hasn't stolen the statues himself, he is somehow involved into the case."
A Fatal Reunion || Moriarty & The Master
Stinton looked horrified, still not understanding the situation in the slightest. āJ-Jason? Whatās going on?ā he asked wide-eyed, the phone still in his hand. āHang up Stinton, weāve got a change of planā the Master ordered, his expression and voice serious. His collegue mechanically did as he said, not really believing that Jason Miller would turn against him, not believing that Jason Miller might be a criminal. That he might be a killer. The Master was still pointing his gun at him, but he didnāt pull the trigger. Scotland Yard might be full of dull apes, but theyād still find out which gun had killed Stinton. Theyād find out who had killed Stinton. And the Master was planning to keep his nice little undercover working place a little longer, as well as his nice little undercover life. Apart from thatā¦ āJimmy boyā he said in a sing-song voice, his serious expression suddenly vanishing, being replaced by a grin. āIām sure your men can take care of this. Iā¦ā He let his gun slide back into his pocket, snappily turned around and walked up to Moriarty, his mouth close to his ear. In a lowered voice he continued. āI donāt like getting my hands dirty, you know.ā Then he moved back a bit to face him with a smile and raised eyebrows, sure that Jim would understand. Heād always been like that. When it was about killing, he had always preferred to watch, rarely ever to do it himself.
Moriarty looked up as his Master spoke, understanding what he wanted. He winked, āI gotcha, old boy.ā He took out his mobile from his pocket and pressed a few buttons, sending a quick text. He put the mobile back in his pocket and oulled out another lollipop. āItāll take a few seconds. Would you like a pop, you old bastard?ā He held out the stick to The Master and glanced to the confused sidekick. He sneered at his stupidity, heād be dead in less than 3 seconds and he still hadnāt a clue.
Suddenly, two swift bullets had broken the air and found their home inside Stintonās back, no leads on where the source was from. The body fell to the floor without an utterance and Moriarty hadnāt bothered to turn to look, his eyes were still on his Master, still offering the lollipop.
The Master watched Jim closely as his fingers swiflty moved across the phone. Only a few seconds later Stinton literally was a dead man. "Sure thing," he answered, a grin spreading across his face as he snapped the lollipop out of his protƩgƩ's hand, twirling it once, twice, before stuffing it into his mouth. He looked at Jim for a moment and started laughing slightly, not the fake complimentary laugh he had to put on for his colleagues at Scotland Yard, not the bitter sneering laugh he gave people when he was about to ruin their lives, but the kind of laugh that suggested that he was truly enjoying himself, the kind of laugh people do when they're having fun with old friends. "Oh Jimmy," he gripped his shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze. "It's been quite a while. Look at what you've become. I have to admit I'm kinda proud." And for once he was not lying. "How about a drink to talk about good ol' times?" It felt good to finally take a break from being Jason Miller.
Alan/Master: Meeting A New Friend
He eyed the boy closely, noticing his every move. Asking himself once again if this was really happening, if this was really another living timelord standing in front of him. Heād find out more about him soon enough, he was almost there. The Master pushed away the mixture of questions, curiosity, excitement, and disbelief. He needed to pretend that this was of lesser importance than it really was, not only to deceive Alan, but also for his own good. Heād never be able to keep up the act if heād let all those thoughts have him. āI have no preferences, actually. You choose.ā He said and smiled, by now having unconsciously mirrored the ladās posture by putting his hands into his pockets as well. āHow about..ā he aimlessly looked around, ā..pizza, maybe?ā
Alan had his own reasons and thoughts to push aside in his head, old thoughts that really have little to do with why heās meeting this friend, yet it had everything to do withĀ why he was here this moment. He always needed distractions, and friends were a simply easy way to turn to for that.
Even if it was for anā¦Ā unorthodoxĀ friend.
āPizza works. Plenty of good places around here.ā he murmured, thinking back to the loads of coupons that he kept in his backpack, not at all sure if he had one for pizza, but he was pretty sureā¦ āSoo, Jason, what dāya do around here? What sort of work, if itās alright to ask?ā He murmured, sounding that of a normal person making small talk, though it was ratherā¦ strange to hear it from a 13 year old. Most kids his own age couldnāt be bothered by anything that wasnāt complaining of algebra or video games. But he outgrew both things quite quickly.
The Master let Alan lead the way as they started walking. "Of course! I work at Scotland Yard just around the corner actually. I'm a detective." He said that with some sort of encouraging smile and a hint of pride in his voice. Because Jason Miller loved his job a lot. In reality this job was a pain, so painfully boring at times that the Master was surprised by himself for keeping up with this shit and not having burned down the whole building already. "It's quite an exciting job," he added and casually went on. "What about you, I take it you still go to school. But any job ideas for the future already? Which grade are you in?"
Timeless Wedding Necktie Set - 5 Doctor Who TARDIS Inspired Ties for the Time Lord & His Groomsmen
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I want this. I want a Doctor Who wedding. I would wear this. Forget the groom likeā¦I need this.
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just a short message to everyone: i'm not dead and i'm terribly sorry, but a lot has been happening lately and i've totally neglected my internet life. i'll try to get to answering paras as soon as possible! not sure if i'll find the time tmr though. so out of touch geez @_@ sorry sorry sorry.
people I owe replies: nick, jofeuer, alan, irene, moriarty people who owe me: harriet paras that still need to happen: follow-up para with sherlock, para with dark!alan
If i forgot anyone or got anything wrong or if anyone wants to start a para, shoot me a message~! I'm off to beeeed.
theally hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: OOC
[HOLYF-, itās so awesome to see you back! :D As usual, consider yourself unpressured, Iāve been having trouble with muse or being attentive to Tumblr as well honestly, so youāre not alone. <3]
[CONSIDER YOURSELF GLOMPED. I've already answered our canon rp, but I've been wondering about the Dark!Alan rp~ We should start plotting :3 and then just hope our muses won't be sending us on suprah long hiatuses all too often xD evil muses >_> we're really soulmates haha, having the same troubles at the same time xD]
