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plotted starter

"Warning! Smoke detected in main corridor! Warning! Smoke detected in main corridor!"

The alarms draw the crowd faster than the flames do; the fire itself is unimpressive, more smoke than anything else. It looks impressive, though, from a distance. More drama than danger.

He'd expected more excitement from a ship with such advanced technology. He's not sure why. A space ship is a space ship, and this certainly isn't a TARDIS. Maybe it's not so much that he expected more from the ship; he expected more from the crew. But, they're boring, oh my god are they boring. He knows how it all fits into his plan; that this is where he needs to be right now.

But… the days are blending together. Nothing that secretly setting a tiny little electrical fire can't fix. He's carefully calculated it; nothing large enough to disrupt the functions of the ship. Worst case scenario, it gets out of hand and they lose a few expendable background characters. Whatever. Who cares?

"Stand back everyone! Stand back! Your Ma-" Feigned coughing fit covers his almost mistake; hypnosis smooths over the situation for anyone who still notices. "Your newest, bravest, crewmate will save you!"

Fortunately for everyone, their savior already has a fire extinguisher in his arms. Though he'd waited for the crowd to begin gathering before grabbing it, it had been waiting just a few feet away in the corner; Of course, his power of persuasion prevents anyone from finding that suspiciously convenient.

He makes a dramatic exclamation, something of a sound effect really, as he douses the flames in a disproportionate amount of foam. With the threat neutralized, he tosses the extinguisher aside and bows at the waist to his captive audience. Coming up from the bow, smug grin on his face, he locks eyes with the captain. Oof. Maybe his audience got a little too big.

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@iblewthewhistle liked for a DBD starter!

The man looms over Waylon, bleeding out in the dirt. He aims a kick at his midsection, forces him to roll over from his stomach onto his back. Eye contact.

It wasn't his kill. The survivor was downed by the tiny girl in the pig mask. (The Master hasn't bothered to learn names around here.) If he knew who's trial he'd end up in the middle of, he would've stayed home. Hand rubs at his jaw reflexively; the phantom ache of it being split so long ago. He's been warned. 

The survivor was downed, only for a teammate to attempt to flashlight blind the pig girl. It didn't work. It did piss her off. Waylon was thrown to the ground; the girl took off chasing his savior in a fit of rage. He's stayed in the shadows, watching silently for the most part. But, she's distracted now. He has time to meddle.

"That looks like it hurts."

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"Oi, stop making those eyes at the Doctor's bum when he isn't looking. I think you want people to notice you staring, it gives you this perverted thrill."

"-From Donna I pressed send too early"

He wants to be irritated, (he is irritated, truth be told,) yet he can't help but to laugh at Donna's audacity. "Oh? You're the guardian of the Doctor's bum now, are you? Can't say I'm surprised. Not the first human girl he's picked up. Though, I must say, it's nice he's picked someone closer to his age for once."

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[ behind ] — sender hugs receiver from behind / simm!master

Like the barrel of a gun, hard unforgiving metal presses against the Master's spine when Bill embraces him. He's grateful that their position hides his grimace in a way his mask can't. It only serves to highlight what this really is; a parody of friendship between two people pretending to be human.

Her mechanical parts are such a small percentage still, and she holds out hope that she'll be saved before it can go any further, but… He knows her fate is set in stone. She knows, too, that her chances are looking more grim with each passing day. Oh, how he gets mind numbingly bored of comforting her.

But, this is better than the alternatives. How long had he spent stranded on this ship alone before the Doctor, and his cyberman-to-be companion, landed? And forming a genuine connection with anyone here is out of the question. No, this is perfect; a semblance of attention, of companionship, without ever having to allow himself to be vulnerable.

It feels like watching other people form friendships on TV; something they have a habit of doing. Really, it's what they've bonded over, watching that stupid slow motion security feed and imagining themselves at the Doctor's side instead of her.

It's pathetic, embarrassing, the way Missy looks at the Doctor, the way he looks back at her. A stark reminder that the only way he'll ever be friends with the Doctor again is if he changes everything about himself, and the even harsher reminder that he'll soon be desperate enough to do so. It makes him nauseous just to think about; much like the scent of human hanging all over him.

He gives her hand, wrapped around his midsection, an awkward little pat of acknowledgement. "Always sneaking up on me, my dear! To what do I owe this pleasure?"

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"One minute to make the Master blush. Easy." The Doctor leans back on his heels, then leans in really, really close. "A genius mind, twisted for evil. The cleverest villain the universe has ever known." He kept moving closer as he spoke, making sure their lips were nearly touching. "My most fiendesh arch-nemesis." His lips were close, agonizingly close, so he could taste the Master's breath... And he pulled away and booped his noise. "Let me check, are you blushing yet?"

The praise goes straight to his head; it always has, and the Doctor knows this. It's unfair. He should be disqualified from this little experiment based soley on the fact that his very presence leaves the Master hot under his collar.

The Doctor is so close, getting closer with every word, testing his temptation to simply grab him and keep him right where he wants him. He can feel the heat rising to his face, just in time for the Doctor to pull back. Always a tease. "No. Knock it off. You're not cute."

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@companypride

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He approaches as he speaks to Rhys, taking a seat on the cafeteria table right beside his food as the man responds. Idly, in the back of his mind, he's projecting subtle mind control to ensure no one gets on his case about the lack of professionalism. He isn't interested in being interupted. Rhys himself is exempt; he allows his thoughts to remain his own and relishes in the fact that, to him, he must look like he simply doesn't care whether there's backlash or not, or that he's so important that he knows no one would dare confront him for his behavior.

He's been watching the man busy himself with his ECHO-eye. Pretending to work, most likely. The Master can tell that he isn't important enough to have work that simply can't be postponed until after a quick lunch break. Either he's pretending altogether, or he's actually working, in the hopes that forgoing lunch to get twice as much work done will impress the boss. 

He seems like he spends a lot of time trying to impress people. The Master has a feeling no one ever notices. He looks the type, all perfectly styled hair and smooth complexion. He definitely has a skin routine that he sticks to. Pretty boy. He's trying so hard to be charming, but he's too red to really pull it off.

The Master grins at Rhys's question, 'like what you see?,' and calls him out on his suave guy act. "I like the way you're blushing."

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He frowns, exaggeratedly; almost a pout, condescendingly sympathizing with the man's apparent concern. He takes a step forward. Just one, slow, dramatic, stride. He waits to see if the man will take another step back. "An hour? No… Well, maybe."

"I'll dignify your theory. Hypothetically, I'm stalking you. What now? What do I want? Your money?" He laughs, as though it's ridiculous to think someone as successful as him would need to rob a man like Bryan. "Please. Human trafficking, maybe? Organ theft? But, then, I'd get blood on this nice suit. Can't have that. Any theories to add to the pool?"

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"I don't even know you. What do you mean, I 'have' to go with you?" (for Simm!Master please)

An exaggerated sigh and eye roll. They're on a time crunch; clearly she's not understanding the gravity of the situation.

Of course, the fact that he's popping candy into his mouth as he responds does little to emphasize what a serious matter this is. "This building, and all the little earthlings inside it, are going to turn to dust in the next five minutes. I am saving your life out of the kindness of my hearts. Get in the TARDIS."