#verse 6a

[schismaticsoul]

+doctorfive

[The Master grinned. Kamelion, outfitted in the same form and clothing choice as the Master, grinned next to him. What a perfect little creation... and a perfect little trap for the Doctor.

He nudged the console's levers gently, guiding the pillar-ship to materialize inside the Doctor's own TARDIS, trying to suppress a manic grin. He motioned for Kamelion to precede him, and hide nearby until he was called.

'Oh, my pretty little Doctor-- with your silly companions and constantly suppressed little surges of viciousness-- I'll have you yet', he thought as he stepped out into the white emptiness of the hallway. 'Now all I have to do is find you...']

[schismaticsoul]

Verse 6a || Open

[He's rushing about in his TARDIS, setting up the plans for yet another planet to conquer-- because who doesn't like taking over entire civilizations?-- when he hears something odd outside. His TARDIS is generally soundproofed and well hidden, and yet there's some sort of uproar, and he flicks on his screen.]

"Oh, Rassilon's beard."

[There's a fire in the building next to where he's parked, and while the TARDIS won't be harmed by such trifles, he'd also rather not be accused of witchcraft or something idiotic like that when the apparently wooden exterior doesn't. So he takes off again, landing somewhere new on whim. He steps out and looks around for someone whom he might ask for his present whereabouts.]

"You there, where is this, can you tell me? For that matter, what day is it?"