#verse 9d

[schismaticsoul]

+thatsdoctorjonestoyou

[Martha Jones. Now there was no love lost there, on either end. A megalomaniac with his drums, a tireless fighter who had dedicated herself to healing, they were complete opposites. And of course, the fact that the Master had essentially held part of the woman's family hostage didn't help matters either, did it?

And still, there was a smidgen of respect from his end-- if only because it took a lot of planning and effort to fool the Master, even when he was addled by the drums.

That didn't mean that he was going to say a word to her when he spotted her walking up to the library where he was currently sitting, though. He was done fighting, at least for this lifetime, and nothing good could come of their interaction.]

[schismaticsoul]

+talktothe11thdoctor

[The Master had settled into anonymity. It helped that even when he was running for candidacy, his face was only on the broadcasts, and never on the fliers. And when he wasn't in a suit and tie, it was easy to overlook the man if he wasn't looking to be found.

So it was a surprise to him when a familiar presence with an unfamiliar face entered the bar where he'd been sitting. It wasn't that he often got drunk, but having conscious control over his metabolism meant that getting drunk was very easy when he was in the mood to do so. Luckily, he hadn't consumed too much, so he forced his digestion of the alcohol inside of him to grind to a stop and looked up at the only other Time Lord in existence.]

"Doctor... it is you after all."

[thelastpreacherleft-blog]

[ There was a strange sort of sound, best described as a vwoorp, and a man tumbled out of a space where there had previously only been sky. He stumbled and started to fall as he landed, but he quickly caught himself and rolled to his feet. ]

Jesus, that was even more unpleasant than usual.

[ Sergeant Jake Simmonds grimaced, dusted himself off, and checked his Vortex Manipulator to see if it had been damaged at all. No? Well, it seemed that had gone smoothly, at least. ]

Now then… where the hell am I?

[schismaticsoul]

[It had been a year since he'd returned, since dedicated himself to keeping an eye on the crack in space and time to ensure that no other Time Lords came back the way he had. So far, everything had gone smoothly. Even the drums had faded now that there was nobody calling him home.

Don Giovanni was playing in the background, and the Master was lounging in his flat on Ganymede, relaxing, when a sound came from his foyer. Nobody was supposed to know these coordinates, who had come to visit?

It turned out that seeing the man in question had him no closer to finding out. An unfamiliar face-- a young face. He straightened his tie and approached.]

"Is there a reason you're here? I'm afraid you are trespassing at the moment, Mister..."

[He waited for a name. So much for a quiet afternoon.]

[schismaticsoul]

Familiar Faces || Andromeda and the Master

andromedafound asked: "Where did you find this?"

[The Master's eyes widened. He was not accustomed to familiar faces, and while he was finally out of the Time Lock thanks to a crack in time and space which he had created over many years, the last person he'd expected to see outside of it was his-- well, his cousin, of sorts. The two had known each other as children, and gotten along, which was better than little Koschei had done with the rest of his family, and he settled for taking a half-step back instead of just disappearing at the sight of her.

What was she going by now? Andromeda, wasn't it? He let out a sigh and circumvented her question, answering it with another.] 

"When did you get out?"