Twelve the Great and Powerful

I am what you have made of me. Neither good, nor evil. I am the heartless.

[twelfthmagician]

"You left me to die...what's the matter? Can't bring yourself to do it again by your own hand?" Missy's clothes are singed and torn, exposing the once flawless skin, now littered with burns and weeping cuts. "You left me there, with the Daleks, all for your puppy." She spits the last word like it offends her, bright blue eyes blazing with anger.

“But you’re not dead, are you?!” he snapped spinning awayfrom the Mistress and putting a counter between them. He doesn’t want to lookat her. Guilt assaulted his senses making his eyes flash from green to blue andback. “You’ve survived worse odds and Clara… she wouldn’t have forgiven you.”

[twelfthmagician]

The Doctor ran a hand through his hair in clear exasperation. He clearly didn’t want to be having this conversation and just wanted to have the discussion end. Alas Missy didn’t have an off button, though he was tempted to try and sonic her regardless.

“Are you done?” he asked irritably, “Since you know me so well… Clara is gone. All my adorable little pets are gone or dead. So what now do you want from me? An apology? Will that help? Will that make everything right?”

He leaned forward towards her as though hoping she would lash out.

“You’ll get my apology when I get yours.”

[saysomethiingnice-blog]

Missy’s nostrils flare, eyebrows furrowing down in a scowl and her chest heaving in her anger. “Do you even care that I didn’t escape unscathed from Skaro?” Her fingers come to life then, unbuttoning her coat and blouse so he can see one of the nastier looking burns on her body; the flesh oozing and irritated, bits of cloth sticking to it and blood trickling from it. 

“I will not apologise to you when you couldn’t care less if I live or die, Doctor.” Missy sniffs, the pain of her wounds incomparable to the pain she feels from the Doctor’s dismissive attitude.

[twelfthmagician]

He closed his eyes as though there was a great pain behind his eyes.She was in pain and of course it was his fault. Would it be too much for the universe to just once let things fall into place?

“Oh Missy…” his sighed and gently reached out as though to touch her, but then realized this would cause more pain than naught. His shoulders slumped and he shook his head. “You… shouldn’t walk around like that. Let me clean you up.”

He’d fix what he could even if that wasn’t their relationship.

[twelfthmagician]

"You left me to die...what's the matter? Can't bring yourself to do it again by your own hand?" Missy's clothes are singed and torn, exposing the once flawless skin, now littered with burns and weeping cuts. "You left me there, with the Daleks, all for your puppy." She spits the last word like it offends her, bright blue eyes blazing with anger.

“But you’re not dead, are you?!” he snapped spinning awayfrom the Mistress and putting a counter between them. He doesn’t want to lookat her. Guilt assaulted his senses making his eyes flash from green to blue andback. “You’ve survived worse odds and Clara… she wouldn’t have forgiven you.”

[saysomethiingnice-blog]

“You sanctimonious little toad.” Missy spits. “How dare you stand there and say that! I have always cared for you, been there for you when your little pets were too busy with their own lives. You are like the other woman to them, the bit of fluff on the side. I am the only one who knows all of you and still loves you.” 

She wants to slap him, to rage and vent all her anger on his body and mind. She has always been his friend. “You are the one who should ask for my forgiveness.”

[twelfthmagician]

The Doctor ran a hand through his hair in clear exasperation. He clearly didn’t want to be having this conversation and just wanted to have the discussion end. Alas Missy didn’t have an off button, though he was tempted to try and sonic her regardless.

“Are you done?” he asked irritably, “Since you know me so well... Clara is gone. All my adorable little pets are gone or dead. So what now do you want from me? An apology? Will that help? Will that make everything right?”

He leaned forward towards her as though hoping she would lash out.

“You’ll get my apology when I get yours.”

[twelfthmagician]

Twelfth Doctor (Oz)

[twelfthmagician]

"You left me to die...what's the matter? Can't bring yourself to do it again by your own hand?" Missy's clothes are singed and torn, exposing the once flawless skin, now littered with burns and weeping cuts. "You left me there, with the Daleks, all for your puppy." She spits the last word like it offends her, bright blue eyes blazing with anger.

“But you’re not dead, are you?!” he snapped spinning awayfrom the Mistress and putting a counter between them. He doesn’t want to lookat her. Guilt assaulted his senses making his eyes flash from green to blue andback. “You’ve survived worse odds and Clara… she wouldn’t have forgiven you.”

[saysomethiingnice-blog]

Missy growls, the anger swelling up inside her greater than before like a balloon in her chest. “No thanks to you!” She spits out, following him around the counter, intent on throttling the snide bastard. “Do you really think I care whether or not your yapping dog forgives me? You abandoned me again when you know I never would have treated you with the same disdain, you selfish bastard.” Its that damn puppy again, always getting in the way. She should have put her down herself instead of trying to get him to do it.

[twelfthmagician]

“And what then was your plan Missy? What ending would you have?” he asked finally meeting her rage head on, “You’d have me murder Clara. My friend, the only person who has been there for me all this time! And you expected what? That I’d trust you anywhere near her? I can’t feel a damn thing anymore but I KNOW what she meant.”

He glowered at her daring the smaller Time Lady to attack him.

"If you wanted forgiveness... if you wanted to come along, you knew better than to manipulate me.”

[twelfthmagician]

"You left me to die...what's the matter? Can't bring yourself to do it again by your own hand?" Missy's clothes are singed and torn, exposing the once flawless skin, now littered with burns and weeping cuts. "You left me there, with the Daleks, all for your puppy." She spits the last word like it offends her, bright blue eyes blazing with anger.

“But you’re not dead, are you?!” he snapped spinning awayfrom the Mistress and putting a counter between them. He doesn’t want to lookat her. Guilt assaulted his senses making his eyes flash from green to blue andback. “You’ve survived worse odds and Clara… she wouldn’t have forgiven you.”

[rosetotherescue]

The Misrepresentation of Rose Tyler||twelfthmagician

[twelfthmagician]

The Doctor watched Rose thrash around listlessly as though he were watching a boring advert. After a moment he went to his console and tapped a few commands.

“Five,” he replied in a bored tone, “I could annihilate your planet with five nuclear missiles. Currently the TARDIS has access to… 263.”

He flipped a switch and he heard sirens on UNIT’s end of things. He switched a few more toggles and ten more weapons armed themselves. He felt a macabre sort of pleasure watching the sites light up in the monitor.

“Doesn’t feel good does it? T’be threatened,” he said with a twisted smirk, “but now… well, now I can say I was provoked. Tell me d’you have family? A decorated ponce like you probably does. Now where d’you suppose they’d live… oh lookit that… you really shouldn’t post things online. There’s no tellin’ who might take an interest. Think I’ll park a missile in your front lawn. Better yet, just far enough so everyone and everything you care about slowly melts away with the fallout.”

Long spidery fingers danced along the console’s surface as the TARDIS phased out of Earth and into the safety of the vortex.

“Now, shall we try this conversation again? Or do I scrape Earth from the bottom of my shoe in about… oh, 40 seconds?”

[rosetotherescue]

“You dare threaten my family?  Threaten me?” He hissed and took a few deep breaths.  “Check your friend Doctor, your Rose, I do believe her heart might have stopped, you might want to take care of that.  We will be in touch.”  The phone slammed down and the man growled at his assistant, then shut the laptop, the one with the programs to control Rose Tyler.

What the man had said was true, Rose was laying on the couch, her chest no longer rising and falling, her face had started turning a ghostly white, she was unnaturally still.  

Rose wasn’t aware of the changes that UNIT had implemented inside of her, she only thought it had been two days but in reality it had been closer to four that she had been with them.  The first day she was told of the situation and given time to grieve, the second, well, the second she had underwent several minor surgical procedures.  If she noticed anything different she just chalked it up to being back in her original universe.  About being able to see the Doctor again.  

She had been without oxygen for over two minutes when suddenly the color started returning to her face and her chest started rising and falling.  “What..” She asked and rubbed her head and she sat up.  It took her several moments to remember where she was and her head whipped around to the Doctor.  “What happened?  Did I..pass out?”

[twelfthmagician]

The Doctor looked at the TARDIS screen showing the countdown. He felt a profound sense of apathy. He could let the world burn… it would be so easy to do so. His emerald eyes stared at the planet in ill-concealed hatred. Ironically, it was Rose’s voice what finally pushed him to disable the countdown.

“Your friends in UNIT installed a control switch inside you,” the Doctor replied flipping switches and piloting the TARDIS as far away from Earth as possible. “If I don’t do what they say. They’ll kill you. Sarah Jane is dead. Donna is dead. Martha, Mickey… they probably designed that implant inside you. So of course the next step is to use you, ‘cos that’s what humans do. When they can’t get their way, they manipulate and threaten the only person left within their reach.”

He flipped a lever and leaned against the console before turning to look at her. There were dark rings around his eyes as though he hadn’t slept properly in weeks.

“What happened to your Doctor?” he asked softly.

[rosetotherescue]

The Misrepresentation of Rose Tyler||twelfthmagician

[twelfthmagician]

The Doctor watched Rose thrash around listlessly as though he were watching a boring advert. After a moment he went to his console and tapped a few commands.

“Five,” he replied in a bored tone, “I could annihilate your planet with five nuclear missiles. Currently the TARDIS has access to… 263.”

He flipped a switch and he heard sirens on UNIT’s end of things. He switched a few more toggles and ten more weapons armed themselves. He felt a macabre sort of pleasure watching the sites light up in the monitor.

“Doesn’t feel good does it? T’be threatened,” he said with a twisted smirk, “but now… well, now I can say I was provoked. Tell me d’you have family? A decorated ponce like you probably does. Now where d’you suppose they’d live… oh lookit that… you really shouldn’t post things online. There’s no tellin’ who might take an interest. Think I’ll park a missile in your front lawn. Better yet, just far enough so everyone and everything you care about slowly melts away with the fallout.”

Long spidery fingers danced along the console’s surface as the TARDIS phased out of Earth and into the safety of the vortex.

“Now, shall we try this conversation again? Or do I scrape Earth from the bottom of my shoe in about… oh, 40 seconds?”

[rosetotherescue]

The Misrepresentation of Rose Tyler||twelfthmagician

[twelfthmagician]

That voice, he knew that voice… His eyes widened and turned a soft, almost gentle cornflower blue. He stared at her in disbelief and very nearly dropped his scanner from the shock. She was speaking but the words took a moment to sink in.

“…you have your Friends at UNIT to thank…”

His eyes shifted to vivid emerald green and the veins on his temples darkened with venom. The metal thermos in his hand became rumpled with a sickening crunch as his bare fingers crushed it.

“Of course…” he rumbled muttering to himself as he turned away from her. The rage flowed out of him so easily like water out of a badly repaired dam. His fist slammed into the nearest tree making the wood buckle and splinter from the impact. He had to divert his wrath or he might just take it out on her. Oh but they were desperate to do this; to bring HER. They were stupider than he thought if they expected him to be manipulated.

“Do they really think this is going to change my mind?” he growled through clenched teeth before looking up at the drone far above spying on him. He brought out a pair of folded sunglasses and pointed them accusingly at the drone. “Do you really think this makes up for ANYTHING you and your SPECIES has done? Just be thankful I don’t pull the trigger on this ENTIRE MISERABLE ROCK!”

There was a high pitched whirr and the little drone burst into flames. His breath came in ragged bursts as he tucked the shades away and walked past Rose into the TARDIS. He paused briefly once he was inside and while he didn’t look back at her, he also didn’t close the door.

“I have no friends on Earth,” he stated quietly, “and you shouldn’t be here.”

[rosetotherescue]

Rose gasped as she watched his rage unfold, never, in all of her years traveling with him had she ever come close to seeing him close control..the closest was when they were face to face with the first Dalek he had seen after the War.  He had held that gun on her..on the creature next to her.  She still didn’t fear him, not then..but now..

Now was different.  

He was destructive in his wrath and she stumbled back, her back now firmly against the side of the TARDIS.  “What..what are you talking about?  What’s going on?  They said..they told me that you needed me.”  Before she could continue to question the man she heard his words.  

Smacking her might have hurt less.  She shouldn’t be here?  Indignation flowed through her veins and she stormed into the TARDIS after him.  “I woulda never left if I hadn’t met you.  You left me there with a copy of you..and you know what happened, do you?  If you do then you’re even more cruel than I thought..” She said and sniffled slightly, then realized that the TARDIS doors shut behind her.  

The inside was completely different, colder, more alien, she was used to the soft warmth of the golden and peach hues that the ship used to have. “You have loads of friends on Earth..Sarah Jane, Mickey, Martha..Donna..probably loads more since the last time I saw you..”  She said quietly and bit her lip.  Before she could say more, she collapsed to the ground, just crumpled like the thermos that he had been holding earlier.  

Then a loud trill pieced the air, a phone in her pocket was ringing.  Unit had prepared for this, implanted an off switch if you will.  Now it was time to talk to the man of the hour.

[twelfthmagician]

Sarah Jane… Sarah Jane was dead. Donna was as good as dead. Martha and Mickey worked for the people who had done this to him. They’d be dead soon enough. He tossed the useless metal tinker toy aside and leaned against the console. Every part of him was screaming for retribution. He heard her tirade, but felt nothing. That was the whole point of this wasn’t it? He had been tampered and manipulated with until he’d become heartless.

It was then he heard a thud. The Doctor wish he could say he was surprised. He wished he could summon enough compassion and understanding to be shocked at the lengths UNIT would go to get to him. But he couldn’t. If nothing else, they were proving him right. He carefully picked Rose up and placed her on a nearby couch before picking up the ringing phone.

“It won’t work,” he stated coldly as he answered, “whatever scheme your primitive little brains have thought up, it won’t work. Y’cut off your own hands. Now watch me not care… go on… say what you’re going t’say.”

[rosetotherescue]

The Misrepresentation of Rose Tyler||twelfthmagician

[twelfthmagician]

He hated Earth. There was no other word to explain the sheer revulsion he felt at the mere mention of it and its native species. They’d taken everything from him. They had manipulated and twisted his morals to suit their needs. They were butchers and they’d turned him into one of them all the while smiling to his face.

There was no wonder, or joy, or happiness left inside him. It had all be corroded away by acid green venom. Now, there was only rage and sadness and loathing to fill the void. They’d done their job too well. A pity he discovered them. Pathetic primitive apes the lot of them. The only reason he didn’t abandon the planet was the need to synthesize an antidote. The serum had been created using Terran toxins, he needed a full scan of the biosphere to begin to synthesize an antidote. And so he was in a random park area taking atmospheric composition readings with what looked to be a thermos with shiny bits blipping on it. Once the readings were done he closed the entire thing and headed back straight for his TARDIS.

He noted with irritation that there was someone there. His jaw clenched in ill contained fury. He didn’t have to see her face to know UNIT had sent her. The Doctor could all but smell it on her.

“Th’ last person UNIT sent t’fetch me lost most o’ their right arm,” he spat angrily as his Scottish brogue manifested, “so I suggest you go back an’ tell them you couldn’t find me before I get really irate an’ put a bullet in your head. An’ I’m bein’ nice ‘cos you’re a lady…”

[rosetotherescue]

“Ummm..” She stammered and withdrew her hand quickly.  He sounded hateful, mean and dangerous.  Nothing like the man she had been separated from.  UNIT had told her it had been years, they didn’t specify exactly how many.  Though for him to sound that way..something bad, something very bad must have happened.  

She shifted her weight to her other foot  and looked down at her attire.  She was wearing jeans and a jumper, her hair wasn’t quite as peroxided..and she didn’t cake makeup on like she did in years past..but still.  “Blimey..” She breathed out, her heart hammering.  Why was it so hard to just turn around?  Rose gulped and spun around on her heel.

“Hello..I um, I don’t know if you remember me or n..” She trailed off as she got her first good look at him in years.  He was different, so very different.  Older..and he was Scottish, she had gotten that much from listening to him bark at her.  “ot..” she finally finished her sentence and smiled at him.  “I was told that there was a Time Traveling alien in these parts..and well, he might just need a companion, someone that isn’t afraid of a bit of running and danger..”  She continued to smile and hesitated just slightly before taking a step toward him.  “Was also told to tell you that you have your Friends at UNIT to thank, they came and got me, all the way from Pete’s World..told me you needed me and I couldn’t get here quick enough..”  

She took a deep breath and let her eyes soak him in, his eyes were such an odd shade, green, brilliant green..she had seen blue, brown and now green.  “Say something..please?” She finally whispered and tucked a large chuck of blonde hair behind her ear nervously.

[twelfthmagician]

That voice, he knew that voice… His eyes widened and turned a soft, almost gentle cornflower blue. He stared at her in disbelief and very nearly dropped his scanner from the shock. She was speaking but the words took a moment to sink in.

“…you have your Friends at UNIT to thank…”

His eyes shifted to vivid emerald green and the veins on his temples darkened with venom. The metal thermos in his hand became rumpled with a sickening crunch as his bare fingers crushed it.

“Of course…” he rumbled muttering to himself as he turned away from her. The rage flowed out of him so easily like water out of a badly repaired dam. His fist slammed into the nearest tree making the wood buckle and splinter from the impact. He had to divert his wrath or he might just take it out on her. Oh but they were desperate to do this; to bring HER. They were stupider than he thought if they expected him to be manipulated.

“Do they really think this is going to change my mind?” he growled through clenched teeth before looking up at the drone far above spying on him. He brought out a pair of folded sunglasses and pointed them accusingly at the drone. “Do you really think this makes up for ANYTHING you and your SPECIES has done? Just be thankful I don’t pull the trigger on this ENTIRE MISERABLE ROCK!”

There was a high pitched whirr and the little drone burst into flames. His breath came in ragged bursts as he tucked the shades away and walked past Rose into the TARDIS. He paused briefly once he was inside and while he didn’t look back at her, he also didn’t close the door.

“I have no friends on Earth,” he stated quietly, “and you shouldn’t be here.”

[twelfthmagician]

Entry 004

I can do anything. Rules be damned. Time Lords, humans and everything in between can go to hell. I can and will do anything I damn well please. And that's exactly what I'll say if someone ever mentions the tank I left in a castle somewhere. Had been meaning to get rid of it...

[imxmissy-blog]

From Twelfthmagician: "You need someone to fix you, but I can't be that person"

Send my muse “You need someone to fix you, but I can’t be that person” for their reaction. @twelfthmagician

Ouch. That hit her where it hurt. But she didn’t let it show, as she simply smirked, her eyebrows raising, as she gave a look to The Doctor.

“Too bad. Woulda been fun. Seeing you try to fix meee.” She moved a little towards him, before frowning deeply, and placing her hands firmly on her hips as she looked away from him. “I seem to recall sayin’ that you would HELP, though. Back in one of your OTHER regenerations. I knew you lied, Doctor, but about helping your best friend?” She peered back to him. “That’s not very nice.”

[twelfthmagician]

He didn’t meet her gaze. He was making that face once more… shame filled him with that inescapable darkness. The Doctor knew everything he’d done, she didn’t need to list it. He knew he had lied. It didn’t matter what his intentions had been before, this wasn’t a rejection of her.

“And you made your position clear back then when you took that bullet,” he stated impassively, “you’d rather die than let me help you. So it’s obvious, I’m not the one who can fix you. But you should really find the person who can.”

[imxmissy-blog]

Her smirk faded, and she narrowed her eyes. Yes, that face again. Honestly, it only made her annoyance with him worse, more so than she would have been with just the words. 

“You really don’t GET me, do you? That’s disappointing, Doctor - I expected better from you. Time for a newsflash, I suppose.” She sighed, and dropped her hands down beside her, rocking back and forth a little. “I died so I could show you how it felt to be LEFT by you. Somethin’ that, ironically, happens all the time. I wanted to show you what it feels like to be mee. Out of all the years I’ve known you, wasn’t that one of the only times you’ve really offered to help? And meant it?” She gave him a look. “And all because you thought you were the last of your kind. Not because you really cared about ME. That - dying - was payback, Doctor. Not an answer to your offer. You should’ve known that.

Oh, and you also seem to forgotten that I walked back into the Time Lock for you too. Y’seem to have forgotten that.” She added, quietly, before raising an eyebrow and peering back to him. “But it doesn’t matter.” She said, a little more softly, as she tilted her head and attempted to meet his eyes. “Because it’s pointless. No one can fix me, dear, just like no one can fix you. We’re helpless. Except, of course, if you run your way back to Gallifrey. You may actually have a chance then..”

[twelfthmagician]

“My understanding of you is severely impaired by the fact that you’re completely MENTAL,” he retorted a bit sharply as his eyes glowed a deep emerald green, “you can’t just once let things go and move on. It’s always caveats and vengeance and petty retaliations. And you’re ALWAYS putting me in a position to choose the universe or you.”

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. It physically hurt to have her so near. More than anything else, he wanted to hold her.

“I’m tired of playing games, Missy. I’m tired of having t’be the grown up… of havin’ to tell you no.”

[rosetotherescue]

The Misrepresentation of Rose Tyler||twelfthmagician

The day had started out like any other for Rose Tyler, former companion to the Doctor, current location - a parallel universe fondly named, Pete’s World.  She was sitting in her office looking over reports, years removed from her time traveling in the TARDIS with the Doctor when a man appeared right in front of her desk, a familiar looking band strapped to his wrist. 

“Rose Marion Tyler?” he asked and stared at her, she arched an eyebrow and stood up quickly, her instincts and years of self defense lessons kicking in. Before she had time to answer him he was reaching across her desk and she felt a pull at her navel..she quite thought that it was what traveling via portkey in Harry Potter felt like.  

One minute she was in her office, the next - she was in another office - surrounded by faces she didn’t know.  “What the hell is going on?”

After several hours of explanations from UNIT high command and tears (she would never see her family again, but hadn’t she promised the Doctor forever?  The one she had been left with had slipped into a coma soon after the TARDIS disappeared - never to awaken..though she didn’t blame the Doctor..not too much anyway..) she was told that she was needed.  

The Doctor was alone..and everyone who knew the Doctor knew he should never be alone.  All she was told was that he had regenerated..again..and that he needed her.  She was sold.  She was back in her original Universe (she could always look up Mickey and see what he was doing) and the Doctor needed her.  

So two days after she arrived back here she was standing in front of a brilliant blue (she looked newer than the last time she had seen her) box.  She fingered the key attached to her necklace under her shirt and sighed.  The location was random, Hyde Park, UNIT assured her that the Doctor didn’t know that she was here - yet, but to feel free to tell him how she was rescued from a boring life of unending paperwork by his friends at UNIT.  

It had been years for her - so she could only imagine it would have been twice, if not three times as long for him.  Just walking in and saying Surprise might not go over so well.  “Right, well, knocking it is..” Then she did just that.  Knocked on the door to the place she once called home.  

@twelfthmagician

[twelfthmagician]

He hated Earth. There was no other word to explain the sheer revulsion he felt at the mere mention of it and its native species. They’d taken everything from him. They had manipulated and twisted his morals to suit their needs. They were butchers and they’d turned him into one of them all the while smiling to his face.

There was no wonder, or joy, or happiness left inside him. It had all be corroded away by acid green venom. Now, there was only rage and sadness and loathing to fill the void. They’d done their job too well. A pity he discovered them. Pathetic primitive apes the lot of them. The only reason he didn’t abandon the planet was the need to synthesize an antidote. The serum had been created using Terran toxins, he needed a full scan of the biosphere to begin to synthesize an antidote. And so he was in a random park area taking atmospheric composition readings with what looked to be a thermos with shiny bits blipping on it. Once the readings were done he closed the entire thing and headed back straight for his TARDIS.

He noted with irritation that there was someone there. His jaw clenched in ill contained fury. He didn’t have to see her face to know UNIT had sent her. The Doctor could all but smell it on her.

“Th’ last person UNIT sent t’fetch me lost most o’ their right arm,” he spat angrily as his Scottish brogue manifested, “so I suggest you go back an’ tell them you couldn’t find me before I get really irate an’ put a bullet in your head. An’ I’m bein’ nice ‘cos you’re a lady…”

[imxmissy-blog]

From Twelfthmagician: "You need someone to fix you, but I can't be that person"

Send my muse “You need someone to fix you, but I can’t be that person” for their reaction. @twelfthmagician

Ouch. That hit her where it hurt. But she didn’t let it show, as she simply smirked, her eyebrows raising, as she gave a look to The Doctor.

“Too bad. Woulda been fun. Seeing you try to fix meee.” She moved a little towards him, before frowning deeply, and placing her hands firmly on her hips as she looked away from him. “I seem to recall sayin’ that you would HELP, though. Back in one of your OTHER regenerations. I knew you lied, Doctor, but about helping your best friend?” She peered back to him. “That’s not very nice.”

[twelfthmagician]

He didn’t meet her gaze. He was making that face once more… shame filled him with that inescapable darkness. The Doctor knew everything he’d done, she didn’t need to list it. He knew he had lied. It didn’t matter what his intentions had been before, this wasn’t a rejection of her.

“And you made your position clear back then when you took that bullet,” he stated impassively, “you’d rather die than let me help you. So it’s obvious, I’m not the one who can fix you. But you should really find the person who can.”

[twelfthmagician]

Entry 003

I've noticed a change in Clara. She's less apeish and very keen on the whole time and space thing. She called me a hobby once, I don't know if that qualifies anymore.

I like her like this. It makes her less human and more... Other. Other is better, it distracts from the unsightly human bits. She's like a friend with a smoking habit.

I can't bring myself to hate her. The pain dulls when she's close.

She's not a fan of the shades or the guitar though...

[twelfthmagician]

Entry 002

She's alive and she cares. Skaro... Skaro was difficult. I don't know what else to say in these things. It hurt to have her near. I could physically feel the venom count duplicating exponentially. It felt like someone was filleting my central nervous system. I couldn't look at her. Perception filters never worked on the Master. Looking at me now... It looks like the eyes are stayin' green. Prolonged exposure or somethin' like that. I haven't told Clara and I don't think Kate will either. Just as well, it can be our twisted little secret. I wish I was dead.

[ksica]

[twelfthmagician]

Note to self...

I don't think Clara has noticed. The perception filter is working. She's been hangin' 'round more. I wonder if she's hiding from something.