The Master

035 [video]

soundsofdrums — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 21:14:07 GMT

Nothing ever lasts very long in this city, but my, my, have you people made quite the mess of it this time. Will someone care to fill me in as to just how this entire fiasco got started? I'd like to know who to blame for the fact that I now have to find a way to rebuild a good quarter of my house. Physical labor has never been my thing.

Almost reminds me of a few months back. Oh, I'm getting nostalgic now. I do miss that Moriarty fellow. I wonder whatever became of the poor bastard.

Private to Jack // Unhackable

A word.

034 [video]

soundsofdrums — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 15:37:48 GMT

Fire, death, and destruction. Ah, it's just like how my home planet was starting to get. but with far less giant metal pepper shakers and far more....whatever the hell is causing all of this. To be honest, it's difficult to keep track or pay attention. Well! The heroes always come around to inevitably save the day, now, don't they? And that's certainly not me, so I think this is one thing I'm just going to wait out.

I don't much appreciate the damage to my house, however. I liked my little workshop room. It's going to be terribly annoying to properly gather up everything that's stuck under the debris now.

I'm not exactly the type of man that readily offers assistance, nor do any of my particular skillsets even fit anything that could be assissted with, so I'll just wish you all good luck.

Private to the Doctor and Juliet // Unhackable

You two--and the kittens, of course--are the only ones I particularly care about keeping safe.

Doctor, you are not to leave this house under any circumstances short of a structural collapse. For once, resist your urge to play savior to the universe. I am not going to drag your corpse back here a second time.

Juliet, what is your current status, and do you have Spike looking after you?

033 [video]

soundsofdrums — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 02:28:01 GMT

Hmmmmm. You know, I think that I've come to a realization. If I were to go by Earth time--and oh, these calculations are annoying--I believe that today would technically be my birthday. Sort of. Depends on if you count time when I was dead, how you factor in my time as a human, but!

904. I really am an old man. At the least, things are finally looking up. Very much so.

032 [video]

soundsofdrums — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:48:20 GMT

New Year's Eve. Humans really do love their holidays around this time of the year, don't they? One after the other after the other and oh, you just never give it a break.

I'm terribly bored right now, so why don't I open up a little poll question? Tell me, fellow citizens, just how do you celebrate this holiday? Any traditions? I'm wondering just what kind of little party to throw myself, maybe.

031 [video]

soundsofdrums — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 04:17:17 GMT

[The Master does not exactly look as if he's in the best of states. His normally immacuate shirt is stained with blood, a smear of it dried on his cheek. But it isn't his. His eyes are tired and he looks clearly worn down, exhausted.

Defeated.

Even his voice is hoarse when he speaks.]

A public service announcement to whoever is friends with the Doctor. He's---incapacitated at the moment, and will be for a little while. Knowing this place, hopefully no more than a few days, but I can't make any guarantees. And before I start getting the automatic blame--I'm looking at you, Harkness--I had nothing to do with it. If I killed him, it'd be in a much more dignified fashion than this.

You'll just have to wait a bit for your savior of the universe to get back to his usual business.

[He looks offscreen for several moments before swallowing, leaning in and quickly shutting the PCD off afterward.]

030 [video]

soundsofdrums — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 03:09:54 GMT

Ah, it's been nice to be back in my own body. Last week wasn't particularly what I would call pleasant, though we've had worse tricks played on us by the Animus. Not that I'm any more pleased with them, of course.

It really is strange to watch seasons pass by sequentially in an Earth fashion. Time Lord and all, I hardly lived my lives in anything close to a linear path through time. How...quaint. A little dull and so slow but I suppose it has a bit of charm to it.

I am looking forward to proper snow. Ooh, we can even build snowmen, have snowball fights, it'll just be like childhood.

Private to Juliet // Unhackable

...I have a question. Do you know how to knit? If so... [He looks more than a little uncomfortable and hesitant about this next part.] Would it be possible for you to teach me the basics?

029 [video]

soundsofdrums — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 04:53:18 GMT

[It may look and sound like the Doctor on screen now, but it's actually the Master, still stuck in his body. The Time Lord looks more than a little worn out, and he's rubbing his temples.]

Your damned brain is too weak to properly deal with this, Doctor. You already owe me quite a bit, and this is going on your tab--and it's going to be a sizable charge.

[He grumbles, sitting down on his bed. Temporarily taking the drums back into his own mind had sounded like a decent idea on paper (even if he still didn't know why he was being nice), but he hadn't counted on the fact that the Doctor's physical brain just couldn't handle it very well. The sound's been louder and sharper and more painful than it's been in a long time, and he's had a constant migraine.]

My damned kingdom for some painkillers, or at least to be back in my own body.

028 [video]

soundsofdrums — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 15:24:39 GMT

I've been insane most of my life, but this--this is something else.

[The Master is trying to look amused, but to anyone who knows him well enough, they might be able to tell that his smile is incredibly forced.]

The Gallifreyan equivalent of a mental asylum. How droll. Why even waste their resources on such a thing when there's apparently still a war going on? Hellooooo, Time Lords, you're about to get burned into oblivion. And I get a front row seat to it all this time. Possibly even a participant's badge.

[A pause, and just laughs a bit.] No, nonono. You're getting me good this time, Animus, but you need to try harder. I won't believe a bit of this. You will not tell me that all of this time has been meaningless.

[For a split second, his face goes deadly serious.]

You will not take this away from me.

[...And then comes back the grin, and he cuts off the feed for now.]

Private to the Tenth Doctor // Hackable by the Eleventh if he so desires

How have you be--- [He cuts himself off, pausing as he tries to find a different way to word it.] Have you been going as extra insane as I've been lately? Funny dreams? Being told that none of this is real? I'm stuck back in the bloody Time War. And of course, you're nowhere to be found.

But no. None of that is real. What kind of cruel universe would we live in, if all the lovely things we've gone through together since then were suddenly, whoosh, disappeared? Just a figment of my twisted imagination? Like that could ever be the case.

[But there's a hint of unsureness in his gaze. He chews a little on his bottom lip before just turning off the PCD.]

027 [accidental video]

soundsofdrums — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 04:24:12 GMT

[When the screen first pops on, all that can be seen is a black nose. There's some sniffing at the camera, before the owner of said nose sits back--it's Koschei the kitten, who appears to have turned on the PCD by himself.

Another thing of note on the screen is in the corner of the image, where the Master can be seen sitting on a bed, holding a blood soaked rag to his ankle. He's talking to himself, clearly not amused.]

Who puts a bloody bear trap in the middle of the damned street.

[Koschei looks back at the Master before turning back to the camera, staring at it pointedly until it times out.]

026 [video]

soundsofdrums — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 01:17:58 GMT

I'm starting to think that I should invest in a coat. Where does one even get a coat around here, anyway? It's hardly as if--

[He's interrupted by a certain other Time Lord blustering his way in. The Doctor skips in, going immediately through the kitchen and rifling through the drawers.]

Master, do we have any paint brushes somewhere? Or rollers? That might be better...

...Why do you ask?

Because I need them. Ah! Here we go!

[He snatches a couple of rollers out of a drawer (what were those doing there?) and dashes back outside, leaving the door open. The Master sighs, mutters "I'm afraid to ask", but proceeds to get up and follow him. He keeps the PCD on and with him as he walks outside to reveal.... The Doctor. Painting the outer walls of the building. Bright blue. Bright, TARDIS blue. The Master stares, practically horrified.]

What in the name of Rassilon are you doing to my house?!

Making it more homey. It was boring before, and when we're done, it won't be!

[The Doctor beams proudly at his work. The Master, on the other hand, practically flails, storming over.]

You're making it look like your bloody TARDIS!

Well, yes, that is the idea. Come help me. This is going to take all day if I do it by myself.

I'm not painting our house this ridiculous color!

Well I am.

...fine. You know what? Fine. I'll help you paint.

[The Master goes over, picking up a brush and dipping it into the paint. He goes to work, painting a series of circles and the like on the wall, stands back, and admires his handiwork.]

...Oh, very funny, Master.

[He scowls at the circles. It's old Gallifreyan, a language lost to all but the last of the Time Lords. The Doctor is a douchebag.]

((ooc: Master is in red, Doctor is in blue. Tags can come from either or both!))

025 [semi-accidental video]

soundsofdrums — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 13:55:49 GMT

[It's difficult to tell the exact number due to the fog, but the Master is currently standing by a group of numorous graves. The most prominent has a Gallifreyan name inscribed into it as well as a date in the same language, unreadable by anyone but himself and perhaps two or three others in Adstringendum as of current. Surrounded by this large grave are almost a dozen others, the first of which says "ΘΣ" and as well has a date in Gallifreyan writing. The other graves, for the most part, simply say "The Doctor". Their "birth" and death dates are largely in the Earth dating system, though not all of them make sense continuity-wise. Underneath every name, however, there's a number in Gallifreyan. The Master crouches down next to the grave with the number ten on it, tracing his finger over the name and date, of which isn't visible on the camera.]

You really are an idiot, aren't you? I don't think that I even want to know--though I do hope it had something to do with me, even so.

[He gets up and turns around, about to leave when he notices another patch of graves nearby. This one is larger, but with a similar layout: in the center is the largest of the graves, one with a name also in full Gallifreyan. The Master freezes up completely at seeing this. Another says "Коще́й" with another Gallifreyan date. The others, of which there are at least a dozen and a half, mostly say "The Master" with a few smatterings of other names and aliases. There's even one for "Harold Saxon", with a death date of 30 June, 2007.

He sneers, about to walk away from his own personal graveyard, but pauses at one of the stones. It says "The Master" on it, but a smaller one lays beside it reading "Tremas, Keeper of Traken". Something shimmers in the fog, and if one looks very carefully, there suddenly seems to be a ghost standing in front of the larger stone. He's dressed in all black, with a neat, short dark beard. The ghost reaches his hand out towards the Master--the current one--but before he can fully react, there's a burst of what almost seems like flames, a cry of agony, and then just like that, the ghost is gone.

By this point, the Master is looking incredibly pale and sick, and decides that maybe it's best to just leave the place.]

024 [video]

soundsofdrums — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 17:07:48 GMT

[Compared to how he'd been looking over the past few weeks, the Master looks rather...content. Almost happy, really. Almost.]

There just can't simply be one without the other for too long. Good thing for this city, it didn't try my patience for very long. And now I have a manic, annoying cat as well as an equal manic as annoying Time Lord to share this house with again. Honestly, I prefer the cat, even if I suspect that he's been gossiping about me.

[Pause.] Really, though, who speaks cat? When in nine hundred years do you ever get the idea "Hm, you know, maybe I should learn how to speak to felines"? Even I can't speak cat, and I was part cheetah for a good while back in my second to last body thanks to an unfortunate virus.

Ah, well. What can you do? Maybe I'll take up the language myself--it's not as if I have much else to do.

023 [video]

soundsofdrums — Fri, 07 Oct 2011 20:20:00 GMT

It can get so quiet around here once you're grown used to incessant, idiotic babbling around your living area all of the time--and then, poof! Gone, without so much as a goodbye. Vanished like some cheap magic trick. Then again, it isn't as if there's been a very good track record set to begin with. I'll just have to focus my energies elsewhere, then. Speaking of...

[He turns in his chair, glancing over at his bed. Curled up there, swatting at a few scrap electronics, is a small kitten. It's a dark golden color and can't be more than a few months old. The Master frowns.]

Theta, leave those alone.

Private to Lucifer // Unhackable

What of that gate we were so keen on working on opening, hmmm?

022 [video]

soundsofdrums — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 14:02:38 GMT

[He's always been good at controlling his outward appearance, so the Master doesn't look as upset as he really is. Still, there's quiet anger turmoiling just beneath the surface. A fury that barely contained. Only his eyes betray this, if you look hard enouigh.

The blood soaking his dress shirt and the two bulletholes in the chest area of it add a bit to the look.]

What an unfortunate week. We'll all just move on from it, lest it become a game of just who acted more idiotic, hmm?

Private to the Eleventh Doctor // Unhackable

Happy to get all of that out of your system, aren't you now?

021 [video]

soundsofdrums — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 15:12:55 GMT

[Filtered to Sonja and Juliet // Somewhat hackable]

[There's unhappy, and there's what the Master looks like right now. He's clearly been crying for a while, his eyes red-rimmed, even if he's tried to clean himself up a bit.]

S-Sonja...Juliet...either of you... I'd..really appreciate someone to talk to right now. Things went...so horribly wrong, and I--

[He chokes up with a slight sob, and scrambles to end the call. But he fails to actually hit the button, so left on the screen for a good few minutes before the feed times off is a sobbing Time Lord curled up in on himself.]

020 [video]

soundsofdrums — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 16:05:44 GMT

[The Master looks a little awkward on the video screen; nervous, shy, even. Still, there's a small smile on his face. When he speaks, it's rather quiet.

Terribly unlike him, but such are the Animus.]

I reallly do hope that whatever goes on this week, the city remains safe. It's gone through so much already, and people have been hurt enough. Just a little bit of peace would be ever so nice.

Is there anything I can do to help anyone who have been badly affected by the destruction that's happened far too often in the past few weeks?

Private to the Eleventh Doctor // Completely and utterly easily hackable by anyone

[Ok, now he just looks like a very nervous little girl now.]

Ah, I was--I was wondering, Doctor, if perhaps... Well. I mean. I know we haven't gotten along for several centuries. But...um, I mean, well, the two of us got along so well two weeks ago. And I liked it a lot. It made me happier than I've been in a long time. I just--if it's okay with you, of course--wanted to know if you wanted to spend some more time together. I'd like to get to know you, this new regeneration of yours. I do like it.

019 [video]

soundsofdrums — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 16:07:30 GMT

Back to our minds. Thank you so very much, Animus. I can't remember a bloody thing past the last few months.

Let's see. [He ticks off each fact on his hand as he counts.] My name is the Master. I'm a Time Lord, whatever that is. I have two hearts. The skinny idiot living with me is the same as me, and I can... sense one--two others?

And there's this infernal drumming that won't stop--- [He knocks against the walll he's near. One two three four. One two three four.] Is that another game of theirs? A bit hard to focus when you can barely think.

018 [video]

soundsofdrums — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 19:23:30 GMT

[The Master is...back to looking a bit bruised and beaten, though not as horribly as he was a week or two back. Nonetheless, he still looks exhausted.]

Now, is this little fun time over with already? I didn't particularly enjoy having to play hero, especially when I'm certain that my efforts are going to be wholly underappreciated.

I could use a vacation.

Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor // Visible to the Tenth Doctor // Unhackable

You. You owe me big time.

017 [video]

soundsofdrums — Tue, 30 Aug 2011 21:21:45 GMT

[Yes, he's still at the clinic. Yes, he's still a bit injured and mentally unstable. No, he does not look any happier. It's a less silent anger than before, and his eyes are more focused, however.]

It never ends around here, does it, hmmm? It looks like someone's trying to have their own little fun with mind control. Pathetic attempt, if you'll ask me. Even more pathetic: hostages? I mean, really? Give up while you're ahead.

Filtered to the Tenth Doctor // Unhackable

Keep your mental walls up. I know you slept through practically every class on telepathy back at Academy, but now's not the time for your usual lazy stupidity.

And is it just me, or is there something not quite right your future self? When I sense him, something's simply....off. Even during the day hours.

Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor // Unhackable

You. Where are you. You've stopped visiting, my dear, and something's off with your mind.

016 [video, backdated to Saturday]

soundsofdrums — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 04:44:37 GMT

[The Master isn't quite looking at the PCD when it turns on. Currently, he's laid up in a bed in the clinic, bandages wrapped around his head and various parts of his body, including his neck. Cuts and bruises litter his skin, and he's looking incredibly worse from the wear. His eyes are hardly focused, as well, and when he speaks, he doesn't even look at the screen yet. His voice is quiet, hoarse even.]

Whoever decided it would be...a funny idea to attack me? ...Big mistake.

[With that, he looks at the screen, gaze hardening for just a brief moment.]

I will find out who you are.

[He goes silent as he looks away and gets that far-off look again. It's fairly obvious that his body wasn't the only thing just recently damaged. After several moments, he reaches over, fumbling for the PCD and turning it off.]

015 [video]

soundsofdrums — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 21:26:48 GMT

Is it really so much to ask, just to keep my normal lovely Time Lord body? But no. First I'm stuck as a human, and now--

[The way the camera is, the Master can only be seen from the torso up. Other than the fact that he's shirtless--no point in clothes in his current state--and a set of gills on his neck, he looks fairly normal.]

At least my general senses and the like have remained in tact, even if I'm essentially some...aquatic hybrid now. I'll just content myself with the fact that I'm not the only one dealing with this.

[He grumbles, reaching over to turn off the PCD. If you look carefully, you might catch a glimpse of what looks to be...tentacles?]

014 [video]

soundsofdrums — Fri, 05 Aug 2011 23:23:46 GMT

Well. It's gotten cheerful around here. Is this the Animus' way of apologizing to us? I never really cared for festivals, so I might sit this one out. Maybe. Who knows. If I'm bored enough, I might check things out. And I do get awfully bored around here, awfully easily.

[He starts absentmindedly tapping his fingertips again. The usual beat. Onetwothreefour, onetwothreefour.]

I'll have to think of some new projects.

[Filtered to Lucifer // Unhackable]

So. Are we actually doing anything right now?

013 [video] (forward dated to midnight)

soundsofdrums — Sun, 31 Jul 2011 23:20:18 GMT

Ah, to finally have two hearts again. The Animus took their time this round in getting things back to normal, didn't they? And oh, it was so quiet, far too quiet. It's as the saying goes, not realizing just what something means to you until it's gone.

Being human was a terrible muddling of senses. Good thing that we're all back to...normal. Maybe a few reintroductions are in store.

Juliet, how are you faring, by the way?

[Filtered to the Tenth Doctor // Unhackable]

Well, well, well! This place just can't get enough of you, can it?

[Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor // Unhackable]

It's so comforting to see that your sense of fashion continues to do nothing but degrade and be absolutely ridiculous. It's the constant little things in the universe that keep you going, you know. So! Try not to destroy all of space-time by causing a paradox.

[Filtered to Moriarty // Unhackable]

We'll have to do this again sometime soon.

012 [video]

soundsofdrums — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 13:09:12 GMT

...You humans are like paper sometimes.

[Have a displeased Master yet again. Why this time? Well, it could be from the bruises and scrapes covering him, the rather horrible looking black eye he has... His little scuffle with Jack didn't exactly go as intended.]

Isn't this supposed to have just ended?

[Private to Moriarty // Unhackable]

Now seems as good a time as ever to put our first plan forward. I feel like being crafty today, what do we need made?

011 [action, private to Jack]

soundsofdrums — Sun, 17 Jul 2011 17:53:07 GMT

[It had been a fairly normal day, at least for time spent in Adstringendum. As normal as things could get with everyone being human. The Master was still terribly unamused by this event, still badly stressed and twitchy at his own humanity as well as the lack of drums. It felt wrong, it was against everything he had ever been. Even knowing that the Doctor was suffering a similar fate wasn't helping him at all.

For now, he decides to simply take a stroll, not wanting to be idle and muse on his own quiet thoughts and singular heartbeat. Maybe he'd blow up another building or two.]