The Master
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Post by The Master on Jun 25, 2017 9:15:46 GMT
 And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ The Master had long learned that nothing was impossible. Rather, many things within life were improbably. Impossibility only came into the equation when one allowed the idea of it to enter their mind. After all, in thinking that certain things could not be achieved one limited oneself and thus became incapable of achieving things that might have otherwise been within their scope.
The Time Lock had been no different. Supposedly, it was impossible to escape. There was no clear entrance or exit, creating an eternity within a nightmare of a war. It had been for this reason that the Time Lords had been so desperate to escape even if it would mean dragging the war out with them. However, the Master knew things were never so simple. Exits could often be created and sometimes loopholes existed. A crack, a flaw within the original design- there was always something that should not be present and it could be found as long as one looked at things from the right perspective.
So, the Master changed his perspective and found his answer.
Escaping was easy business. He was not a person who was easily caged. As such, he escaped, stealing another cycle of regenerations and a TARDIS. He traveled into disaster, a clear target. However, he soon found it: the flaw in the design. As such, he escaped and he hurtled out of the lock.
As the TARDIS traveled through the time vortex, the Master struggled to pilot the ship. He grimaced as his body began stabilizing, having gone through a regeneration. He quickly grasped the console, trying to steady himself. After a moment, he grasped a mirror before pulling back slightly. "Now that's a familiar face," he muttered before shaking his head. Quickly, he began to check where he was. "Earth?" No, he was definitely leaving and as quickly as possible. Taking to the console, he began to make work on leaving immediately. However, it did not take long for his patience to run short.
"Of all the times!" Of course his regeneration had messed with the ship. Pinching his brow, he tried to gather his temper. Opening his eyes, his gaze went to his clothes. He sighed. "Clothes, food, and let it cool off." If he was lucky nothing had followed him out of the time lock.
Making his way through the TARDIS, the Master began to change. Switching from his raggedy, smaller clothing, he changed into more formal clothing. He had taken to a dark suit with a long trench coat. Putting on some gloves, he immediately left, absently locking the TARDIS as it took upon an inconspicuous form.
Now what to eat? He was not sure what he liked this time around. Perhaps best to try through trial and error? It was not like he knew what was around this area.
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Britt Casey
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Post by Britt Casey on Jun 26, 2017 3:34:16 GMT
The pub was an old establishment, with a lot of history. Plenty of people had sauntered up to that old oak bar and put away many a pint. It was always nice to enter a place with that kind of longevity. Which was not to say that Montreal didn't have it's fair share of old sections. They were, by comparison, far more recent. Britt sat at the end of the bar, nursing her latest round and watching the football match. For an old place, it was certainly doing well enough to afford some of the more modern amenities.
Flat screen TVs and even wireless. Which was handy, as she checked her email. A quick scroll through provided little of interest. Just more confirmation of where she would need to be and when. She rolled her eyes. If it wasn't easy money, she probably wouldn't have bothered...plus, there were few assignments she could refuse from Jack. The old curmudgeon had always done right by her. But, the upcoming summit was going to be dreadfully boring. A lot of stuffy politicians patting each other on the back and listening to themselves talk.
"That'll be a real treat." she muttered and took a sip. Still as refreshing as when she first claimed the bar stool. Not being in an airplane was also a good start. Well, whatever her current assignment lacked in excitement, Britt was determined to make up for it as soon as she was off the clock. She was sure to find something around here to keep her interest. Maybe even someONE if she played her cards right.
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The Master
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Post by The Master on Jun 26, 2017 6:50:19 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ There were numerous delicacies that the Master could have indulged in, from quaint to complex. For everything that he despised about the human race, they were quite good at being creative and offering selection. Of course, they were not the best. In fact, he was sure he could think of at least five species that were better despite their inferiority to Gallifrey. However, he supposed even apes had the occasional charming quality. It was merely a shame that such traits were in the minority when it came to the human race.
He straying off thought. He did hope that did not become a habit. After all, he had had so many last time. He would prefer to have some amount of sense. Now then, food. The idea of the rubbish he had indulged in before was horrendous. Perhaps something a bit more... cultured? Bitter? He was not entirely sure what he wanted, but it was definitely not sweet nor something that was meant to be within the mouths of five year old humans.
Though, he had not seemed to have stopped in the most cultured of towns. Unfortunate, but he supposed that this could at least allow him to gather some information. He had likely missed a fair amount, what with being stuck in a time lock. Moreover, there was nothing better than mindless gossip to help him pick up whether anything noticeable was happening.
His gaze drifted around before pausing on one of the nearby establishments. Perfect.
Entering the pub, the Master seated himself down on one of the bar stools. His lips curved into a frown as his eyes roamed over the menu, not immediately paying attention to the person he had seated himself next to.
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Post by Britt Casey on Jun 27, 2017 1:08:58 GMT
There had been a rather pleasant view of one of the other patrons, that was abruptly cut off when a newcomer arrived. The tall man blocked Britt's view and she had to lean out, to watch the other young woman pay her tab and leave. Well, so much for that idea. She gave a half-hearted shrug before her new neighbor came back into view. He was a taller sort of fellow with dark hair that was graying at the sides. And the way he was looking at that menu, seemed to imply that he was getting frustrated at...something.
Surely not the offerings of the pub. It wasn't anything extravagant, no, but it was certainly standard fair for this kind of place. Surely that couldn't have been all that surprising, unless he was some kind of vampire that had woken up from a centuries long rest. A bad joke, yes...but Britt had never felt herself to be too far above a bad joke here and there. She chuckled herself, "Tough call, eh?" she said.
"Place like this, the fish and chips are usually a safe bet." Perhaps she was a feeling a bit...charitable with the free advice. And if she was going to be sharing bar space with a stranger, some small talk wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
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The Master
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Post by The Master on Jun 27, 2017 3:10:59 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ The menu was not too off in regards to what should have been on one in a British pub during Earth in the twenty-first century. There were a few items that the Master found foreign, but those could easily be explained away by the pub itself or his absence. Nonetheless, the Time Lord did find himself unsure as to what he should get. Pursing his lips, he found himself about to get something relatively common when someone next to him spoke up.
The Master's gaze shifted to the person next to him. She was more than likely a mortal and had an appearance that was about a decade younger than his own. Overall, her appearance was relatively ordinary, but he would be lying if he said he had not seduced women with worse appearances. Lucy had certainly been incredibly plain and not only in appearances. He should only hope that this human was not so dull.
His lips twitched upwards slightly. giving the slightest sign of amusement. "Indeed," he said, "I imagine that I might have to think for awhile." There was a touch of sarcasm to the words. It was not cruel, but it was clear that he was joking. Though, it was odd. He had not been sarcastic before. In fact, his sense of humour had often been one that was unappreciated. Of course, he was not complaining. Sarcasm was often far more well received by lower lifeforms than the type of humour his last few regenerations had enjoyed. It was not too surprising. Finding mass murder humorous often made people doubt one's sanity.
He rose an eyebrow at the suggestion. It had been on his mind already. "Good think I was considering getting that then," he said. However, it would probably be best to keep this conversation going now that it had begun. After all, who knew what he might learn. "Though, I must ask, is there something wrong with the rest of the menu?"
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Post by Britt Casey on Jun 29, 2017 0:53:36 GMT
Well, someone certainly had a dry sense of humor. She didn't mind the comment. A jest in return to her own joking comment wasn't to be unexpected and it certainly didn't sound like he had taken offense to her interjection. Britt let out a slight chuckle before pausing for another sip. She gave a shrug of a shoulder to the question at hand.
"Nothing terrible about it." she said, "And it certainly isn't lethal."
She took another pause to look upwards for moment, "At least...I don't THINK it is."
Truth be told, she found the menu to be quite adequate. It certainly wasn't the best food she had ever eaten, but Britt had also sampled some of the world's worst offerings. Desperate times did call for desperate measures. Still, she had probably let the joke go on for a bit longer than was probably fair to the chef.
"Heh, like I said, there's nothing wrong with it. All pretty standard fare."
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Post by The Master on Jun 29, 2017 2:14:53 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ The Master had always known that humans were a sub-par species. A regeneration had never been able to change that opinion and, in some cases, it had even strengt6hened his faith in it. However, the idea that such mindless apes might hold such low standards was quite appalling. Then again, what was he expecting from a species with such dim senses.
He rose an eyebrow. "Good to know I will not die from a meal here." His lips quirked in amusement. He spared a moment to order some fish and chips before turning his attention back to the human woman. "I believe I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Cyrill."
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Post by Britt Casey on Jun 29, 2017 3:20:59 GMT
Things were going pleasantly enough. At least as far as Britt was able to ascertain. With no insight into the thoughts of the man sitting next to her, she was so far unaware of the utter contempt he had for her and the rest of mankind. But, the order was in and fish and chips had won the day.
"Well, nice to meet you Cyrill." she replied and raised her glass, "Name's Britt. So, what brings you to this little corner of London?"
He certainly wasn't a regular, but she couldn't quite place his point of origin. British, most likely. Although this was hardly the time in which one could identify which street a person lived on, based on their accent. So she remained curious and decided to pursue the conversation a bit further. After all, a football match could only provide so much entertainment and she might as well make the most of the situation at hand. Some idle conversation and figuring out just what sort of story had just walked into her bar.
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Post by The Master on Jun 29, 2017 4:55:44 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ There was a level amusement to the entire situation. Of course, it was not that the woman had said anything particularly funny. Rather, the Master found it fairly amusing how easy it was to deceive the human. He had not used any hypnotism, yet the woman believed what he had said thus far and did not appear to hold any distrust towards him.
His lips curved into a small smile. Perfect. They had come to the exact topic he had wished to speak about. He would have to speak well. After all, being blunt could be quite foolish. It brought a level of suspicion and people tended to think such people mad. Moreover, he was no Doctor and hardly wanted to come off as a madman. It would be best to have her give him the information he wanted, whether it was inclined towards danger or not, and think there was nothing unusual about it.
"Nice to meet you as well," he said, "I am from out of town and my work brought me here." Naturally, it was a story. However, the Master was made up of nothing but stories. Within this moment, it was better to not be the Master- at least, to an extent. "I am a writer, looking for something strange, unique or inspiring to base my novel off of. I am afraid I have nothing yet." He gazed at her curiously. "Perhaps you have an idea? Know anything I could base it off of?" There was a level of humour to the last bit that he said, making it sound as if he were merely joking.
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Post by Britt Casey on Jul 6, 2017 1:11:31 GMT
A writer walks into a bar, in search of inspiration. That was something of an amusing notion...probably at home in an Ernest Hemingway story, so perhaps he was on the right track. And if it was a story he wanted, Britt was pretty sure that she could provide a tale or two. Her own career had taken her to plenty of strange places.
"I might be able to help you out, there." she said, setting her glass down on the bar, "Though, I guess it depends on what kinda strange strikes your fancy."
Having a good few stories was always nice to have in your back pocket. Although, this Cyrill fellow wasn't exactly in the demographic she was hoping to impress with them. But, her options for conversation were also rather limited at the moment. "I'm a photojournalist, myself. That job's taken me to some of the weirder spots on the planet."
Although Britt did not know she was talking to someone who had traveled to places farther flung than her own well worn passport could attest to.
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Post by The Master on Jul 6, 2017 18:57:59 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ The Master's fish and chips arrived, but were ignored as the human began to answer. While the touch of hunger he had been suffering from had not left him, he found that it could be ignored for the moment. He could not possibly know whether the human before him knew anything of importance. However, due to the nature of how he left, anything that might have appeared could have been part of today or tomorrow. At worst, it could have landed in the past, though he found this unlikely. As he had not been doing much piloting himself, the TARDIS had brought him to this time period and place a reason.
A touch of sheepishness overtook his expression. "Anything would do, to be honest," he admitted, chuckling slightly, "I have been suffering from a bit of writer's block, so I am not entirely sure what I should write about."
His expression into an interested one at the mention of photojournalist. "Is that so?" he queried. His gaze flickered slightly as a man nearby began to make a bit of fuss at what was on the television before turning back to Britt. How annoying.
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Post by Britt Casey on Jul 13, 2017 0:10:05 GMT
If there was thing that Britt could find in common among her travels, it was that there were few things that could get people as universally worked up as a sporting event. Case in point, the gentleman who was currently arguing with the television screen. A penalty did seem to be going in his particular direction. Britt didn't pay it much mind. It was the sort of thing that could be easily ignored and if she was a bit more invested in the match on the screen, she may have either commiserated with his lamentations or crowed about it.
It all depended on whether she felt like getting into an argument about it or not. As it stood, there were far more interesting things to discuss with this Cyril fellow. Writer's block not something she was familiar with. Of course, writing up stories wasn't exactly in her wheel house. She took the pictures that told the story.
"Indeed it is." she said, retrieving her glass to take another sip, "Just flew in today, as a matter of fact. Some big announcement they got going on. Probably just some climate agreement or something. Doubt there'd be much there for you to write about, unless you like a bunch of world leaders slapping each other on the back."
Actually, they had been playing the goals of the meeting rather close to the chest. It kind of annoyed Jack, but that wasn't her problem. OK, it was a little bit her problem, as she had to deal with her editor, but she wasn't responsible for the headlines and the deadlines...she just had to get the pictures and send them back home. Then, maybe, she would get to something a little more exciting.
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Post by The Master on Jul 14, 2017 19:22:33 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ It was fairly ridiculous how easy people could be tricked without the use of of hypnotism or a bit of advanced technology. Whether one was human or another primitive species, people tended to be willing to believe a fair amount as long as a person had a proper name and a good story. In fact, the human before him seemed to be a good example. Despite his lack of proof of what he had told her and the fact that they had just met, she did not appear to distrust him at all. Moreover, she had yet to show sign of disbelieving anything he had said and had already begun to answer his query.
This was all ridiculously easy. He half hoped that there actually was trouble on the planet just so he might be provided with some sort of challenge. After all, humans did tend to make it too easy. Yet, it seemed as if this had been answered just as he had thought it with what the meat bag said next. It appeared as thought she was here for something. An announcement sounded like something that could potentially be ordinary or hold something a bit more devious than ordinary politics.
His lips quirked upwards. "Press conferences do tend to be a bit dull," he said, purposely making an assumption in case he was wrong.
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