The Master
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the doctor's arch-nemesis
" You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. "
timelord ✧
Posts: 116
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 2000 or something
Occupation: Perpetual Nuisance
In Love W/: It is Complicated
Written By: Momo
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Post by The Master on Nov 17, 2020 2:52:41 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ The Master found himself quickly moving around his TARDIS as he flew. Quickly gripping onto the console as it was beginning to land, he turned his attention to the console, tapping away to check what time he was in as the TARDIS itself was beginning to blend in with his external surroundings. "The Victorian era," he mused before slowly straightening as the TARDIS came to a stand still, "Excellent, excellent."
Walking away from the console he began wandering throughout the TARDIS until he arrived to the wardrobe. A grimace crossed his face. "I really need to go shopping," he muttered to himself as he began looking through what he had. A great deal of older clothing- uniform-like pantsuits to extravagant Gallifreayan robes- neatly hung on hangers. Notably, most of it appeared to be black and what little color could be found was not much brighter unless it came his homeland. He had added clothing that was lighter as of late; however, he had not bought much yet, such frivolities not something he particularly wanted to do.
Though, it was becoming a bit clear that he would have to do some shopping unless he wanted someone to try and kill him.
"Here we are," he said pulling out something that seemed like it would fit the era. Gathering the clothing, he quickly got dressed before heading back to the console. Turning one of the mirrors towards him, he looked in it before absently messing with his hair. "Take care of everything while I'm gone, will you, my dear?" he said airily to the TARDIS. Despite seeming to get no reply, the Master turned and pushed open the doors with a cane. Stepping out, he placed a hat on his head, his gaze briefly turning to the worn door against a wall that the TARDIS had disguised itself as. Letting the doors shut, he carefully locked the TARDIS before slipping his keys in his pockets.
"Now to find some entertainment," he mused to himself. It shouldn't be too difficult. If anything, these eras were quite good at offering such things, what with killers on the loose and bodies constantly dropping. Though, he supposed he could do something a bit more civilized. He couldn't say he particularly recalled the last time he did anything of the sort- a fault of his last regeneration, he supposed. He'd had...questionable tastes then.
The thought didn't last long as the bell tolled, the lights in the city flickering.
The Master had felt many forms of pain. He was not unfamiliar with grasping for life, so close to death that he lacked corporeality and could only be called, in the most mundane of terms, a spirit. The only difference was that last time he had felt such a feeling there had been no body to return to, just those of others to possess. This time there was. It was entirely agonizing. Distantly, he recognized that it was not physical, far more as if someone had been trying to make a mental attack but far more intrusive. Before he could scream everything went black.
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the eleventh doctor
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the one with the bow-tie
" “We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one eh?” "
timelord ✧
Posts: 107
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: +1000
Occupation: Time Traveler
In Love W/: River Song
Written By: Midnight
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Post by the eleventh doctor on Nov 17, 2020 4:10:16 GMT
The Doctor had been out for a quiant stroll. The TARDIS wasn't going to go anywhere after all. He'd made a certain permanent residency in the time and place. So he could come and go as he pleased without anyone really thinking too much about his TARDIS hanging about in such an unconventional way. There really hadn't been anything he had needed, but he did find the going out at least a bit enjoyable. it was enough to clear the cobwebs out of his mind. Sometimes the TARDIS was just a bit too lonely for him to just loaf about in.
Of course he found time to spend around the Paternoster gang, but even they could have some limits. He didn't like that they tried so hard to get him to do stuff. He was retired, he did need to do stuff, at least not stuff like that. He could be normal, sort of, like all other Victorian era folks. Just another person in the cogs of slow time. Oddly, he'd been okay with this. Perhaps it was because of depression, perhaps it was because he was finally starting to grow up a bit in his face. Or maybe it was just that nothing mattered really.
Either way, the fresh air was good, the outside air was good. No matter what point of day or night it was. At this point he'd been spending time down in the shops area. The place where baked goods, fresh foods, clothes, general supplies, etc. were sold. Supporting the community through buying things now was the best form of help he was going to honestly do aside from hide away in his TARDIS. He had eyed a meat on display at the butchers. It could have fed a whole family, but he knew it would have probably been bought up by some rich elitist with a bottomless stomach. The meat looked good, but how disgusting that such humans were allowed to even breathe.
Granted he wasn't against all humans, but those who were pompous in their material lives really just found ways to turn him off. In all actuality, The Doctor had gotten a nice sized slab or two for a couple families who looked like they needed it. What harm would a little meddling do in the era. Feeding a family was not a crime. Especially if it had children, or if it was only a group of children on the streets, then he'd cook that thing up himself and bring it to them with bread.
It was those sorts of things that kept his hopes barely alive for anything, just those simpler things that he never took to heart as much as he should have. There were a lot of things he realized he took for granted, and it was such a shame too. However, at the moment he wasn't dwelling on that. Instead he was enjoying the peace that the town had. It was quieter here, in this time period, in this place. Something he preferred as he was weary of everything else.
Sadly it was short lived while he was ironically looking at clothes through one of the stores windows, that, that peace had become disrupted by something unpleasant. A sharp stabbing eye blinding white pain shot through his head like a hot bold of lightening. Benjamin Franklin eat your heart out, it was that bad. It surged down into his body making it seize for a few split seconds and then released. The last thing The Doctor seeing, a man and woman's outfits for bridal events, before darkness over took him and his body fell to the hard ground unconscious.
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The Master
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the doctor's arch-nemesis
" You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. "
timelord ✧
Posts: 116
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 2000 or something
Occupation: Perpetual Nuisance
In Love W/: It is Complicated
Written By: Momo
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Post by The Master on Nov 17, 2020 4:57:30 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ Where there should have been nothing there wasn't. The Master was well aware he had felt this once before and an entirely foreign feeling of panic briefly overtook him. While he logically knew he was not dead, he could not help but wonder if he was close to it. The only time he had ever felt anything had been in such a case. His mind began working a mile a minute, attempting to come up with ways to get out of this situation.
A body...he needed a body, no? It shouldn't take too long to find one. Even when they attempted to act proper, humans were such base creatures.
His focus on this train of thought slipped away as this distant feeling of being pulled overtook him. He wasn't immediately sure how much time had passed but the Master found his eyes flickering open, light blinding his senses. Almost immediately he noticed that he was surrounded by people- children, he realized belatedly, who were likely poor and were obviously trying to rob him. "Scram," he snapped with more venom than he meant.
Not bothering to check he stumbled to his feet, a task that oddly seemed more difficult than it should have been. He found himself nearly tripping over his own legs, grasping at the window plain for balance. "What the-?" he muttered, belatedly realizing that he not only seemed to be wearing different pants but his legs were notably longer. Exactly what had happened?
Now that he thought about it his voice didn't exactly sound...right.
Glancing up, the Master found himself freezing at the sight of his reflection. That was...definitely not him. As a frown crossed his face he could feel a mixture of horror and rage fill him. "What sort of crackpot idea..." he hissed furiously to himself. He was not even sure what to be angrier about! Not only was he apparently hideous now, but some fool was undoubtedly walking around in his body right now doing who knew what.
He took a deep breath through his nose and grabbed whatever the man who owned this body had been holding. He had plenty of time to think about what he'd do. After all, he just had to head back towards where his TARDIS was. Hopefully, the fool hadn't moved far from where he'd walked. Mentally, he sought out his connection with his TARDIS before he began walking.
Now just to consider what he'd do with this person once everything was fixed...
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the eleventh doctor
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the one with the bow-tie
" “We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one eh?” "
timelord ✧
Posts: 107
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: +1000
Occupation: Time Traveler
In Love W/: River Song
Written By: Midnight
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Post by the eleventh doctor on Nov 18, 2020 2:39:57 GMT
It had felt like falling, falling into a void. One that was cold, yet empty. The pain itself had subsided for the most part, but the rushing feeling had left a certain distaste in the stomach. And then, just like that, there was a jolt. A surge of new pain, like electricity, and then it was gone. A certain warmth back in place. Yet, it wasn't the same. It felt, different, odd, out of place. Like when you know you put the wrong boot on your foot sort of off. The feeling was being cramped, enclosed tightly. Too tightly in opinion.
The weight of the eyes that fluttered open were heavy. Acuity was about the same, but somehow not. No one seemed to notice him lying there either. Since when?! The towns people knew him, at least somewhat. Some more than others, but this was, this was wrong. Also, the street, it was the wrong street! The Doctor had pushed himself up from the cold ground and looked around. How in the universe did he get there?! His hearts raced. Oh good those were still there, but gods they felt so wrong too! What in blazes was going on?! As he finally looked down at himself he could tell he was not in his clothing anymore either. Had someone played a trick on him? It was very elaborate if so. Though that didn't seem right.
He scrambled to his feet, brushing himself off. What was this?! The placement of where things should be in relation to his height were not right either! Was he shorter?! How could anyone play a trick like that? It was impossible. No there had to be an explanation. He just had to find a reflective surface, see what was going on. He looked about frantically to find something, anything to get a good view. Finally he'd found a water trough for horses and looked into its glassy depths. There he saw definitely not what he wanted to see, and that was himself with his emo hair and bow tie and long coat. No instead he saw someone else, someone that felt like should have been so familiar. Two hearts...only Gallifreyans had two hearts! Either he was chameleon to look different somehow. Or he somehow had body jumped into someone else's meat suit. The latter seemed more plausible since he knew who he was. It took a second to regain himself, but he knew. He was The Doctor, but clearly...The Doctor...was not him. This was not good.
Panic had rose inside The Doctor. Who would have done such a thing, and who else was Gallifreyan in this time? Also how?! How was this done?! How was he going to get back to his old self?! Would he get back to his old self? So many questions buzzed about his head that it sent him into sheer panic mode. In fact, he literally screamed out after seeing not him in the water. The face was all wrong, definitely not what he'd chose for a look. To...messy. To...unrefined. To...just not him! It made him back away and almost get run over by a horse and carriage before he stumbled forward a bit, turning frantically in place. He had to find answers. People were now staring now that he'd cried out in utter shock of the situation.
Nearly tripping and face planting the ground over himself, he made a turn for the direction of his TARDIS, there would be answers there maybe...he hoped. Anything to find out what happened, and whatever way that could be done to fix it as soon as possible. After all, as much as he wanted to be invisible to everything around, this was not quite his idea of what he appreciated as being invisible. Not in the slightest. it was going to be quite a trek back to his home.
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The Master
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the doctor's arch-nemesis
" You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. "
timelord ✧
Posts: 116
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 2000 or something
Occupation: Perpetual Nuisance
In Love W/: It is Complicated
Written By: Momo
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Post by The Master on Nov 18, 2020 3:21:56 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ Finding his TARDIS would not be a particularly difficult task, even if she would be a touch useless to him as he was without his keys. The bond between him and the timeship was not lost. He could sense that she had recognized his anger, a trill of something similar to worry bleeding through the bond. Unfortunately, he had never been the best at offering genuine comfort, particularly when he knew it would be an outright lie. He had come to quickly learn that he was just a touch bit more empathetic than his last regeneration, something that only tended to be annoying when dealing with the very select few he cared for.
As he walked, it quickly became apparent that he might not have to seek out his TARDIS. Humans, it turned out, were being quite useful, if that was even possible. The species had always been a bit...loud, something he was prone to attributing to how backward they were. The farther he walked he began to notice that passing humans were muttering under their breaths. While this was not particularly unusual- the Victorian human was always a bit hypocritical in their propriety, keen to smile to your face while muttering about your flaws when they thought you could not fear or see- what was unusual was what lurked in their unprotected minds.
A madman? He wasn't exactly prone to thinking highly of human's ideas of what qualified as mad, particularly as one went back in time, but it did catch his attention that some of these thoughts and memories seemed to be about a man who had screamed upon looking at his reflection.
How...suspicious.
Quickly, he began to follow the trail, roughly bumping against people to get a good sense of which direction he should head towards, uncaring of how he might be coming across to others or the consequences of such behavior. Once satisfied, he quickly headed off in the direction that he was sure the individual had at least been.
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the eleventh doctor
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the one with the bow-tie
" “We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one eh?” "
timelord ✧
Posts: 107
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: +1000
Occupation: Time Traveler
In Love W/: River Song
Written By: Midnight
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Post by the eleventh doctor on Nov 18, 2020 3:43:22 GMT
The moment The Doctor reached where his home was, he realized, he didn't have his key. Nor did he have his sonic to reveal the stairs with. Bullocks! He was going to have to try and call up to her, hoping that maybe, just maybe she'll be able to feel beyond the confines of the body he was in and feel him there. However, that didn't seem to be the case, no matter how much he pleaded to his TARDIS not in his voice. Be began to pace, he had to think. There had to be some way to get in.
He tried and tried and tried to think of a way, but his mind was coming up with blanks or dead ends. The cried out with frustration, offering his hands to the sky as if to ask why, why did this have to be right now. Unable to think of some way to get into his TARDIS, he went and sat somewhere, defeated. If he was in this face this body, then where was his? Also they had his keys, his sonic. They could get in! That was a bad and good thing. Bad if it was someone he didn't want in there that was wearing his face. Good in the sense that if he could just get the keys off of them he could get in. Again he knew they were Gallifreyan, like him. But the danger level, that he didn't know. Oh it just made him feel sick to his stomach. Well not his stomach exactly, but the one he was currently borrowing by being in someone else's body.
He put hands to the face that wasn't his and tried to run them through hair that was so forgein. It didn't feel right. He hated it. Giving a sigh, he looked down at the ground, trying to still think of what he could do next, where he could go, anything. It all seemed so moot unless he could find an answer as to how and why he this had happened to him. He'd been so focused on himself, that he hadn't even noticed that someone, who had been a someone in his body, had followed him back to where he had been trying to get into his ship.
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The Master
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the doctor's arch-nemesis
" You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. "
timelord ✧
Posts: 116
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 2000 or something
Occupation: Perpetual Nuisance
In Love W/: It is Complicated
Written By: Momo
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Post by The Master on Nov 18, 2020 4:19:58 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ The Master's emotions had, admittedly, always been his greatest weakness, to a point that even some of those he had grown up with had been more than willing to point out how heavily they worked against his superior intellect. Exactly how much this changed between regenerations was arguable. After all, it could be quite difficult to tell exactly what was truly madness when it came to the Master and merely unresolved grudges or emotional scars, the latter of which many he came across seemed quite unwilling to believe even existed.
As a result, it could probably be of no surprise that the Time Lord had not quite connected that he had swapped bodies with the Doctor or, at the very least, another Gallifrayean. It should have been incredibly obvious, as it would have been clear he had two hearts, not one. However, anger had always been good at making his focus entirely one-tracked. And for the moment, all he was truly concerned about was finding the person who was in his body, fixing this, and perhaps punishing them with one of the many ideas that ran through his mind.
Finally, he found his body. He would have never admitted it, but he was a touch surprised to see the person with it near a blue box. It took a moment to connect exactly who most likely had his body- because of course of all the people in space and time it would be him- and the Master could not help but be a bit angrier.
Though, it did perhaps dim slightly upon seeing the sorry mess that was the Doctor. He couldn't help but feel a touch annoyed. Only he was allowed to cause the Doctor misery. The man did realize that, didn't he?
Annoyed, he aimed to kick the man in the back- best to not aim for any of his better assets, of course- before coldly snapping at him, "Up."
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the eleventh doctor
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the one with the bow-tie
" “We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one eh?” "
timelord ✧
Posts: 107
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: +1000
Occupation: Time Traveler
In Love W/: River Song
Written By: Midnight
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Post by the eleventh doctor on Nov 18, 2020 22:55:39 GMT
"Oof!" The Doctor huffed a bit as he was nearly careened from where he was sitting. That was not something he was expecting to happen. Granted he was fortunate that he hadn't completely face floored the ground. Instead he sort of awkwardly manage to stumble into a standing position.
"Ey! What was that-" he snapped, forgetting for only just a brief second he was in not in his body, until he turned round to see who'd kicked him. "For...oh. I see. I get it know."
He was still having some trouble putting two and two together that this was The Masters body that he was now riding. He was going to eventually find out sooner or later though. It was just a matter of, would it be sooner or later. Now though would be a good time to know who was riding his meat suit.
"Who are you?!" he demanded like some fussy child. "And what are you doing with my body?!"
Sure he was being a bit hasty, for all he knew it could have been someone who hadn't meant to have this happen, but when his life and TARDIS were in danger he often got a little more paranoid than usual. He gave his own body a hard stare, knowing it wasn't him inside. It was a bit hard still as he was looking at his handsome self from an outside view, but still, he had to be firm.
"Well? I'm waiting." he added, crossing his arms, which with The Masters body at the second looked just a bit like he was done with whom ever's bs was being dealt with.
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The Master
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the doctor's arch-nemesis
" You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. "
timelord ✧
Posts: 116
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 2000 or something
Occupation: Perpetual Nuisance
In Love W/: It is Complicated
Written By: Momo
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Post by The Master on Nov 18, 2020 23:20:26 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ A distinctly unimpressed expression crossed his face, something that looked just a touch off considering the how much more youthful the Doctor's Face appeared to be. "Do you?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "It is nice to know you managed to get something in-between all your moping. One might have thought you wanted to stay like this."
He could feel the headache that he'd already managed to gain from this beginning to get a bit worse. He knew that the Doctor could be a bit of an idiot from time to time, but this certainly was a bit high on the list. "I could ask the same of you," he pointed out, his gaze becoming pointed, "What sort of nonsense have you done?"
He was decidedly not about to tell the Doctor who he was. He knew the other Time Lord well enough to know he was, no matter the regeneration, intelligent enough to put that much together. Though, exactly how long that would take was clearly a bit questionable.
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the eleventh doctor
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the one with the bow-tie
" “We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one eh?” "
timelord ✧
Posts: 107
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: +1000
Occupation: Time Traveler
In Love W/: River Song
Written By: Midnight
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Post by the eleventh doctor on Nov 18, 2020 23:53:29 GMT
"Me!" he uncrosses arms and gestures to self. "I did nothing! I was enjoying my day, doing some very important things, and then all of a sudden I ended up here1 In this..."
He gestures to all of himself as he currently stood, "Body."
The sound of some form of minor distaste ad being stuck in a body that was not his own showed. The Doctor was a good man, but this was just not acceptable. He didn't want to be anyone else but him. It had been bad enough a few faces back being possessed by Cassandra. Now that was a moment he'd never be able to wash out of his essence. The idea almost made him shudder even then. Well, he couldn't have been too harsh on her, she had in the end tried to make up for her misadventure life, but it was pretty much as the saying went of a life wasted is a life a little too late for that. The rest of Cassandra's behavior was not really forgivable much.
But oh if he knew he was in one of his major enemies shoes, oh that would have really unsettled him severely. However, he was getting the strangest impression that he felt he should know who it was and that he would be kicking himself from here to kingdom come when and if he did find out, which eventually that would be the case.
"You're the one in my body!" The Doctor emphasized the word my as possessively as possible. "Who's to say you're not the one who did this! Didn't whoever you are get the memo, I'm not doing this anymore! I'm done, retired, on long term vacation. You're barking up the wrong tree if you're looking for someone to tango with. So if you don't mind...can we switch back now. I promise I won't hurt you or do anything to you. Just give me my body back."
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The Master
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the doctor's arch-nemesis
" You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. "
timelord ✧
Posts: 116
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 2000 or something
Occupation: Perpetual Nuisance
In Love W/: It is Complicated
Written By: Momo
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Post by The Master on Nov 19, 2020 0:47:57 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ The Master stared down at the other Time Lord, skepticism bleeding through him. "Important things," he echoed stonily, "And I suppose these important things had something to do with a bridal shop? Or were you just standing in front of one for fun?" The latter struck him as far more plausible. The Doctor had never been particularly logical despite his intellect. He did things for reasons the Master could not always understand despite how long he had known the other man. It was part of the reason, he was keen to believe, why the other Time Lord was so easy to trick at other times.
It was also why he was not quick to believe that the Doctor had nothing to do with this. Something as foolish as this seemed right up his alley.
He gave an arrogant sniff. "That body happens to be mine," he pointed out, "You could have the decency to mind your tongue. I have bothered to do that much despite the obvious downgrade." He supposed he shouldn't expect manners out of the Doctor. He'd only ever seemed to have them when he was around his pretty, little humans. Well, most of the time.
A sharp anger rose to the surface at the Doctor's words. "Why would I want to be in your body?" he snapped. The Master knew he was mad. It was not something he took to denying. However, the last thing he would want was to switch bodies with the Doctor. It had taken a lot of work to finally get a new set of regenerations. Why would he waste his newest one by snatching the Doctor's body? There were so many other ways to torment his rival if he truly desired it, ones which were so much more creative. Why, even a human could-
Ah.
He found himself pausing as he was catching up with the words that were coming out of the Doctor's mouth. Retired? That was...not something he had ever expected to hear come out of the Doctor's mouth and where he might have expected elation he found a hint of emptiness. He did not understand it and only found himself recalling his future incarnation's- the Mistress- claim that his path was tied with the Doctor's, one he had previously scoffed at but now seemed obsessed with, unsure if a hint of truth lurked in it.
Either way, he supposed the Doctor was being foolish. He hadn't even recognized him yet. An insult, truly, considering he wasn't even trying. Of all people, he should recognize him best, should he not?
A sigh escaped him. "If I wanted to dance, my dear," he drawled, his tone slipping somewhere in-between disdain and flirtation, "I can assure you that we already would be, retired or not." Straightening, he took on a neat posture, something that almost looked comical when taking into account how he still appeared to have been doing grocery shopping. "Now, since we have established that you are a fool, clearly we need to find whoever actually did this. As much as I'd love to snap my fingers and fix this, we do need to learn how this was done."
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the eleventh doctor
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the one with the bow-tie
" “We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one eh?” "
timelord ✧
Posts: 107
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: +1000
Occupation: Time Traveler
In Love W/: River Song
Written By: Midnight
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Post by the eleventh doctor on Nov 19, 2020 1:49:48 GMT
The Doctor tried to retort, but couldn't seem to get the words out. he was so frustrated! He turned away from The Masters to try and think of a good answer. He then tried to go back at it, but just couldn't seem to do it still. There was just so many things that he could or should say to that indigent...whoever he was! He pressed his lips into a thin line, his eyes hard staring at his adversary. Sadly it looked physically more like a Master scowl than a Doctor one. Oh he couldn't even do that right, right now. How rude.
"Well at least we agree on that one." he grumbled scuffing a foot at the ground as if to try and remove something ungodly from under his feet. He then pointed at The Master. "Just for your information, my body is just fine! It's perfectly sexy in all its angles. Your's...on the other hand looks like it came out of a comic strip, and not the cool kind either. I don't like rude people, rude people are well...rude. Which means, I don't like you."
He then narrows his eyes, "No funny business with my...goods. Oh for heavens sake you know what I mean! You understand. I don't care you are. I want my body back in one piece. Hear me."
He then gave an off in thought look, "So, if you didn't do it, and I sure as heck didn't do it, then who the blazes did...hmmm. Vastra then the gang have been trying their hardest to get me back in the game."
He sighed, "Maybe I shouldn't have refused so harshly. Cause now look at the situation I'm in."
He cared but didn't show it well outwardly that he did that both were stuck in this predicament. Giving The Master a suspicious side look, "Any Ideas there? Cause it's seems you are as much the fool as I having gotten stuck in this situation."
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The Master
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the doctor's arch-nemesis
" You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. "
timelord ✧
Posts: 116
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 2000 or something
Occupation: Perpetual Nuisance
In Love W/: It is Complicated
Written By: Momo
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Post by The Master on Nov 19, 2020 2:30:49 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ There was something almost amusing in watching the Doctor fumble for a reply, clearly having been caught in at least a partial lie. His reactions were admittedly on the childish side as he turned away, unable to truly come up with a verbal reply. Instead, a scowl had crossed his face, an expression he had no doubt would have looked a touch different had the Doctor actually been in his own body. If the way this incarnation of the Doctor spoke was anything to go by, the Master doubted that this Doctor scowled much.
The Master's annoyance began to become a bit clearer, though on the Doctor's face it looked more subtle and similar to judgment than anything else. It was slowly becoming clear that the Doctor's younger features did not entirely fit the Master's harsher personality even if his personality was on the colder side this time around, as opposed to the outright manic one his last incarnation had held.
For a long moment, he found himself staring at the Doctor. "Sexy, really?" Someone had clearly been staring in the mirror a bit too much. "At least I don't look like an infant. Better to look dignified than barely old enough to drink." He shot the Doctor a distinctly unimpressed look. "Perhaps practice before you preach." He was perfectly capable of politeness, perhaps more so than he had been in centuries. However, he was not inclined to offer such things to the Doctor when all he was offering was rudeness.
The headache was really not going to leave, was it? "Yes, because the first thing that crossed my mind when we swapped bodies was 'which limb should I chop off first?'" he quipped sarcastically. He'd thought of a lot of things, but they had certainly not been what he should do to this body- at least, not until the Doctor was back in it. "Your body is going to be fine."
He frowned, not particularly sure what on earth the other Time Lord was talking about nor particularly glad for it. "You offer quite a lot of insults for someone who wants help." It shouldn't have been irritating, but he supposed it didn't help how increasingly foolish the Doctor was coming across. "I would think it obvious. Whoever did this is likely an idiot. After all, whatever technology or ability would allow one to do something like this would not be carelessly be handled unless it was being handled by a lower life form or an idiot." Or, of course, both. "The manner in which this happened and the fact it affected the only two Gallifreyans in London instead of a human or a stray alien means it was likely related to something only we biologically possess. I'm sure that can spark a few ideas."
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the one with the bow-tie
" “We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one eh?” "
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Post by the eleventh doctor on Nov 30, 2020 14:00:30 GMT
"Well I never..." The Doctor brooded. The only reason he was in a bad mood was because he had switched bodies with someone he believed he didn't know, but oh if he knew it would only make him even more angry. Or at least more itchy and irritated then he already was. Granted he probably didn't have to take it out on the "stranger", but his situation was like being poked with a stick awake rather than being gently woke. Frustratingly enough the man had a point. Not about him and how he looked, because as far as he was concerned his body looked just fine. This one that he was in however, looked a bit like a frompy mess with bad taste. But the thing the man had been right about, the fact that neither of them did it, seemed to ring true in his hearts and mind. So if they hadn't, who the blazes had! it still confused him that another Gallifreyan was there. Earth wasn't that much interest to Gallifreyans really. Only a shoe full of them had any sort of spare interest in humans like he had, and he barely could name a few off on his hands. Crazy enough, one of them being the person he just had switched bodies with. He'd eventually get there.
"I guess you have point though." he stated his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a face of discontent still looming there like a dark cloud over a town. "So if we didn't do it, the who.."
He really should have been clued in to which Gallifreyan it was by the way the man talked about other folks. He called them idiots basically. Oh it should have been so clear, but yet The Doctor was so wrapped up now in figuring out who had done it over caring who the other individual might have been. Though, he really wanted to know somewhere at the back of his mind, and it bugged him, it itched so bad.
"There have been a rash amount of strange happenings going on about town. Vastra had been trying hard to get me involved but..." He pursed his lips thoughtfully, "I never thought reason to take notice, being retired and all."
He then looked over at The Master, "I'm sorry for my haste, it's just...I'm sure you get waking up on the wrong side of the bed isn't the best feeling in the world, and well...us being switched and all. It would make anyone in a bad mood. Look what I'm saying is I'm going to need your help on this so we can both get back to our dedicated lives. Me doing my retired thing...you doing...well whatever it was you were doing. I want this to be as painless for both of us as much as possible."
He wasn't heartless, he'd make amends of some sort if he could. It sure made him feel awkward though. He had to do something about that.
"So, um, any thoughts on who might be behind this sort of trickery?" he asked, geuinely asking for thoughts. Something The Master definitely didn't get from him, but it was only because he was still not quite there getting that The Master was the one in front of him, and that he was the one wearing The Master's meat suit.
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the doctor's arch-nemesis
" You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. "
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Post by The Master on Nov 30, 2020 20:27:05 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧ A wicked smirk crossed his face as it became clear that the Doctor was lacking in responses to what the Master was saying. Whether that was due to what he was saying or merely because this particular regeneration of the Doctor was not good at coming up with comebacks did not particularly matter to the Master. In fact, it did not even cross his mind. As far as he was concerned, any joy that could be found in this miserable situation was good, especially when it came at the Doctor's expense.
Silently, the Time Lord waited. He would have never denied it, whether asked or not, but he knew that the Doctor was intelligent even at his worst. It was likely one of the reasons he tended to come across as almost obsessed with the other Time Lord, viewing him as the closest thing to an equal. He knew if he just waited the Doctor could put together the pieces and see what was right in front of the Master.
Though, he couldn't entirely say whether he wanted his rival to see that or see that he was actually speaking to him more. The lack of immediate knowledge were annoying on various levels, but the fact he seemed so slow to realize he was speaking to felt insulting, especially with how the Doctor always went on and how possessive the Master felt.
This was probably the fault of humans, he thought nastily. The Doctor would not claim he was doing something as stupid as 'retire' and live in a human city in a backwards time unless a human was involved. They were always involved even when there were no humans around.
Again with the being retired. "Well, I would suggest you stop being retired at least temporarily. I rather like my body and I'll not have you be keeping it out of sentiment." Because that is all it was: sentiment. The Master would not be help back because the Doctor was placing undoubtedly hypocritical- they always were- obstacles in front of himself.
Silently, he considered what he was being told. Numerous oddities likely lent to his current theory. Someone was probably playing around with something they did not understand. If it had to do with the mind it would make sense if they were not too noticeable, especially if the Doctor was being daft and refusing to poke his nose around in something he'd notice far more easily than a no doubt lesser life form.
He tilted his head. "Not really." He was half-tempted to say why but he found himself biting the words back, self-loathing and bitterness creeping around the corner. The Doctor knew the answer to this question and the Time Lord didn't want to remind him as he was fully aware his rival would have associated them with a man who was long dead. Or, at least, the Master liked to think he was. "Yes, I get the point."
"Not in the slightest. I just got here," he said honestly, "Though, I would think where they are obvious. We are in Victorian London so where they are is limited and how this was done obviously would require a fair amount of power." He paused. "Or energy. So, we'd either have to go to the most plentiful energy sources or places that have recently been taking in people. We could ask around if people have been kidnapped, but that will likely attract attention unless we use hypnosis." It hardly crosses the Master's attention that he was merely spilling whatever crossed his mind, offering a bit more kindness than usual. "Though...they might have someone come looking for us."
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