Post by The Master on Aug 29, 2021 20:39:37 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
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The Master typically did not go to Earth unless he had plans, but occasionally there were exceptions. He would have never described his TARDIS as stubborn, but she had her moments. Without warning, he had found himself on route to Earth. Despite his efforts, he had not been able to get her to leave, the ship clearly seeing some reason for him to be here. A quick glance at the console made it clear that he would be in London and it was 1745.
A frown crossed his face. To his understanding, this was a time filled with war. He didn't have complaints about this, for the most part, chaos having never been something he shied away from. Why would it when he desired to take over the universe? However, he had hardly hardly seen a reason why anything he desired would be among a bunch of squabbling children.
However, the time lord was smart enough to know he would not be going anywhere until he found something or his TARDIS had a better reason to leave. As such, he had left. Unsurprisingly, he had found nothing immediately. London struck him as distasteful, backwards, and lacking in anything he wanted- for the most part. However, if there was one thing that seems to always stay true, it was that the time lord was fine with playing the long game. If it wasn't obvious enough that he would see it as a wanderer, then perhaps he just needed to change how he was doing things.
The Master hadn't exactly paid much attention to the finer details outside of what was important, but it had been quite easy to seduce an upper class woman. The time lord knew he could be charming, words easily strung together to tell people exactly what they wanted. Only then did he begin to learn that something was a bit...off. The woman liked to talk and there were odd rumors. Apparently a popular one was about a man who might be immortal.
At least the humans seemed smart enough to realize the man might be an idiot talking on the fly. However, there was something odd about people simply accepting a man they thought was mad and liar, apparently to the point he had been recently taken in for suspicion of espionage only to easily be released. Either the human was the world's best liar, incredibly wealthy, or something else was going on.
The first moment he could get away, the Master decided to look into it. It wasn't exactly clear where to start since people were only spouting out insane rumors, but the prison seemed best. With that in mind, he began to make his way there.
A frown crossed his face. To his understanding, this was a time filled with war. He didn't have complaints about this, for the most part, chaos having never been something he shied away from. Why would it when he desired to take over the universe? However, he had hardly hardly seen a reason why anything he desired would be among a bunch of squabbling children.
However, the time lord was smart enough to know he would not be going anywhere until he found something or his TARDIS had a better reason to leave. As such, he had left. Unsurprisingly, he had found nothing immediately. London struck him as distasteful, backwards, and lacking in anything he wanted- for the most part. However, if there was one thing that seems to always stay true, it was that the time lord was fine with playing the long game. If it wasn't obvious enough that he would see it as a wanderer, then perhaps he just needed to change how he was doing things.
The Master hadn't exactly paid much attention to the finer details outside of what was important, but it had been quite easy to seduce an upper class woman. The time lord knew he could be charming, words easily strung together to tell people exactly what they wanted. Only then did he begin to learn that something was a bit...off. The woman liked to talk and there were odd rumors. Apparently a popular one was about a man who might be immortal.
At least the humans seemed smart enough to realize the man might be an idiot talking on the fly. However, there was something odd about people simply accepting a man they thought was mad and liar, apparently to the point he had been recently taken in for suspicion of espionage only to easily be released. Either the human was the world's best liar, incredibly wealthy, or something else was going on.
The first moment he could get away, the Master decided to look into it. It wasn't exactly clear where to start since people were only spouting out insane rumors, but the prison seemed best. With that in mind, he began to make his way there.
451 words ● Jack Harkness ● ....
