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taxonomites2009-11-24 05:20 am
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x04 [Location: Orbis Tram Line / Prosectus-Transverto Sector]
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He spent a very short while of the the tram ride just staring at his newly repaired screwdriver in deep thought, occasionally glancing around to see the kinds of people he had aboard to work with. He waits long enough to get away from the station.
And then he's allowed to begin. The Master stands and stride to the front, clapping his hands together before him. "I'm afraid many of you will not be making it to your final destination. See, there's some work I really must insist on doing." He didn't expect much resistance - not from the majority of these people. Drones are what the lot of them are.
Perfect for being tested on.
He leans towards the nearest passenger, offering them an encouraging smile that slowly turns dark. "I wonder if anyone would even miss a person like you... although perhaps you would be lucky." He holds up his screwdriver, turning it in his fingers in thought, then bringing up his other hand to it to adjust the settings. "Perhaps the DNA will take." He could just take them off the streets and work with them one by one, stripping parts of their code and linking in the Doctor's...
But this is more fun. This is a stress reliever, and it always could work. A small chance of success, but a chance nonetheless.
He cants his head to the side and pushes a button, pointing the device towards the man, and the tip of the screwdriver heats up, then feeds towards the poor sap. After a truly weak performance of emotion (the Master gives him a 3 out of 10), he's lowering the device and observing the motionless man.
"Too much at once?" he hums, flipping open an eyelid and checking the pupils. The Master scoffs and straightens, making some small adjustments to the screwdriver. He looks over at the others he has left and grins. "One down. Who's ready to step up? All in the advancement of science, of course."
He directs at another, male again, and fires. The pulse is milder than the first time and the man seems to be able to take it all in. The Master leans back, tapping his drumbeat on a seat, paying only attention to this next specimen.
"What does it feel like?" he asks in a hushed voice. "Tell me, can you feel your genes warring?" He steps towards the now shaking man. "Are you strong enough to take it?" The man falls out from his seat, clawing at his own skin. The Master nudges him with a foot and then lets out a long, disgusted sigh. "Doesn't seem so."
His gaze shifts to the passing scenery as the man continues to die at his feet. He's not willing to help anyone who won't help themselves. He still has a tram full of specimens; if even one of them will be able to take the drastic DNA shift, then he knows where to go from there.
The Master isn't nearly even close to giving up.
He spent a very short while of the the tram ride just staring at his newly repaired screwdriver in deep thought, occasionally glancing around to see the kinds of people he had aboard to work with. He waits long enough to get away from the station.
And then he's allowed to begin. The Master stands and stride to the front, clapping his hands together before him. "I'm afraid many of you will not be making it to your final destination. See, there's some work I really must insist on doing." He didn't expect much resistance - not from the majority of these people. Drones are what the lot of them are.
Perfect for being tested on.
He leans towards the nearest passenger, offering them an encouraging smile that slowly turns dark. "I wonder if anyone would even miss a person like you... although perhaps you would be lucky." He holds up his screwdriver, turning it in his fingers in thought, then bringing up his other hand to it to adjust the settings. "Perhaps the DNA will take." He could just take them off the streets and work with them one by one, stripping parts of their code and linking in the Doctor's...
But this is more fun. This is a stress reliever, and it always could work. A small chance of success, but a chance nonetheless.
He cants his head to the side and pushes a button, pointing the device towards the man, and the tip of the screwdriver heats up, then feeds towards the poor sap. After a truly weak performance of emotion (the Master gives him a 3 out of 10), he's lowering the device and observing the motionless man.
"Too much at once?" he hums, flipping open an eyelid and checking the pupils. The Master scoffs and straightens, making some small adjustments to the screwdriver. He looks over at the others he has left and grins. "One down. Who's ready to step up? All in the advancement of science, of course."
He directs at another, male again, and fires. The pulse is milder than the first time and the man seems to be able to take it all in. The Master leans back, tapping his drumbeat on a seat, paying only attention to this next specimen.
"What does it feel like?" he asks in a hushed voice. "Tell me, can you feel your genes warring?" He steps towards the now shaking man. "Are you strong enough to take it?" The man falls out from his seat, clawing at his own skin. The Master nudges him with a foot and then lets out a long, disgusted sigh. "Doesn't seem so."
His gaze shifts to the passing scenery as the man continues to die at his feet. He's not willing to help anyone who won't help themselves. He still has a tram full of specimens; if even one of them will be able to take the drastic DNA shift, then he knows where to go from there.
The Master isn't nearly even close to giving up.
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That is, at least until the man stood and began to speak. He wasn't like the majority of the people on the train. He moved and spoke with more ability than the others. He was like her. Real. She cocked her head hard when he started going on about people not making it. Didn't he realize that most of these people probably didn't realize where it was they were going at all? She was still wary of the drones. They made her stomach knot.
When he brought his screwdriver out, Chiana felt a twinge. She wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't like it. At all. The man he was speaking to looked dead behind the eyes. One of the drones, but that didn't mean he deserved any harm. She didn't move when the device made a noise, but gasped. He moved on to the next one, and by now, Chiana had realized that this guy was absolutely fekkik.
"Hey!" She cried out, jumping to her feet, "Leave them alone, will ya?"