x13 [accidental visual] darling I want to destroy you

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

((Expect either or both Time Lords to answer replies. lol.

Warning: Swordfighting, lots of stabbing, and blood in the Doctor-Master thread.))

When the visual switches on the only thing it momentarily shows is the wall that the tablet slammed into, and then as it slowly drags away the shaky view reveals two Time Lords, bloodied, bruised, and breathing heavily. There's a vicious look in the Master's eyes, the visual brushing across the side of his face and catching a small spatter of red before dropping back down.

The tablet sits fittingly minimized in the Master's bracelet, but it displays the scene: the Master and the Doctor, fencing foils brandished, and a quiet Taxon street around them (certainly if they had at one time had company, their fight has long since chased it away). Their is nothing innocent about this fight anymore. They are both out to win, and they'll both fight dirty to get it.

"Really, Doctor," the Master drawls, "you can do better than that." Because mocking an angry Time Lord is always a brilliant idea.

If any brave soul were to comment on what in Taxon's name they thought they were doing... well. It may at least distract them from losing all their blood on the streets.

Comments

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor spits out a mouthful of blood. He's not looking particularly happy with his current status. His hand that holds the rapier is bruised from throwing punches that have hit and those that have missed.

He used to fight with rules and with some vestige of honor.

That was before, of course. He's learned that being victorious feels good.

"Really?" he calls back. "Cause I don't think you can!"

He throws a few thrusts in the Master's direction, each a little off in their precision due to the anger and force he puts behind them.

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

The Master's lips curl back in a snarl. At one time he'd been good at hiding his emotions from the Doctor, now he's furious and unable to contain it. But unlike the Doctor, in his anger the Master still has his accuracy after being long since accustomed to this dance.

Only in the past, the Doctor hasn't been this violent. It's something new the Master hasn't quite been able to work around, and the explanation for several of his own bruises.

He fends away the Doctor's attempts and ducks in for his own. The Doctor has not yet bled enough. "Do not even dare to test my skills!"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor cries out as the Master's sword hits him in the side. He backs up and tosses his suit jacket away, freeing up his arms and showing off the lovely red mark where the Master just hit.

"I wouldn't dare," he says in return. "You're always really tetchy when you fail."

He throws another few slashes in the Master's direction, then follows it up with a kick towards his knee, to try to knock him off balance.

Voice;

[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

[This is Rose trying not to panic. In fact that's the reason she's set her tablet to voice. She's afraid it's the only thing--if that--she can control. The flippancy is an attempt at that. She has to remind herself the Doctor can take care of himself.]

Blimey. Should have made popcorn.

[visual]

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

The Master doesn't actually look down at the tablet despite his sudden surprise - this stupid piece of technology! This fight, now broadcasting, was going to wonders to his reputation. "Shut up, wolf!" he snaps, angry and flustered, and quite possibly cut, again.

[visual]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor spins around, looking for the source of Rose's voice.

"Rose, get out of here! Go away!"

Re: [visual]

[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

[Oooh flustered and distracted. All the more reason to keep talking]

It's Rose. I know, s'hard to remember but I guess not all Time Lords are brilliant.

[Was there mention about taunting Time Lords and being wise? Rose missed that]

[And to the Doctor]

Don't worry, Doctor. M'safe and sound.

[Location: Random Street now called Foe Yay Circle)

[magicalskeptic.livejournal.com]

If there is one thing Morgana did not expect in Taxon, it's the sound of a duel. She's accustomed to the noise -- clink isn't the right word; the high-pitched nature of metal on metal, sounds to dangerous.

Despite the potential danger of any duel, Morgana is not afraid of swords, or those wielding them in man-to-man combat. She's been around them her entire life and is extremely skilled at the art of swordsmanship. This means she's developed a healthy respect, but has lost all fear regarding such things -- unless a duel turns deadly. She knows the difference.

Never mind the fact duels are supposed to have rules.

She's wrapped one of Hermes's pastries and is carrying it in a small bag, in case she gets hungry but once at the duel, it's clear this is not the type where one would disrespect it by having refreshment. In fact, it looks like no one is acting as judge in the matter, and they are not following any proper rules. Each man is wounded, and angry. No one should fight when that angry.

It is so like the Doctor not to follow any rules -- but the other man -- she's too far away but there is something rather familiar about him.

Also, if one is prudent, one should not interrupt such a duel, but someone needs to make sure these two do not kill each other, and Morgana is the only one around.

Re: [Location: Random Street now called Foe Yay Circle)

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor spots Morgana in a moment where he's stepped back to breathe. He expects her to look horrified, as he imagines anyone seeing how violent he and the Master are being would look, but she's just standing there.

"Morgana, get out of here!" he cries, because he's embarrassed to be so violent around someone who can see him, and, privately, he's worried she'll be hurt.

Re: [Location: Random Street now called Foe Yay Circle)

[magicalskeptic.livejournal.com]

Morgana takes this as it is always meant in Camelot -- as a woman, she should not witness such things outside of formal tournaments. At least Arthur is wise enough to not always insist on such things.

The Doctor does not know her as well.

Morgana is neither shocked, nor upset. In fact, she sounds a little exasperated. She's seen this all before. "Obviously, a referee is necessary. Neither of you are following any rules I recognize."

[visual]

[aworldenchanted]

"Doctor?"

Tara's first instinct was to grab some people and help. But given the state of the Doctor's popularity in Taxon, 'people' would be 'maybe Rose.'

And the Doctor's own words and posture give her pause.

[visual]

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

"The Doctor can't come to the phone right now," the Master laughs, casting a manic look down at his tablet. "Please hold." And then he winks.

[visual]

[aworldenchanted]

Tara looks startled and not at all reassured by this development. She's never seen the other man before, but he was entirely too happy at making someone else bleed.

She doesn't know what to say, but she's seriously considering attempting to come help, if she could get there in time. So the connection is open at least a moment longer.

[ voice ]

[revivedqueen.livejournal.com]

How entertaining.

[visual]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor recognizes the voice and half-shouts at it. "I'm glad one of us is amused!"

[ voice ]

[revivedqueen.livejournal.com]

Are you offended, that I find delight in your misery?

[ visual ]

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

"Oh Illyria, darling! Isn't it splendid? Look at how he bleeds!"

[ voice ]

[revivedqueen.livejournal.com]

Is this how you will raise hell against my enemies for me?

[ voice ]

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you two doing?

[visual]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor falls backwards and tries to kick his way back up.

"What the hell does it look like?" he snaps.

[Voice]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

"You need a better sword."

Drusilla sounded thoroughly amused as she regarded the image on her tablet. It was impossible to tell which Time Lord she was addressing. A part of her wanted the Doctor to win, just to see how he would react to killing a part of himself. A part of her wanted the Master, with all his glorious darkness, to remain triumphant. Either way, she would continue to watch them with interest.

[ stalk a holic ]

[rubinuslapis.livejournal.com]

[Ruby will just be over here, enjoying the show and taking note of the man fighting the Doctor. If he wasn't confusing as hell and fun to troll before, the fact that someone else enjoys annoying him too makes it just a bit more fun.

There's also that weird bloodlust crazy murderer thing she's got going for her, but really this is about the stalking. No, seriously.]

[location: Back at the Bloodied Street] + [Text to Leila : Anon]

[magicalskeptic.livejournal.com]

[ooc: after everything is all said and done.  If anyone's still around, she doesn't see them.]

Morgana waits a while after she thinks everyone has left. Catching glimpses of the makeshift rescue crew carry the Doctor down the street, she worries that the Doctor is worse off than she had originally presumed. Again, as no one is calling for help, she hopes they have the matter in hand.

She makes one last check of the area before emerging from where she's remained hidden, and carefully makes her way to the discarded rapier. It's not quite a straight line journey, as there is blood on the street, she does not wish to step in. There is also blood on the rapier.

Pulling out a handkerchief from her traveling purse, (her cloak pocket is full, with one item she knows she cannot lose, and the other item in which the first is tied) one she had been expecting to give to the Doctor, if the duel had ended in some civilized manner, she uses it to wrap around the handle of the rapier, to avoid bloodying her hand.

It's light, almost too light to have done any serious damage but Morgana knows, from experience, it does not take as much effort as one would think to kill someone with a sword.

This rapier is going back to the Royal Chambers to be properly cleaned, and put in the armory. Arthur would laugh at the flimsiness of it, but until the Doctor, and the Master, for argument's sake, learned to treat dueling, and the equipment, with some form of respect, they deserved to be without it, as she doesn't know whose rapier she now carries.

Once away from the site of the duel, she pauses, to send a quick text to Leila. Morgana, for the first time, tries the anonymous setting, and, surprisingly, does get it right.


[Text]

Miss Yilmaz,

You may wish to check on your charge.

You should also consider bringing a medical practitioner with you.

[visual, not even kind of backdated]

[stopbleepingme.livejournal.com]

She's not late, she's just...tactfully waited until everything was finished? No, really.

"What. The hell?" Also, bewildered and mostly commenting to herself as she runs off to find some explanation.

That big picture, it's very elusive.

[voice, well, locked then]

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

Hello Miss Noble. [he doesn't sound all that interested]