http://ialwayscomeback.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
ialwayscomeback.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
taxonomites2010-09-03 08:15 am
ialwayscomeback.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2010-09-03 08:15 am
2 [Accidental Visual | Location: Mount Perdition]
[ooc: Backdated to be after this, feel free to ask the Doctor wtf he is doing or poke/laugh at/check on the Master.]
When the tablet flickered on it was obvious that something was amiss. The Doctor and the Master were both in the frame, though the tablet itself seemed to be in the hands of a third, unseen person who hadn’t realised it was active, as there was quite a bit of floor in the shot as well. Both Time Lords were close together, their foreheads touching, and it was apparent that the Doctor had been part of the way through saying something when the tablet was activated.
“—sorry.”
Then the Master screamed like someone in agony, reeling back from the Doctor like he’d been burned, arms flailing wildly as though he was trying to fend off an invisible attack. The building they were in shuddered and whoever was holding the tablet dropped it, throwing the image into a disarray of walls, floor, and ceiling before it stopped, showing the Doctor. He rose slowly, his face an almost cold and distant mask as the Master continued to sob and scream, shouting the word ‘no’ more than once among the other sounds of his distress.
The room shuddered again and the Doctor was moving, picking up the tablet – his hand filling the screen for a moment – and running from the room, leaving the Master behind. Though the screams could still be heard as he raced through the building, the tablet broadcasting a confusing jumble of running feet, half-seen glimpses of ornate furniture and architecture, and the Doctor’s face.
It was difficult to tell, but there was something else strange in the way the building shook, doors banging open and closed like the place was home to a very upset poltergeist , and at least once the Doctor ducked as an unseen object flew across the room towards him.
A shot of a door loomed out of nowhere and there was a bang as he burst through it, yelping in pain as a flying object caught the side of his head. The sound of the Master’s tortured yelling finally stopping as the gloom of the building gave way to too-bright sunlight. The Doctor must have tripped then, as the sky suddenly became red grass, then sky, then grass, over and over as he rolled a distance and finally stopped, the tablet showing his slightly-bruised profile as he lay sprawled on his back staring at the sky and breathing hard.
When the tablet flickered on it was obvious that something was amiss. The Doctor and the Master were both in the frame, though the tablet itself seemed to be in the hands of a third, unseen person who hadn’t realised it was active, as there was quite a bit of floor in the shot as well. Both Time Lords were close together, their foreheads touching, and it was apparent that the Doctor had been part of the way through saying something when the tablet was activated.
“—sorry.”
Then the Master screamed like someone in agony, reeling back from the Doctor like he’d been burned, arms flailing wildly as though he was trying to fend off an invisible attack. The building they were in shuddered and whoever was holding the tablet dropped it, throwing the image into a disarray of walls, floor, and ceiling before it stopped, showing the Doctor. He rose slowly, his face an almost cold and distant mask as the Master continued to sob and scream, shouting the word ‘no’ more than once among the other sounds of his distress.
The room shuddered again and the Doctor was moving, picking up the tablet – his hand filling the screen for a moment – and running from the room, leaving the Master behind. Though the screams could still be heard as he raced through the building, the tablet broadcasting a confusing jumble of running feet, half-seen glimpses of ornate furniture and architecture, and the Doctor’s face.
It was difficult to tell, but there was something else strange in the way the building shook, doors banging open and closed like the place was home to a very upset poltergeist , and at least once the Doctor ducked as an unseen object flew across the room towards him.
A shot of a door loomed out of nowhere and there was a bang as he burst through it, yelping in pain as a flying object caught the side of his head. The sound of the Master’s tortured yelling finally stopping as the gloom of the building gave way to too-bright sunlight. The Doctor must have tripped then, as the sky suddenly became red grass, then sky, then grass, over and over as he rolled a distance and finally stopped, the tablet showing his slightly-bruised profile as he lay sprawled on his back staring at the sky and breathing hard.
[ Voice/Private ]
[A small sound of discomfort as he shifts, before he mutters softly:]
He said he only wanted to talk. And then, this.
[Ha! It's not even a proper lie.]
[ Voice/Private ]
What'd he do, exactly? Did you see a...did you have anybody look at it?
[ Voice/Private ]
He picks up on what she nearly blurted out, of course, but doesn't remark upon it. Instead he's wondering just how much he has to tell her.]
It's hard to explain. He got inside my head. He... do you know about positive feedback loops?
[ Voice/Private ]
Sure. One helps two grow, and two helps one in turn. Can be good or bad, dependin'...
[ Voice/Private ]
He created one. In my head.
[The Master's voice is little more than a low growl; he's fighting through a fresh wave of pain, courtesy of the House screaming at him that it's on fire or some such.]
He destroyed our planet, and he is making me watch. Over and over and over...
[ Voice/Private ]
He did wh--
[ She wants to ask how. She wants to ask why and how and what, but he's so concentrated on blocking it out that it wouldn't do at all to make him purposely think about it any more. Instead, she awkwardly clings to the tablet, uncertain of how to proceed. ]
Can I do anythin' to help? You, I mean. Do you need anythin'?
[ Voice/Private ]
No. No, you can't. It won't-- Not now.
[The Master says all that while gritting his teeth, sounding slightly panicked. There's the sound of something crashing. And then he does something even more peculiar-- he whispers very, very faintly.]
Ssshh. Sshhhh. It's all right. She's not coming. Please, just--
[ Voice/Private ]
[ He's definitely not going to give her anything, if this is any indication. She sits, patiently as she can (which still involves nervously twitching fingers) and waits. ]
[ Voice/Private ]
Long run. Yes. Perhaps in time... I need to modify the link. Stop the feedback loop.
But you can't come here now. [That last part is said urgently, as if he's compelled.]
[ooc: Did you want to set up something severely backdated for them?]
[ Voice/Private ]
Okay, not now, s'alright. Whenever you're comfortable, ready for it. I don't mind waitin' so long as you don't.
[[ OoC: Up to you? We can if you would like 8D ]]
[ Voice/Private ]
In the meantime... please take care.
[ooc: I would not be opposed! I'm not sure what she can really do for him though... other than, I dunno, mop his forehead x/]
[ Voice/Private ]
[ The concern in her voice is more than obvious at this point. ] You too.
[[ OoC: Might be best to handwave it for now, then, and plot for other things. Future things...........yes. ]]