http://freezecharm.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] freezecharm.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2010-10-15 05:40 am

X: [ voice | location: castle summers' dungeons ] pardon my past

There's an incessant throbbing in Piper's head that just won't go away.

She groans, and opens her eyes. When she does, things start swirling uncontrollably, and the urge to hurl is great. Piper closes her eyes, bites her lip, and rolls to the side until it passes.

Something feels wrong here. It takes her another second to process the fact that she's lying on a cold stone floor, that she's naked, and that her fingers are stinging. Badly. Opening her eyes again, she sees that her hands are bloodied, and that several wooden splinters are still embedded in them.

"How--"

And that's when everything comes crashing down on her - all the memories of the past day, what she's done, what she's become. "No. Oh... oh god." Piper spots her tablet and kicks it away from her, before scrambling to the very corner of the dungeon. She slides down, hugging her knees to her and resting her forehead on them. She doesn't even resist the urge to tremble and sob.

[ ooc: backdated to the day after the glitch. ]
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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-10-20 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
"How awful," he says, allowing a good helping of sympathy to creep into his voice. "How much do you remember? Did you actually hurt anyone?" The first question is the important one. The second, not so much.
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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-10-22 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Goodness, but that sounds terrible." It isn't entirely platitude. He honestly couldn't care less about the Extras, nor any 'friends' this girl may have in Taxon. The loss of control, though, is a fate the Master would never accept for himself.

But then, she said 'almost everything'. "I suppose its instincts must have been overpowering," he adds with calculated idleness.
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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-10-26 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
He's glad this conversation is soothing, Piper. So very glad.

"Feeling hungry now?"
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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-10-27 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that cinches it. The Master's out of his chair, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

"I don't think so. I'm fairly new here, after all." He pauses. "Although it is possible you talked to the impostor who was here before. He's caused me quite a bit of trouble already."
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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-10-28 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Exactly what it sounds like," he mutters, grabbing that extra set of clothing he hatched for Anya long ago. He hopes Piper's at least roughly the same size, but he supposes she'd be grateful for anything right about now.

"Someone with my face, using my name, in general wreaking havoc upon the whole of Taxon. At least you have the luxury of knowing what you're supposed to have done."
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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-10-29 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
"All too busy giving me the evil eye, I'm afraid." It's not precisely true, but near enough.

"And all records have been rather conveniently erased." If only their captors had done a more thorough job-- although the feasibility of wiping every mind clean in Taxon is something he's considered. If it must come to that.

The Master's making his way down the mountain, now, striking out for the nearby tram line that bisects the city.
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[personal profile] syncopath 2010-11-02 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Am I? I'm glad to hear it," he soothes, smiling to himself. "It can be trying at times, yes, but I do my best to help out where I can."