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His face moulded into a mild frown, for the Doctor was smiling. He huffed before shooting another look back that said You're more an idiot than I, Theta. Always in for saving the lives, sacrificing himself for a worthless human. The Master's hands fell to his side.
"That won't be necessary."
"Party-pooper," He smirked. "I would make a great principal." Alright, probably not. But, it was certainly worth a try. A football had been kicked too far, rolling towards him. The Master looked around at the party who had kicked it, looking down at the ball before eventually kicking it back with precision. Besides, he had played the human sport known for it's bloodshed known as 'rugby.' A little dirty secret of his, he quite enjoyed the sport.
Who was the bigger fool was an argument that could rage for centuries between them. The Master was certainly the more strictly logical of the pair. The Doctor based his decisions frequently on emotions and morals as much as he did actual logic. He tended to view himself as expendable. An attribute the Master assigned to everyone aside from himself in the universe. Certainly, they were probably both wrong. The Doctor just liked to think he was a bit closer to the truth.
You'd like to think that, Koschei. He rejoined quietly. If the Master was going to return to school yard nicknames, than he'd do the same.
"I shudder to think of a school under your eye. Come on then."
He internally winced as the ball went flying, but better to focus on what he could change than what he couldn't.
Missy does become headmistress of a school in a comic btw. So I'm dying.
Post by The Master on Jul 13, 2017 18:37:53 GMT -5
"You'd like to think that, Koschei."
The grin was back, but not the manic one he had used to wear - a slightly less crazy looking one as his old name rattled around in his head. But, a certain sense of accomplishment had risen to show on his face once the Doctor had agreed that he would finally show him around the campus.
"I shudder to think of a school under your eye. Come on then."
The Master tilted his head, following after the Doctor to catch up, falling in step with his best enemy. He had glanced over his shoulder briefly to see the person he had kicked the football to was glaring in his direction - for the ball had made contact with the side of his head, much to his own amusement.
"Rugby would certainly be on the curriculum," He remarked. "So, enlighten me, Doctor. What do you go under at the university, then?"
The rugby comment had the Doctor quirking an amused smile. "I used to quite fancy cricket, myself." He wasn't entirely certain where he stood on the subject anymore. Perhaps he should bowl a game, see how he liked it. His last self would have been bored to distraction but this face... this version of him knew how to be patient. He also knew when not to be, but right now... rash action would be imprudent.
What do you go under at the university, then?
"Doctor, mostly. Professor, sometimes. Oh!" He grinned to the Master in pure amusement. "Sometimes they even call me genius."
Can you imagine? his eyes said. Me, who barely attended the Academy and was so distracted I had to go again, a genius. And, certainly, what humans were capable of in comparison just now did make him look like a genius. But that wasn't actually the point. Because somehow, along the way, genius had grown in both of them.
It was nice to feel confident in that, in a way that wasn't quite so wild and reckless as some of his younger selves.
The Master gave a visible bristle of a scowl, eyeing his best enemy with venom in his eyes. There was the Doctor boasting about his achievements of being all high and mighty once again, besting him at the Academy.
Genius idiot. He replied, folding his arms over his chest in mild annoyance as he reined himself in. In some deep part of himself, there was a level of respect that the Timelord had for the Doctor - regarding themselves as equals, and yet, he wanted to show himself to be the best. Even better than the Doctor.
The Master's features shifted suddenly as he thought about all the ways he could cause his type of fun and chaos with the humans - especially with those that had laughed at him as he had passed by. "What do you have now?"
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Last Edit: Aug 1, 2017 16:07:46 GMT -5 by The Master
The Doctor hadn't meant anything insulting by his words. If anything, he remembered Koschei as being the genius of the two of them The brilliant one he'd always tried to measure up to, but often failed. (He'd had to practically restart the Academy halfway through after all. Too distracted with other things.)
But that didn't make the Master wrong. He was an idiot. Just an idiot with a screwdriver and a box, passing through, helping where he could.
"Oh I don't have a lecture for a few hours. Probably. I'd have to ask Nardole. He keeps up with all of that for me. I just do the talking and the grading bits."
Post by The Master on Sept 7, 2017 16:13:13 GMT -5
"Oh I don't have a lecture for a few hours. Probably. I'd have to ask Nardole. He keeps up with all of that for me. I just do the talking and the grading bits."
The Master raised a pointed brow, mildly disappointed in the fact that he wouldn't be able to go and torment the Doctor in his lessons until later. Which was not a problem at all, being that he was sticking around (read: forcefully stranded) upon this primitive planet until something of actual interest came along. Though, for the time being, the Doctor was great fun to poke at his cage.
"Nar-dole. Nardole. I don't like the sound of his name," The Master commented with a very obviously showy frown, before it had quickly morphed into a smirk, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Sounds like Theta has a baby-sitter."
Normally the Doctor might have risen more to Koschei's bait. As it was, the Master's words were more amusing than irksome.
"Don't we all?" he asked drolly. Besides, Nardole really did help him remember all the little things he'd jump over normally. What had Clara called it?
Post by The Master on Oct 11, 2017 17:29:07 GMT -5
"I don't." The Master shot back, with a venomous glare. The last time he had been even vaguely offered a baby-sitter, he had taken a gun shot to the gut for that and refused to regenerate; partly through spite. "So, what does Theta between lessons, annoy the students with the ramblings of a madman? Decide to hook up a polar reflux system? Blow up a lab?"
Because it would be very unlike him to sit on his hands idle. The Doctor did not do idle. The Master wandered, looking around the corridors as people passed - spotting a familiar face who had then suddenly stopped to grab hold of his arm. The Master glared at the student.
The Doctor just snorted at the man's denial. It made this whole situation all the more amusing, and he was confined to such boring details most of the time.
"I'm perfectly capable of keeping myself entertained in a nondestructive fashion." He had a project. Namely, Missy.
"Ah, wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned the random. "He's got PTSD. Manifests as spontaneous bursts of anger. It's forever surprising to me how many of you don't have it, but regardless..."
It was the Master's turn to snort. The Doctor had never been one much for violence - bar that one time way back when. He had been now locked in confrontation with a random student, for what reason he could not determine but the Doctor had quickly had an excuse to drag him out of what could have escalated badly. The student had raised both hands, backing away slowly with defiance clear in their eyes.
Apes.
As he had been tugged into the office, the Master scanned around, locating the chair and strode towards it - fully intending on sitting in the chair that had been provided. It had not been too far different from the days as Prime Minister - with the wooden walls and the bookshelves that lined them, the desk that sat off to the side and the cohort of children to go with it.
@faith
Last Edit: Oct 17, 2017 2:10:35 GMT -5 by The Master: Corrections <3
The room is empty, and that's all the Doctor particularly cares about. It's not his office either, which is good because a pencil holder of sonic screwdrivers and direct access to his TARDIS isn't precisely what he wants to offer the Master. Not even when he's in this condition. Especially when he's in this condition.
"Why did you want to come here? Why, for that matter, are you still on this planet. You've always been incredibly resourceful; I can't help but feel this stranding is intentional on your part."
Post by The Master on May 29, 2018 12:08:40 GMT -5
"Why did you want to come here? Why, for that matter, are you still on this planet. You've always been incredibly resourceful; I can't help but feel this stranding is intentional on your part."
The Master snorted, taking the time to distance himself from the Doctor as he gestured around him. There was a tone of hurt and disbelief that came with his next couple of words, there was little that he wanted with the university aside from knowing that there was a certain Timelord that had attracted his attention. "Come here?" He paced around, measuring the walls and the distance between the two walls he paced between, keeping most of his attention on the Doctor.
He stopped momentarily as he warily eyed his old friend when he had been called resourceful, despite the slip in his scowl revealing a rather pleased face underneath at the compliment. "Why am I on this planet? Why you ask? Oh because maybe I like tormenting the apes that live on this planet with my existence!"
Alright, the Master was being dramatic, though there was a fustration that lined his words as he stopped his pacing to lean against the wall, choosing the one furthest away from the Doctor. There was a flicker of shame that came with it, the drums that were still there to remind him of his failure to rid them. He huffed, running his hand through his blond hair, a dangerous look appearing in his eyes as he sudden locked eyes with the Doctor.
"Because Rassilon is still alive," His voice dripped with venom, almost spitting the name upon the floor. A finger jabbed at his temple. "Spat me back out of the timelock. And to top it all off - they are still there, Doctor." He hated admitting his weakness but Rassilon had made it to the top of them, ever since he had found out that he was the one to do it to him - he vowed his own revenge - even going to the extent to use what was left of his life force to kill him but it was still never enough.
@faith
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