Tsuki listened as he gave what he said was a shortened version. Of course it did give enough information; it sounded like an annoying situation, the man having to deal with a so-called friend who didn’t give him quite he needed. No real details but it sounded like the Master was frustrated and annoyed.
"Sounds like the terrible one is your friend who didn’t really try to match your efforts; the fact you had to deal with all that, trying to make yourself better but it sounds like not getting recognizance for that, that’s tough. But sometimes terrible people are the better friends honestly; what do the morally corrupt or ambiguous care of trying to be ‘a better person’? Far more fun to do as you wish to and potentially see the world burn in the process," she said then smiled, "Especially if you have marshmallows to roast when it does."
"What happened specifically is that there is, for all intents and purposes, a hostage situation going on. And despite the fact that I hated the guy on instinct, when I started showing an interest in him, my so-called friend immediately started spitting at me that I was a traitor. He didn’t stop to think maybe I was attempting a different tactic because his bumbling rage and brute force wasn’t working. And then I started to genuinely care for the aforementioned hostage taker a bit, and I’m actually making progress on getting him to let the poor guy go. I’m the only one making progress on that front, despite the fact that I have every right to spitefully say fuck you and stop trying at this point. And now this piece of shit wants to throw us both into a sun, and I say - let him try." The Master’s grin is almost feral, appearing slowly and spreading across his face. "I’ve always liked watching worlds burn, and if he wants to try playing my game instead of his, he’s more than welcome to do so, and fail. Because no matter how angry he is, he will never want to manipulate or hurt people, just for the sake of doing it. Me, I’m an old hand at it. Hell, I don’t think any of the people involved know exactly what’s going on at this point and what’s truth and what’s not - except me. For all you know, I could have lied to you as well.”
My muse has love bites in the most indiscreet of places and has failed to cover them. What does your muse do/say?
Really, it had been innocent. Nothing had come of it, not really. Sometimes, it happened. Someone assumed he was flirting and half the time he was. This time, it had only been a little. But he had forgotten about it when he stepped back into the other’s ship. As soon as the Master’s eyes narrowed and grabbed his wrist, there was only a moment of confusion before it clicked. He winced slightly, explanation on the tip of his tongue, but it died momentarily when the other fixed him with such a look. “What? Master, don’t be ridiculous. It’s nothing. I… got distracted. The TARDIS is temperamental and this, it’s nothing.”
At least the Master wasn’t insulted. Part of him almost expected as much from him, but when the other stuck out his tongue at him, the Doctor couldn’t help letting out an amused breath, though his face turned to something insulted at the mention of his clothes. “What’s wrong with my clothes? Yes, there were a few outfits that were ridiculous, but this one is rather normal, and I like it.” He huffed, but he didn’t press on.
The Doctor stayed behind the other, though, he couldn’t keep from attempting to peek out from behind the other, to see the dragons. There was some excitement to get the chance, but he didn’t dare press past him yet, from all he had heard about them. Though, he couldn’t keep from grinning to himself at just how the Master talked to them. Really, he was becoming a bit soft, at least for his animals and the very idea seemed strange and yet sort of wonderful.
He had known the Doctor would expect him to be offended; the other Time Lord had practically flinched when he had finished his statement, and the momentary flare of irritation had subsided immediately. The Master could let a few wayward statements slide. “You started it,” was the Master’s only retort.
What eventually emerged from among the stacks of books was a winged, four-legged lizard, of a shade of lavender so light she was nearly white, though the frills framing her face darkened to a more vibrant shade of purple. Her wings were feathered, despite the rest of her body being scaled, and golden spikes protruded from her head and back, all the way down most of her tail, which made up half of her length by itself. She was only about chest height, and thus far the largest of the dragons. “Seshet,” he said quietly, “I would like you to meet someone. This is not someone we eat, mind you. That’s a no-no, and I will be very, very cross if I find out you let Tee take a bite out of him. Do you understand?” Seshet nodded, and picked her way forward gracefully, moving more like a doe on her slender legs than anything else. She studied the Doctor with intelligent, almost human eyes, then bowed her head. “The good news is she likes you. The bad news is she’s not the one you need to worry about,” the Master explained.
"Aw," she said and stood beside him looking down at the Master as he spoke; Tsuki nodded, "Well it’s annoying that your original plan got ruined but it’s definitely good that you have a new big picture to deal with, especially if it’s less work and you like it already. Can I hear what it is?" She never did get to hear about his previous plans and she was intrigued to what exactly he was up to.
"It’s a very long story," he said after some thought, putting his feet up on his desk. "Let me see if I can condense it. A lot of really awful things, many of which were out of our control though some were certainly not, contrived to drive my best friend and I apart. Despite my best efforts to change and be a better person than the piece of shit I know I am, he didn’t try much at all. He put forth a token effort, and that’s about it. So now I’m just going to do whatever the hell I want, and I’ve had quite e-fucking-nough of trying to prove myself to him. I’ve found people who are just as twisted as I am and despite the fact that we’re all supposed to be terrible people," he explained archly, "I feel like they’re better friends than he ever was."
Why she kept finding him was a mystery to her but she didn’t really mind she supposed. There could be far worse things after all; despite knowing he was dangerous and really not someone she should enjoy seeing as much as she found she did, Tsuki had never really felt like she was in danger around him and even when he said he was in a bad mood she was unworried. Just curious and she walked over, “Did something happen again?”
"I really hate it when perfectly good plans get ruined," he says evenly, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair. "I really, really hate it. The bad news is that the big picture has quite imploded. The good news is that I already have a new big picture. And I think I like it better. It involves much less work, you see," he says, staring up at the ceiling. "I’m really tired of trying so hard.”
And here we have Riley Wheeler, fourteen year old mad girl and psycho for hire, glaring at you disapprovingly.
Yeah. You know you’re in real deep at this point.
“I wanted to come ‘n visit, gramps. Didn’t realize y’ were planning on being an asshole today.”
Yeah. You’re in reeeeal deep.
The Master closes his eyes and inhales slowly. There’s no call to be rude to Riley. She, unlike some people, deserves politeness at the very least. The creeping feeling of guilt makes him terribly uncomfortable, because he doesn’t know how to feel about his feelings. On one hand, it reminds him that he’s not as terrible as he’s acting, that he really has changed, and right now he doesn’t want that at all - but on the other, it’s a relief to know that deep down this is all an act.
"Sorry," he says quietly. "I’m really not in a very good mood. I’m in an awful mood, and that was uncalled for."
Okay, so maybe he’s saying this stuff just to be a dick. And maybe he’s being a dick because at least then it doesn’t seem so pointless - he tried. He tried really hard, and it got him absolutely nowhere. So if he tells himself he was a piece of shit pretending to be a man all along, it doesn’t hurt as much. In fact, he can smile about it when he’s lashing out like this. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he is keenly aware that getting pleasure out of hurting other people is wrong, but he can’t bring himself to feel anything but justified. He sets his phone down with a self-satisfied smirk and looks up.
"And what do you want?" he says smoothly, eyebrows raised. "Because I’m not in a very good mood today."
sometimes, all you have in life are ——
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master stop being such an epic bitch because you’re upset you always do this and then you wonder why people don’t like you
"That’s not how you start a knock-knock joke."
He jumps, startled, and almost falls headlong into a table.
“Fucking hell, warn a man before you sneak up on him!” he shouted. “Honestly,” he muttered. “And stop looking, that’s almost as rude as the whole sneaking up on bit.”
shit why did you reblog dango
now i’m tempted to go looking for the end of my azuki beans.
dammit. must. resist. urge.
you ever get a follower and you just want to tell them to stop following you and go away and you ignore them and they follow you with an even more annoying blog?
people who don’t have any idea what they’re talking about irritate me to no end. if something is quantum-locked, that means that when it is being observed, the definition of which is somewhat arbitrary, it must assume an absolute state, which it was not in when it was unobserved. you cannot “trigger” a quantum lock with emotions. if you don’t understand the concepts of the sort of character you are playing, don’t fucking play them until you do.