RP Log: "Blond Moment," with t_eyla
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t_eyla and I go AU with our Doctor/Master again, and play with the idea of a Lucy/Master metacrisis.
kikainogimon: I'm crossing my fingers for metacrisis!Master, though. So pissy. Snarky little useless human person. Rather like my Master >_>
teyla: lolol xD the Doctor would be all o__o
teyla: plz to be stopping being human nao. >_>
kikainogimon: He's not completely human! He's just *too much* human. And blond :\
teyla: Doctor: Yes. He can see that. >_>
kikainogimon: Master: *Bully for him* *Flounces off in his random monk robes to sulk*
teyla: Doctor: :| *this is no fun. He's not sure how to deal with this. Maybe by buying the Master eye make-up remover.*
kikainogimon: Master: *No. He likes his eye make-up. It suits his Emo*
kikainogimon: Master: *sulksulksulk. Where's Lucy? LUCY! Where's she gotten off to?*
kikainogimon: Master: *Time Lords, never *can* make them stick around. Not even half-strength Time Lords."
kikainogimon: Master: *CONTINUES SULKING*
teyla: Doctor: *talking to Lucy. Trying to find out what exactly happened. Because the Master doesn't really seem to be in the mood to tell him.*
kikainogimon: Master: *has taken lessons from Bernard Black*
teyla: Doctor: *taking the DVDs away. And the wine. Seriously, Master. That's not productive.*
kikainogimon: Master: *Who says it's not productive? Aside from you. You don't count.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *watching the boys quietly. It's about time someone else tried to get the Master out of his funk, she's taken to ignoring him*
teyla: Doctor: *Why don't I count?*
kikainogimon: Master: *Oh, nothing I do is good enough for you. We need a second opinion* *B\ The only other person here is Lucy, and he knows what her opinion will be, as she arches an eyebrow at him* *A third opinion.*
kikainogimon: Master: *has found popcorn, the mun be damned if she knows where, and is flipping it in the air and catching it in his mouth*
teyla: Doctor: *So that's all it took, huh? To defeat the man who used to call himself the Master. Take one of the hearts away, and he turns into ...this. Well, Lucy, I salute you. You managed to accomplish what I never could.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Meets the Doctor's eyes, but doesn't say anything. She's not a talker, never has been. And she still cares for her husband--it's easier now, now that he's diminished. It's a victory, a small, vicious victory. She can keep him and care for him and have power over him. She can ignore him, if she chooses, and there's very little he can do about it.* *She has a Time Lord's mental signature, faint and undeveloped, like a child's might be*
teyla: Doctor: *He answers her gaze, but his eyes are closed off. He's not sure what to do with Lucy. During the Year, he felt compassion for her, took her for a fellow victim--without the reprieve the Doctor had in the form of knowing that at some point, he would end this madness. Now, he's not sure. Is she still a victim? Is the Master the victim now? Was she never a victim, and if so, what was she? He can "hear" her, in the back of his mind--faint, but quiet. No drums. This isn't the Master's signature, even though the Master gave it to her. The Doctor isn't sure what that means.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *It's the first time she's 'heard' anyone, and it confirms something, for her--she's as much half as the Master is, not complete, the feel of the Doctor's mind wavering in and out of her mental focus, like a sound almost too distant to hear. That's not how it should be--understanding of what it means to be a Time Lord, snatches of it parceled out to her in the remaking of herself and her husband, tell her that. She's as much a cripple as Harry.* *She turns and leaves the room. Sweeps out. Defiant and distant. She doesn't want anything to do with you, Doctor. Or with her husband. Not at this moment*
teyla: Doctor: *He can feel it. Her resentment, and her pride. The need to be whole--either Time Lord or human, but not something in between, something that's not quite here or there. He can understand that sentiment only too well. He crosses his arms and looks after her, not looking at the Master when he speaks.* I don't know where you found her, but she's a remarkable woman.
kikainogimon: Master: *gave up on the popcorn the moment he noticed their exchange, and has been watching them both--with disgust and envy. Look at them. Playing Time Lords* She was just another human, Doctor. But aren't they *all* extraordinary? *yes, he's mocking you, and your love for this planet, this species*
teyla: If they want to be. *That's really all it takes to be extraordinary--wanting it. So many don't understand that, though. And from the looks of it, the Master doesn't understand it, either. Well. No surprise there.* What about you? *He's looking at you now.* Do you want to be?
kikainogimon: I'm lucky stringing words together in coherent sentences, with what she's left me. *stands up, shaking popcorn off of the Totally Random Robe (of Rassilon!)* I'll leave extraordinary to my betters. *bitter? Why, yes, good of you to notice*
teyla: So you've decided that since you're human now--*partly* human, I might emphasize--you need to fulfill your own expectations of the human race and be useless and pathetic. Well, I can't deny that you're doing a good job with that. *He's still got his arms crossed, and is eyeing you with something that *could* be interpreted as disgust. Come on, Master. The pity party's been over for a while now.*
kikainogimon: *Sneer--oh, good one, Doctor, he would never have seen *those* insults coming* I aim to please. Now shove off. I can do without choice bits of wisdom from the renegade with hearts of gold.
teyla: *No. He's not going to do you the favor of leaving. Raising an eyebrow at you.* Make me.
kikainogimon: *Crosses his arms, and regards the Doctor. And the robe, the mun has decided, is a dressing gown, because that seems much more appropriate than a Friar-Tuck get-up. Bare feet, mussed-up pale hair. The Master is taking a pajamas day* You could make this easy, Doctor. Leave of your own accord. *But you won't do that, will you?*
teyla: *No, he won't. Come on, Master. Give it your best shot.*
kikainogimon: *The Master is going to cheat. Because that's what he does* Security! *And, yes, he has security guards. He still has money, if nothing else. And, despite the hair, he still looks an awful lot like a certain Prime Minister who went missing following the death of the President of the United States. It's best to make sure inquiring minds can be booted straight out the door, if they manage to find their way in*
teyla: Se--what? *Oh, look, the Master has burly security guards. With guns. Of course.* Oh that's just--no, that's not even cheating. That's just *cheap*. *He expected so much better of you. You're the *Master*. Don't you have at least *some* self-respect left? Relying on a couple of thugs to kick him out, that should be so far beneath you. It's certainly beneath him.* It's alright. *Gesturing at the guards.* I'll leave. *Not without giving the Master a Look. Seriously, Master. This is more than pathetic.*
kikainogimon: *No, it's not. It's funny, in the Master's opinion.* *Have a little wave.*
teyla: *The joke's on you, Master. Don't think he'll come back for you. He'll go and find Lucy. She, at least, has an idea of how to cope with dignity.*
kikainogimon: *Blowhard. You'll be back.* *And since when has the Master *ever* coped with dignity?*
teyla: *He didn't come back last time, did he?*
kikainogimon: *You thought he was dead. Or are we referring to the *second* time you let him burn to death?*
teyla: *No. Neither time was him leaving. He only left you once. Well, twice now.*
kikainogimon: *Okay, that's low. B\*
kikainogimon: *Going to sit here and sulk and eat popcorn and watch Saturday morning cartoons*
kikainogimon: *In his jammies*
kikainogimon: *He's a mature part-Time Lord, he is*
teyla: *Going somewhere to be Subtly Emo While Getting On With His Life and secretly waiting for the Master to do something outrageous and stupid to get his attention.*
kikainogimon: *Nope. He's being self-pitying still. Which means no acting true-to-form yet*
teyla: *The Doctor's patient. Or, well, no, he isn't. But he's more stubborn than he's impatient.**
kikainogimon: Lucy: 9_9
kikainogimon: Lucy: *She has no idea why she keeps him around*
teyla: Doctor: *Yeah, he's not quite clear about that, either.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Did she ask for your opinion?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *does not particularly care for the Doctor >_>*
teyla: Doctor: *He meant himself. Why *he* keeps him around. Although he doesn't really, so. And yeah, he's noticing that. :| Why?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *They could have had the universe, she and Harry, but he wouldn't stop obsessing over *you.* Always the Doctor. You let him destroy himself, over and over, because you enjoy how you much you mean to him. How much you *matter.* Leave him alone. Leave both of them alone.*
teyla: Doctor: *That's not very fair.* *He tried to leave the Master alone. A long time ago. The Master wouldn't let him.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Fair's a false concept.*
teyla: Doctor: *Did he tell you that?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *gives him a look--what, you don't think she can think for herself?*
teyla: Doctor: *That's not what he meant.* *If he's the bad guy in this, then how come Lucy was siding with him at the end of the Year? Or was that just part of the "plan"?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *caught a weak spot, there, Doctor--she hugs herself, a shifting of arms that could just be a change in posture but isn't--it's a self-defense gesture, against memories, against thinking.* You could have stopped that. *If you had given in *once* during that Year, Doctor, it could have gone differently. It wouldn't have had to end the way it did*
teyla: Doctor: *Oh, so if he had destroyed himself, Lucy and the Master could have got what they wanted. Well, Lucy, that's just not how it works. If you decide to take without asking, you only get the things you're strong enough to break.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Would it have destroyed you, Doctor? To give something other than forgiveness?*
teyla: Doctor: *Does it matter? It was a battle of wills, and he came out on top. The Master challenged him, and he won. Why should he have *let* the Master win? The Master never lets anyone win but himself.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *a short exhalation that isn't *quite* a snort. Men*
teyla: Doctor: *Oh, that's an easy way out there, Lucy.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *And you're above easy ways out.*
teyla: Doctor: *I'm not using one right now, am I?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *. . . He hurt her, yes. She was terrified of him. She wanted to get away. But killing him didn't help.*
teyla: Doctor: *Yeah. It never does.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *That earns him an eyebrow and the barest hint of smile. She has some sense of their history, from what the Master's told her and from the shadow-memories she's gained as a metacrisis*
teyla: Doctor: *Anyway. She's half Time Lord now, so together, they make the last 1.5 of their kind. The Doctor would like it if they could get along. Is there a chance of them getting along?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *thoughtful. Maybe they can, but she won't answer yet.* 1.5, Doctor, not 2.0? 1.6? *She got that much of it, did she? Took that much from him. He deserved it, yes, but still . . . There's so little of him left*
teyla: Doctor: *Running a hand through his hair. That was his words getting away from him; he didn't actually mean to imply that. Even though it's not exactly a lie.* I'm not sure. I-- *he shrugs, sort of helpless.* I can't hear him.
kikainogimon: Lucy: *nods. It's not a surprise.* He still has them. *The drums. She's looked. They were very hard for him to deal with, at first*
teyla: Doctor: *He looks at her, but says nothing. He's wondering now how much Time Lord the Master is physically. Entirely human? Partly human? If he's partly human, will he regenerate? Maybe Lucy succeeded in killing the Master after all.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Partly, she thinks. And she won't kill him again to find out, though the question's been there, between them. For both of them. Neither of them knows how long they'll live, or how they'll age, or what will happen when they die* *and she won't say anything, either. If you have a question, ask. This is her home. You came to her. She won't draw you out*
teyla: Doctor: *He doesn't expect you to have the answer. He rarely expects other people to have answers. He likes to find them himself. Not so much in this case, though. In this case, he'd be perfectly happy if the question didn't get answered for a long while.* I'd like to help. *He doesn't exactly direct the statement at her--he's going to stay no matter what she says; the Master is at least as much his responsibility as he is hers--but it *is* an offer to work together. Because that's what Lucy wants, too, right? She wants to help him. Even if only so she can make him owe her.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: I thought you might. *she considers him. How? And will the end result be any better than last time?*
teyla: Doctor: *He doesn't know how. He never does going in; he makes it up as he goes along. And stop going on about last time. Last time didn't start, go, or finish well for anybody. It's different this time.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Fine. She'll leave it. For now* There's a suite upstairs. I've had it made up. It has a walk-in closet, big enough for your box.
teyla: Doctor: *He's giving you a smile now.* Thank you. *Maybe they can work together on this. It might have an effect on the Master. Or it might make him even more defensive. But then, even more defensive is hardly possible.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *She smiles back--not a warm smile, not quite. Still guarded* Not at all. It's down the right hallway, as you come up the stairs, three doors down on the left. I'll show you.
kikainogimon: (I think they would do some being an Item.)
kikainogimon: (Which I'm sure the Master would adore 9_9)
kikainogimon: (At least they could let him join in B| )
teyla: (lol, sure they would. They'll both be despairing over the Master; they'll need some way to blow off some steam. And no, the Master can't join. B| Not until he learns to behave himself.)
kikainogimon: Master: *MOAR SULKING*
kikainogimon: Master: *you guys are having awesome telepathic sex and he is not invited .___.*
teyla: Doctor: *feels kind of bad now. BUT CAN'T BE PUTTING UP WITH HIM RIGHT NOW. Human!Master is exhausting. :|*
kikainogimon: Human!Master: *;____;* *will be very catty around you two for a while, here*
teyla: Doctor: *feels bad* *Why is he feeling bad? This is all the Master's fault anyway.* *Will still be feeling bad. Sleeping with Lucy feels like cheating on the Master now. Which is ridiculous. If anything, *Lucy* is cheating on the Master. And anyway, the whole cheating thing is something *humans* do.
kikainogimon: Master: *which means he should be the one cheating. Damn. Instead of just sulking. He should get on that*
teyla: Doctor: You need a wife or a husband before you can cheat.
kikainogimon: Master: *HE HAS A WIFE. In case you've forgotten who you're sleeping with.*
teyla: Doctor: Oh, right. *Oops. Contrite now.*
kikainogimon: Master: *9_9* *Yes, can't be bothered to remember the *complexities* of human relationships with all of that shagging distracting you.*
teyla: Doctor: She's not human.
kikainogimon: Master: *Yes, but she's *married* to one. Stickler. Half a human relationship, if that makes you happy.*
teyla: Doctor: *Not all humans are set on monogamy. And if you "cheat", she's not going to care. So it's not really cheating, is it?*
kikainogimon: Master: *ruin his fun.*
teyla: Doctor: Sorry. *drily*
kikainogimon: Master: *Why are you even here? He's a dead case, Doctor, what do you hope to achieve? Aside from getting laid. And not by him, that's a change*
teyla: Doctor: *He wanted to help you. Wants to help you. You're not making it very easy. Nothing new there, then.*
kikainogimon: Master: *Help him *how?* He's a metacrisis, betwixt and between, neither fish nor fowl. What can you do? Return him to his proper state? This is *it.* Half a woman who couldn't follow simple directions and half a dead genius. And *blond.**
teyla: Doctor: *Oh for--*will* you stop feeling sorry for yourself? Half a dead genius? What is that even supposed to mean? He's seen you in far worse states than this. What's so special about this time that you have to fold in on yourself and spend your days whining about your terrible fate and watching Desperate Housewives?*
kikainogimon: Master: *He's not allowed to whine? He's died how many times, and he's not allowed to whine? He's whining. Come down and stop him, if it bothers you that much*
teyla: Doctor: *He's been trying to make you stop ever since he got here. He's not getting anywhere. Is there some secret trick? Does he have to chant? Do a magic spell? He'll do a magic spell, it that's what it takes. He's desperate.*
kikainogimon: Master: *Go on, let's have some fake Latin.*
teyla: Doctor: *... accio secret masterplan to take over the universe?*
kikainogimon: Master: *eyebrow* *Cute.*
teyla: Doctor: *Oh whatever. Go on, you're gonna miss the teletubbies rerun.*
kikainogimon: Master: *No, he thinks he'll stick around.* What is this, Doctor? Charity? I'd've thought you'd be happy. I haven't hurt anyone in a year. Not a soul. Nothing they couldn't *recover* from.
teyla: Doctor: Do you miss it?
kikainogimon: Master: Every day. *sitting on a couch, chin on hands resting on the back of the sofa, watching the Doctor over it*
teyla: Doctor: Which part do you miss most? *He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, answering the Master's gaze--but distant, closed off. Not exactly tragic. It's almost clinical, the way he looks at the Master.*
kikainogimon: Master: *What are you up to? Whatever it is, he doesn't care for it B|* Most? *he laughs* The absolute control. You've seen it. What a Time Lord can do when he doesn't care if he intrudes. Their will was *my* will.
teyla: Doctor: Until it wasn't.
kikainogimon: Master: 'You can't stop them thinking.' *waves that off* I couldn't stop you *interfering.* Don't give credit where it isn't due. That was all you, Doctor. Using them the same way I did.
teyla: Doctor: The difference was that they were following me willingly.
teyla: Doctor: But that's not what I meant. What I meant was that your control never lasted. You always ended up with nothing. These short periods of absolute control--are those all you ever were?
kikainogimon: Master: All I ever--*scoffs* What?
teyla: Doctor: Well, that kind of control is out of your reach now, and you're acting as if there's nothing else. I want to know if there really isn't anything else.
kikainogimon: Master: *plays with a nubby loose string on the back of the sofa*
teyla: Doctor: *waiting. Come on, Master. Tell him you don't actually think that this is all there ever was to you.*
kikainogimon: Master: I still have my glittering personality. *What do you want him to say?*
teyla: Doctor: Oh, yeah, the bathrobes and the bedhair are blinding me with their sparkle. *He wants to know how much of this is an act and how much you actually think you're worthless as a human.*
kikainogimon: Master: *pulls a face at you* *and the answer would be, he really has no time for humans, and now he is one. One that might possibly regenerate and who's a bit psychic and heals faster than your average human but, largely, yes, human. The self-pity, he has it*
teyla: Doctor: *Ignoring your face-pulling. He's still waiting for a proper answer to his question.*
kikainogimon: Master: I'm a very special human being. I'm indomitable and brilliant and all of that tripe you spout. Oh, I *love* this, Doctor. Really. I love it. It's opened my eyes to the universe.
teyla: Doctor: Strike the human. *He's pushing himself off the wall now and walking around the couch to sit down next to the Master--not too close; he wouldn't want to scare him off with a possible threat of hugging attempts.* It doesn't matter *what* you are. Not to me, anyway. I care about *who* you are. Right now, I don't know who you are. I'd like to find out.
kikainogimon: Master: The Doctor is in. *turns around to sit back on the couch properly* I don't need you to help me find myself.
teyla: Doctor: Okay. If you don't want it, you're not getting it. But I'm going to stick around and wait until you *have* found yourself. Because I want to know who you're going to find.
kikainogimon: Master: *eyeroll* *shoves the Doctor, get off his couch* I'll give him your regards when I find him.
teyla: Doctor: *he's not exactly resisting your shove, but he's not getting off the couch either. He's just looking at you now. Why are you making this so hard? He knows you want him around, you always have, and if you didn't, you'd've already made him leave. And he's trying here, he really is, but you have to give him *something*.*
kikainogimon: Master: *the shove turns into a hand resting on the Doctor's shoulder. He can't hear you. There's nothing where your mind should be, except the barest scratch at the back of his own, distant, behind the drums. He looks back at the Doctor, and he's trying, as hard as he can, to follow that contact, to force it to be whole*
teyla: Doctor: *This hurts. Looking at you, seeing you *try*. He's gotten used to you not being there, but now that you're trying, he can hear an echo, the barest hint of a drumbeat in the back of his mind. But that's not the part of you he wants to hear. The drums have always made it harder to get through. He raises a hand and puts it over the Master's fingers, threading a thin connection--just strong enough so he can see past the drums, and just weak enough so what the Master will get to see of his mind won't hurt him.*
kikainogimon: Master: *There. But it's not him, he can tell, making the connection. Lucy's done this, when the pair of them were still learning, but she'd not yet learned to be careful. She'd forced him into quiet, into calm, hurt him with the rawness of her mind and her lack of skill.* *The Doctor's mind is much too large, but also a relief. It feels like a mind should, fully Time Lord, fully itself, one thing only, whole. He soaks in it, ignoring his own barriers for the moment, neglecting to defend his mind. And there's potential there, for defense. He's not as human as he's resigned himself to being--he's still adjusting to himself. He's top-of-the-line psychic, even beyond, but it's channeled along pathways, a biology, that isn't quite human or Time Lord. There's even the hint of a time sense, and none of the crowding that should come from being what he is, Time Lord memories in a human body. Most of his potential is untapped, because he's been trying to *force* it to operate by his old rules.*
teyla: Doctor: *Their minds have always had a close bond. The last time they had fully shared each others mind was a *long* time ago, but they had done it, and connections like that don't break easily. The Master's mind is familiar, but at the same time, it's new--new and different. So much smaller. Their minds had always been equals, rivals, the Doctor hadn't needed to be careful or considerate, there had been nothing in his mind that wasn't matched with equal strength in the Master's mind. Now, as he's looking into the Master's mind--for the first time in a long time really looking into it, no barriers to keep him out--it's all still there, but it's so much smaller. It's like looking at a miniature model--but it's a working model. Nothing here is fake, it's all still there. It's just smaller, more confined.* *Look at that, Master. Look at yourself. You're still whole, it's all still here. You're still you. Look at it.*
kikainogimon: Master: *He doesn't want to, hasn't, ever since he came back, and realized that he might look like the Master, think like him, but his body was more Lucy's than Lucy's was, now, and hers more his than her own. An exchange he'd never considered, the mismatching of mind to species. But the Doctor makes him look, because the Master has no ability to pull away--or believes he has none. He sees what the Doctor sees--the Master, all of him, laid out, bare. A Time Lord in miniature, orders of magnitude diminished, interpreted in strange ways--the time sense should be located *here,* but instead it's *there,* an enhancement of capacities latent in the human brain but never brought out by natural evolution. Memory capacity's enhanced, psychic sensitivity running--oh. Differently. He can see that, it's based on--interesting. Emotive? A combination of proper psychic sensitivity and hyper-phsyical sensitivity, gesture language, pheromones, enhanced perception and control. He'd never thought . . . And he's off rummaging through his own mind, using the Doctor's connection as a window and a lifeline, exploring how his own mind works now, pleased, himself for a moment, a scientist examining a new specimen*
teyla: Doctor: *Yes, he's making you look. It's an idea, isn't it, looking at what you've got before you dismiss it as useless. Oh, Master. But the Doctor isn't interfering--much--he's just letting the Master find his way around, from time to time nudging him if he's about to dismiss something without realizing its full potential. Yes, human eyesight, the image your seeing is partly made up of memory, but look, you can *influence* that. You can take out the memory parts. You can see things as they really are. No average human can do that. The Master finding his own potential is pleasing the Doctor as much as the Master. He told you you were brilliant, didn't he?*
kikainogimon: Master: *true to form, the Master has become absorbed in himself, almost entirely ignoring the Doctor, the guiding presence chaperoning around his own mind. He's lost in discovery, in the realization that he's exactly what the Doctor's own metacrisis was--something new. Something entirely new. Not some Frankenstein's monster combination, bits of Time Lord clumsily grafted onto a human being, but integrated. A complete being. Unique in the universe. Healthy and unbroken. He laughs, pulling back from the contact to look at the Doctor, excited and happy. Uncomplicated, for once.*
teyla: Doctor: *He will hug you now. Resistance is futile, Master, you are being hugged in proper Doctor Hug Fashion(TM)*
kikainogimon: Master: *hugs back without thinking. Rassilon, it's good to touch you again, you daft idiot* I'm a wonder! Did you see that, did you see all of that? I didn't know neurons could--oh--*hell, kissing you now, sudden. An exclamation kiss! Mwuh*
teyla: Doctor: *He's the daft idiot? Okay, maybe he is, it doesn't matter, really. It *is* good to touch you again; he missed you. He hadn't realized how much.* I saw it! I saw all of it, I-- *He's being exclamation kissed! Oh, come on, this deserves a proper kiss. Pulling you back towards him and kissing you, properly. You're you, and you're whole and brilliant, and, most importantly, you're back.*
kikainogimon: Master: *He is. Oh, he is. The universe had better watch out. And so had you, Doctor, kissing him like that. The best defense is a good offense, as they say. He'll just have to defend himself*
teyla: Doctor: *Finally. He's been waiting for that defense. Offense. Whichever. He's letting the Master push him back against the armrest, slipping his hand behind his neck, fingers slipping into the Master's hair. Blond hair. He likes the blond. Did he tell you that he likes the blond? He would tell you now, but he's busy getting snogged senseless.*
kikainogimon: Master: *He would tell you, why, thank you, he's getting used to it himself, if he wasn't busy snogging you senseless*
t_eyla and I go AU with our Doctor/Master again, and play with the idea of a Lucy/Master metacrisis.kikainogimon: I'm crossing my fingers for metacrisis!Master, though. So pissy. Snarky little useless human person. Rather like my Master >_>
teyla: lolol xD the Doctor would be all o__o
teyla: plz to be stopping being human nao. >_>
kikainogimon: He's not completely human! He's just *too much* human. And blond :\
teyla: Doctor: Yes. He can see that. >_>
kikainogimon: Master: *Bully for him* *Flounces off in his random monk robes to sulk*
teyla: Doctor: :| *this is no fun. He's not sure how to deal with this. Maybe by buying the Master eye make-up remover.*
kikainogimon: Master: *No. He likes his eye make-up. It suits his Emo*
kikainogimon: Master: *sulksulksulk. Where's Lucy? LUCY! Where's she gotten off to?*
kikainogimon: Master: *Time Lords, never *can* make them stick around. Not even half-strength Time Lords."
kikainogimon: Master: *CONTINUES SULKING*
teyla: Doctor: *talking to Lucy. Trying to find out what exactly happened. Because the Master doesn't really seem to be in the mood to tell him.*
kikainogimon: Master: *has taken lessons from Bernard Black*
teyla: Doctor: *taking the DVDs away. And the wine. Seriously, Master. That's not productive.*
kikainogimon: Master: *Who says it's not productive? Aside from you. You don't count.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *watching the boys quietly. It's about time someone else tried to get the Master out of his funk, she's taken to ignoring him*
teyla: Doctor: *Why don't I count?*
kikainogimon: Master: *Oh, nothing I do is good enough for you. We need a second opinion* *B\ The only other person here is Lucy, and he knows what her opinion will be, as she arches an eyebrow at him* *A third opinion.*
kikainogimon: Master: *has found popcorn, the mun be damned if she knows where, and is flipping it in the air and catching it in his mouth*
teyla: Doctor: *So that's all it took, huh? To defeat the man who used to call himself the Master. Take one of the hearts away, and he turns into ...this. Well, Lucy, I salute you. You managed to accomplish what I never could.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Meets the Doctor's eyes, but doesn't say anything. She's not a talker, never has been. And she still cares for her husband--it's easier now, now that he's diminished. It's a victory, a small, vicious victory. She can keep him and care for him and have power over him. She can ignore him, if she chooses, and there's very little he can do about it.* *She has a Time Lord's mental signature, faint and undeveloped, like a child's might be*
teyla: Doctor: *He answers her gaze, but his eyes are closed off. He's not sure what to do with Lucy. During the Year, he felt compassion for her, took her for a fellow victim--without the reprieve the Doctor had in the form of knowing that at some point, he would end this madness. Now, he's not sure. Is she still a victim? Is the Master the victim now? Was she never a victim, and if so, what was she? He can "hear" her, in the back of his mind--faint, but quiet. No drums. This isn't the Master's signature, even though the Master gave it to her. The Doctor isn't sure what that means.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *It's the first time she's 'heard' anyone, and it confirms something, for her--she's as much half as the Master is, not complete, the feel of the Doctor's mind wavering in and out of her mental focus, like a sound almost too distant to hear. That's not how it should be--understanding of what it means to be a Time Lord, snatches of it parceled out to her in the remaking of herself and her husband, tell her that. She's as much a cripple as Harry.* *She turns and leaves the room. Sweeps out. Defiant and distant. She doesn't want anything to do with you, Doctor. Or with her husband. Not at this moment*
teyla: Doctor: *He can feel it. Her resentment, and her pride. The need to be whole--either Time Lord or human, but not something in between, something that's not quite here or there. He can understand that sentiment only too well. He crosses his arms and looks after her, not looking at the Master when he speaks.* I don't know where you found her, but she's a remarkable woman.
kikainogimon: Master: *gave up on the popcorn the moment he noticed their exchange, and has been watching them both--with disgust and envy. Look at them. Playing Time Lords* She was just another human, Doctor. But aren't they *all* extraordinary? *yes, he's mocking you, and your love for this planet, this species*
teyla: If they want to be. *That's really all it takes to be extraordinary--wanting it. So many don't understand that, though. And from the looks of it, the Master doesn't understand it, either. Well. No surprise there.* What about you? *He's looking at you now.* Do you want to be?
kikainogimon: I'm lucky stringing words together in coherent sentences, with what she's left me. *stands up, shaking popcorn off of the Totally Random Robe (of Rassilon!)* I'll leave extraordinary to my betters. *bitter? Why, yes, good of you to notice*
teyla: So you've decided that since you're human now--*partly* human, I might emphasize--you need to fulfill your own expectations of the human race and be useless and pathetic. Well, I can't deny that you're doing a good job with that. *He's still got his arms crossed, and is eyeing you with something that *could* be interpreted as disgust. Come on, Master. The pity party's been over for a while now.*
kikainogimon: *Sneer--oh, good one, Doctor, he would never have seen *those* insults coming* I aim to please. Now shove off. I can do without choice bits of wisdom from the renegade with hearts of gold.
teyla: *No. He's not going to do you the favor of leaving. Raising an eyebrow at you.* Make me.
kikainogimon: *Crosses his arms, and regards the Doctor. And the robe, the mun has decided, is a dressing gown, because that seems much more appropriate than a Friar-Tuck get-up. Bare feet, mussed-up pale hair. The Master is taking a pajamas day* You could make this easy, Doctor. Leave of your own accord. *But you won't do that, will you?*
teyla: *No, he won't. Come on, Master. Give it your best shot.*
kikainogimon: *The Master is going to cheat. Because that's what he does* Security! *And, yes, he has security guards. He still has money, if nothing else. And, despite the hair, he still looks an awful lot like a certain Prime Minister who went missing following the death of the President of the United States. It's best to make sure inquiring minds can be booted straight out the door, if they manage to find their way in*
teyla: Se--what? *Oh, look, the Master has burly security guards. With guns. Of course.* Oh that's just--no, that's not even cheating. That's just *cheap*. *He expected so much better of you. You're the *Master*. Don't you have at least *some* self-respect left? Relying on a couple of thugs to kick him out, that should be so far beneath you. It's certainly beneath him.* It's alright. *Gesturing at the guards.* I'll leave. *Not without giving the Master a Look. Seriously, Master. This is more than pathetic.*
kikainogimon: *No, it's not. It's funny, in the Master's opinion.* *Have a little wave.*
teyla: *The joke's on you, Master. Don't think he'll come back for you. He'll go and find Lucy. She, at least, has an idea of how to cope with dignity.*
kikainogimon: *Blowhard. You'll be back.* *And since when has the Master *ever* coped with dignity?*
teyla: *He didn't come back last time, did he?*
kikainogimon: *You thought he was dead. Or are we referring to the *second* time you let him burn to death?*
teyla: *No. Neither time was him leaving. He only left you once. Well, twice now.*
kikainogimon: *Okay, that's low. B\*
kikainogimon: *Going to sit here and sulk and eat popcorn and watch Saturday morning cartoons*
kikainogimon: *In his jammies*
kikainogimon: *He's a mature part-Time Lord, he is*
teyla: *Going somewhere to be Subtly Emo While Getting On With His Life and secretly waiting for the Master to do something outrageous and stupid to get his attention.*
kikainogimon: *Nope. He's being self-pitying still. Which means no acting true-to-form yet*
teyla: *The Doctor's patient. Or, well, no, he isn't. But he's more stubborn than he's impatient.**
kikainogimon: Lucy: 9_9
kikainogimon: Lucy: *She has no idea why she keeps him around*
teyla: Doctor: *Yeah, he's not quite clear about that, either.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Did she ask for your opinion?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *does not particularly care for the Doctor >_>*
teyla: Doctor: *He meant himself. Why *he* keeps him around. Although he doesn't really, so. And yeah, he's noticing that. :| Why?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *They could have had the universe, she and Harry, but he wouldn't stop obsessing over *you.* Always the Doctor. You let him destroy himself, over and over, because you enjoy how you much you mean to him. How much you *matter.* Leave him alone. Leave both of them alone.*
teyla: Doctor: *That's not very fair.* *He tried to leave the Master alone. A long time ago. The Master wouldn't let him.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Fair's a false concept.*
teyla: Doctor: *Did he tell you that?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *gives him a look--what, you don't think she can think for herself?*
teyla: Doctor: *That's not what he meant.* *If he's the bad guy in this, then how come Lucy was siding with him at the end of the Year? Or was that just part of the "plan"?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *caught a weak spot, there, Doctor--she hugs herself, a shifting of arms that could just be a change in posture but isn't--it's a self-defense gesture, against memories, against thinking.* You could have stopped that. *If you had given in *once* during that Year, Doctor, it could have gone differently. It wouldn't have had to end the way it did*
teyla: Doctor: *Oh, so if he had destroyed himself, Lucy and the Master could have got what they wanted. Well, Lucy, that's just not how it works. If you decide to take without asking, you only get the things you're strong enough to break.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Would it have destroyed you, Doctor? To give something other than forgiveness?*
teyla: Doctor: *Does it matter? It was a battle of wills, and he came out on top. The Master challenged him, and he won. Why should he have *let* the Master win? The Master never lets anyone win but himself.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *a short exhalation that isn't *quite* a snort. Men*
teyla: Doctor: *Oh, that's an easy way out there, Lucy.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *And you're above easy ways out.*
teyla: Doctor: *I'm not using one right now, am I?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *. . . He hurt her, yes. She was terrified of him. She wanted to get away. But killing him didn't help.*
teyla: Doctor: *Yeah. It never does.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *That earns him an eyebrow and the barest hint of smile. She has some sense of their history, from what the Master's told her and from the shadow-memories she's gained as a metacrisis*
teyla: Doctor: *Anyway. She's half Time Lord now, so together, they make the last 1.5 of their kind. The Doctor would like it if they could get along. Is there a chance of them getting along?*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *thoughtful. Maybe they can, but she won't answer yet.* 1.5, Doctor, not 2.0? 1.6? *She got that much of it, did she? Took that much from him. He deserved it, yes, but still . . . There's so little of him left*
teyla: Doctor: *Running a hand through his hair. That was his words getting away from him; he didn't actually mean to imply that. Even though it's not exactly a lie.* I'm not sure. I-- *he shrugs, sort of helpless.* I can't hear him.
kikainogimon: Lucy: *nods. It's not a surprise.* He still has them. *The drums. She's looked. They were very hard for him to deal with, at first*
teyla: Doctor: *He looks at her, but says nothing. He's wondering now how much Time Lord the Master is physically. Entirely human? Partly human? If he's partly human, will he regenerate? Maybe Lucy succeeded in killing the Master after all.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Partly, she thinks. And she won't kill him again to find out, though the question's been there, between them. For both of them. Neither of them knows how long they'll live, or how they'll age, or what will happen when they die* *and she won't say anything, either. If you have a question, ask. This is her home. You came to her. She won't draw you out*
teyla: Doctor: *He doesn't expect you to have the answer. He rarely expects other people to have answers. He likes to find them himself. Not so much in this case, though. In this case, he'd be perfectly happy if the question didn't get answered for a long while.* I'd like to help. *He doesn't exactly direct the statement at her--he's going to stay no matter what she says; the Master is at least as much his responsibility as he is hers--but it *is* an offer to work together. Because that's what Lucy wants, too, right? She wants to help him. Even if only so she can make him owe her.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: I thought you might. *she considers him. How? And will the end result be any better than last time?*
teyla: Doctor: *He doesn't know how. He never does going in; he makes it up as he goes along. And stop going on about last time. Last time didn't start, go, or finish well for anybody. It's different this time.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *Fine. She'll leave it. For now* There's a suite upstairs. I've had it made up. It has a walk-in closet, big enough for your box.
teyla: Doctor: *He's giving you a smile now.* Thank you. *Maybe they can work together on this. It might have an effect on the Master. Or it might make him even more defensive. But then, even more defensive is hardly possible.*
kikainogimon: Lucy: *She smiles back--not a warm smile, not quite. Still guarded* Not at all. It's down the right hallway, as you come up the stairs, three doors down on the left. I'll show you.
kikainogimon: (I think they would do some being an Item.)
kikainogimon: (Which I'm sure the Master would adore 9_9)
kikainogimon: (At least they could let him join in B| )
teyla: (lol, sure they would. They'll both be despairing over the Master; they'll need some way to blow off some steam. And no, the Master can't join. B| Not until he learns to behave himself.)
kikainogimon: Master: *MOAR SULKING*
kikainogimon: Master: *you guys are having awesome telepathic sex and he is not invited .___.*
teyla: Doctor: *feels kind of bad now. BUT CAN'T BE PUTTING UP WITH HIM RIGHT NOW. Human!Master is exhausting. :|*
kikainogimon: Human!Master: *;____;* *will be very catty around you two for a while, here*
teyla: Doctor: *feels bad* *Why is he feeling bad? This is all the Master's fault anyway.* *Will still be feeling bad. Sleeping with Lucy feels like cheating on the Master now. Which is ridiculous. If anything, *Lucy* is cheating on the Master. And anyway, the whole cheating thing is something *humans* do.
kikainogimon: Master: *which means he should be the one cheating. Damn. Instead of just sulking. He should get on that*
teyla: Doctor: You need a wife or a husband before you can cheat.
kikainogimon: Master: *HE HAS A WIFE. In case you've forgotten who you're sleeping with.*
teyla: Doctor: Oh, right. *Oops. Contrite now.*
kikainogimon: Master: *9_9* *Yes, can't be bothered to remember the *complexities* of human relationships with all of that shagging distracting you.*
teyla: Doctor: She's not human.
kikainogimon: Master: *Yes, but she's *married* to one. Stickler. Half a human relationship, if that makes you happy.*
teyla: Doctor: *Not all humans are set on monogamy. And if you "cheat", she's not going to care. So it's not really cheating, is it?*
kikainogimon: Master: *ruin his fun.*
teyla: Doctor: Sorry. *drily*
kikainogimon: Master: *Why are you even here? He's a dead case, Doctor, what do you hope to achieve? Aside from getting laid. And not by him, that's a change*
teyla: Doctor: *He wanted to help you. Wants to help you. You're not making it very easy. Nothing new there, then.*
kikainogimon: Master: *Help him *how?* He's a metacrisis, betwixt and between, neither fish nor fowl. What can you do? Return him to his proper state? This is *it.* Half a woman who couldn't follow simple directions and half a dead genius. And *blond.**
teyla: Doctor: *Oh for--*will* you stop feeling sorry for yourself? Half a dead genius? What is that even supposed to mean? He's seen you in far worse states than this. What's so special about this time that you have to fold in on yourself and spend your days whining about your terrible fate and watching Desperate Housewives?*
kikainogimon: Master: *He's not allowed to whine? He's died how many times, and he's not allowed to whine? He's whining. Come down and stop him, if it bothers you that much*
teyla: Doctor: *He's been trying to make you stop ever since he got here. He's not getting anywhere. Is there some secret trick? Does he have to chant? Do a magic spell? He'll do a magic spell, it that's what it takes. He's desperate.*
kikainogimon: Master: *Go on, let's have some fake Latin.*
teyla: Doctor: *... accio secret masterplan to take over the universe?*
kikainogimon: Master: *eyebrow* *Cute.*
teyla: Doctor: *Oh whatever. Go on, you're gonna miss the teletubbies rerun.*
kikainogimon: Master: *No, he thinks he'll stick around.* What is this, Doctor? Charity? I'd've thought you'd be happy. I haven't hurt anyone in a year. Not a soul. Nothing they couldn't *recover* from.
teyla: Doctor: Do you miss it?
kikainogimon: Master: Every day. *sitting on a couch, chin on hands resting on the back of the sofa, watching the Doctor over it*
teyla: Doctor: Which part do you miss most? *He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, answering the Master's gaze--but distant, closed off. Not exactly tragic. It's almost clinical, the way he looks at the Master.*
kikainogimon: Master: *What are you up to? Whatever it is, he doesn't care for it B|* Most? *he laughs* The absolute control. You've seen it. What a Time Lord can do when he doesn't care if he intrudes. Their will was *my* will.
teyla: Doctor: Until it wasn't.
kikainogimon: Master: 'You can't stop them thinking.' *waves that off* I couldn't stop you *interfering.* Don't give credit where it isn't due. That was all you, Doctor. Using them the same way I did.
teyla: Doctor: The difference was that they were following me willingly.
teyla: Doctor: But that's not what I meant. What I meant was that your control never lasted. You always ended up with nothing. These short periods of absolute control--are those all you ever were?
kikainogimon: Master: All I ever--*scoffs* What?
teyla: Doctor: Well, that kind of control is out of your reach now, and you're acting as if there's nothing else. I want to know if there really isn't anything else.
kikainogimon: Master: *plays with a nubby loose string on the back of the sofa*
teyla: Doctor: *waiting. Come on, Master. Tell him you don't actually think that this is all there ever was to you.*
kikainogimon: Master: I still have my glittering personality. *What do you want him to say?*
teyla: Doctor: Oh, yeah, the bathrobes and the bedhair are blinding me with their sparkle. *He wants to know how much of this is an act and how much you actually think you're worthless as a human.*
kikainogimon: Master: *pulls a face at you* *and the answer would be, he really has no time for humans, and now he is one. One that might possibly regenerate and who's a bit psychic and heals faster than your average human but, largely, yes, human. The self-pity, he has it*
teyla: Doctor: *Ignoring your face-pulling. He's still waiting for a proper answer to his question.*
kikainogimon: Master: I'm a very special human being. I'm indomitable and brilliant and all of that tripe you spout. Oh, I *love* this, Doctor. Really. I love it. It's opened my eyes to the universe.
teyla: Doctor: Strike the human. *He's pushing himself off the wall now and walking around the couch to sit down next to the Master--not too close; he wouldn't want to scare him off with a possible threat of hugging attempts.* It doesn't matter *what* you are. Not to me, anyway. I care about *who* you are. Right now, I don't know who you are. I'd like to find out.
kikainogimon: Master: The Doctor is in. *turns around to sit back on the couch properly* I don't need you to help me find myself.
teyla: Doctor: Okay. If you don't want it, you're not getting it. But I'm going to stick around and wait until you *have* found yourself. Because I want to know who you're going to find.
kikainogimon: Master: *eyeroll* *shoves the Doctor, get off his couch* I'll give him your regards when I find him.
teyla: Doctor: *he's not exactly resisting your shove, but he's not getting off the couch either. He's just looking at you now. Why are you making this so hard? He knows you want him around, you always have, and if you didn't, you'd've already made him leave. And he's trying here, he really is, but you have to give him *something*.*
kikainogimon: Master: *the shove turns into a hand resting on the Doctor's shoulder. He can't hear you. There's nothing where your mind should be, except the barest scratch at the back of his own, distant, behind the drums. He looks back at the Doctor, and he's trying, as hard as he can, to follow that contact, to force it to be whole*
teyla: Doctor: *This hurts. Looking at you, seeing you *try*. He's gotten used to you not being there, but now that you're trying, he can hear an echo, the barest hint of a drumbeat in the back of his mind. But that's not the part of you he wants to hear. The drums have always made it harder to get through. He raises a hand and puts it over the Master's fingers, threading a thin connection--just strong enough so he can see past the drums, and just weak enough so what the Master will get to see of his mind won't hurt him.*
kikainogimon: Master: *There. But it's not him, he can tell, making the connection. Lucy's done this, when the pair of them were still learning, but she'd not yet learned to be careful. She'd forced him into quiet, into calm, hurt him with the rawness of her mind and her lack of skill.* *The Doctor's mind is much too large, but also a relief. It feels like a mind should, fully Time Lord, fully itself, one thing only, whole. He soaks in it, ignoring his own barriers for the moment, neglecting to defend his mind. And there's potential there, for defense. He's not as human as he's resigned himself to being--he's still adjusting to himself. He's top-of-the-line psychic, even beyond, but it's channeled along pathways, a biology, that isn't quite human or Time Lord. There's even the hint of a time sense, and none of the crowding that should come from being what he is, Time Lord memories in a human body. Most of his potential is untapped, because he's been trying to *force* it to operate by his old rules.*
teyla: Doctor: *Their minds have always had a close bond. The last time they had fully shared each others mind was a *long* time ago, but they had done it, and connections like that don't break easily. The Master's mind is familiar, but at the same time, it's new--new and different. So much smaller. Their minds had always been equals, rivals, the Doctor hadn't needed to be careful or considerate, there had been nothing in his mind that wasn't matched with equal strength in the Master's mind. Now, as he's looking into the Master's mind--for the first time in a long time really looking into it, no barriers to keep him out--it's all still there, but it's so much smaller. It's like looking at a miniature model--but it's a working model. Nothing here is fake, it's all still there. It's just smaller, more confined.* *Look at that, Master. Look at yourself. You're still whole, it's all still here. You're still you. Look at it.*
kikainogimon: Master: *He doesn't want to, hasn't, ever since he came back, and realized that he might look like the Master, think like him, but his body was more Lucy's than Lucy's was, now, and hers more his than her own. An exchange he'd never considered, the mismatching of mind to species. But the Doctor makes him look, because the Master has no ability to pull away--or believes he has none. He sees what the Doctor sees--the Master, all of him, laid out, bare. A Time Lord in miniature, orders of magnitude diminished, interpreted in strange ways--the time sense should be located *here,* but instead it's *there,* an enhancement of capacities latent in the human brain but never brought out by natural evolution. Memory capacity's enhanced, psychic sensitivity running--oh. Differently. He can see that, it's based on--interesting. Emotive? A combination of proper psychic sensitivity and hyper-phsyical sensitivity, gesture language, pheromones, enhanced perception and control. He'd never thought . . . And he's off rummaging through his own mind, using the Doctor's connection as a window and a lifeline, exploring how his own mind works now, pleased, himself for a moment, a scientist examining a new specimen*
teyla: Doctor: *Yes, he's making you look. It's an idea, isn't it, looking at what you've got before you dismiss it as useless. Oh, Master. But the Doctor isn't interfering--much--he's just letting the Master find his way around, from time to time nudging him if he's about to dismiss something without realizing its full potential. Yes, human eyesight, the image your seeing is partly made up of memory, but look, you can *influence* that. You can take out the memory parts. You can see things as they really are. No average human can do that. The Master finding his own potential is pleasing the Doctor as much as the Master. He told you you were brilliant, didn't he?*
kikainogimon: Master: *true to form, the Master has become absorbed in himself, almost entirely ignoring the Doctor, the guiding presence chaperoning around his own mind. He's lost in discovery, in the realization that he's exactly what the Doctor's own metacrisis was--something new. Something entirely new. Not some Frankenstein's monster combination, bits of Time Lord clumsily grafted onto a human being, but integrated. A complete being. Unique in the universe. Healthy and unbroken. He laughs, pulling back from the contact to look at the Doctor, excited and happy. Uncomplicated, for once.*
teyla: Doctor: *He will hug you now. Resistance is futile, Master, you are being hugged in proper Doctor Hug Fashion(TM)*
kikainogimon: Master: *hugs back without thinking. Rassilon, it's good to touch you again, you daft idiot* I'm a wonder! Did you see that, did you see all of that? I didn't know neurons could--oh--*hell, kissing you now, sudden. An exclamation kiss! Mwuh*
teyla: Doctor: *He's the daft idiot? Okay, maybe he is, it doesn't matter, really. It *is* good to touch you again; he missed you. He hadn't realized how much.* I saw it! I saw all of it, I-- *He's being exclamation kissed! Oh, come on, this deserves a proper kiss. Pulling you back towards him and kissing you, properly. You're you, and you're whole and brilliant, and, most importantly, you're back.*
kikainogimon: Master: *He is. Oh, he is. The universe had better watch out. And so had you, Doctor, kissing him like that. The best defense is a good offense, as they say. He'll just have to defend himself*
teyla: Doctor: *Finally. He's been waiting for that defense. Offense. Whichever. He's letting the Master push him back against the armrest, slipping his hand behind his neck, fingers slipping into the Master's hair. Blond hair. He likes the blond. Did he tell you that he likes the blond? He would tell you now, but he's busy getting snogged senseless.*
kikainogimon: Master: *He would tell you, why, thank you, he's getting used to it himself, if he wasn't busy snogging you senseless*
