043; driven by drums

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[dictated, insane, manic]

I can't hear myself think! The drums!


[jumping to his feet, taking the journal]

Doctor, I

AM

COMING

FOR

YOU!

((OOC: He's... just dashed to Nine's room. If the door is locked, he'll probably pound on it relentlessly, throwing himself into it - to the point where he'll be bruised and hands bleeding, most likely. Generally, he's lost his sense and reason. If it isn't locked... uhm, hopefully Nine'll be in the TARDIS, otherwise, he's... going to try smashing Nine's head open with a lamp/chair or strangle him or something. If Nine's in the TARDIS... the Master'll probably wait until someone drags him away. xD))

Comments

[loluronfire.livejournal.com]

.....

Having fun?

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[sounds of him running, dictated, insanely:]

Oh yes, oh yes, I am indeed!

[loluronfire.livejournal.com]

.... Yeah, sounds like it.

[fragmentedangel.livejournal.com]

I'm happy that you're having fun. :D! ♥

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Go take a long walk and get ahold of yourself. You're not coming for anyone.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[sounds of him running; insane, twisted laughter; dictated:]

Oh, but I AM, my dear, dear Doctor! I'll KILL you, and I'll kill HIM, and... and...

[more laughter, panting, he's definitely, definitely more insane than he normally is]

I'll kill you BOTH! It's the only way it'll stop!

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

No, it's not. Go outside. This'll pass.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[dictated, slowing down; insanely, driven, single-minded:]

No. No, it won't. She causes it. War. I can't think, I can't sleep, JUST DRUMS! Its the call to war, Doctor - AND MY WAR IS WITH YOU! BOTH OF YOU!

It's so LOUD!

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Then get away from War! There aren't any effects of whatever's going on down there up here, just --

[frustrated pause]

I appreciate the 'space' you promised us, by the way, coming round to kill us now.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[dictated, insanely:]

She'll find me.

[panting from crazy, trying, desperately trying to regain some measure of sanity]

Then for your sake, get me out of this castle! RESTRAIN ME, IF NEEDED.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

And how am I supposed to get near you when you're in a state like this? Chuck a tranquilizer from down the hall?

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[shouted, barely keeping himself under control:]



[quieter, unhinged, still keeping a tight hold on what little sanity he has:]

I'll try not to do anything, but you have to be quick. It's even hard to talk!

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[dictated; standing up]

Yes, yes, fine. You're lucky I've still got one of these. On my way.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[no verbal reply made back, but there is the sound of someone smashing against something, beating on something; violence and anger and rage]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[and that would be the sound of a door opening and closing, walking, lift opening, lift moving, lift opening and Ten creeping out cautiously, leftover sedative in hand.]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[the noises completely and totally ignored! He's pounding away on the goddamn TARDIS, man! Smashing whatever he can against it, screaming and clawing and generally acting mad(der). He's got himself distracted basically.]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[good! because he's headed towards that pounding, needle ready. behind him, now~]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[continues pounding on it, hard and violently; obviously oblivious to whatever pain its causing to himself. A few things get smashed on it, if there is anything to smash on it.

Yelled at the Ninth Doctor, who is in the TARDIS, same level of insanity as before:]

I don't CARE! I don't care at all! FACE ME, DOCTOR! CEASE YOUR COWARDICE!

[he doesn't notice Ten at all.]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[there's a pause and a look of mixed resignation and annoyance before he steps forward, jabbing him with the needle ... again. Like we needed an encore of THAT.]

Remember, you asked me to do this, so no complaining. [grunt, supporting. D:]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[sedatives acting quickly. Slumps onto Ten. Not like, crush the man, but needing him for support to stand properly.

Slurred offhandedly, to Ten:]

I... I need a vacation. A very long vacation...

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[argh, holding the lump up]

I think we all do. [shouted in the TARDIS's direction] Sorry about that, Nine. I'll take it from here. Enjoy your afternoon.((ooc:/evening/whatevertimeofdayitis >>;)) [and with that, leading him outside]

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

[annnnnd copy+paste time, door opens and so forth]

Nice work, Ten. I thought he'd never shut up.

[pause, calling after him]

Hang on! I need to have a talk with him.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[they stop. The Master looks drowsily at Nine.

recorded, slurred to Nine:]

What?

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

[takes a few steps and catches up]

Since this is the sanest you're likely to get without castle interference, I figure now might be a good time to chew you out.

Exactly what were you thinking?

[ooc: It's fine, really!]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[putting his hand to the bridge of his nose. He's got the headache to end all headaches - and even with sedation, he's still reeling from War's... existence.

Slurred:]

Please be more specific. If you mean coming up here... War... War caused that. I can still feel it. I need to get out of this castle immediately.

[clinging to Ten for balance. Really, he's inwardly cursing himself for that.]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[he's still here! but he's just listening to Nine rant, because his mun's off to bed.

And ':\' at the clinging.]

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

[Nine does meaningful-eyebrow-raise-of-understood-annoyance in Ten's direction]

No, not that. That sort of thing's par for the course with you. I'm talking about claiming to be Nataku's father.

What exactly are you up to?

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[despite the ache in his head, he smirks widely - though with the sedatives, it doesn't really have as much effect as he'd like

slurred:]

Nataku is so... helpful, isn't he? Or rather, Kazuki. It offered its help so freely...

[a drugged laugh]

Koschei told him to stay away. He didn't. Its Kazuki's own fault.

[a pause]

I like to think I'm... an improvement on his real father. His father wanted to kill all of humanity. I just want to kill you two.

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

[angry]

It-- He doesn't know any better! He only does what he's told. You're using him.

[snort]

Oh, narrowed your scope, have you? Just because you're a selective murderer, that doesn't make you any better of a role .

He looks up to you and what are you going to teach him? That it's okay to kill?

[ooc: Argh, sorry this is late. @__@]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[still slurred]

It. It came to me, Doctor, it came to me. So what if it doesn't know any better? It'll learn!

[a pause]

Humanity means nothing to me. It could exist, it could not exist, all that matters is you. If killing them gets your attention and hurts you... then I'll do what is needed.

[with sedated malice]

You make it sound as if you're so much better than me, Doctor. How many people have died because of you, hm?

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

That's-- [taken aback] That's different! I never meant for any of it to-- I don't kill people. Things... [long pause, softer than before] things happen.

[ooc: S'okay~ :D]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[sneering, though, as always, the sedation takes away most of the effect]

Oh, its different because it was unintended? The end is the same, Doctor. You kill people by proxy.

[a weak laugh]

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

[transcribed 'tch' sound]

Zero points for self-control.

[ooc: Door is not there, since SB Prime smashed it in a day or so ago. :D Luckily, Nine hasn't left the TARDIS since then. He's watching the Master on the monitor with an exasperated look on his face.]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[is obviously smashing on the TARDIS insanely, then. Even though the more saner, logical part of his head knows it's incredibly stupid - right now he's... er, operating entirely single-mindedly on 'kill the Doctor'. Yes. That's it.

Dictated, insanely, more than normal:]

You have to come out

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

Nah, don't think I will. The TARDIS kitchens could last me forever. Or near enough, at any rate.

And-- OI! Will you stop BANGING ON THE DOOR like that?! She's been abused enough lately!

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[continues pounding on it, hard and violently; obviously oblivious to whatever pain its causing to himself. A few things get smashed on it, if there is anything to smash on it.

dictated, same level of insanity as before:]

I don't CARE! I don't care at all! FACE ME, DOCTOR! CEASE YOUR COWARDICE!

[oh look theres a Ten creeping behind him, hi Ten! Of course, he doesn't notice, he's busy being distracted by insanity]

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

[veeeery cheery, especially as he can now see Ten; first part is almost sing-song]

Don't~want~to~~

I like being a coward.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[before he can say anything else, Ten has jabbed him in the neck with a needle. Whatever it is, it acts fairly quickly on him, and he slumps onto Ten.

Recorded, Ten:] Remember, you asked me to do this, so no complaining.

[recorded, the Master slurring to Ten:] I... I need a vacation. A very long vacation...

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

[snort of amusement, sound of TARDIS door opening]

Nice work, Ten. I thought he'd never shut up.