185; this is just really long k

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[there are pages worth of mathematics; ranging from the most simple to the most extreme, obscure, and complex; there is also science as well, formulas and measurements of velocity and a whole host of other things]

[TAP TAP TAP TAP]

I've got a bloody headache, wish I could turn down the sound on all of that; perhaps I ought to set up a mental barrier; no, no, that wouldn't work well enough. I ought to- no, that wouldn't work either.

Idiots, barely any of them worth my time at all. Perhaps if I-

I need to make repairs on the TARDIS, change wiring; it'll be something, I expect, better than nothing at all.

I wonder what he'd like.

They can't hear it, no one hears it; no, that's a lie, I bet he does. I bet he does, I bet if I asked him he'd say yes, he'd say that he could hear it clear as crystal and then I could see if he'd shatter and break and

That'd be lovely.

Note to self, start collecting materials for a bomb. A good one, nothing atomic, though that'd be rather amusing to use on the people here. I could make random floors radioactive.

Perhaps I ought to listen to Mozart when I'm working on-

Promethium, that'd be good.

If I ever get back, I ought to visit Qasson and systematically eradicate it's species in alphabetical order.

SOMEONE OUGHT TO PAY FOR ALL THIS; THEY OUGHT TO SUFFER AND EXPERIENCE A SLOW AGONIZING DEATH.

Cowards, all of them, hmph.

I wish I could kill him. I want to kill him. No, I don't. Shut up. Yes, I do. That'd be exquisite.

I need to get rid of the scars.

[and it continues on for a bit, randomly flitting between subject to subject, often getting mired and confusing]

Comments

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

[quiet sound of confusion]




What?

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[his writing is randomly filled with mathematics as it goes along]

Ahhh, Chris! Just thinking.

Have you ever caused the collapse of a star? You probably haven't. Not many people have.

Very interesting to see.

I preferred the good mood, seems I'm writing whatever I think.

So much for precognition, rather useless really.

You know, setting up a motion sensing device on all the floors along with very small, cloaked cameras would be a good way to pass the time.

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

[mhmmm, this is another pause as Chris is going... o___O]

No... no, can't say I've ever collapsed a star.

Shouldn't you just close the journal if you can't control it?

Precognition? Really?

... you want to spy on everyone?

[oneto-one.livejournal.com]

Hello, Master.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[math, and computer code]

You know I've been wondering if I could attempt to change your code.

Ahhh, One. Hello.

Without being shot or poisoned, anyway; just a small little experiment, nothing severe, just cosmetic.

Colour, perhaps.

Have I mentioned I dislike temporary losses?

[oneto-one.livejournal.com]

[idle additions to the above]

Have you? You could ask.

It would be odd to be pink.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

This can't bode well.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

No, it can't.

[tapping]

I still want to kill you. It'd be pointless, but I'd enjoy it. Then I'd get glared at for hours, possibly hit. Then you'd come back.

You have no idea how hard it is to have a conversation like this.

When was the last time you've been to Russia?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

I can imagine, aaand I imagine it wouldn't be easy.

A while ago. Before my ninth, at least. Met the Tzar.

[purple-bo.livejournal.com]

[adds to the math]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[it goes on until it slips into an entirely different language, one from a completely different universe, over six million years old]

[purple-bo.livejournal.com]

[pen taps, and then drawing schematics for the Shell-Cells]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[soft footsteps, slowing growing louder, before a door slides open; and he stops, tapping lightly on the frame]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[he jerks his head up, he's broken out of a sort of daze]

Ah. Yes. Come in.

You look exquisite.

I'm having trouble keeping on one subject, I'm certain you've noticed that.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[a faint smile as he walks closer]

Thank you.

[then a slight nod]

A tad difficult not to.

[atriplefirst.livejournal.com]

[adding a few notes here and there, a few variations scribbled along the side]

Certainly have quite a bit on your mind, Master.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[he continues on with it, though adding on to things]

Oh, always.

It isn't as if I can help it. As soon as something strikes me, I feel rather compelled to say or write it.

Right now, I'm contemplating how large of a splatter an average size resident of this castle would make were they dropped from an excess of two hundred feet.

[atriplefirst.livejournal.com]

[adding a few variables, an arrow is drawn connecting it to a previous equation, a note written in gallifreyan]

It would depend on the mass of the body and factoring in the rate it would fall, since the impact would be determined by this.

Wind factor would have to be taken into consideration.

[benotmywish.livejournal.com]

. . .? [Draws a few stars around the edges of his mathematic formulas] Quantum physics?

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

Yes.

General math as well. All sorts of biology.

How are you doing, Kazuki? NATAKU?

Remember, NATAKU, not KAZUKI

[devil-blue.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it was possible for you to sound any madder than you usually do. Congratulations.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

I am not having a fit of madness, Vergil.

You can be such a fool at times.

I'm on a temporary loss.

[his pen grinds into the paper] Its so tempting to kill everyone here, you know that?

[back to normal]

Not to mention, highly frustrating.

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

You're tapping... the drums?

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

No, I'm tapping out the drum beat of that idiotic 'Wipeout' song.

I expect I told you then.

Lovely to know. Just what everyone needs to hear, can't have anything private even for a few moments.

[for a while it diverts into math]

I can't stand you. Why are you bothering in engaging in any form of conversation with me?

Bloody hell.

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

You're awfully talkative today.

Can't help it?