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Ficspam...
This's for Ryss, since I think this may end up in it. Or not. Dunno. But I love this scene, even if it fits absolutely nowhere. Sigh.
"Miserable planet." The voice was stern and business-like, the undertone of malice clear. The woman speaking was severely dressed in a black and grey business-suit. Her dark hair was scraped back into a bun, a small bit of grey strewn through it to give it a slightly more austere look.
Her companion glanced at her, amused, "But, my dear, you have to admit, it offers such opportunities for amusement."
"Only for perverted souls such as yours." She replied caustically.
"Rani, Rani, I'm merely, full of direction." The Master answered, eyes still twinkling in amusement. His white and grey robe was complemented by his van Dyke beard and piercing grey eyes. Salt and peppered hair adorned his head in a decently fashionable but.
She snorted, "You sent me a message, offering a business deal of some sort."
"I wish to rid myself of the Doctor. He was never particularly useful, and the last several encounters have ended badly for myself."
"And you think I can take care of him, do you?" The Rani shook her head, "You don't remember our adventures at school very well, O Great One."
He gave a sigh of irritation, "So cynical at such a young age."
"I've encountered him before. As with you, my defeat seemed inevitable. I prefer to stear clear of him. Let him save petty planets and insipid children from disputes. I have loftier ambitions."
The Master watched her rise from the deck chair with hooded eyes, "My dear..."
"No." She stepped towards him, "It won't work on me, you silly old trout."
His eyebrows shot up, "Trout? I would have said shark."
"Halibut."
He reached up and stroked his beard, "Not amphibious at all."
"I am gone. Don't call for me again, unless the game is more fortuitously laid out."
"As you wish."
"I do."
And then she was gone, striding from the room and into the hall where her TARDIS was doubling as a small coat-rack. It whispered away and was gone, leaving the Master behind, his eyes dark with plots.
-0-0-0
See, I have no use for it. I'm not doing anything earth-shattering, just. Stuff. But. The scene, man. Dude. The scene.
"Miserable planet." The voice was stern and business-like, the undertone of malice clear. The woman speaking was severely dressed in a black and grey business-suit. Her dark hair was scraped back into a bun, a small bit of grey strewn through it to give it a slightly more austere look.
Her companion glanced at her, amused, "But, my dear, you have to admit, it offers such opportunities for amusement."
"Only for perverted souls such as yours." She replied caustically.
"Rani, Rani, I'm merely, full of direction." The Master answered, eyes still twinkling in amusement. His white and grey robe was complemented by his van Dyke beard and piercing grey eyes. Salt and peppered hair adorned his head in a decently fashionable but.
She snorted, "You sent me a message, offering a business deal of some sort."
"I wish to rid myself of the Doctor. He was never particularly useful, and the last several encounters have ended badly for myself."
"And you think I can take care of him, do you?" The Rani shook her head, "You don't remember our adventures at school very well, O Great One."
He gave a sigh of irritation, "So cynical at such a young age."
"I've encountered him before. As with you, my defeat seemed inevitable. I prefer to stear clear of him. Let him save petty planets and insipid children from disputes. I have loftier ambitions."
The Master watched her rise from the deck chair with hooded eyes, "My dear..."
"No." She stepped towards him, "It won't work on me, you silly old trout."
His eyebrows shot up, "Trout? I would have said shark."
"Halibut."
He reached up and stroked his beard, "Not amphibious at all."
"I am gone. Don't call for me again, unless the game is more fortuitously laid out."
"As you wish."
"I do."
And then she was gone, striding from the room and into the hall where her TARDIS was doubling as a small coat-rack. It whispered away and was gone, leaving the Master behind, his eyes dark with plots.
-0-0-0
See, I have no use for it. I'm not doing anything earth-shattering, just. Stuff. But. The scene, man. Dude. The scene.