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tampered2008-06-18 06:07 pm
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Log; Complete
When; Thursday, June 18, Evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Lucy Saxon (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cathedralgirl) and her hubby (master_supreme)
Summary; The happy couple's reunion! <3
Log;
Although the circumstances of his arrival had been less than ideal, the Master couldn't help but adore this city just a little bit (and it was out of adoration, of course, that he wanted to see it collapse in on itself as the citizens devoured each other in a degenerate frenzy and he harnessed the power of the deities. Simple stuff, really). The ticking had bothered him at first-- yes, he could admit that. When combined with the endless drumbeats raging in his head, it was too loud, too cacophonous for him to think straight when the ticking first began. It couldn't even hit the same beat as the drums... that made it worse. Constant distraction. But, after remaining awake all night, listening to it, he came to love the ticking. The drums spoke of war, but the ticking was something else... He would decipher it soon enough. In the meantime, it was a handy alarm! He'd always know if somebody was near just by the absence of the clicking.
And that was, in fact, why he knew his darling Lucy was not at her quarters. The ticking, steadily click click clicking away, faithfully accompanied the drums. And although he hadn't had his laser screwdriver with him, picking past the lock had been simple enough. To think that a lock could stop him. Tssk, Lucy had always been so naive.
Oh, but how she'd changed. Lovely, really. He considered her state of mind to be a mark of his craftsmanship, two and a half years in the making.
With the apartment empty, the Master went right to work looking through everything that had been lying about (and for things that were hidden), but there was nothing that piqued his interest. Even the kitchen had been a dreadful disappointment. Oh well. Lucy would be home soon enough. And if not her, the little girl. He could settle for either one, really. Patiently, he sat, fingers drumming on the arm of his chair, waiting for the ticking to stop.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Lucy Saxon (
cathedralgirl) and her hubby (master_supreme)Summary; The happy couple's reunion! <3
Log;
Although the circumstances of his arrival had been less than ideal, the Master couldn't help but adore this city just a little bit (and it was out of adoration, of course, that he wanted to see it collapse in on itself as the citizens devoured each other in a degenerate frenzy and he harnessed the power of the deities. Simple stuff, really). The ticking had bothered him at first-- yes, he could admit that. When combined with the endless drumbeats raging in his head, it was too loud, too cacophonous for him to think straight when the ticking first began. It couldn't even hit the same beat as the drums... that made it worse. Constant distraction. But, after remaining awake all night, listening to it, he came to love the ticking. The drums spoke of war, but the ticking was something else... He would decipher it soon enough. In the meantime, it was a handy alarm! He'd always know if somebody was near just by the absence of the clicking.
And that was, in fact, why he knew his darling Lucy was not at her quarters. The ticking, steadily click click clicking away, faithfully accompanied the drums. And although he hadn't had his laser screwdriver with him, picking past the lock had been simple enough. To think that a lock could stop him. Tssk, Lucy had always been so naive.
Oh, but how she'd changed. Lovely, really. He considered her state of mind to be a mark of his craftsmanship, two and a half years in the making.
With the apartment empty, the Master went right to work looking through everything that had been lying about (and for things that were hidden), but there was nothing that piqued his interest. Even the kitchen had been a dreadful disappointment. Oh well. Lucy would be home soon enough. And if not her, the little girl. He could settle for either one, really. Patiently, he sat, fingers drumming on the arm of his chair, waiting for the ticking to stop.