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Log // Complete // Closed

When; Wednesday, January 13, night
Rating; PG-ish? PG-13? I dunno.
Characters; The Master (

council_king )
Summary; The Master is of the opinion that he can control everyone who enters his dreams. Rido intends to prove him wrong. Very...VERY wrong.
Log; Even if it wasn't his real TARDIS, the Master rather liked it.

All right, correction: he especially liked it. He could control this one almost perfectly, being, as it was, formed from his mind. He liked this curse too. All these people, walking blithely into his mind...little realising that the moment they did, he was the one in control. He'd been having so much fun. It made the City rather worth it, these sorts of curses. Access to people from all across the multiverse, all of them there for his own amusement. Of course, he couldn't pay attention to everything at once, some visitors might have ended up with a little more than they'd bargained for, but that wasn't his lookout.

He currently relaxed quite happily in an armchair of one of the many studies his dream-TARDIS contained. He flipped through a book absent-mindedly, as obviously he'd read it before--it was in his memory, after all--but it was pleasant nonetheless. Mostly, he just relished in the experience of communing with a TARDIS again. The one on the other side of the wall had been uncomfortably silent, whereas this one, created as it was by himself, communed quite nicely in a steady hum, marred only by the undercurrent of drums that nothing he did could erase. Oh well. Small price to pay for an otherwise perfect illusion.

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Such delightful fun it was... slowly unraveling and perverting the dreams that presented themselves to him as if lambs on a sacrificial alter. With dreams, Rido Kuran had free reign to bring his every desire to light. There was no escape, not here in Morpheus' realm. And not from the Pureblooded vampire king.

But there was one dreamer in particular that held his interest. One that was in desperate need of his 'attentions'.

Insinuating himself into the Master's dream was child's play. His own presence, hidden, he set about at tearing down the Time Lord's illusions. First, the steady thrumming of the mechanics began to fail, hitching and slowing as the machine's heartbeat began to flat-line. Then, the delicious sounds of metal scraping together as if being crushed by an unseen force.

From his front row seat, the corners of his mouth began to curl into a sadistic smile.

The Master looked up from his book, startled, as he heard the grinding of machinery. That wasn't supposed to happen. He let the TARDIS' consciousness run through his mind, trying to discern what had gone wrong. The book fell from his hand and disappeared. No reason to maintain it.

He stood up and walked briskly toward the control-room as he continued to examine his TARDIS. Her inner workings...how...they were completely falling apart! That shouldn't happen! That was a fate for the Doctor's TARDIS, old and malused, not his lovely, well-kept TARDIS.

As he finally reached the control-room, the sounds stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of the drums, and the Master's own hearts and breathing. He strained to listen...

...and then there was a sickening bang, and the screech of metal as the TARDIS pitched violently to one side and the Master was thrown to the floor as the deep, booming Cloister Bell began to ring out. He clambered to his feet, running over to the console. What was going on?

Then, as he watched in horror, the console cracked open, and the Heart of the TARDIS began to bleed through...

Edited 2010-01-13 07:10 (UTC)

Now this was a familiar emotion... confusion, laced with a growing alarm upon his prey's countenance. But it wasn't enough to sate his tastes. Not even close.

Eyes narrowing in eager anticipation, the Pureblood made quick work of dissecting the environment, adding his own special touches to the otherwise sterile environment. A thick, greasy substance as black as night bubbled out from the fractured console. The sounds of it dripping wetly on the slick polished floor, amplified without the previous thrumming of the engine.

Next to go was the harsh artificial light, flickering in a pale mimicry of candle light before being snuffed out with unseen hands.

Edited 2010-01-13 06:41 (UTC)

The Master narrowed his eyes as the other lights in the room flickered out, leaving only the tendrils of light escaping from the Heart of the TARDIS, now seemingly trying to recoil from the new, black substance that oozed from the console.

He walked closer to it and the light flickered and tried to twine out and around him, seeking protection in his body. Blinking it impatiently away from where it tried to stream into his eyes, he crouched down next to the viscous black fluid, reaching out a questing finger to examine it, ready to streak a line through it.

If the Master thought he'd have time to examine the viscous matter spilling from the console's innards, he was sadly mistaken. Wasting no time, Rido's mismatched eyes turned to the walls.

The change was quick, a small fracture starting along one of the walls, rapidly sending splintered lines around the room. But the walls were just the beginning of the end to the time machine. In this fluid dream like state, the Pureblood would be the one to set the stage for this little production. The floor was next, groaning as if in agony, it's surface breaking up like ice underneath the Time Lords feet.

It was time to bring things crashing around his head, then the true entertainment could begin~.

Nonononono, this couldn't be happening. His TARDIS, his beautiful...

He started to run for the wall, instinctively wanting to fix it, somehow, and nearly fell into one of the cracks beginning in the floor. The space yawed beneath him and he scrambled back, finally letting the Heart of his TARDIS come to him for protection, all of it flowing into his body. His veins glowed now, along with his eyes as he tried to use all the power of controlled time (even if it was imaginary) to repair the crumbling walls, the floor breaking into sections--but it fought back. The TARDIS wasn't his any more. But if the TARDIS was his mind...

Something had gone wrong.

Panic... sweet... delectable panic. It was simply lovely, making Rido's smile widen at just how entertaining this was turning out to be.

It was pointless for the man to try to avoid the destruction of his machine. Rido was well versed in manipulation, both in dreams as well as the waking world. Pulling the strings, the ceiling began to crumble, crashing loudly as it struck the floor. There was nothing that could save it now. Not when it elicited such enticing reactions from the Time Lord.

It was difficult to try for another diagnostic check even with the TARDIS glowing in his inner mind but the Master was trying his hardest when the ceiling began to fall. Staircases, platforms, all of it crumbling down, turning into dust and nothingness. Even the glow was fading from the Master's body, as the scenario collapsed.

The Master ended up in a crouch on the floor, his arms clasped above his head, trying to protect himself, somehow, from this controlled destruction of his mental cocoon.

Now, if he was really lucky, this would be the point where he woke up.

The TARDIS' death throes were deafening. It's once concrete form stripped down to nothing, exploding into fragments of smoke and rubble around the cowering 'Master'.

It was delightful, seeing the normally snide Time Lord being reduced to such a state. It was well deserved, and long overdue...

As the smoke began to clear, Rido wove the blackened canvas around the Master into the dim interior of a long hallway that stretched off in the distance. Sound was muted here, drowned out by the suffocating darkness.

When the ceiling never hit him, he removed his arms and looked up. Shadowy hallway. All right. This was much more like something he might do. Perhaps his sub-sub-conscious had decided he needed a challenge?

His breathing becoming more even, the Master tested the hallway with his mind, physically represented by a few remaining TARDIS tendrils curling from his hands to slide along the wall. They slid like grease, and then were sucked in and pulled away from him. The Master glared at it and then huffed, slipping his hands into the pocket of his trousers, shrugging, and then removing them again. Very well. No proper lighting, then.

He started to walk forward along the hallway, not overly affected by the lack of sound or light. He was going to find out who was doing this, who had dared to do this and then there would be a reckoning.

There were oh so many things he was learning, just by observing the man work through the the adversities that the Pureblood was pitting him against. The Master was not a weak thing, even if his personality left something to be desired.

He was clever, and although could be rattled, was a man who could quickly regain his composure. Such traits were attractive in allies. Irritating in enemies...

It was just a pity that at the current time, Rido found very little to like in the man. Perhaps if he learned a valuable lesson in humility (or at least could be convinced to show some respect), then it might be worth it to keep him alive.

If not, it was no matter. It would all be decided shortly.

Watching the Master move along the path that he'd set before him, the darkness coalesced into structure and form. Light spilling softly from under large ornate doors laid out in the distance.

Doors meant something new or even a room, considering the light that suddenly brightened the hallway slightly, coming from under the doors far away from him. The Master sped up, not running, but walking briskly to reach the doors, to discover what exactly he was dealing with.

As he came up closer to the doors he slowed again, approaching them more cautiously, making sure with a hand to his jacket that his laser screwdriver would be easily accessible because one never knows... He walked forward, the light reflecting off of his shoes, and, making a decision, pushed the doors open solidly, requiring some effort to push them forward and away from him as he strode through them.

The doors were thrown wide, exposing a large chamber, two stories tall with large Gothic windows lining the back wall. Countless shadow clad figures fill the room, bowed low in supplication towards a dais on the far end. But at the Master’s entrance, their heads swivel around, eyes blazing with an eerie light as they stare at their unwanted guest. He is not one of them. Not worthy of being in this place.

Time slows suddenly, and the chamber fills with a silence so thick that the only thing one might hear is their heart(s) beating loudly in their ears.

It was clearly meant to be creepy, the Master could tell. A little bit over-the-top, in his opinion, very much his old regeneration, actually. This was something of a comfort. He'd encountered his past selves in his mind before. It came with being a Time Lord. Shadowy worshippers were a nice touch, even though they felt quite hostile to him. Odd. He began to walk forward toward the dais.

And then the silence fell and he stumbled, unaccustomed to the complete emptiness in his head. He wasn't sure what to do with it, it was something completely alien to him. He began to focus almost unreasonably on his hearts. Something to replace the drums.

Even more determined now, if a bit shaken, he set out between the figures, making his way to the dais. He's certain that whatever is responsible for this will be there.

Well, wasn't that interesting. A momentary faltering in the man's step. The corners of Rido's mouth curved up, amused by the man's more telling reactions...

But he'd had enough to tell him what he wanted to know. Now was the time to return the favor.

The crowd begrudgingly parted allowing the Master through. But their eyes remained firmly fixed to the interloper, not wanting one of his kind in their midst.

Out of the coiling darkness, the bodies began to coalesce, littering the stairs that led up to the seated figure upon the thrown. In his arms, was the latest of his victims, a shapely young woman whose life was extinguished as easily as one would blow out a candle. Withdrawing his fangs from her throat, the Pureblood's mismatched eyes slid up to watch the Master's approach.

"... it's not polite to interrupt a man's feast, hasn't anyone ever taught you that?"

He stood, allowing the woman's corpse to fall at his feet, all thoughts of the girl completely forgotten. And drawing the back of his hand across his bloodstained lips, he shot the master a languorous smirk.

"Or did you come to play~?"

Rido? Ah. The Master wasn't entirely certain what he'd done to warrant this sort of attention and, of course, he was wary, but most importantly, he couldn't let that line pass without comment. His voice was loud in his ears when he spoke.

"Posturing?" said the Master, stopping a couple of metres away from the steps. "Really?" He rolled his eyes. "You wanted me to interrupt your 'feast', you led me here, you set this up. Why don't you tell me what this is all about?" He smiled, a little bit patronisingly, still ready to pull out his laser screwdriver if necessary.

Edited 2010-01-20 05:20 (UTC)

Laughing, Rido's eyes lit up, gleaming a vibrant crimson and blue. "Hahaha! So true."

His mouth pulled into a wide grin, his teeth gleaming in the pale ambient light. "And my, how very easy it was too~"

Step by step, he slowly made his way down the stairs, his feet trodding heedlessly on the bodies beneath him as he gazed intently on the Master. "There is unfinished business between us, isn't there? I'm merely attending to that. Tying up loose ends... doesn't that sound like fun~?"

"I'm unaware of any business," shrugged the Master. "Unless you mean the whole 'sama' thing." He did quotation fingers as he said it, not backing off, not yet. He considered this to still be his dream, after all. He'd have control back the moment he concentrated, he was sure of it.

Still smiling down at the Time Lord, Rido paused in his descent. "I suppose that's part of it... just a symptom of the general sickness though." Tilting his head slightly, his eyes narrowed intently. "You do know what I mean, don't you."

"Not feeling intimidated by you in the least?" the Master suggested. "I wouldn't call that a disease so much as common sense, so perhaps that's not what you mean." He put his hands into his pockets, seemingly casually, but in actuality, making sure that his laser screwdriver was in his hand and ready.

Of course intimidation would have made their little get together all the more enjoyable. But it was the blatant disrespect on the Master's part that Rido had decided must be stopped. Clearly the man just didn't understand what he was up against. It was simply a matter of giving him a little lesson to still that acidic tongue of his... and if it didn't work, well then... it could always be ripped out.

Smiling from his perch, the Pureblood decided to test his new toy's reflexes. already he'd learned quite a bit just from peering into the man's mind. It was because of this that Rido had decided to merely play with him a bit instead of killing him outright.

Time seemed to stop as he moved with vampiric speed to stand directly in front of his prey. Casting the man a patronizing smile, his voice took on a dangerous purr. "Common sense can on occasion get you killed, you know."

His heartbeats sped up, but otherwise, the Master barely flinched. He was ready, and it's not as if he'd never dealt with speedy aliens before.

"I agree entirely," he said, pulling out his laser screwdriver and shooting Rido squarely in the chest.

Yes, there was pain. Quite a bit of it... but it was nothing compared to having his body decimated into a million pieces. Nothing to feeling Kaname ripping him to shreds and the subsequent decade it took for him to slowly, painstakingly pull his body back together again.

Dropping his gaze, he stared down in surprise at the gaping hole that had just formed in his chest, surprised at the force that such a little mechanical device could make.

Eyes slowly drifting back up, he tilted his head and peered at the Master through the lengths of his dark hair.

"... tell me. Did you really think that that would work?"

"It looks like it did something, at least," said the Master. He eyed the hole critically. It would take ages to swiss-cheese Rido enough to stop him properly. Alright. Time to rip his dream back into his own hands.

"No? Then I'll try something else." It took a little more concentration than he thought it would, but the Master managed to create a small, Rido-localised shower of garlic and crucifixes, shooting Rido another time with the screwdriver before turning it into a stake and stabbing Rido through where his heart should probably be. "Or everything," the Master added, having to struggle quite a bit against the mental blanket of darkness before he managed to make the sun rise, streaming through the windows behind the dais.

Of course the crucifixes did nothing, other than act as an irritant as they struck him noiselessly before falling to the ground. The garlic was likewise useless, only making Rido's nose wrinkle as the stench suddenly struck his sensitive nose.

It was obvious that the Master was taking a futile stab at the dark.

Distracted for a moment by the new hole that the man's weapon bore into his body, he was unable to prevent stake from driving into his heart. Of course, even if he hadn't lost his focus, it was unlikely that he would have taken any steps to defend himself. After all, it was only a dream. And he did so very much want to see what the Time Lord could do.

His eyes narrowed, irritated by the sudden rays of sunlight flooding into the room, and he reached up a hand to yank out the stake from his chest. "... that's annoying, and not very creative."

Tilting his head, the Pureblood's mouth twisted into a sardonic smile. "Might I make a suggestion...?" Already the holes were closing.

"Perhaps now would be a good time to run."

Edited 2010-01-23 00:05 (UTC)

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