kore_logs | Unadventure time

Who: Master and Doctor
What: Routine check up
Where: Outside 4A

It had been a while since he'd seen the Doctor and while that wasn't exactly the end of the world for him, it did leave him slightly annoyed by the lack of contact. They had a lot to discuss still, much of which had been glossed over. Mainly that he was sending his girlfriend to scope him out and that just wasn't okay. More annoying than anything. Course he wasn't entirely sure how much the Doctor knew about that one but it was still annoying regardless.

And if he couldn't complain to the Doctor, who could he complain to? He was somewhat lacking friends.

Not feeling in the mood for a chase, the Master reached out from his mind to find the Doctor. Since helping him piece back together his shambled mind, the Master found a mental connection was much easier to form. And that's why he branched out instead of a long and dull search.

Doctor. Come and play? Outside 4A.

A simple message but one that had to be easy to follow.

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It was what he wanted at one time, at least he truly, honestly thought that. "Because they deserve to live just as much as we do. No one asked to be here, and even though my plan didn't work, you saw how many showed up at that meeting. I can't leave without bringing everyone with. I can't."

Why did he suddenly feel so old and so very tired? "I'll help you, but if you're in it just for yourself, then I'm not sure how much I can help you."

"I don't need your help. We both know that," the Master sneered swiftly, making it very obvious that he wasn't at all asking for help here. More a partnership where they worked as equals. Only he was more equal than the Doctor. So equal that he was better. And his logic was very sound. "You can assist. If it works then I'll leave and you can just make up your mind. Maybe you'll get lucky and clear everyone out."

Hopefully not if the Master can stop it. He wasn't going to save everyone here, just himself. Maybe the Doctor. If he catches him on a generous day.

"Then why do you play up these offers of us together? You don't make any sense; has anyone ever told you that?" The Doctor kicked off to his feet, pacing for a moment and ruffling his hair.

Finally with a pause and giving the Master a stern look, "They're dangerous, I can't tell you that enough. I don't have a clue as to what we're up against. And those bloody dreams... What was that about? I can't help you." He was going back on his word just a moment ago.

"I can't do this... I can't. I... It's not going to work, and if it fails again, I think they will kill me. I'm a liability. I'm being watched closer than ever now." It wasn't like him to give up, and deep down, he hadn't, just he didn't think he was confident enough to pull anything off now.

"Yes. You tell me it all the time," the Master pointed out as he rolled his eyes, hands sliding into his hoodie pocket as he let the Doctor rant at him. This really wasn't something he was unused too. It happened a lot whenever they got together. He said something cruel, he got told off, they make up and bickered till they parted ways.

"You're scared because of what they did to you and you can't even remember what it was. That's impressive. They really have a hold on you."

And what made it so insane to him was that the Doctor seemed legitimately scared, as if he was really worried that someone would come and get him. Torture him and kill him. And that left him oddly impotent. "If you back down to them, you're being a coward. And that's never you."

"I don't want to remember." The Doctor got to his feet, looking at the Master, "You're right, I AM scared. I'm scared of what they're capable of and what they're doing to others out there. I don't want to challenge that. You saw the results of what they did, and I can't go through that again!"

He sighed and added softly, "I do want to leave, but... Oh, I dunno."

"Well, it's a worrying day when the Doctor is too afraid to stand up," the Master sighed, actually sounding rather annoyed by it all. He couldn't help but feel like he was being let down because he wasn't capable of being that heroic or that cpaable of an amazing plan but the Doctor was. Every situations had some sort of out and the Doctor never failed to find it. Sadly, the Master had the worst luck at winning but the most motivation not to die.

A deadly combo. With a sigh, he rubbed his forehead and tried to think of something he could say. "You do know. Fear doesn't last, it comes and goes. You'll get over it. And hopefully soon."

"Are you giving me a pep talk?" The Doctor looks over to him, a smile developing across his face, "It's adorable, really. Very kind of you!"

He reaches over to ruffle the already messy blonde hair of the Master's.

But his words did ring true and the Doctor did have a feeling he would be trying again later to get them out. He was never good at sitting still for very long.

"I'm not giving you a pep talk, I'm trying to motivate you away from giving up. You're the one that always finds a way out, not me," the Master argued back, slapping the Doctor's hands away in frustration. Not cute, Doctor. Not cute. He was this close to starting a mini war on his life just to get back for that hair ruffle. In fact, he might. Could be fun!

"It's annoying, really. If this was one of my scheme then you'd foil it in moments. But when it's a scary scientist? Oh no, end of the world and you're all done. Come on, fight back," the Master complained, not sure why he was always losing to him. Seemed a little too unfair.

He's silent, unsure if there was anything he could say and nods. In his hearts, he knew the Master was right and hoped he was right, because right now he wasn't so sure of what he was capable of. And if he did try again? Well, that remains to be seen.

Taking a few steps back. "We'll see what the future reveals."

"We'll be fine," the Master insisted. and there was a sort of reassurance in his words, an odd and muted kindness that he clearly didn't want to be discussed. Instead, he adjusted his hoodie and gestured for the Doctor to walk with him. Far too much bonding here. It was getting awkward.

"I'm still going to make a sort of transdimensional teleporter."

And the Doctor would just have to -- well, deal with that.

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Could of sworn I'd tagged this!!! >(