No one said he couldn't enjoy himself a little while he was at it. The Master had even gone to the trouble of finding some popcorn while he watched the War Games. Occasionally, just occasionally, the stupid apes got something right, and popcorn was something they got very right.

He still needed to pester that oaf of a War Lord to let him get a crack at the future technology.

He walked down the long, white hallway to the lecture room.

The little girl had wrecked up the place but good, hadn't she? He had to admit to himself that he was actually surprised that they tried to brainwash her. And in such a rank amateur fashion. It was almost embaressing to watch, really.

It almost made him miss that idiot. What was his name? War Chief?

The Master shook his head. Such a shame.

The Master had something on his mind today, mutter to himself as he paced restlessly by the TARDIS.

Damn it all, the core should have worked. It was supposed to have worked! He'd have to see about getting a new one.


Of course... there was that old idiot Monk's...

_{[[OOC: Open]]}

Tags: park, the master

Every once in a while, someone makes a mistake the ramifications of which they can't even begin to understand. Through no or little fault of their own, they have walked into a place they shouldn't, gone down paths man was not meant to tread.

Incurred the wrath of gods best left sleeping.

Their screams pierced the park, lost amid the other screams and the roar of automatic fire.

No gun fire here. Just the laughter of children and the screams of men and the sounds of whirring, brilliant death.

Two men managed to escape from the grove, running with a look of purest terror in their eyes.

Seeing things men were not meant to see.

A brilliant yellow light erupted from the grove and one man fell dead instantly.

The other looked at his fallen companion, looked at the yellow light and fell. Fell hard.

He looked up into the giggling spheres, into his own dark reflection. Behind him, a man, no, a god.

No.

A devil.

The devil walked up, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. He knelt down, collapsing the weapon in his hand as he stared at the terrified man's face for a moment, before suddenly reaching out and grabbing him by the face.

The devil looked deep into the eyes of the man, and spoke.

"I am the Master. And you will obey me."

_{[[OOC: Very, very, very NFB. No IC comments, but if you want to comment OOCly for whatever reason, that's cool too.]]}

The Docks in Louisiana stretch for miles and miles along the coast of the Gulf of Mexico, forming a near unbroken chain of shipping and receiving and storage.

For the longest time, and still somewhat today, the docks on the Mississippi River were the gateway between the outside world's shipping and the rest of North America, stretching all the way up the United States and even into parts of Canada.

These days, they're less important, but no less a morass of warehouses and docks and ships. Most of them profoundly unremarkable than the rest.

Which, really, is part of the security.

There are three options for entrance. The big shipping entrance in the back, where trucks load and unload their cargo. The smaller personnel entrance in the front, where the manager and bean counters enter in the morning, their coffee still steaming, and for the truly adventurous, the skylight on the roof.

That'd probably involve some impressive gymnastics, though.

The warehouse is large for what it is, but somehow gives the impression of being deeper. But New Orleans is below the water table, so deeper is impossible.


Right?

_{[[OOC: Ping into whichever option you think would be the most fun! And go ahead and ping Pippi at thestrongestgirl for an invite into the chat, bigtroubleinneworleans]]}

Tags: new orleans, supernatural mob

Sparks flew and the Master leapt back as the central column began to pulse wildly.

Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing...

But in the wrong rhythm.

In entirely the wrong way.

Up down, up down, up down, up...

Down.

"Well," the Master said, smiling as he removed the welding mask. "This will be interesting.


_{[[OOC: Groundhog day plot is a go. Time will begin to loop in on itself.]]}

It's likely no one had seen what the Master had seen in the fire. Then again, no one ever saw what he saw in the fire. What he heard from the fire.

The fire wasn't an accident. The Master knew it. He didn't know it for reasons of science, or proof, or even knew what it was that started it.

But something deep inside him, something KNEW it had to be arson.

Fires that were accidents didn't have those... faces in them. The faces of those whom he had killed. The faces of those whom would killed.

Did the Doctor see those faces, the Master wondered, stroking the TARDIS. Did the Doctor know about the people in the fires?

Because the Master was certain he saw those the Doctor had killed. And the Almighty Civilizations, burning within the flames made him wonder.

What had the Doctor done.

The Master looked up at the TARDIS' central column. And he smiled. A rusted, broken down, piece of scrap. But a TARDIS nevertheless. And there was always one thing he had wanted to make a TARDIS do.

"In the end," the Master said, smiling, "they're there own worse enemy."

And he chuckled quietly to himself. And in the distance, a faucet dripped slowly, over, and over, and over again.

Drip. Drip. Drip. DRIP.
Drip. Drip. Drip. DRIP.

The neverending drumbeat.

The Master threw the Doctor's diary to the side and rolled his eyes.

Would the man ever grow up? He was brilliant, to be sure, but really...

What a child.

He leaned forward and flipped the scanners on again. What an interesting little town. A pocket dimension here, more soft space there, and all sorts of interesting life forms.

He took a sip from a glass of scotch, then massaged his temples.

The drumming, the never-ending drumming.

Here, it seemed like might be even louder.

The Vortex wanted him to do it. The Vortex was calling him to war.

Well, he'd have to respond, wouldn't he?

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