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On a cold spring evening in Wiltshire, in the year 2011, a man falls to Earth.
Some children look up and think they see a shooting star that night. Adults, knowing that whatever it is is far too large, think it might be a comet or meteor. Or else they assume it's a trick of the eyes, an afterimage of a headlamp on the road. Some, oddly enough, think of angels. News reports are non-definitive.
Much like the film, the man isn't quite a 'man' at all-- not by the twenty-first century Earth definition, anyhow. He's alien, though it's only by the doubling of his pulses and the nature of his abrupt appearance in the first place that any human could tell.
Unlike the film, he isn't particularly concerned with saving his home world. Not anymore.
The Master lies very still for a long time, heedless of the fact he's crumpled up in the middle of an open field. He's fallen quite a distance, even for a Time Lord. And many of his injuries are much, much older than that. His clothes are little more than rags, torn to shreds and singed to the point of near purposelessness. If it's even possible, he's dirtier than ever. Exhausted. Parched. Hungry. So hungry.
Eventually it's the hunger that gets him up and keeps him moving. Feeling the click and slide of bones that are likely dislocated if not broken, the Master struggles to his feet, heaving and wincing in pain, his skin becoming momentarily translucent with the effort. He's in trouble, his energy stores dangerously low and his body in real danger of being ripped apart. But it's nothing a little snack won't fix. Taking a great whiff of the night air, he cracks a grin just short of sanity... and lets his nose lead him staggering through the darkness.
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Date: 2011-07-03 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-03 10:00 pm (UTC)"How's Anderson?" he asks casually. It's not really much of a question; he knows how Anderson must be, knows that he nearly destroyed the agent's mind when he first arrived in this universe. No-- it's a calculated insult.
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Date: 2011-07-04 12:40 am (UTC)"Oi! None of that. He's trying to get under our skin. Don't let him."
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:16 am (UTC)"That's right," he murmurs. "None of that. Now, why don't you run along and fetch me a sandwich?"
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Date: 2011-07-04 03:54 pm (UTC)"This way."
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Date: 2011-07-04 11:43 pm (UTC)"Yes, mum."
The Master steps forward, arching an eyebrow at the guard as he passes by.
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Date: 2011-07-05 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-05 07:09 am (UTC)The Master looks around, scanning the shelves and shelves of equipment with detached interest.
"Well. Haven't you been the busy bees."
Then something catches his eye and he starts toward one of the shelves, the ankle cuffs making his strides much shorter and much less dignified than he'd like.
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Date: 2011-07-05 06:01 pm (UTC)"What is it?" she asks softly.
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:41 am (UTC)"How did you get this?" the Master hisses, staring up at a grapefruit-sized silver orb, utterly smooth and frustratingly out of reach. He struggles with the cuffs for several seconds before turning to stare at Rose resignedly. He isn't going to have to ask for help, is he?
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Date: 2011-07-06 03:21 pm (UTC)"We found it after a time-space slip incident out at the Rift. What is it?"
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Date: 2011-07-07 08:44 am (UTC)The Master shudders and, despite knowing what an insanely stupid move it's likely to be, reaches his hand out to brush gently against the surface. Faint, scrawling lines appear, eventually thickening and merging to form Gallifreyan writing.
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Date: 2011-07-07 03:42 pm (UTC)"What is it?" she says again.
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Date: 2011-07-11 09:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-11 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-12 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-12 02:07 pm (UTC)"Tell me what's going on," she demands.
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Date: 2011-07-13 08:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-13 04:36 pm (UTC)"Time Lords? But... there aren't any. They're all dead! The Doctor said they're all dead!"
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Date: 2011-07-13 10:50 pm (UTC)The Master renews his struggles, channeling most of his energy into the ankle cuffs. With a flare of blue light, they finally snap apart. He scrambles to his feet and makes a run for the door.
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Date: 2011-07-13 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-15 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-15 02:04 am (UTC)"You bloody idiot," she cries. "We can't let you go. You know we can't let you go."
One of the agents draws another weapon, a tranquilizer gun, and Rose holds up a hand. The Master has had so much sedative recently. Who knows how much his system can take?
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