“Well, aren’t you something else.”
It was rare for the Master to be out and about in town without having to deal with a multitude of people asking him for book recommendations or the like. His visible eye scanned the scantily-clad woman and had taken note of the portal she’d come out from. Something inside told him that this was dangerous, but he’d been through hell before.
This wouldn’t be anything new to him. Especially not now. A sigh escaped him, before he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. What was someone to do in these kinds of situations when their true motive was to stay neutral and not interfere with the course of history? Would this person ultimately destroy all they’ve worked for? He could just stand by and do nothing, let her just carry on her way...
The Master put his hands in his pockets, leaning forward a little. Ginger hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his face just slightly as he took a few steps forward. He wasn’t really interested in interfering, no. Nor did he have any lingering attachment to this town or anyone in it. His apprentice would survive, and so would all the information.
That was their job, after all. Recording history was an undertaking only a few could do, at least in his eyes, and so Erika would know what to do in case of emergencies... if it ever came to that. For now, however, the Master stood slightly straight. A bit slouched, more relaxed.. but slightly straight. Staring at the traveler with his only visible eye.
If he were younger, he’d definitely have gone after her without a care in the world. But he wasn’t young anymore, and chasing after skirts didn’t appeal to him either. That wasn’t important.
“Stripperific outfit aside, you don’t like being subtle do you? Anyone could see that if they were paying attention. Then they’d report you.” He took a hand out of his pocket to brush some of his hair back lazily. “Got a name, or should I call you Booberina?”
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