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((Just a reminder that I'm in college and finding the time to write is extremely difficult; there is always a test or a project to worry about in this program. You may see me respond more easily to one liners while I'm still getting used to all of this school work. I'm really sorry but I promise I have all my threads in my drafts and I'm still interested in roleplaying with you!))
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Searching For A Sign // CLOSED for saxoner
It had always been like that. He was somehow always aware and drawn to places he would find his best friend and nemesis. It wasn't even conscious he just knew when the other was close. Their minds were too often intertwined when they were young and he recognised him without thinking. Just a feeling at the back of his head.
And that happened many years for him after he had escaped the prophecy, when he landed on a small planet. It had a wild fauna, a humanoid species that was rather bellicose and there was that feeling that made him spun around on the spot the second he stepped out of his ship. With eyes wide open and one hand sliding unintentionally into his pockets for the Master's laser screwdriver, the Doctor looked around, searching for a sign of the other Time Lord, his primary intentions forgotten.
"Master?" he called out, the echo carrying it through the forest. It only couldn't carry the tiny hidden emotions behind it, hidden and yet too easily audible in his tone. Hope and disbelief, but mainly hope.
((Aw man, school will be the end of me. I'm going to try to write some stuff tonight or tomorrow maybe. QoQ I'm so sorry!))
[text] Black, red w/ lace or sheer white???
// for saxoner
(( I'm so tired from homework today so I can't promise I'll get any writing done tonight. Sorry, guys. ;w; ))
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"I needed you and you weren't there."
“Don’t say that,” he answered quickly. That fear was always in the back of his head and that wasn’t okay, particularly for someone to bring up. “I did what I could at the time – and I’m sorry.”
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This was so strange. He stopped, backtracked, and checked the readings again. And then again. They were coming from the basement. He tilted his head up from the metal device in his hands and squinted down the flight of stairs. Things all over town had been acting up in an interesting way and The Master simply could not resist investigating it; he wanted to find the source of this fun.
So there he was—finally—standing at the landing of the old, dusty stairs, a box blinking and beeping frantically in his fingers. Excitement flooded his system. "Found youuu." The brunet practically sung his words, which eerily echoed back; he could use this! There were countless projects he could kickoff with his very own tear in the fabric of reality. The energy he could siphon from it! He didn't feel concern for the people of the universe, or for people in general really, so why not play with this? It could be a party!
He was at the outskirts of town, inside an old, dilapidated building. He'd come alone—even Lucy wasn't waiting for him in his car. The Master hadn't really been fond of the idea of sharing his initial discovery with a human being. He would just tell her later that night, over dinner. The politician took precautions though! It was in the form of a mask over his mouth and nose, and rubber gloves on his hands, to protect his body from asbestos and other contaminants.
Before heading home, however, he wanted to get a closer look. What was the point of finding a weakness in space and time and then not so much as checking its approximate dimensions? 'Saxon' smiled, lowered his body, and picked a rock up from the concrete floor. Then, carefully, he descended the stairs until he was two-thirds of the way down and tossed the stone at the unstable space. The air convulsed and devoured it. "Now behave yourself!" The man laughed.
