#supercoloursupervision

Breath was taken in at the question. Then let out slowly. Coming when called. No matter what. Something that he'd grown accustomed to, but mostly because he enjoyed it. Upon getting closer, Dylan glanced to the screen and the countries. Reading the names of them for a few moments before making his way closer, hands resting behind the small of his back.

"It depends on his mood," Dylan says. "Each one he could show up in. It just depends on how large of effect you want to make. Be it a natural disaster or otherwise. Then again," there was a pause, "I'm sure no matter where you go, he will show up eventually. It just might be too late for him to do anything or too early."

"Well, I, I."

The Master fumbles over letters, syllables, his own feet, felled from vainglorious heights by four simple words.

"I'm right here, I've never really left, luv. Not you, at least."

The whole of his TARDIS seems to vibrate, a rapid hot alternate to an engine-purr, like a brain at the frequency of a tuning fork...and he's back. Every faculty honed to precision, dark alert frighteningly intelligent eyes fixed squarely on his child.

'What's happened?"

"Aneki, babes, do you want to help me ruin your father's day? Mother's? Pick a face, dear, and we'll go."

[ lift ] reverse because catch Catherine just carrying her around like a ragdoll 😏

One would think Jane had gotten use to being manhandled in such a way with her past. This wasnt the case. Completely unprompted by the redhead and when she was lifted up and thrown carelessly over the woman's shoulder like a doll, she was briefly shocked still.

Briefly.