and the violence caused such silence [closed]

[beholdthedrums]

Who: The Master and Lady
What: The Master goes on a demon-killing spree :|
When: uhhh fff when was this supposed to be... July 23rd ish. After the Doctor poofs.
Where: Briefly Obsidian Sanctum, over to northwestern Silverglen
Warnings: Ummm blood, demon killing. Character death. Most pathetic death ever.


The sound of drums is never a consistent rhythm, their ebb and flow changing with his thoughts and mood, but they're always still familiar. When the Doctor disappears (gone, free, dead without regeneration?), the drumbeat cuts off violently and the always-underlying thought of Time Lord teeters into silence.

It's disorienting and maddening and for the first time since he arrived in Azeroth, the rock in the Obsidian Sanctum twists upward and over in a jagged arch, away from the bank that had been containing a river of lava. The lava splashes and sizzles when the arch crashes back down courtesy of the Master's lack of control, and he flinches away, stunned only for a moment before the rising need to do something becomes too strong.

For once he has too much energy. Too many souls fed upon and no way to release it. Not here is the only reasonable thought to cross his mind, echoed beneath the dark whisperings that like to hide in corners of the drumming.

He needs to fill and buffer that silence, even as the drums roar for blood and battle, it isn't enough. There's that corner, something he's become accustomed to, and it's gone, gone, gone--

So the Master does something he never does because survival instincts have kept him from it: he hunts demons. Alone. He stalks through fields and forests, inhibitions long gone, recklessly throwing of Fire and Shadow magic til it saturates the air around him.

He keeps trudging along.

More.

He needs more blood.

So when Lady comes across him, he's on his last legs, struggling to finish off his current battle.

Comments

[anybody]

It's always been her blind luck that's kept Lady safe and alive in dangerous situations - she certainly doesn't know how to properly recognize danger due to an overabundance of trust she puts in strangers, in the perceived goodness of others whether she knows them or not. In her world, everyone is nice, and even if they're having a bad day, there's no danger in approaching them.

But she's not in her world.

And she doesn't think about that, even now.

So when she sees The Master, she believes that he's good, that he's out killing the demons that frighten her so much and terrorize everyone, and that means he's on her side, right? It is a little startling to see him struggling his way through battle like this, so she stays off to the side for now, watching and wondering if there's any way she can help him. She isn't a fighter and she doesn't want to hurt anything, but if he needs her... she could try something?

[beholdthedrums]

"Nice" and a "good" person could never describe any of the Master's regenerations. Ever. He might have "moments" that are short and fleeting, but anything else are all facades, formulated for long, manipulative plans and ploys.

Maybe the Doctor should have warned people before he flounced out of existence in this universe--

Another burst of fire and another demon falls. Some useless, whelp of a creature. By this point they all look the same. Even Lady, off to the side as she is, blends together.

He takes out the last demon, barely. Sways in place, half of his skeleton momentarily shining through like an x-ray, and then he turns to face Lady, looking like he's ready to fall over at any second.

[anybody]

She squeaks a little when the demon bursts into flame and falls to the ground, startled by the violence in spite of her best efforts to stay strong. She's such a meek little thing (naive too, if her impression of The Master is anything to go by), a world like this is not the best place for her.

"Oh, oh no." It looks like the poor man is about to fall over from exhaustion. Thankfully she didn't have to kill any demons with him, but helping him by tending to him after the fact is something she can do. She may not be much of a healer, but she can try - at the very least, she thinks she should offer him a little support. So she bravely (stupidly) ventures forward, extending her hand and touching him gently on the arm.

"It's okay, you got rid of them all... do you need help? You look very tired... um, let me help... somehow..."

[beholdthedrums]

But at least she doesn't have to stay in a world like this for much longer. Isn't that nice? So much freedom.

He scowls at her, not really seeing her, not even thinking things like she must be a dragonsworn. Doesn't even wonder or care. He'd fry her then and there like he's done with the demons, but he used up the last of his magic on that last one.

Still, she's in his way. Help? He doesn't need help, not in any way that she can do something. All her yammering isn't going to fill that silent dead space in his head.

He grabs her arm with one, tight grip, pulling her in. Time Lords may not be the strongest bunch, but he's certainly not as weak as she appears to be. He uses the momentum and wraps his arms around her neck and then it's done.

Snap. Easy. A crumpled body to the ground. An added death among demons and fel fire.

And then the Master blinks, almost coming out of a daze, and stares at the dead woman.

Hm.

He wonders if this is going to come back to bite him later.

His head's still thirsting for blood, but he decides it's best to skedaddle before someone finds him near the woman's corpse. Maybe he can pass it off as her dying by the hands of the demons, if it comes up.

Maybe.