The Devil and the Liar

the-infernal-majesty:

Lucifer chuckled as he took in the Master’s reaction to all of this. He could see the prospect of them becoming friends…possibly. “Angels and Demons are just the surface, there are all sorts of supernatural creatures… So what brings you back to earth?”

The Master simply shrugged. He hadn’t spent enough time on Earth to investigate silly humans and their myths. Or what he assumed to be myths, considering how boring and peaceful it usually was on Earth when aliens weren’t causing some trouble. “Never ran into them before.” Being an alien himself, things like this rarely came as a surprise.The Doctor would love it though. If he doesn’t already know.

"I don’t know. Luck." The Master began tapping rhythmically at his knee, barely twitching his fingers in the process. "Another chance. I’ve lost track." He was losing count of how many times he came back to life, it was becoming less and less surprising every time. "…Say, you’re not normally around these parts, are you?"


The Devil and the Liar

the-infernal-majesty:

“Very. Might have to show you sometime.” Lucifer took in his surroundings once more. Humans were such funny creatures. They could be so boring sometimes…but if you looked deep enough you could find something interesting or amusing.

“You are ‘The Master or as some know, Koschei.” He smirked before continuing. “I have many names. I’m sure you’ve heard a few: The Prince of Darkness, The Morning Star, The Infernal Majesty, The Devil, Satan..are among a few of the names given to me. However, you can call me Lucifer…It’s what I prefer. And, no. I’m not a demon. Demons are my children…”

The Master slowly nodded as his eyes adjusted to the light after flames on the tree were extinguished. So quickly was this man willing to make a prolonged association with him, despite meeting him purely by chance only moments earlier. Then again, the Master didn’t have any problems with that. This man was interesting.

"Correct." The Master grinned, although the use of his old name piqued his curiosity. It had been even longer since someone had called him by that name. The grin became somewhat strained at the long list of (quite pretentious sounding) names. But slowly, they began to register and the grin became natural again. "Lucifer, huh?" And here he thought that they were just human stories. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, staring up at Lucifer as he contemplated these words. "Interesting, very interesting… So angels and demons. Okay. I can accept that."


A wild Master has appeared!

anaelm:

koscheireturns:

The Master listened and nodded in a manner he hoped seemed understanding. Instead, he was contemplating her words. So she was local, not a tourist despite the accent. That was a place to start. “Did you just move in?” He asked, genuinely curious this time.

“Yeah, about a month ago” she replied. “I immigrated from the States, if you hadn’t guessed that already.” A lot of people seemed to think she was a tourist. Well, Anna couldn’t blame them for it. She didsound different.

"I figured. The accent and such," said the Master as they walked down the crowded sidewalk. A month. He had only been around for a few weeks himself. London was getting some interesting inhabitants. "Why’d you move? If you don’t mind me asking."


A wild Master has appeared!

anaelm:

She followed him, glancing at the dahlia. “They’re for myself. To decorate my apartment” Anna explained. Balthazar and Wade had been right; it was a bit boring. Instead of letting Balthazar snap up many dubious decorations, she decided to get flower instead. 

The Master listened and nodded in a manner he hoped seemed understanding. Instead, he was contemplating her words. So she was local, not a tourist despite the accent. That was a place to start. “Did you just move in?” He asked, genuinely curious this time.


The Devil and the Liar

the-infernal-majesty:

Lucifer nodded. “It is, though nothing compared to what I could do.” Lucifer glanced at the tree once more and the fire died away, leaving it charred in places. He the eyed the man’s device. “Interesting…and I know all about your kind, Time-Lord.” Lucifer grinned. The man’s reaction, he wondered what it would be. “I even know who you are…” He chuckled and leaned back against the seat. Finally, someone interesting.

The Master casually slid the laser screwdriver back into his pocket as if it was merely a pen he used to sign some papers. “Charming things, I’m sure,” he said, eyes bright with interest. He leaned back against the bench’s backrest again and folded his hands behind his head.

It didn’t surprise him that the man knew about the Time Lords—there were still species out there that were aware of them. However, a grin grew on his face when the man said he knew who he was. It was a thing of vanity. “Is that so. Who am I then? And who are you?”


The Devil and the Liar

the-infernal-majesty:

Lucifer smirked as the man approached. “One of my many tricks…far more harmless than some of the others.” He simply glanced a tree, no sooner than he did, it burst into flames; his smirk returned quickly after. “I assume you have a few tricks of your own? Your kind always has…” Lucifer slid over to make room for him on the bench.

The Master turned to face the direction the man glanced at to see a tree on fireAs he turned back, he smiled and nodded approvingly. “That’s one of the more harmful ones, I take it?” He asked as he sat down next to the man, letting his arms rest on the bench’s backrest.

"Sorry, can’t hear you," The Master lied as he slipped a hand into his coat’s inner pocket, pulling out his laser screwdriver. He pointed it at the stereo closest to them, still playing Highway to Hell, and hit a button. Immediately, the machine sparked and the music died down. Echoes of the song could be heard from other areas of the park. "Something about tricks?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow. "My kind?" He wasn’t used to being identified with a glance.


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anaelm:

“A few blocks away” she said, gesturing with one hand to the direction she had came from, still holding a white camellia. She looked at it. The flower, snapped and missing a few petals, look a bit sad. She turned around and waited for him to start walking. “It won’t take long” she guaranteed. She didn’t know if Ash was busy.

The Master glanced over his shoulder in the direction Anna gestured in. He could see the shop from where they were. It wouldn’t be too long of a walk. He would have to make the most out of the conversation.

"I’m in no rush, so it’s fine," He said as he twirled the stem of the dahlia between the palms of his hands. Despite the drastic movement, the stem remained intact. He turned around on the ball of his foot and began walking in the direction Anna gestured. "Are they for someone?"


mycroftclongscake:

"Try to see what time is convenient for him, we don’t want to make him think we force him into the meeting", Mycroft looked in his notepad. "We scheduled a meeting with the prime minister for eleven, so arrange the car for ten and a half. I’ll be back for lunch, I want it to be ready here when I’m back. Put it on the coffee table over there.  The meeting with the club members is in half an hour, isn’t it? arrange drinks when they’re here."

"Understood," said the Master as he wrote something to remind him to look into these names in Gallifreyan on the front page. It was a convenient language, appearing as merely intricate and ornate doodles to everyone except Time Lords.

He nodded through Mycroft’s instructions. “I’ll be sure to have that ready for you and the club members.” Lunch and drinks? What am I, some intern? He thought to himself as he smiled. “Are there any other meetings I need to schedule for you besides John Watson?”


A wild Master has appeared!

anaelm:

“Well I wasn’t doing so myself” she said, shaking his hand. She smiled friendly at him. “I think it’s both our faults.” The man seemed embarrassed. He was kind of adorable, Anna thought. She absently searched for tissues in her bag, wiping the bleeding scratch on her hand on it.

The Master shoved his hands in his pocket, thumbs sticking out. “Call it both of our fault’s then.” Splitting the blame was fine by him, especially since he moved in her way on purpose. She was being pretty friendly. A great start.

"Where did you get these?" He asked as he held up a stray red dahlia to represent her bouquet. He glanced around slowly, but his eyes scanned the area faster as he debated whether it would be good or bad for the store to be close by. He didn’t want to waste time…but it would be good to raise trust in him since he was curious about why she seemed so different.


mycroftclongscake:

"Oh, yes, it’s today", Mycroft sighed, ignoring the pause in his assistant’s speech. He had no time for the little dramas in other people heads. He had to look over another matter. His brother required his attention, as always. As the older and more responsible brother he was used to it.

"Arrange a car to Downing street, and talk to Doctor John Watson about our meeting. He’ll know what you are talking about. The number is in our contacts. Also, when is my meeting with the dietitian?" 

The Master was pleased at the lack of reaction from Mycroft Holmes. That pause could have been troublesome. He would have to look up Mister Moriarty later, when he wasn’t at work. Or when he had time during.

For now, he simply flipped the top page on the clipboard back and out of the way. He scanned the extensive list. “That’s after lunch.” What a depressing spot to have a dietitian meeting. “Yes, sir. Shall I give him a time and place?” He scribbled something about a car to Downing street next to a doodle he had been working on of the TARDIS. He added little flames to it before flipping the first page back. “What time will you be needing that car?”