soundof_drums: (HOMELESS - Betrayed)
[Sup guys. Just starting the transmission in the middle of a scream of rage, and the sound of something hitting the floor, as he's throwing things around and just ranting at himself.]

NO! They're still here, still in my head, even after-- after-- THEY SHOULD HAVE STOPPED! Never, never a moment's silence! Even death won't stop them. Locked away in time, and they still find a way! [There's an angry sob, but now he seems to calm down enough to use an inside voice.] They always...

[There's a moment of silence, as he paces for a bit, then settles down somewhere in the room. His voice is a bit farther away now.]

Thought I was chosen for something else. Death's [He laughs weakly, then speaks with a sarcastic flourish] champion. Rat-tat-tat-tat. The warrior's beat.

[Pause]

But it wasn't anything special at all. They took my life away. Made me diseased. Everything that I am... I thought I could finally stop them...

[And if you listen carefully, you can hear some faint crying because HEY he was pretty much on the verge of tears for the last five minutes of his appearance anyway. Still, this only goes for about a minute before he realizes something's up, lets out another angry shout, and hurls the communicator at the wall. STATIC. THE END.]

[OOC: ...my Master hiatuses never last as long as intended :C ANYWAY, CANON UPDATE IS COMPLETE. Oh, and he doesn't have Barge amnesia; he just doesn't know the communicator dealie got turned on while he was throwing his tantrum. HE REMEMBERS AND HATES ALL OF YOU. Especially you, Rassilon.]
soundof_drums: (HOMELESS - WTF)
[You can hear the sounds of like, packages opening, and crunching and ravenous chewing ETC ETC]

--need to eat, need to tear, need to feed, take it take it take it--

[Anyway, he's just gibbering about food and stuff, because getting tortured a whole bunch of times and failing to eat because of the riot has totally killed his life force. Suddenly, however, he just STOPS. And seems to notice something's wrong.]

OFF!

[And he kills the transmission. So, if anybody wants to find him in the kitchen, he's like. EATING STUFF. Please stop him. You'll find him gnawing on a bone.]

[OOC: DELETED THE OTHER ONE because I'd rather write regular Master than flood Master, and it was put up at the end of the flood anyway. STILL, you can ASSUME that he spazzed out, built a makeshift weapon, and went looking to rescue Meta. Whatever happened UH will need to be coordinated with Tosh, Meta, and Tallahassee, I presume]
soundof_drums: (HOMELESS - Bored)
[So the Master was going to plot some evil, but then he got sleepy and passed out in a position that indicates his spine is made out of liquid. You can find him in the first floor common room, napping, and purring softly in his sleep. WAKE HIM UP.]

[OOC: I wanted to do more cat!crack before the flood :c If you want to do something else with the Master, hit me up. Otherwise, bother the sleeping Time Lord.]
soundof_drums: (HOMELESS - :o)
It seems to me that you don't run a very tight ship here... Considering I've been both... harassed by some of the healthcare staff and attacked by a Warden-- while unable to defend myself, of course-- I think this sets a good argument to untie me.

I promise I won't bite...

[OOC: I've hit a wall with West and Sam, and Cobra Commander has nothing to do right now SO LOL SORRY FOR THE MASTER SPAM but I'm bored and have hours to kill before a party :C

ANYWAY, as promised, he's becoming more and more stabilized, HENCE. The coherence.

FORGOT TO SAY: his voice is pretty weak and hoarse right now, because he was strangled the other night]
soundof_drums: (HOMELESS - Normal)
[Unlike the past few days, the Master sounds quite lucid and calm-- IF ANNOYED-- now. This is mostly because Martha's loaded him up with two days' worth of sustenance from an IV, so he's like... CHILL, until his body burns it up again]

Untie me. Right now. Or at least tell me what you want, because this is getting boring.

Where's the Doctor?
soundof_drums: (HOMELESS - EEE!)
[He's tapping in tune to the drums, one-two-three-four, much more rapidly than when last we heard it. Then it slows down, stops. There's a faint, raspy laugh, then a few moments of silence, followed by:]

I am so...

so...

HUNGRY.

Ohhh, and you all smell good. I could eat you up.

[OOC: YO, MASTER'S BACK. Try not to get eaten. And since he's got Barge Amnesia for now, this also means that his pals are not safe, either. He won't try to eat Time Lords, though, because c'mon, that would make him a CANNIBAL. Pffth.]

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