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[impure_tale]

Where the FUCK are my manuscripts?!

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[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Problem?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You.

What did you do with them?

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Why do you think I did it?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

That's not necessarily a denial, now is it?

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

And you're not necessarily answering my question.

Oh, fine. Let me rephrase that: NO. Why do you think I did it?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Because you were awfully quick to answer, weren't you?

Perhaps I'd simply like to hold you accountable either way.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Impressive detective skills.

I happened to be looking through this little journal when some giant letters flew onto the pages.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Give me a reason; it's all I need.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Why need a reason at all? I'll bet you're just aching to lay your hands on me.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You really have no idea, do you?

I'm told you are drawn to things of a war-like nature, kitten, and I'm beginning to see that much more clearly.

But this is a prison, and it is a very unique battlefield.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

This is hardly my first prison, Marquis.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

No, but it is guaranteed to be our last.

And so long as we're both here, we might as well come to an understanding: Stay away from mine, and I will be happy to stay away from yours.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Is this more of that 'territorial pissing' you humans are so fond of?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

All war is territorial pissing.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

You think this is war? Adorable.

Good luck finding your manuscripts! I was looking forward to reading them.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I would be happy to make it one if that is the only thing you'll understand.

It's high time you were put in your place, anyhow.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

My "place"? Oh, I've always loved that one.

Tell me, Marquis. What do you think my "place" is?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You tell me, "Master".

You know, I was always rather perplexed by that name you've given yourself. Since you fashion yourself after Englishfolk, I mean.

You realize that's the honorary they designate to children, yes?

LOTS OF PLANETS HAVE A NORTH! D:

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

You realize that it's a title conferred by my academic degree, do you not? You are an educated man, aren't you?

And I do not "fashion" myself after the English. My people just happen to share certain similarities with them.

Are you honestly trying to tell me that because of my name, you believe my "place" is that which is typically reserved for children?

[Locked to the Master]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Of course not. Children have no place on a prison barge.

But presently the only 'place' you need concern yourself with is one that leaves you effectively out of my affairs.

Educated men -- particularly those with 'degrees' come and go. They are largely inconsequential, still slave to their more base instincts whether they believe them above it or not. They are many. I hate to quote something as dull as scripture, but your name might as well be Legion.

But here, there is only one Marquis de Sade.

And if you cross me again, I will show you exactly how I make war. If in the end I've only ashes left to conquer, I'll still leave satisfied. And that is a promise.

[Locked]

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, terrifying words--

Oh. Wait. You're a writer. That's all you have: words. While I, well, much as I love to brag, I'll not bore you with a list of my accomplishments. They are beyond your comprehension.

You need only know that I am the Master, Lord of Time and Space.

And you're a writer, an outdated, obsolete human.

The very idea of a "war" with you is laughable. Please, do your worst. I invite it.

By the way, while we've been talking, I believe your manuscripts have drifted farther and farther away from us. Pity.

[lastpresident.livejournal.com]

They've gone missing??

Let me see what I can find out for you...I'll do what I can alright?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I've been behaving myself, haven't I? They can't have been removed on those accounts.

Someone took them.

[lastpresident.livejournal.com]

You have been. I have my suspicions as I suspect you do. But please...let me investigate before doing something...rash.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

...Of course, Romana.

Private to the Marquis

[lastpresident.livejournal.com]

I am sorry...

If it was him then its because of me and I'm so sorry...

You shouldn't have to be involved in his little vendetta...its unfair..

I am so sorry...

Private to Romana

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You've no need to apologize; he and I have our own matters to settle.

Private to the Marquis

[lastpresident.livejournal.com]

Please don't...

Its what he does, its where he's most dangerous. He manipulates.

Just...for me, let the matter drop..

Please...

The Doctor has been named as his warden and he'll know what to do. He always knows what to do.

Private to Romana

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And this is what I do, Romana.

And yes, the Doctor's done a wonderful job so far, hasn't he? The best laid plans and good intentions and all that. If he'd actually been any real help you wouldn't have been poisoned in the first place.

The Master doesn't need someone to guide him and hold his hand.

He needs to be broken.

Private to the Marquis

[lastpresident.livejournal.com]

He's doing this to hurt me. Just know that before you take any vengence that will likely get you in trouble.

He's doing this because he's never forgiven me. And you in trouble, would hurt me.

And, please don't talk like that about the Doctor...He's a good person. A better person than me.

[sheis-stilllost.livejournal.com]

Someone stole them?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

All of my new ones.

[sheis-stilllost.livejournal.com]

Ah. Any idea on who could have taken it?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I can think of at least one person.

[sheis-stilllost.livejournal.com]

And who would that be?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Guess.

[sheis-stilllost.livejournal.com]

His name starts with an M, yeah?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

My dear, you are as insightful as you are beautiful.

[sheis-stilllost.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I do hope that he gives him back. Maybe talking to his Warden might help...

[justunlikely.livejournal.com]

Oh, blimey that's big text.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Reign in your inmate, Doctor.

[justunlikely.livejournal.com]

He's the one you think took your manuscripts, I take it?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Of course I think he is.

But it is general advice besides.

[justunlikely.livejournal.com]

-- What's he done now, then, aside from petty theft? Or nothing aside from the usual?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You'll come to find, Doctor, that the "usual" implies a lot of things with your Inmate. There's a reason why his door disappears regularly.

[fractured-will.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Both for your loss and the giant text.

Anything I can do to help? I have a few sheets of paper here... an ink pen or two, if you don't mind the update from....uh, whatever-it-is-you-use-from-your-time (feather?). Paintbrushes might be closer to a quill... hm.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

My supplies are still present; it's the finished products that have gone missing.