impure_tale

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And of course a perfectly good walk is ruined by hard rain. Sometimes, the CES is just a little too real for my liking. The garden is coming along nicely, however. A bit balmy in there for my tastes, but there you have it.

[Private to Jack Harkness]

How are you feeling, cherub?

[Filtered to Colonel Sexby, Iago, and Judas Iscariot]

I believe a full discussion is in order, if everyone is able.

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Perhaps just a little.

Maybe more than a little.

What can I say? It's served me well.

Oh, I know. I'm a fan of impertinence.

Care for a splash of wine? You say you've been worse but that doesn't mean matters cannot improve.

Yeah. Yeah, okay. You've got that never ending store.

Not never-ending. Just well stocked.

Close enough. [After a beat] Just don't let me go overboard.

Of course not.

Then I'll be there soon.

The door will be open.

[He took his time getting to the Marquis' quarters, making sure he was at least presentable. He needed to do laundry, and soon, but the clothes on his back were at least clean. When he reached the Marquis' room, he knocked.]

[It's a similar setup to the last meeting they had in his quarters. Two goblets, decanter, roaring fire -- puppy asleep on the carpet in front of it. The Marquis figures he shouldn't make things too flashy or his intentions might go assumed.]

Entre-vous, Captain.

Merci. [Jack tipped his head slightly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He glanced around, smiling a little. His room was practically a hole compared to this. He meandered toward the fireplace.]

What's the dog's name again?

Renate. [He was unsurprised that she lifted her head at this and instead chose to occupy himself by filling the goblets.]

Renate. [He crouched to scratch behind her ears, glancing up at the Marquis.] She's a beauty.

Indeed she is. [He offers him one of the goblets.] I've raised a few puppies in one lifetime; she's one of the lovelier breeds I've had.

[He straightened, giving her one last pat before taking the goblet.] What lifetime's that?

Before I graduated. [He blinks, shakes his head] Before I died, I mean.

That's right, you were an inmate first. [And he takes a long drink, because the idea of the Master graduating at all is a hard one to swallow, but the idea of him coming back as a warden? Jack would b e off the ship in an instant.]

And a constant enemy of the Master, actually. [He figures they might as well bring him up sometime.] My first Warden was another Time Lord. Romanadvoratrelundar. Or Romana. I was rather attached to her. He tried to kill her in my first port.

[Like a mind ready. His hand tightened on his glass, but he was okay. Or he told himself he was.] I don't know her, [He said, nodding sympathetically. He hoped.] But I believe it. He's not...right. [He snorted, taking another drink.] But I'm not one to talk.

I wasn't right then either. [The Marquis looks severe.] We were in the Carnivale in Venice. But it was -- cursed, somehow. The partygoers couldn't stop, and their appetites were increased one hundredfold. She drank, and he took her out into the city, then poisoned her. I pursued him, hidden because I had traded costumes with one of the revelers in the days we were there. [He hesitates -- despite openly mocking the Master once or twice on the matter he's never really explicitly put into words what he did. Not without embellishment.]

[But he'd piqued Jack's curiosity. He turned the goblet between his fingers, watching the Marquis.] What did you do?

[The Marquis looks at him intently.] I am only telling you this, because regarding how I am with my Inmate now, and how I have spoken to you about him, I want you to understand just how far I've come, as an Inmate. Do you understand?

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