Lonely Carnival [Tag: The Master]

[quinnmcghann]

"Looks like you took the order to run seriously. But you found me...again. Call it destiny," he murmured. But he suddenly jerked away, throwing his arms into the air in a maniac flurry. "Or coincidence! Hah!"

Quinn just watched, a slight hint of amusement on her face. He was so full of emotions. She wished she could do that, express with such ease across muscle and sinew. It was an art form on a kind of canvass she could never have, and so she was stuck with a pale imitation. He took a seat in a nearby swing and Quinn marveled that it didn't break under his weight. If he had sat on the same swing as her he probably would have broken it and fallen to the ground; they were old and falling apart.

"Because that's what he does. He refuses to die, and steals the bodies of others so he can keep on living, forever."

"Why would you want to live forever? That sounds boring." Quinn said. But then, she only had her own experience to go from, and that was more waiting than living. She leaned back experimentally in the swing. "I mean, unless you had something to do during that time, I guess. But it seems a shame to steal from others so that they might have less, especially if they are your own, especially if there are not a lot of you left. Being left on your own is rubbish, even if you had eternity." Of this last bit she was certain because of how she lived. She wouldn't mind having only a week to live if it meant all of her final days were spent among her people. Being without them made her feel small and alone.

"Time Lord. One of the last." He answered her, waiting for her reaction. Quinn sat up and her swing and looked him over. "That's funny, because you don't seem like one." she told him, and this from her was a compliment.

"Answer for an answer. Tell me this. What are you?"

"Oh that's easy." she had thought for a second he was going to ask her something more complicated than that. Games of questions did not always come out so equal. "I'm a Sarcenet." she kicked the ground with one of her heels, enough to make the swing swivel slightly back in forth in place, but not enough to make noise. It was her turn to watch him this time, and her blue eyes kept a focus on his face even as the swing moved lopsidedly.

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The Master let a breath sigh past his teeth, dark eyes gazing upwards. Why wouldn't anyone want to live forever? He never wanted to face death and fall like so many others, not without a contingency plan. He had crawled from the enourmous maw of that Black Hole so many years ago, mind tattered and riddled with a need for revenge but alive. The birth of an endless vendetta against his best enemy. But, here and now, he had to think like like the Doctor. "When you'd lived as many years as me, life can be so weary. But he doesn't share the same ideas. He wants to live, by any means necessary."

[/b] But he quirked an eyebrow at her words. How would he feel if the Doctor died? If he was the one left alone. The thought stirred a curious feeling, one he didn't appreciate. He quashed the thoughts instantly not willing to dwell on them.

"That's funny, because you don't seem like one."

A laugh, short but sounding truely amused burst from the pale man's throat. He didn't seem like one? What a compliment. "I wasn't exactly the 'ideal' Timelord. Neither was he though. We suited each other well. Best Friends."[/b] He smiled somewhat viciously, teeth glinting.

The Master narrowed his eyes. Sarcenet...He couldn't place it. Perhaps it was a side-effect of his fevered and warped mind and body but the name had no meaning. to him. He sat up slightly, braching his arms against his knees. "And what's a Sarcenet? Go on, tell me more!"[/b] He gave her the old 'Harry Saxon' grin, the one that had once commanded so much adoration form the 'loving' peoples of the UK.
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[quinnmcghann]

"I wasn't exactly the 'ideal' Timelord. Neither was he though. We suited each other well. Best Friends."

"Mmm." Quinn traced a pattern on the ground with her foot. She understood that maybe they weren't best friends anymore after he had tried to kill him, but Quinn was even envious of that. Having someone of your own species around, even one that wanted to murder you, seemed much better than being alone. To keep from thinking too much about this, she stood up in her swing, leaning against the chains.

"And what's a Sarcenet? Go on, tell me more!"

"I only know so much... I haven't met any others." Quinn hesitated. She looked upwards as if maybe the sky had more information. Whatever she saw there seemed to encourage her to go on. "I only know me, and from that I know we do not have legs or arms or face, but must make them up like a ghost. I do know we don't live here. I can feel it. Not this planet, not this time, nor any other, really, but somewhere in the in-between. We live in large groups, we feed the flow of Time..." It felt like she was reaching far, far up and away, her connection with the others thinner than a kite string.
"I can sense them somewhat but they're distant. They're all up there, the rest of them. They won't come get me." Quinn bit her lip at this admission. "I don't think they can."