[a theatric sigh]

You know, some people can be so unobservant - or just plain idiotic. I would have thought someone had figured it out by now, but I suppose I was wrong. So much for friends, hm? To those associated with Chris Halliwell, remember those little fits of pain he had a short while back?

I could bring those back in a handful of seconds. I am giving to you a very rare opportunity, and you ought to feel honoured by it.

If you can convince me, I shall turn over the deactivation codes and processes, along with the remote, to free him of his torment. If you cannot, I shall raise it to it's highest setting, and we'll see how long he can last before his body gives out.

And before anyone thinks to seize the remote from me by force? If you do, I will turn it to the highest setting then crush it.


((OOC: DJ I'M SORRY I DIDN'T POST THIS WHILE YOU WERE NOT-AWAY. D: ILU?))

You know, it's been on my mind for the past few weeks...


So, I have a question for you, inhabitants of Cair Paradisa- how many people do you think would survive an atomic bomb if I were to set one off in the city?


Personally, I think it would be, at the very least, 90 per cent killed off.

( Theta )

Mmm. Anyone have recommendations towards a name for a male anaconda?



Otherwise, I feel in the mood for discussion. Anyone up for anything? Lobby a topic.

((OOC: HTML FAIL D:))

Ah...

Well, I'm feeling decidedly better.

[a laugh]

That was long overdue.

( Private )

( Self )


I need to stop neglecting this. It isn't as if there is anything else much to do - destruction can get a tad bit boring with no complete goals.


Someone set up a form of governing system. Anarchy can only be so amusing before one feels a need to deal with the strict order of governing systems. It'd almost be a welcome reprieve.

[recorded, yelling]

Jo, off!

[the sound of him tossing... a kitten/cat, then mumbling to himself]

Can't put things anywhere. At least she didn't break it...

To whomever it may concern,


The Doctor, the Tenth in particular, is now about 1144 years old. Do feel free to congratulate him on his advanced age. I'm certain he would appreciate the gesture.





((OOC: ...the Master just feels like annoying Ten some. D: HAPPY... NOT BIRTHDAY, TEN, YOU OLD GIT. And why yes, the Master has no sense of timing. :| ACE AND I HAVE PLANNED THIS FOR AGES I JUST FINALLY GOT TO IT.))

You'd think this place would tire of throwing attacking force after attacking force at us.

[he idly taps his pen]

Didn't get yourself killed, did you, Doctor? Any of you.

In the city there are currently six people being held hostage. They are bound, gagged, and there is no means for them to escape on their own.

In the room they are in is a highly advanced piece of technology - not a bomb, but equally as lethal, I'll not bother describing it as I doubt any of you will understand it - set to go off in some two hours time. Well, around there, I'm afraid I didn't pay particular attention to the exact settings.


Have fun.



[and then he proceeds to idly do math equations]

[edited in later]
( Private )

( Private )


Seems I've become a tad busy of late. Nothing of any true importance, Paradisa does tend to make one's goals and efforts rather pointless, but enough that it seems I'm a tad bit behind on the times. Thankfully I'm a quick reader.


...Mm. I'm in a rather good mood. Ah, well.

Thank bloody hell that's done with.


[huff]

[for lack of anything else to do, the Master is pouring himself a drink and intending on getting himself somewhat drunk, in the mean time, he's just going over the journals and jotting down various types of mathematics and scientific equations]

Bloody idiots. Primitives, the lot of them. ...wouldn't know a proper weapon if you gutted them with it.

[a recorded snort, a bottle being put down]

I need to get out of this place.