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|Subject: The Head....MASTER?! Fri Jul 31, 2015 12:36 pm|| |
The Doctor practically ran out of the tardis when it landed. He was so excited to be somewhere new. Oh! What could this place offer?! His eyes glanced around when he was outside the tardis. A school was in front of him. Nothing too different about this school that he could see. A gleam of happiness was in his eyes as he walked right into the school. When he came to a complete stop, he straightened his bow tie. "Bow ties are cool, I don't care what anyone says." He said to himself as he peeked into a seemingly normal classroom. Suddenly, a teacher glanced his way making him he ducked down for some unexplained reason. He was welcome in the school so why bother hiding? Exactly, he didn't have to.
Fixing his bow tie yet again, he walked down the empty hallway with an interested, friendly smile on his lips. He nearly runs into a familiar looking person causing the Doctor to take a step back and touch his bow tie without thinking. "Hello." He beamed at the familiar person. "I'm the Doctor... just the Doctor... I don't know why people ask who I am.... It doesn't make much sense if I say just the Doctor.... Anyway." The Doctor looks at the person in front of him and examines him slightly, trying to remember who this person was. "Are you the Headmaster by any chance?" He looks over at some of the students when they walk out.
A small light of a computer screen catches his eye and he walks past the man in front of him, going into the room. His screwdriver in hand within seconds. He starts scanning the program of the computer. "This is interesting...." The Doctor ponders through files, sitting down on the ground sort of like a child. He pulls off the side of the computer, taking out the hard drive with ease. "What's on you.....?" He smiled a little when a reading popped up onto his screwdriver. "Krillitane oil.... Haven't seen this in a while...." Eleven continues to search the records, ignoring anything and everything around him for the time being.
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|Subject: Re: The Head....MASTER?! Sat Aug 01, 2015 8:56 am|| |
Sitting in the chair in his office, the Master smiled to himself. This plan, he though, was going to be the one. He was finally going to gain the control he so desperately desired. Joining forces with the Krillitanes had to work, right? They seemed willing even without him having to hypnotise them. Certainly this plan would go much better than the Autons. And the Axons. And the Sea Devils. And... maybe he should stop thinking about that. So he failed a lot in the past, oh well, this one would work, he was certain.
He stood up, deciding it would be best to get out of this small room before he managed to talk himself out of the plan. The Master made his way to the door, closing it behind him before wandering the halls. He stopped in a bit of hallway near the main entrance, looking into the computer lab with a smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a strange man in a bow tie. Something about him set the Master's teeth on edge. He knew him, he was sure, but he just couldn't place where he'd seen this guy in his head.
Until, of course, the man nearly trampled him. "The Doctor, eh? What an odd thing to call yourself," he commented, turning to face him. The Master examined the Doctor. This was a face he hadn't seen before. So he'd regenerated then. Though, if this was a new regeneration, why couldn't he recognize his own rival? The Master hadn't regenerated, or even disguised himself in any way, really, since the last time they met. The Master shrugged to himself, deciding he'd let the Doctor figure it out himself or remain oblivious for a little while. "Yes, I am the headmaster," he answered, introducing himself under his newest alias, "My name's Mr. Cyril."
As the Doctor made his way for the computer lab, the Master called after him, "Wait, where are you-?" He followed him into the room. "Oi, what are you doing?! That's school property, Doctor. Perhaps you'd like to explain why you're messing with it?" He crossed his arms, staring intently at the side of the Doctor's face, hoping he didn't reach any conclusions based on the contents of the computer, the oil, or anything else.
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|Subject: Re: The Head....MASTER?! Sat Aug 01, 2015 2:09 pm|| |
After he got the other files to appear, he soniced the box before hoping up rather quickly and sitting down in front of the computer. "Then pretend I'm a student. I actually got a name tag when I came in." The Doctor gestured to his little sticker name tag that was on his jacket. "The Doctor, here to help.... Except all they put was The Doctor.... When I was at the last store they put I was here to help. I rather liked that name tag...." He blinked a few times to get focused and started typing on the computer. Codes filled the computer as he typed, several of them disappearing at a time. "Mr. Cyril.... you said that was your name? You don't know the old headmaster of this school do you? I met him a while back, a strange fellow...." Taking out his screwdriver again, he soniced the screen and flicked it out, reading the results. He got to his feet once he had read the readings. It was time to explore more. He walked over to Master and stopped, looking down at him since he was a little taller. "Right...." He gave him a stare. His moving around Master's face in a way as if he was a bit distracted but focused at the same time. "I'll just be going." The Doctor said in a rather childish tone it seemed then passed the Master, walking down the hall way.
The Doctor knew there was much more to this oil than the headmaster was letting off. He was hiding something from the Doctor but then again, when did people ever just tell the Doctor things? That's always been a part of the Doctor's life, he always had to figure things out. Not that it was bad. He did enjoy the little things he always found out. The Doctor stopped in the lunchroom when he finally arrived there. Children seemed to simply past him and not give him much of a second glance. Maybe they were use to strange visitors? The Doctor sat down by a group of kids and fixed his bow tie when he heard a kid laugh in the distance. He smiled a little. "Hello." The kids stared at the Doctor before leaving. The bell went off sending all the kids off to class. "Kids these days. Always watching tv. No human contant- what. Is. That?" Standing to his feet, he walked over to the kitchen and peeked in. The cafeteria ladies were pouring a golden liquid into a metal container. "I've heard of bad lunches... now I understand their pain... they are being feed complete glop." The Doctor went a bit wide eyed as if he were being playful then he pulls out his sonic again, scanning the containers. Once the readings were there, he stood and checked them. "That's what I thought... how could this place be back? No it's not the place.... that would be a rubbish answer. School back? The poor kids..... After it got burnt down... I'd be sad too." The Doctor slapped himself. "Focus Doctor. We have things to do." He puts the screwdriver up and walks out, looking around.
Classrooms were everywhere. Kids were by computers typing with the headphones on. Something was a bit off about this. It couldn't be as simple as the Doctor was making it seem. There was way more to this than just the oil... what was it? For now, all the Doctor had to do was avoid the headmaster and simply figure it out then everything would be fixed. His eyes searched around for the headmaster to make sure he hadn't been followed before he walked on down the hallway, scanning the air for anything weird.
He stopped when he realized something he should have already know. Mr. Cyril wasn't who he said he was! It took the Doctor a second to piece everything together. "Two hearts...." The Doctor choked on the two words as he felt all the regret, pain, and loss hit him all at once. 'Don't Doctor.... Stay strong.... Everything is fine.....' He thought to himself quietly as he put the screwdriver up and quietly walked to the headmasters office to snoop around and find evidence of anything that could actually help him. Maybe prove Mr. Cyril wasn't a time lord... or who he thought he was.... Mr. Cyril wasn't... and he couldn't be ........The Master?!
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