M!A Silence of the Mind 

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When he began raging, Georgia’s eyes went wide and she sprang to her feet. It wasn’t so much that she wanted to help him that she didn’t want him doing to her what he’d just done to that table. It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened, based on what he was saying and the pure, unbridled rage he was showing. They really were awful, it seemed. And now they were back. “Oh my god,” she breathed.

“Hey shut up!” the Master said, hearing Georgia speak.  He pointed a finger at her, and feeling that wasn’t enough ran right up in her face.  His eyes seemed crazed.  ”Don’t. even. speak.”  He then tore away from her, needing something to break or hit.  Was it the Time Lords?  Were they messing with the link.  He took out his screwdriver and shot the nearest object.  It burst into flames, and he smiled an insane grin.

She fell silent immediately. He was angry, clearly violent, and definitely dangerous. Georgia was all for pushing limits for the sake of fun, but there was a difference between daring and stupid. Not listening to him right now would definitely cross that line. She could see it in his eyes: he was absolutely, positively, completely and utterly insane. She didn’t need to see him light something on fire with a screwdriver he’d pulled out of his pocket to know that.

The Master wanted an explanation and he wanted one now.  He wanted the drums to die down enough for him to think of a way this was possible.  Someone was seriously messing with his head, and he was angry.  Without even realizing it or thinking about it, he set more things on fire.  Then, bored with it all, he put the screwdriver back in his pocket and sat down, watching them burn around him.  It was like he was King of the Wasteland again.  He was fairly certain they wouldn’t set the whole place on fire, but he couldn’t be bothered to care.  Right now, he had to somehow clear his brain long enough to figure out what just happened.  The sound of the fire burning calmed him a bit, and he took in a breath.

M!A Silence of the Mind 

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The Master was just about to answer her, when he thought he heard something.  It was so quiet at first, he couldn’t quite place it, when suddenly they were back.  The steady one, two, three, four was back in his skull, pounding against his ears.  He had an hour.  That was it, a stupid hour, and without cause they were now back.  Why even give him a taste of thinking clearly for an hour, and then yank it all away?

He screamed.  Running to the first thing and knocking it over.  It was a table, and the piece of furniture didn’t stand a chance.  It broke into several pieces on the ground.  He began finding things, anything, picking them up and throwing them.  ”SHUT UP!” he shouted.  ”IS THIS SOME CRUEL JOKE!  WHY?  WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

When he began raging, Georgia’s eyes went wide and she sprang to her feet. It wasn’t so much that she wanted to help him that she didn’t want him doing to her what he’d just done to that table. It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened, based on what he was saying and the pure, unbridled rage he was showing. They really were awful, it seemed. And now they were back. “Oh my god,” she breathed.

“Hey shut up!” the Master said, hearing Georgia speak.  He pointed a finger at her, and feeling that wasn’t enough ran right up in her face.  His eyes seemed crazed.  ”Don’t. even. speak.”  He then tore away from her, needing something to break or hit.  Was it the Time Lords?  Were they messing with the link.  He took out his screwdriver and shot the nearest object.  It burst into flames, and he smiled an insane grin.

M!A Silence of the Mind 

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This time, she couldn’t help but laugh. She couldn’t recall seeing anyone look this giddy in a very long time. “Well, for your sake, I hope they don’t come back too. You look like you’re about to take flight,” she said with a smirk. Then, she came up in a full sitting position. “They must’ve been pretty awful for you to be this excited.”

“I don’t know what I’ll do!” he exclaimed, loving the absurdity of it.  ”I don’t know where I’ll go!  Frankly, I don’t care!”  He let out a loud laugh, loving the sound of it.  ”They were strange, very temperamental,” he exclaimed.  ”Sometimes, so quiet I never really noticed them, but then, other times, they’d get so bad I couldn’t hear my own thoughts.  You know when a room is so loud you can’t hear yourself think?”  He tapped his temple.  ”Those were the worst times.”

“Oh, that does sound awful,” she said with a small frown. To have a noise you can never escape. She could understand why he was so ecstatic to be free of them. Didn’t make it any less funny. His face was just too hilarious, with the childlike glee. “And now you can think clearly,” she stated.

The Master was just about to answer her, when he thought he heard something.  It was so quiet at first, he couldn’t quite place it, when suddenly they were back.  The steady one, two, three, four was back in his skull, pounding against his ears.  He had an hour.  That was it, a stupid hour, and without cause they were now back.  Why even give him a taste of thinking clearly for an hour, and then yank it all away?

He screamed.  Running to the first thing and knocking it over.  It was a table, and the piece of furniture didn’t stand a chance.  It broke into several pieces on the ground.  He began finding things, anything, picking them up and throwing them.  ”SHUT UP!” he shouted.  ”IS THIS SOME CRUEL JOKE!  WHY?  WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

M!A Silence of the Mind 

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She raised an eyebrow. “You have drums in your head?” she asked incredulously. Weird quirk. “Long time to have them suddenly just leave.” It was all it took not to laugh at him. He just looked so damn happy, like a kid at Disneyland. It was strangely adorable.

“Yes, I do, well, I did.  I did!  Doesn’t that sound great?  Past tense, I do love past tense,” he said, feeling so happy, like he could run a marathon.  ”I hope they never come back!” he declared.  The only point for the drums had been to bring back the Time Lords, and since they were back in the time lock, what was the point?  Maybe that’s the thing that finally did it.  Maybe that’s the thing that finally cut the link.

This time, she couldn’t help but laugh. She couldn’t recall seeing anyone look this giddy in a very long time. “Well, for your sake, I hope they don’t come back too. You look like you’re about to take flight,” she said with a smirk. Then, she came up in a full sitting position. “They must’ve been pretty awful for you to be this excited.”

“I don’t know what I’ll do!” he exclaimed, loving the absurdity of it.  ”I don’t know where I’ll go!  Frankly, I don’t care!”  He let out a loud laugh, loving the sound of it.  ”They were strange, very temperamental,” he exclaimed.  ”Sometimes, so quiet I never really noticed them, but then, other times, they’d get so bad I couldn’t hear my own thoughts.  You know when a room is so loud you can’t hear yourself think?”  He tapped his temple.  ”Those were the worst times.”

M!A Silence of the Mind 

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She laughed a bit at his obvious and rather strange excitement. “What the hell are you talking about?” she questioned. He just seemed so happy over something that, to her, made no sense.

“There are drums, these things, in my head,” the Master struggled, stumbling over his words in his excitement.  He felt, almost, giddy.  ”They’ve been there ever since I was eight.  Then, all of a sudden, they just, disappeared.  I can’t explain it, I don’t know why, but I can finally think.  It’s amazing, what you can actually fathom when you have a clear head.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You have drums in your head?” she asked incredulously. Weird quirk. “Long time to have them suddenly just leave.” It was all it took not to laugh at him. He just looked so damn happy, like a kid at Disneyland. It was strangely adorable.

“Yes, I do, well, I did.  I did!  Doesn’t that sound great?  Past tense, I do love past tense,” he said, feeling so happy, like he could run a marathon.  ”I hope they never come back!” he declared.  The only point for the drums had been to bring back the Time Lords, and since they were back in the time lock, what was the point?  Maybe that’s the thing that finally did it.  Maybe that’s the thing that finally cut the link.

M!A Silence of the Mind 

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Georgia had just been trying to enjoy a nice, quiet day in a city park near some huge alien city with a name she couldn’t pronounce when some crazy man started shouting at drums. She’d been lying down, but propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. Was that the man she’d rescued from Soro X5…? She almost smirked. He’d seemed a bit off his rocker… “If they’re gone, it’s not like you could really hear it!” she called to him.

The Master recognized her as the woman who helped him off the planet, the Roman goddess, but he didn’t care.  He was so happy to be able to think clearly again.  ”I know!” he shouted to her.  ”It’s amazing!”

She laughed a bit at his obvious and rather strange excitement. “What the hell are you talking about?” she questioned. He just seemed so happy over something that, to her, made no sense.

“There are drums, these things, in my head,” the Master struggled, stumbling over his words in his excitement.  He felt, almost, giddy.  ”They’ve been there ever since I was eight.  Then, all of a sudden, they just, disappeared.  I can’t explain it, I don’t know why, but I can finally think.  It’s amazing, what you can actually fathom when you have a clear head.”

M!A Silence of the Mind 

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“The drums!  The drums are gone!  Can you hear it?  They’re gone!”  The Master was shouting to anyone or anything that would hear, not able to process what was happening.

Georgia had just been trying to enjoy a nice, quiet day in a city park near some huge alien city with a name she couldn’t pronounce when some crazy man started shouting at drums. She’d been lying down, but propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. Was that the man she’d rescued from Soro X5…? She almost smirked. He’d seemed a bit off his rocker… “If they’re gone, it’s not like you could really hear it!” she called to him.

The Master recognized her as the woman who helped him off the planet, the Roman goddess, but he didn’t care.  He was so happy to be able to think clearly again.  ”I know!” he shouted to her.  ”It’s amazing!”

Well it’s been fun 

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I suddenly had the power of time travel wanted to be a goddess. Is that so wrong?

Not necessarily, but you did it wrong.  Otherwise they wouldn’t have mobbed.

-eyeroll- Oh pray tell, how would you have done it better?

Well you could not be overly obnoxious and demanding, ‘course that’s not fun, so the best way to go about it is mind control.  It may make the population look even more stupid but a stupid population is an obedient population.

You certainly sound experienced in this area.

Didn’t exactly have the means for mind control. Unless this thing can… Either way, I lasted on my own for a decently large amount of time, no mind control required.

I am.  I’ve been around for a long time.  You learn how to get things done.

There are means of mind control that don’t require technology.  Some good old-fashioned manipulation!  If you plan on continuing your little run you should probably aquatint yourself with it.  Not everyone is as stupid as your everyday Roman. 

((Alright, I’m calling it a night.))

Well it’s been fun 

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Well there is a sentiment I agree with completely.

Oh do you now?  You’re a bit interesting, parading around as a Roman Goddess, stealing a vortex manipulator and deserting your family.  I’ve encountered a few like you before, but you seem to have a decent grip on things.

I suddenly had the power of time travel wanted to be a goddess. Is that so wrong?

Not necessarily, but you did it wrong.  Otherwise they wouldn’t have mobbed.

-eyeroll- Oh pray tell, how would you have done it better?

Well you could not be overly obnoxious and demanding, ‘course that’s not fun, so the best way to go about it is mind control.  It may make the population look even more stupid but a stupid population is an obedient population.