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[There is a man in a plain back, two button suit and tie, with well polished shoes who is currently pacing in front of the statue in the town square. His close cropped brown hair is left slightly mussed as he absently runs a hand through it, muttering softly under his breath.]

This is too elaborate for him. I stopped him. So this is something else, something far more complex. The Mayor isn't available, I've heard that before. [He makes a face]

What am I talking about I've used that before!

[he is still pacing, not noticing the drums that he hears constantly in his own mind are now audible outside of those confines. his step falters as the realization dawns on him and he whirls quickly, clearly thrown. His voice is soft.] What...? No, no that's not...

[Then louder] I don't take well to being toyed with.

[Again, he thinks he hears the sound of the infernal noise behind him and he turns, barely resisting the urge to growl in frustration. With effort, he takes a breath, reigning himself back under control. He meticulously smooths out his hair, then his suit, and ends with straightening his cuffs.]

Very well, since answers do not seem to be forthcoming, I suppose I'll just have to wait. I hope it isn't for too long. I have far more important things to attend to that don't involve my staying in this ridiculous, if seemingly quaint, setting.

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[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

[Xion spots him pacing and pauses to watch briefly before approaching him cautiously.]

Are... Are you okay?

[Hi, Master. Meet what looks to be a fourteen-year-old boy with the bluest eyes and gravity-defying hair dressed in a black coat (http://i431.photobucket.com/albums/qq36/MCRghoul/Kingdom%20Hearts%20Organization/Xion.png). Of course, in her heart and soul, Xion is a girl, but not a human one. Not a real human, anyway.

Following her is a quiet, quaint song. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhUcwjjWMkE)]

no worries! <3

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

I'm perfectly fine. [Despite the noise still following him around.]

Who are you? Do you know anything about this place?

\o/

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

[... She's noticing that now. She tilts her head a little.]

My name's Xion. I do. You're in a town called Luministi.

:D

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

How very nice to meet you, Xion. I am the Master. Do you know much about this town?

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

["The Master"... Just like...

Xion's background music shifts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2vKkYvUdXc).]

Not as much as the others I was here with last time, but I do know some.

[bit_impossible]

[for the second time that day, his background music completely comes to a stop due to his extreme surprise. he doesn't need to see that man's face to know who he's looking at (and besides, he saw it on the CAT's town directory earlier and thought it was an error). his expression turns serious and his thoughts quickly turn to the friends in town who could get harmed if they get caught in the crossfire. as he starts to walk towards the Master, knowing that he has to face his old frenemy, a different song begins to play.]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[The Master's music doesn't change, but grows louder for a moment before settling at a less extreme level. His body is tense and he's livid. In one fluid motion, he has his laser screwdriver out and ready to use, but not pointed at him. And two syllables usually would not hold as much disdain:]

Doctor. Who is trying to help you this time, hm? [Which can also be taken as, who else does he have to kill to win?]

[bit_impossible]

[in a casual, yet defiant manner, he tucks his hands into his pockets. underneath, though, he too is tense and wary of that screwdriver. that screwdriver and him don't have a good history together.]

Help? You don't really think someone is helping me by bringing both of us here, do you? Goodness, you've become surprisingly naive since I saw you last.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[He is resisting every urge to pace at the moment. He doesn't like this--whatever it is.]

Well, the last time it was your blessed Saint Martha, and I don't quite know enough of what this is to make a very educated guess. [He loses the battle not to pace and does so a few steps, then back before stopping in front of the Doctor.] Why don't you tell me, because the last time I saw you? You were in your little cage.

So, humor me, when was the last time you saw me?

[bit_impossible]

[that casual attitude is gone, even though he knows that really is one of the only possible times the Master could be from.]

[softly] In an all-consuming fire on a lone, quiet beach. [he still remembers that funeral pyre]

[vengefulagent]

[well now this is a curious sight. Wash was in the library en route to the roof when he spotted the man pacing, and since that didn't seem to be normal behavior compared to the rest of the town, he decides to go investigate. granted, there's something about the man's movements that seem off to Wash, and he has a few ideas what it might be, but then again, he can't be entirely certain. not without finding out a few things, of course.]

[as he walks towards the man, that whistling music finally changes to something subtle enough that he can tune out better. he doesn't reach for his weapons, but he's more than ready to grab one if this man turns hostile in any way. (and considering the girl, Verita, was nowhere in sight, it doesn't put him at ease.) still, when he does speak, it's with a business-like tone]

Hello! My name is Agent Washington. I couldn't help overhearing, but you're waiting for answers of some kind? Perhaps I can of some service. [naturally, there's more to this simple line of questioning, but he's interested to see where it goes.]

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[He watches him as he approaches, resisting the urge to raise a brow at the armor. Interesting. His music still remains the drums.] Well, I don't intend to be idle while I wait, those that seem to be in charge hardly seem chatty.

Hello, Agent Washington, I am the Master. What help do you think you might be?

[vengefulagent]

So I've noticed. [clearly remembers his earlier visit to the town hall]

"The Master", huh? Funny, I never heard of your position in the staff line-up. [but as he's talking, he can't help noticing those drums of the Master's. that doesn't make him happy--nor does the man's tone for that matter. so, he answers in kind.]

Well, that depends. What help do you need? I can't fully guarantee my assistance until I learn what sort of trouble you're having.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[smiles despite this] Regrettably, it is to be expected, I can hardly be everywhere at once.

The same that I think everyone here, except those in charge, share in common; assistance in finding out why we are here and, ultimately, leaving this place. Surely we can help each other and others with a goal such as that in common?

[vengefulagent]

I don't suppose you're the master of anything specific, are you?

[he doesn't answer immediately.] And then what happens when that goal ceases to be a common one?

[diesarock]

[Strange man walking in a mildly erratic pattern, talking to himself? It's the sort of company many would try to avoid, but hey; strange town, strange residents, and any information is good information. And so: while the Master is still going through his paces, a young woman approaches.]

Excuse me... do you know something about this town?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[he sees her approach and looks to her.]

Unfortunately I know nothing outside of the fact that I was brought here against my will and there seems to be no apparent exit.

[diesarock]

No exit? But... [Her head tilts a little to her left, aiming for one of the ostentatious pathways out of town.] ...where do they lead?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

They lead back to another route which leads to here.

[diesarock]

Like a loop? [She frowns, her brow creasing.] And all the roads are like that?

[bonnypiperlad]

[The sound of bagpipes can be heard nearby, moving slightly closer as a young man dressed as an 18th century Highlander walks by. Happening to catch a glimpse of the other man's reaction, the Highlander takes a guess as to what's going on.]

I've not been able to figure out where it's coming from, either.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

It seems to be unique to each person.

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye. It changes sometimes, too. [Although he's not sure why. It occurs to him that he hasn't thought to ask if this music followed anyone around before, and he looks at the other man thoughtfully.]

Hey - you'd not happen to be one of the people who were here before, would ye?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

No, I have not been here before. Though I hardly think I would be any more pleased, had this been my second time pulled from where I come from.

[bonnypiperlad]

I'd not imagine they are. It's bad enough the first time here, if ye ask me.