Post by The Master on Jun 17, 2011 15:23:29 GMT -5
It was a cold and dreary afternoon, with rain currently falling over a dour little village in the middle of nowhere, out in the countryside... when a Rift in Time and Space opened up above a conveniently placed pile of hay. A moment later, a very dishevelled Master fell out of this Rift.
"Ow!" he yelled, following it up with a string of alien swear-words, as he hastily sat up and began throwing fistfuls of the stuff in every direction away from him that he could.
He scrambled to his feet, spun around and stared at the haystack.
"Oh, I just bet I landed on the needle..." he grumbled, rubbing his arm where he had in fact fallen hard enough to hit the solid ground below his supposedly safe landing.
He glared at the haystack, and honestly looked surprised when after a few seconds nothing happened.
"Hey, it was supposed to catch on fire!" he protested, trying once more to set the haystack alight with his gaze alone. It did not work.
On seeing that this wasn't the way to go, he then tried quite hard to concentrate on the energy within him... to conjure a bolt of Artron energy. He couldn't manage even so much as a spark.
"Oh come on!" he protested, "I don't get anything? I had that one before!"
Just then he heard a twig snap behind him and spun very quickly around to see a plump older woman standing there with a rifle aimed his way.
"You're kidding me." he said in his most dour tone.
"I ain't kidding nobody." the woman said darkly, "Move." she gestured with the end of the weapon for him to move towards a barn.
He just gazed blankly from the woman to the barn and back again. "You don't want to do that." he said, in a warning tone. Not a hint of his usual control of charm.
"Oh, I think I do." she said with a bit of a leering grin. She took the safety off the gun. Rather pointedly, in his opinion.
He rolled his eyes and held up his hands to show he was unarmed. He tried briefly to channel the Artron energy once more, but continued to fail at that. She stepped forward and prodded him with the end of the rifle, to try to make him move.
That was a mistake.
He grabbed the weapon with both hands and stepped forward himself, so that it was pointing past him, and shoved the butt of the gun right into the woman's shoulder where she held it. It knocked her down onto the damp and slightly muddy ground, and he was easily able to twist the weapon out of her hands.
"Now why did you want to shoot me, hmm?" he asked, examining the relatively pathetic toy humans called a weapon. It only had one shot! Completely worthless! He took out the ancient bullet and threw it into the offending haystack, before tossing the rifle itself onto the ground in the opposite direction.
"Don't get many visitors, since the village got raided four years ago." the woman said coldly, "Need to keep whatever we can find for next harvest."
"We?" the Master asked sceptically. Then he heard the bang of a gunshot from across the poor excuse for a street, and ducked. It would have missed him anyway, he wasn't that fast. "Ah yes... as in more than one of you." he muttered, almost excited by the danger. He was close enough to the woman that he was able to elbow her in the face from where he crouched next to her, knocking her unconscious, and then charged across the street at another man who held a second rifle.
This other man was just as easy to take down as his female friend, and soon the Master was leaning over him with one knee pressing hard into the man's stomach and the rifle pressed against his neck.
"Why are you stupid apes shooting at me?!" he snarled at the man. Unfortunately, the man's neck cracked from the pressure. "Hmm... too much." the Master said idly to himself.
He stood up, this time keeping the primitive weapon with him, and proceeded to investigate his surroundings more thoroughly.
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((OOC: Anyone who can make an excuse for being able to track Rift activity, and/or happens to be passing through the Brecon Beacons (reference: Torchwood, season 1 episode 6, "Countrycide"), is welcome to join me in here!))
"Ow!" he yelled, following it up with a string of alien swear-words, as he hastily sat up and began throwing fistfuls of the stuff in every direction away from him that he could.
He scrambled to his feet, spun around and stared at the haystack.
"Oh, I just bet I landed on the needle..." he grumbled, rubbing his arm where he had in fact fallen hard enough to hit the solid ground below his supposedly safe landing.
He glared at the haystack, and honestly looked surprised when after a few seconds nothing happened.
"Hey, it was supposed to catch on fire!" he protested, trying once more to set the haystack alight with his gaze alone. It did not work.
On seeing that this wasn't the way to go, he then tried quite hard to concentrate on the energy within him... to conjure a bolt of Artron energy. He couldn't manage even so much as a spark.
"Oh come on!" he protested, "I don't get anything? I had that one before!"
Just then he heard a twig snap behind him and spun very quickly around to see a plump older woman standing there with a rifle aimed his way.
"You're kidding me." he said in his most dour tone.
"I ain't kidding nobody." the woman said darkly, "Move." she gestured with the end of the weapon for him to move towards a barn.
He just gazed blankly from the woman to the barn and back again. "You don't want to do that." he said, in a warning tone. Not a hint of his usual control of charm.
"Oh, I think I do." she said with a bit of a leering grin. She took the safety off the gun. Rather pointedly, in his opinion.
He rolled his eyes and held up his hands to show he was unarmed. He tried briefly to channel the Artron energy once more, but continued to fail at that. She stepped forward and prodded him with the end of the rifle, to try to make him move.
That was a mistake.
He grabbed the weapon with both hands and stepped forward himself, so that it was pointing past him, and shoved the butt of the gun right into the woman's shoulder where she held it. It knocked her down onto the damp and slightly muddy ground, and he was easily able to twist the weapon out of her hands.
"Now why did you want to shoot me, hmm?" he asked, examining the relatively pathetic toy humans called a weapon. It only had one shot! Completely worthless! He took out the ancient bullet and threw it into the offending haystack, before tossing the rifle itself onto the ground in the opposite direction.
"Don't get many visitors, since the village got raided four years ago." the woman said coldly, "Need to keep whatever we can find for next harvest."
"We?" the Master asked sceptically. Then he heard the bang of a gunshot from across the poor excuse for a street, and ducked. It would have missed him anyway, he wasn't that fast. "Ah yes... as in more than one of you." he muttered, almost excited by the danger. He was close enough to the woman that he was able to elbow her in the face from where he crouched next to her, knocking her unconscious, and then charged across the street at another man who held a second rifle.
This other man was just as easy to take down as his female friend, and soon the Master was leaning over him with one knee pressing hard into the man's stomach and the rifle pressed against his neck.
"Why are you stupid apes shooting at me?!" he snarled at the man. Unfortunately, the man's neck cracked from the pressure. "Hmm... too much." the Master said idly to himself.
He stood up, this time keeping the primitive weapon with him, and proceeded to investigate his surroundings more thoroughly.
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((OOC: Anyone who can make an excuse for being able to track Rift activity, and/or happens to be passing through the Brecon Beacons (reference: Torchwood, season 1 episode 6, "Countrycide"), is welcome to join me in here!))
