The Twilight Of The Gods

"No, don't listen to him! This is a waste of time. Separate us, and let the challenge begin!"

Norman smirks maliciously as his memory of his previous confrontation sinks in. "Majora. This could be a game. And these two are your players."

The Duo would find themselves surrounded by Rahkshi.

"I suggest you two infants stop your babbling before someone better than you walks in".

Miserix stood glaring at the Master and the Demon thing.

   "Too late."   

   " But Mr. Dragon is stronger still....."   

   "You don't want to get him angry, do you now, Misters?"   

   "So are you going to stop fighting, or do I have to make you?"   

   "I'm very good at games...."   

edited 3rd Jul '11 1:07:47 AM by troydenite

"We're not fighting, he attacked me for no reason, and I attempted to defend myself."

"Be silent, cretin, or I will silence you myself." Doviculus turned his attention to Majora. "I know a game you could play. One where the pieces will scream and writhe as much as you like. And Bolas will let you play this game. All you have to do is let me go." Then back to The Master. "Oh please, this was nothing but foreplay. The main event would've been much, much more... exciting."

"You are not hosting the main event. Compared to the Nomads, you are nothing. I would rather focus on the task at hand than your petty, irrational hatred of me... You remind me of the Daleks."

"I think I'll make that judgment myself. What is this... game, you propose?"

The Master continues to speak, ignoring Bolas, "Just like the Daleks, you see everyone as beneath you, right? Do you know where that brought the Daleks? To defeat. The Doctor would stop them every time because they would never accept help from others. No. Its more than that, they just like you underestimate those around them, and, like them, you are not worth are time when the Nomads have something for us to do! You are wasting time and energy to kill an inferior being, and a potential pawn. You are worthless. Even so, I'm sure there will be something for you to do."

"In short, I will allow the child to 'play' with my minions as much as he wiches, so long as he lets me and this... thing go. I shall continue my educatio, however. At a later date, of course. Or not at all, if that if preferable to you. Let it not be said that Emperor Doviculus is not willing to negotiate."

He turned his attention to the master. "My hatred for you is not irrational, human. You wear the face of the Titans, you spoil the legacy of our masters! To merely look upon you is to know that they shall never return. That is why I hate you. Not out of some blind genocide or because it pleases me though it does. It is because, quite frankly, you disgust me."

edited 3rd Jul '11 2:12:44 AM by Bindlestick

   "Reason?"   

   "Oh, I can see one."   

Majora floated up right next to the Master.

   "You were being annoying. I don't like annoying people. They annoy me."   

The Master was raised up in the air by a meter -

And then was promptly dropped, released from his telekinetic bonds.

   "So play nice."   

   "Or I won't."   

Doviculus too was freed, though not as violently as the Gallifreyan had been.

   "That game you spoke of, Mr. Emperor... if Mr. Dragon will allow it...."   

There was an eager note in the voice of the demon - child.

   "Let's get started, then..."   

edited 3rd Jul '11 3:34:46 AM by troydenite

Daido looks at the creepy dude. "Hello... I don't think we've met... My name's Katsumi Daido..." Daido said showing his hand to Doviculus.

"So, you hate me because I look similar to you, but I'm different? Pathetic. I was wrong. The Daleks are better than you. At least their philosophy is more consistant. They hate everyone, while you? You pick and choose. Not only is your hate irrational, its stupid. You treat those most like you, and probably most willing to work with you because of that, with contempt. You! Are! An! Idiot!"

edited 3rd Jul '11 8:44:58 AM by deathpigeon

"You look nothing like me! Do you wish to see what I look like human? Do you wish to look upon the true face of a demon. I do not 'pick and choose', insolent whelp, I simply do not ally myself with mockeries such as you." He turned to Majora. "Tell me, child. Do you like it when your toys fight back?"

edited 3rd Jul '11 9:46:55 AM by Bindlestick

"I think your merely an arrogant fool. You are wasting time, energy and resources when we should be focusing on the challenges! Am I the only person here who actually wants to stop the petty fighting and get to the real reason we're here? The squabbling got old when the Litebrite, or whatever its name was, showed up! The fighting is just old."

At this point, about 20 Daleks were pointing Gunsticks and other assorted Dalek weaponry at the Master.
"SHUT-UP." They shouted in unison.

"It may be old, tired even. But it's fun."

"Oh come on; that's uncalled for. He's less verbose than you lot."

The Master looks at the Daleks, "You know what? Just go ahead and try to do it! The Nomads obviously brought me here for a reason, its not like they actually want to kill me until I've entertained them for a while, especially not if I was killed for wanting to do what they said rather than random fighting! Hell, even if that doesn't work, they'll probably just send me back, I don't especially care anymore!"

20 Stun shots went the Master's way.

Shang Tsung walked over to Azula.

"You know," said the sorcerer, "your hair looks good when it's down."

Darkness ensued.

Azula glanced to Shang Tsung a bit sourly, moving to try to pull her hair up into the ribbon again. "I prefer my hair to be under control. Besides, it's hardly effective to have long hair loose whenever one firebends at my level."

Doviculus walked over to Azula. "Ah, yes, I can sympathise. Dangling bits of anatomy on the battlefield can be very dangerous." He gave a small bow. "Emperor Doviculus, of the Tainted Coil."

edited 3rd Jul '11 12:45:09 PM by Bindlestick

"True," said Shang Tsung. "Who'd want to set themselves on fire? Idiots, that's who. That's part of why I look down on suicide bombers and the like. No, you're not going to eat grapes in Heaven for crashing a plane into a skyscraper. People like that go to the Netherrealm, where I'm pretty sure they get hit by planes made of hellfire for what they've done."