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I am immensely disorganised this year, so you get a bit of still evolving fic, inspired by - and spoilery for - Death in Heaven.
(Part of my Not the Last verse, and set sometime after A Good Day. This will, in time, become part of the stories following on from A Good Day. For now, it is just a little stand-alone snippet.)
Written mostly because Missy is the best thing since River Song, and wonderful to write. No knowledge of my 'verse needed, I don't think.
Title/Summary: Not what she expected.
Setting: AU post-Death in Heaven
Spoilers: Death in Heaven
Rating: PG-13.
Word count: 1000 words approx.
Characters: The Seeker (OC), Missy.
Not What She Expected
She re-appeared, but not where she had expected to.
Looking around, Missy saw she was in a TARDIS. It was brightly lit, the central column glowing golden, the walls white with a few pieces of white/red furniture along the edges. A fairly new model, but… odd. Nothing she could put her finger on immediately, but it was obviously not a standard issue - the little telltale factory specifications seemed to be missing, the ‘tools’ far more whimsical… as if a custom model. Did they do those anymore? The war had stifled any creativity…
“He was actually going to kill you,” a voice said, and she looked up to see a black-haired youth study her with puzzled green eyes. “They say travel expands your horizons, but this was something I never thought I’d see. What the hell did you do? Apart from the cyber army made out of dead people?”
For a moment she just stared, not sure how to tackle this. Was he from Gallifrey? (He was certainly not a future version of either herself or the Doctor, and that narrowed the field considerably.) She inched nearer to the console - he couldn’t be more than a few centuries old at the most, and (she did a swift mental scan) he didn’t seem to have any back-up. Maybe they’d sent him through the crack to track her down - some brilliant kid who thought he had the stuff, thinking he could earn himself a pat on the cheek from Rassilon. She almost chuckled. Bless his little cotton socks, she’d eat him alive. And his TARDIS seemed a neat little thing - she could do with transport now UNIT were probably all over hers.
A sudden smile from the lad threw her a little, as did the words that followed: “Damn clever, but did you honestly think he’d go for it? I’ve not got a lot of scruples, but - although an army like that might come in handy - even I find it a bit too macabre to emulate.”
“Who are you?” she asked, making sure he was focussing on her as she gently laid a hand on the console, stroking a switch so softly he’d never notice… Except instead she got a shock, and withdrew her hand sharply.
“Christ almighty, do you have live wires in that?”
He smirked at her, eyes dancing in a way that stopped her short.
“No - the controls are isomorphic. And I’m the Seeker. Are you planning on thanking me for saving you, or are you just going to take it for granted?”
“Isomorphic controls,” she said, recalling a very lovely laser screwdriver… “Who taught you that?”
That smile again.
“You did - dad.”
Slowly she circumnavigated the central controls, eyeing him up. Black hair, green eyes, purple jacket (very nicely cut), simple white shirt, black trousers and shoes… Not a single thing that she could pin down. Nothing to either confirm or undermine his crazy lie.
Although she might have underestimated him - it was certainly a thoroughly unexpected lie, and showed considerable imagination. She’d be sad to kill him…
Ah well, the lie could prove a useful crutch for moving forwards.
“You… are my son?” she asked, imbuing her voice with a hint of a motherly tremble, before bringing up her hand to her chest. “This is… so unexpected. I never realised… Sorry, I’m quite overcome-”
Doing a quite frankly fabulous job of ‘fumbling for a handkerchief’, eyes misting up, she was shocked at the metal object that suddenly appeared about an inch from her left heart - not to mention the knife that simultaneously touched her neck from behind.
“Don’t even think about it,” the kid said, and - eyes widening - she realised that the weapon he was threatening her with was her very own laser screwdriver.
“How the hell did you get that?” she snapped, and he tilted his head.
“You gave it to me for my eighth birthday.”
“Oh enough with the lies already!”
She was angry now (it had been a long day and all her plans had been ruined), but he merely reached out with his free hand and emptied all her pockets.
“Not lying, you stubborn old thing, and if you’d bother to turn your head, you’d see something like proof.”
Having ignored the knife, she glanced up and faltered for the second time. It was a Toclafane, clear as day. Her own beautiful Toclafane…
She was distracted when he spoke again, studying the top of her head:
“Are the hairpins poisonous?”
“Are they what now?” she asked, and he caught her eyes.
“Your hairpins. Are they poisonous? I’ll probably let you keep them, but I’d like to know, just for reference.”
“You have a very twisted mind, young man,” she said, with gravity, and he grinned at her, pocketing the laser. The Toclafane's knife, however, stayed where it was. (Bother it.)
“What else would you expect? You brought me up.”
This was getting ridiculous.
“Look, just stop it. It’s very entertaining, and the Toclafane is a lovely touch, but we both know that I never had, or ever will have, any children.”
Stepping back, he frowned.
“Oh I’m not from this universe - I thought you’d worked that out.”
She rolled her eyes. He really was impossibly stubborn, and she felt a keen urge to give him a good slap. (Whilst he was confused she could prick him with one of the hairpins… How had he guessed they were poison tipped?) But maybe not yet, let him lower his guard first.
“Well goodness gracious me, what a marvellously clever chap you are.” (Too much sarcasm? No, that wasn’t possible.) “How did you end up here? Trying to find Gallifrey and getting lost?”
It was his turn to look surprised.
“Gallifrey? Gallifrey is long gone. Burnt up and dead.”
“Oh but it’s not, you know,” she sing-songed. “And I know where it is…”
And then - he laughed. In her face!
“Even if that were true - and kudos for the double-lie, that’s impressive - why would I want to find Gallifrey? I’m planning to take over the world, I really don’t want a bunch of stuffy old idiots in stupid hats thinking they can tell me what to do. The Doctor is bad enough - did you see that fez of his?”
For a moment she was actually speechless.
Then…
“You want to take over the world?”
All of a sudden she found herself hoping that his fanciful stories were true, and in his smile - shimmering with mischief - she saw something that sparked recognition.
“Finally got your attention, did I?” he said smugly, and her eyes narrowed.
This might just have... potential.
the_redjay.I am immensely disorganised this year, so you get a bit of still evolving fic, inspired by - and spoilery for - Death in Heaven.
(Part of my Not the Last verse, and set sometime after A Good Day. This will, in time, become part of the stories following on from A Good Day. For now, it is just a little stand-alone snippet.)
Written mostly because Missy is the best thing since River Song, and wonderful to write. No knowledge of my 'verse needed, I don't think.
Title/Summary: Not what she expected.
Setting: AU post-Death in Heaven
Spoilers: Death in Heaven
Rating: PG-13.
Word count: 1000 words approx.
Characters: The Seeker (OC), Missy.
She re-appeared, but not where she had expected to.
Looking around, Missy saw she was in a TARDIS. It was brightly lit, the central column glowing golden, the walls white with a few pieces of white/red furniture along the edges. A fairly new model, but… odd. Nothing she could put her finger on immediately, but it was obviously not a standard issue - the little telltale factory specifications seemed to be missing, the ‘tools’ far more whimsical… as if a custom model. Did they do those anymore? The war had stifled any creativity…
“He was actually going to kill you,” a voice said, and she looked up to see a black-haired youth study her with puzzled green eyes. “They say travel expands your horizons, but this was something I never thought I’d see. What the hell did you do? Apart from the cyber army made out of dead people?”
For a moment she just stared, not sure how to tackle this. Was he from Gallifrey? (He was certainly not a future version of either herself or the Doctor, and that narrowed the field considerably.) She inched nearer to the console - he couldn’t be more than a few centuries old at the most, and (she did a swift mental scan) he didn’t seem to have any back-up. Maybe they’d sent him through the crack to track her down - some brilliant kid who thought he had the stuff, thinking he could earn himself a pat on the cheek from Rassilon. She almost chuckled. Bless his little cotton socks, she’d eat him alive. And his TARDIS seemed a neat little thing - she could do with transport now UNIT were probably all over hers.
A sudden smile from the lad threw her a little, as did the words that followed: “Damn clever, but did you honestly think he’d go for it? I’ve not got a lot of scruples, but - although an army like that might come in handy - even I find it a bit too macabre to emulate.”
“Who are you?” she asked, making sure he was focussing on her as she gently laid a hand on the console, stroking a switch so softly he’d never notice… Except instead she got a shock, and withdrew her hand sharply.
“Christ almighty, do you have live wires in that?”
He smirked at her, eyes dancing in a way that stopped her short.
“No - the controls are isomorphic. And I’m the Seeker. Are you planning on thanking me for saving you, or are you just going to take it for granted?”
“Isomorphic controls,” she said, recalling a very lovely laser screwdriver… “Who taught you that?”
That smile again.
“You did - dad.”
Slowly she circumnavigated the central controls, eyeing him up. Black hair, green eyes, purple jacket (very nicely cut), simple white shirt, black trousers and shoes… Not a single thing that she could pin down. Nothing to either confirm or undermine his crazy lie.
Although she might have underestimated him - it was certainly a thoroughly unexpected lie, and showed considerable imagination. She’d be sad to kill him…
Ah well, the lie could prove a useful crutch for moving forwards.
“You… are my son?” she asked, imbuing her voice with a hint of a motherly tremble, before bringing up her hand to her chest. “This is… so unexpected. I never realised… Sorry, I’m quite overcome-”
Doing a quite frankly fabulous job of ‘fumbling for a handkerchief’, eyes misting up, she was shocked at the metal object that suddenly appeared about an inch from her left heart - not to mention the knife that simultaneously touched her neck from behind.
“Don’t even think about it,” the kid said, and - eyes widening - she realised that the weapon he was threatening her with was her very own laser screwdriver.
“How the hell did you get that?” she snapped, and he tilted his head.
“You gave it to me for my eighth birthday.”
“Oh enough with the lies already!”
She was angry now (it had been a long day and all her plans had been ruined), but he merely reached out with his free hand and emptied all her pockets.
“Not lying, you stubborn old thing, and if you’d bother to turn your head, you’d see something like proof.”
Having ignored the knife, she glanced up and faltered for the second time. It was a Toclafane, clear as day. Her own beautiful Toclafane…
She was distracted when he spoke again, studying the top of her head:
“Are the hairpins poisonous?”
“Are they what now?” she asked, and he caught her eyes.
“Your hairpins. Are they poisonous? I’ll probably let you keep them, but I’d like to know, just for reference.”
“You have a very twisted mind, young man,” she said, with gravity, and he grinned at her, pocketing the laser. The Toclafane's knife, however, stayed where it was. (Bother it.)
“What else would you expect? You brought me up.”
This was getting ridiculous.
“Look, just stop it. It’s very entertaining, and the Toclafane is a lovely touch, but we both know that I never had, or ever will have, any children.”
Stepping back, he frowned.
“Oh I’m not from this universe - I thought you’d worked that out.”
She rolled her eyes. He really was impossibly stubborn, and she felt a keen urge to give him a good slap. (Whilst he was confused she could prick him with one of the hairpins… How had he guessed they were poison tipped?) But maybe not yet, let him lower his guard first.
“Well goodness gracious me, what a marvellously clever chap you are.” (Too much sarcasm? No, that wasn’t possible.) “How did you end up here? Trying to find Gallifrey and getting lost?”
It was his turn to look surprised.
“Gallifrey? Gallifrey is long gone. Burnt up and dead.”
“Oh but it’s not, you know,” she sing-songed. “And I know where it is…”
And then - he laughed. In her face!
“Even if that were true - and kudos for the double-lie, that’s impressive - why would I want to find Gallifrey? I’m planning to take over the world, I really don’t want a bunch of stuffy old idiots in stupid hats thinking they can tell me what to do. The Doctor is bad enough - did you see that fez of his?”
For a moment she was actually speechless.
Then…
“You want to take over the world?”
All of a sudden she found herself hoping that his fanciful stories were true, and in his smile - shimmering with mischief - she saw something that sparked recognition.
“Finally got your attention, did I?” he said smugly, and her eyes narrowed.
This might just have... potential.
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(Writing Missy is WAY too much fun...)
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Thank you so much, I am spoiled.
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You are a bad, naughty impatient person - although OTOH I am v. happy that I can tempt you so much! *g* And it was your birthday, so I guess overall - you are a wonderful person who deserves all good things. Very pleased that you liked it!
(even if the reveal did initially disappoint me)
Slightly thrown by what you mean by this - the reveal of who Missy is, or whatever you gleaned from my fic? I tried to keep everything as vague as possible. (And oh Death in Heaven is... *waves hands* It sort of threw me on first watch, but then I fell for it head over heels.)
and oooh... I love how the Seeker interacts with his... parent?
I quite simply couldn't resist. Because their normal interactions have been completely turned upside down. And they both think they other is lying.
Thank you so much, I am spoiled.
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What the hell did you do? Apart from the cyber army made out of dead people?
You can just hear him saying that.
Although she might have underestimated him - it was certainly a thoroughly unexpected lie, and showed considerable imagination. She’d be sad to kill him…
And you can certainly hear her thinking that.
“Oh enough with the lies already!”
She was angry now (it had been a long day and all her plans had been ruined)
And that.
Her own beautiful Toclafane...
Hang on, she recognizes the Toclafane but not the Seeker?
... “Oh I’m not from this universe - I thought you’d worked that out.”
Ah. Gotcha. No, not clear yet, but certainly intriguing.
“Even if that were true - and kudos for the double-lie, that’s impressive - why would I want to find Gallifrey?
Poor Missy. Now there are two Time Lords who totally refuse to react the way she calculates that they will...
No, I give up. There's too much, and it's perfect. Thank you.
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Elisi's Not The Last 'verse is an AU to the show 'canon' as it were, and there's... a reason why the Seeker in this story is interacting with the show 'canon' Missy, but I don't know how much elisi has told people so I'll let her take the wheel now.
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And yes, it was (known) AU intersecting with (known) canon that puzzled me, and now I’ve got an even weirder vision of Gallifrey popping into or out of existence depending on whether it is Missy or the Seeker who is talking in this fic. Quite possibly time to step away from the keyboard...
(But since I’m back anyway:
Too much sarcasm? No, that wasn’t possible.
Loved this too. She is a weird mad combination of stone-cold brilliant and utterly bananas, isn’t she? And when she says it explicitly (“good point, well made ... but did I mention? Bananas?”) it undercuts itself, but when she just proves it, like this, it’s chilling. Sometimes she is visibly too mad to be let out alone, or even apparently to function, and other times she is able to conceal it.)
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Hey, I'll happily shake your cyber hand! Did I never give you an official welcome? It involved telling you to make yourself at home, and tea & biscuits are always available. :)
“Enevarim” is a masculine name, but fair point, it’s a masculine name in a language that I started to invent a long time ago.
Ah. Well it's hard to tell, esp around here where defaulting to the female is the norm... By all which waffle I mean that it's nice to meet you too. :)
And yes, it was (known) AU intersecting with (known) canon that puzzled me, and now I’ve got an even weirder vision of Gallifrey popping into or out of existence depending on whether it is Missy or the Seeker who is talking in this fic. Quite possibly time to step away from the keyboard...
LOL. I think we'll just leave Gallifrey where it is for the moment... (Although speaking of Gallifrey I feel duty-bound to rec Galimaufrey by
Loved this too. She is a weird mad combination of stone-cold brilliant and utterly bananas, isn’t she? And when she says it explicitly (“good point, well made ... but did I mention? Bananas?”) it undercuts itself, but when she just proves it, like this, it’s chilling.
She is aware that she is mad, and uses that knowledge to achieve brilliance. I think that's what makes it so unsettling. The fact that she knows, and that she pretty much considers it an asset. ETA: Oooh, it's the Hannibal Lechter factor. 'I am stone cold brilliant and rational, and now I will proceed to eat your face!'
Sometimes she is visibly too mad to be let out alone, or even apparently to function, and other times she is able to conceal it.
Mind you, it makes her fascinating to write.
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Ooooh neat! :D I love the Roda 'verse because it's so very different from my own, and merging the 'verses is fascinating. (Also I need to poke her to finish Galimaufrey... There's a single chapter left, as far as I know.)
and you're right, given Roda's reaction to just-post-DotD Eleven in chapter two, make that three Time Lords who would not react as Missy would expect to the sing-song “I know where it is” bait.
I dread to consider a Roda/Missy confrontation. As in - I don't think the outcome would be pleasant. But it sure would be interesting.
Good job she's evil, as you say...
Mmmmmm, yes. :)
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(I've only done it once, and then just to force myself to write a fic I kept putting off... It worked though.)
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See you SAY you have nothing coherent to say, and then go on to say LOT of lovely things. <3 <3 <3
You can just hear him saying that.
:D
And you can certainly hear her thinking that.
Her inner monologue is AMAZING.
And that.
She is very interesting to write. I just have to get her voice straight in my head, and she writes herself. (She is hilarious and terrifying, which helps.)
Hang on, she recognizes the Toclafane but not the Seeker?
I sort of kept everything vague, but the basic idea of this is for the Seeker to 'stumble' from his 'verse and into canon. The differences are... quite pronounced.
Ah. Gotcha. No, not clear yet, but certainly intriguing.
Well I have a whole series of ficlets planned, but this one just... appeared and demanded to be written. There'll be more. At some point.
Poor Missy. Now there are two Time Lords who totally refuse to react the way she calculates that they will...
Indeed. But then she's evil, so I don't feel too bad about toying with her. >:)
No, I give up. There's too much, and it's perfect. Thank you.
Don't give up! Although you've certainly spoiled me rotten. Thank you so much for reading, enjoying and commenting. ♥
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Ahh, good to know. I was puzzling over this myself.
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The next 'story' will be a series of stories following the Seeker's adventures travelling to different universes. I hadn't planned on letting him intersect with canon, but this opportunity was too good to pass up. However once it becomes a proper story it'll be in a wider context and will make far more sense. This was mostly posted for the lulz.
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Also, going back and re-reading the epilogue with the Seeker's talk with Clara about his intentions in taking over the universe reverberates in all sorts of interesting ways off of his parent's much madder behaviour in Death in Heaven.
(And, switching threads, love the “Gee, writing is Hard” Darcy icon...)
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It didn't even occur to me that people might find it confusing... This is why beta readers are so important - they point out those kinds of details. :P
Also, going back and re-reading the epilogue with the Seeker's talk with Clara about his intentions in taking over the universe reverberates in all sorts of interesting ways off of his parent's much madder behaviour in Death in Heaven.
Yes it's... interesting. Not sure how I'll deal with it, but the Seeker is, in essence, thinking of doing what Missy tells the Doctor to do - fix stuff, make things better. Except without that zombie army. This of course also ties in with all kinds of stuff from Eleven's era... (This is why having an AU 'verse is great - you can play with all the ideas but in your own little sandbox.)
(And, switching threads, love the “Gee, writing is Hard” Darcy icon...)
I have had it for lo many years, and it is always apt! (Feel free to snag if you want, just credit
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*BOUNCES*
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*SQUISH*
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(Ahhh, bless you, you lovely lady! T'will all come out in the wash...but it WOULD be nice if we could fic the world brighter. Gorgeous concept. But then, that's no surprise coming from you...)
♥
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You shall make me blush! Also your won fic ain't too shabby, you prize-winning person.
but it WOULD be nice if we could fic the world brighter. Gorgeous concept.
I think that's called 'being a writer'...
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Mmmm...must say I heartily agree.
(Psst. Next Seeker fic, please.)
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You are a good writer, learn to take compliments like a pro!
Mmmm...must say I heartily agree.
Now, how to write a novel?
(Psst. Next Seeker fic, please.)
I've yet to start my Death in Heaven meta! /o\
(Although I have the next stories all planned out. It's just... time.)
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How to write a novel? Carefully. *Laughs*
Sorry, sorry...jumping the gun there. Wish there was more TIME. That is one of the major banes to a writer's existence. Time and the lack of it!
(Looking forward to those next stories!)
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And 'slowly' might be a better description. Heh.
TIME is indeed the key word. (SO much stuff in my head. /o\)
<3
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(Esp happy that someone not familiar with the 'verse could follow enough to enjoy!)
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Anyway, I just really enjoy Master fics. Always have. I will probably write some in America XD
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Ooooh, that made my morning! :)
Anyway, I just really enjoy Master fics. Always have. I will probably write some in America XD
YAY! And I can't imagine anyone not enjoying Master fics.
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It's certainly . . . laden with avenues to explore.
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The Seeker's comments were spot-on—the astonishment that the Doctor might actually have killed her, automatically asking what she'd done, and dismissing her latest plan as not near terrible enough to trigger such a reaction—while commenting in passing that the Doctor couldn't possibly have fallen for that, the Seeker himself would have found it a bit too macabre XD His rational, slightly snarky tone is just awesome. I loved the way Missy attempted to smoothly trick him, distract him, look harmless or emotional so she could catch him unaware, but he was always two steps ahead of her. And using her very own weapons against her—isomorphic controls, laser screwdriver, going crescendo up to the Toclafane itself! :D Oh, I could clap. Love her fury and her snapping at him to stop lying. He called her a stubborn old thing. He knew the hairpins would be poisonous. I just can't deal with all the epic things. XD Her lines were all perfect, dripping with sarcasm, and his were just as good. I could frame the one reacting to her Gallifrey bait and put it on my wall. And the ending was just neat, of course that would give her pause. I just love it! ^_^ Awesome thing!
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:D :D :D
I was very intrigued by Missy not remembering the Seeker—so now that the show has the Master again, your AU becomes literally another universe, does it?
Several people have had this reaction - which never even occurred to me. Of course my AU is, literally, an Alternate Universe. Always has been. Have planned for the Seeker to travel between 'verses for years and years, and to come across canon in one form or another, just as a fascinating look at how far my 'verse has gone along a completely different path. (But again, this is the problem with posting stray idea out of context. *g*) Missy doesn't remember him, because he is completely foreign to her. Just like how Rose is foreign to her Pete's World parents.
Missy's POV, perceptions and thought processes were just wonderfully handled, and the Seeker's reactions to her as well.
Like I said elsewhere, it literally just wrote itself when I ought to have been concentrating on meta... But. How could I resist?
Loved Missy's observation of his TARDIS, and her deductions about whom he might be.
She works with what she's got. Which is miles off the mark, of course, but I liked following her thought processes.
Hah, I love her. :D
Missy is WONDERFUL, full stop.
The Seeker's comments were spot-on—the astonishment that the Doctor might actually have killed her, automatically asking what she'd done, and dismissing her latest plan as not near terrible enough to trigger such a reaction
He's only been watching the very final parts from a distance, so doesn't understand anything of all the stuff going on apart from the cyber-army, doesn't know about Danny etc. From his POV of course, the Doctor & the Master have rubbed along fairly well for centuries, nether disturbing the balance. Of course, he (the Seeker), is the reason for that balance, but he doesn't see that. (At least not immediately.)
while commenting in passing that the Doctor couldn't possibly have fallen for that, the Seeker himself would have found it a bit too macabre XD His rational, slightly snarky tone is just awesome.
He is used to dealing with his father, and understands how his mind works... And how to undermine it. ;)
I loved the way Missy attempted to smoothly trick him, distract him, look harmless or emotional so she could catch him unaware, but he was always two steps ahead of her.
You can fool many people, but never your own children!
And using her very own weapons against her—isomorphic controls, laser screwdriver, going crescendo up to the Toclafane itself! :D Oh, I could clap.
If she thought about it a little more, she'd realise how well (s)he (well her parallel world self) has brought him up... But she's not really in the right frame of mind atm.
Love her fury and her snapping at him to stop lying. He called her a stubborn old thing. He knew the hairpins would be poisonous. I just can't deal with all the epic things. XD
Well she called him stubborn (mirror, mirror), and they're both convinced the other is lying... He has the upper hand because he knows who she is, but if she'd allow herself to believe she might have more of a chance.
Her lines were all perfect, dripping with sarcasm, and his were just as good. I could frame the one reacting to her Gallifrey bait and put it on my wall.
It was SO MUCH FUN to write! Snark upon snark, and they really are VERY alike...
And the ending was just neat, of course that would give her pause. I just love it! ^_^ Awesome thing!
♥ ♥ ♥ Thank you for your awesome, awesome feedback, am all flaily. ♥
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Okay—that does clear things up a lot! :) I just hadnʼt considered that at all.
Like I said elsewhere, it literally just wrote itself when I ought to have been concentrating on meta... But. How could I resist?
Indeed! :)
She works with what she's got. Which is miles off the mark, of course, but I liked following her thought processes.
Her headspace was wonderful ^_^
Missy is WONDERFUL, full stop.
This.
From his POV of course, the Doctor & the Master have rubbed along fairly well for centuries, nether disturbing the balance. Of course, he (the Seeker), is the reason for that balance, but he doesn't see that. (At least not immediately.)
Ohhhh, indeed. He doesnʼt go that far back, but it just changes everything.
He is used to dealing with his father, and understands how his mind works... And how to undermine it. ;)
^_^
If she thought about it a little more, she'd realise how well (s)he (well her parallel world self) has brought him up... But she's not really in the right frame of mind atm.
Tʼis a lot to wrap oneʼs head around, even for a brilliant Time Lord brain ;)
Well she called him stubborn (mirror, mirror)
Love it! :D
It was SO MUCH FUN to write! Snark upon snark, and they really are VERY alike...
Indeed! ^_^
Thank you for your awesome, awesome feedback, am all flaily.
^_^ Anytime! ♥
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And this is why writers should never assume anything!
Her headspace was wonderful ^_^
I could write the Master FOREVER. Missy adds a whole other layer of fascination.
Ohhhh, indeed. He doesnʼt go that far back, but it just changes everything.
It's difficult to see yourself. Or rather, the effect you have.
Tʼis a lot to wrap oneʼs head around, even for a brilliant Time Lord brain ;)
Indeed.
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Indeed ;)
I could write the Master FOREVER. Missy adds a whole other layer of fascination.
This.
It's difficult to see yourself. Or rather, the effect you have.
True, and especially when it is not a specific event, but your whole existence!
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Totally.