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She’s finally caught off guard by his actions, form stiffening when the table collides with the ground, shattered porcelain catching the attention of too many humans around them. If energy is displayed now, who knows who might see it; yet, there’s a need to do so, to try and keep him further away in comparison to the sudden close proximity. She can’t help it, the power that clouds over once chestnut hue, the gaze of a thousand galaxies & of the entirety of space itself.

     “Master ? Strange name…that a title ? Seems more
like a title; time lords were large into having titles if I recall.”

A small flicker that one could miss if they didn’t pay attention: the energy that seemed to race beneath the skin of her hands, ready to DEFEND.

     “ - The one who created them, the world you’re standing on  & many
others. The one that’s going to send you back to your own world one way or another.”

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     “ –––– That’s a mouthful.” 

He’d been rash. The Master released his hold on her chair, not out of fear, but out of careful consideration ( for his own life ). He could feel it; the power that radiated off the stranger, unlike in any human he’d met. Stupid. She’s not human. Looks can be delightfully deceiving. He backs off, hands thrown up in mock surrender, and he smiles, biding his time. 

     “I’m quite content away from my planet, thank you. I’m fairly certain they are, too. So why don’t we call it even? I’ll even forget your idle threat.”

He settles, and slumps back into his seat, dismissing the discarded table and damaged cup. Something about the stranger didn’t sit well with him. He’d been FOOLISH. Not difficult to mistake people on Earth as human. Speaking of humans, the masses have all but hushed, speaking in hurried whispers to their own ears. Humans. Lots of humans. Fragile humans. 

    “Look around. If I were you, I’d choose my next words, very carefully.”