echoesofkoschei

[echoesofkoschei]

The man blinked once, twice -- then tilted his head just slightly, like a cat catching the scent of something curious on the wind. Despite being yanked back, his feet had barely shifted, and now he was staring at Gene as though she’d just handed him a particularly compelling puzzle box. A flicker of a smile curved across his lips -- sharp, amused, maybe even impressed. “Oh, darling, if I wanted to mug you, I wouldn’t need a shortcut to do it.”

His tone was light, almost teasing, but something about the way he spoke implied he wasn’t really joking. Then his gaze flicked toward the alley’s shadowed mouth, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he heard the last echoes of the shuffling below. “Big, you say?” he murmured, more to himself than her. “How deliciously vague.”

Then, he turned back to her, as if just remembering she existed. “You’ve got good instincts though. Most people don’t lunge at strangers with crowbars unless they’re brave… or mad.” He flashed her a grin. “Or both. I like both.”

A pause. His voice dropped, ever so slightly. “But I have a feeling what’s in that basement doesn’t care for bravery.”

He stepped forward -- closer than politeness allowed -- and added with a wicked little twinkle in his eye:

“Lucky for you, I’m not polite.” And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he strode toward the alley anyway.

@echoesofkoschei has found the girl without a name...

"Don't!"

Gene lurched forward, grabbing the man by the arm and yanking him back, away from the dark mouth of the alleyway. Somewhere in the darkness at the end of the narrow passage between the buildings, she could hear something moving around, bumping and scrabbling against the locked door leading to the cellar of the Rose and Crown. The noise continued for several seconds... then faded, heavy, shuffling, animalistic footsteps disappearing back down into the basement of the bar.

She looked at the stranger, half opening her mouth to explain... then realized she was still holding the crowbar in one hand. She'd picked it up the minute she'd heard something moving around downstairs. She'd only gone down there to bring up another keg, but the sounds of movement had distracted her. Gene quickly took several steps back, holding up both hands, embarrassed, trying to show she meant no harm.

"I'm not threatening you! It's not-... I know I just... ran at you, screaming and holding a crowbar, but it's not like, a robbery or anything!" she blurted. Oh, she was only making this worse wasn't she. Helplessly, she pointed back in the direction of the alley. "Just-... d-don't go down there. There's... an animal, or-... something. I've managed to get it locked in the cellar but it sounds big." She glanced warily back the way she'd come. "If you're looking for a shortcut, I'd pick another direction, mate..."

[echoesofkoschei]

Hiya! Thanks for following me over on @incangencence! Before I post a starter for you, I wanted to ask if you’d prefer a first meeting or a pre-established relationship for Gene and The Master? Happy to roll with it either way, just let me know!

//I don't mind! Either one would do for me! I leave it up to you!

[echoesofkoschei]

If you could erase one thing from history, what would it be?

I’d erase the moment the Doctor ever crossed my path. One less complication… but where’s the fun in that? History is what it is -- perfectly broken.

[echoesofkoschei]

Do you find it amusing that the Doctor’s face looks so... good on you?

Amusing? Oh, darling, it’s entirely too amusing. I wear it like a prize, a constant reminder that I could’ve been him.

And yet… I think it suits me much more, don’t you?

[echoesofkoschei]

How do you juggle all your different selves? Aren't you afraid one of them might take over?

Juggling? Oh, it’s easy. They’re all parts of me, fragments of my magnificent self. Each one has its purpose, its moment in the spotlight. As for fear? Fear is for the weak. Control is everything -- but I do admit, a little madness is often more fun than anything else.

[echoesofkoschei]

How does it feel to wear his face? Also, are you still in love with the Doctor? How does he make you feel?

Wearing his face? It’s like slipping into the most dangerous, intoxicating disguise. So right… yet so wrong.

As for the Doctor, love is… complicated. He makes me feel alive -- frustrated, enraged, enthralled. He is my obsession, my chaos. I will always want him, even if he doesn't want me back. His face is a curse… but I can’t resist it.

[echoesofkoschei]

welcome to the fracture point.

"The mirror doesn't lie. It simply shows you what you're too scared to see."

an interpolation of the master from bbc's doctor who || portrayed by ncuti gatwa || named the mirror master || independent, indie & selective || mun and muse are both 18+

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You stand at the threshold, where reality frays and reflections come alive.

This is the domain of the Mirror Master —

Koschei reborn, splintered and whole, a face you know but a soul you never will.

If you dare to linger, speak carefully: Every word, every whisper, might just become a crack in the glass.

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