Missy was sat at a table, in a cafe, in central London. Now you would think that it wasn’t anything wrong with that. And there wasn’t. Yet she wasn’t just sitting there for the fun of it. No Missy wanted to meet a friend.
A friend she was about to send a message to, to their psychic paper.
-:Meet you at the Quaint little cafe on –Great Russell St, Bloomsbury, London- 51.5178° N, 0.1268° W – Jul-13-2017 It’s called Tea and Tattle. xXx P.S I’ve got Tea and cucumber sandwiches ordered.:-
The Doctor didn’t often receive messages upon his psychic paper, which made him rather curious when he got one from an anonymous person. The TARDIS wheezed into place at the coordinates given and, after a fond pat from the Time Lord’s hand, he was out.
The cafe was quaint, just like the message stated, and he found himself searching for the person who had sent the message. So far, there was only a dark-haired woman sitting outside, who…was waving at him. Must be the one. He strode over and sat down, flashing a smile.
“One minute and forty-five seconds, I must say, I’m impressed m’dear… Tea? Sandwich?” Was the first thing Missy said as the other sat down.
She placed a cup in front of him and pushed the plate over so he could take a triangle.
“You are probably wondering why I called you here… well, for one, it was boredom, loneliness… take your pick they are practically the same thing. Another reason was that I missed you and I wanted to spend time with a friend.”
The TimeLady knew he wouldn’t recognize her, but it was fun to confuse the man, make him wonder and ask questions for a bit.
Missy was sat at a table, in a cafe, in central London. Now you would think that it wasn’t anything wrong with that. And there wasn’t. Yet she wasn’t just sitting there for the fun of it. No Missy wanted to meet a friend.
A friend she was about to send a message to, to their psychic paper.
-:Meet you at the Quaint little cafe on –Great Russell St, Bloomsbury, London- 51.5178° N, 0.1268° W – Jul-13-2017 It’s called Tea and Tattle. xXx P.S I’ve got Tea and cucumber sandwiches ordered.:-
Missy walked through the woods, following her past self towards the elevator. She was feeling conflicted. Was it because of her other self, that she refused to stand with the Doctor? Or was it something else? Pride? She wasn’t entirely sure.
She sighed as she caught up to him. “So, What now?”
The Master’s teeth press together, with the determined vehemence of a rodent facing down a snake that it would rather burrow against than devour. He takes Missy’s hand, and reverently kisses it.
“What would you do, if you knew the person at your side was your equal, your mirror, and together, you could not fail? The choice is yours. I defer to my elder.”
No cages, guilt trips, prisons or vaults. No forced reconciliations thinly veiled as “redemption.” Just us.
This made Missy pause and look at him. It had been so long since she could choose what she wanted to do… So long since she had freedom…
“Travel Time and Space and leave chaos in our wake.”
“But, I think we should get to your TARDIS before we figure out where to start… and to be honest… I do not know if I remember what it means to be The Mistress anymore… I would like to find myself once again.”
Ever since she awoke from regeneration, all she could think of, was to get her friend back… a spark of anger flickered at the back of her mind, she needed to forget about him.
“Because I’m your consciousness and you know in right.” the other woman grinned.
Missy looked at the other woman in front of her with a look of mock shock..
“I have a consciousness, Well I never … Do you expect me to listen to you then, I can try if you would like although I would rather not, but it could be an interesting…experiment.”
“Well yes, everyone does… being bad just helps block me out… otherwise, i can easily remind you of everyone you have ever killed in the past….” The other Missy hummed.
“It will be hard… but it will please the doctor to have his friend back.”
“As ready as I will ever be,” he replied, following after, already getting excited even though they had not yet started.
Opening the doors, Missy stepped out and saw that it was a fairly normal plant, similar to Earth in the gravity and atmosphere… if not cleaner. What was different, were the few visible moons in the sky… that would keep everyone remembering that this is not earth.
The madman narrowed his eyes at him and turned the gun on him. “You don’t understand!” The man finally exclaimed. “If- If I don’t! them she will be angry! She requires sacrifice! Or it will be our children as punishment!”
Missy could see the man wavering, his Green-Peridot eyes turned Orange as he became more distressed, the orange growing darker. “I- I can’t! I can’t loose my little boy… and the sacrifice burning is tomorrow… and She Demands intelligent blood.. she will no longer accept cattle…”
“You don’t need to kill to get blood.” The Doctor snarled, strangely more confident now that the gun was pointed at him rather than at Missy. “Who is she? Maybe we can help, there’s no need to shoot anyone.”
The Doctor slowly edged in front of Missy, not really realising he was doing it. “Put the gun down, or give it to me. There’s no need for anyone to die.” He reached out slowly for the gun, trying to encourage the man to hand it over. “We can help. We’ll try, I promise.”
“Duba… The Devourer of Flesh and creator of life… She is our Goddess… She has been with us for generations… she appeared from the heavens, centuries ago. She said she had grown tired of her creation’s corruptness… so she said she would spare us in exchange of flesh… she says blood, but after making the mistake of offering blood, we figured out that she meant flesh…” He told him the fight leaving his body, his irises turning black and his grip loosened on his gun, surrendering it to the Doctor.
“I do not know who you are, but do you really think you could help? To save our children? I mean… surely Duba can be satisfied another way other than for the priest to go out and kill?”
Missy Scoffed at the story. It was clearly another ‘Alien from another world pretending to be God so that the primitives could give them an easy meal’ sort of situation. “And here I thought humans were stupid… Then again they still are.” The woman muttered under her breath.
“Diabolical. Absolutely despicable. I love it,” he purred, stroking the controls for a moment, “Now, to find such a king. We’ll have to weasel our way into his council.”
“Hmm… have you got any ideas? Or perhaps the TARDIS might know… I know there were rumours of Gontolo, a colony planet in the toloto system, having a very stupid king, in the year 8083, who had no brains, trusted too easily and had no clue how to rule… he had two advisers.. yet I don’t recall what happened to him tho…” Missy hummed.
He scrolled the monitor towards himself and began to research, “Nothing is really known about the advisers. Says they appeared from far away and suddenly. We seemed to already be on our way to our fun.”
“Ooo~ How exciting.” The woman clapped in glee. “Hmm, does it say how the king died or should we keep it a surprise and pick it up as we go?” Missy asked flicking a few leavers so that they could land on the planet of Gontolo.
“All it says…he was killed during a hunting expedition. His advisers disappeared at the same time, believed to have been killed as well,” he tapped a few more buttons.
“Huh… interesting… did anyone take the throne?” Missy mused. If that were them… then they were either in disguise or something else happened. Of course they could have just gotten bored and decided to move onto something else.
“Doesn’t really say. The TARDIS is being a bit cagey about it,” he thumbed the screen, “Ah, here we go. A duke or some sort…said he was a relative…no heir named by the dead king…”
“Right.. okay then. We shall just have to see how it goes. It’s much more fun that way… are you ready?” She asked making her way to the door.
“Diabolical. Absolutely despicable. I love it,” he purred, stroking the controls for a moment, “Now, to find such a king. We’ll have to weasel our way into his council.”
“Hmm… have you got any ideas? Or perhaps the TARDIS might know… I know there were rumours of Gontolo, a colony planet in the toloto system, having a very stupid king, in the year 8083, who had no brains, trusted too easily and had no clue how to rule… he had two advisers.. yet I don’t recall what happened to him tho…” Missy hummed.
He scrolled the monitor towards himself and began to research, “Nothing is really known about the advisers. Says they appeared from far away and suddenly. We seemed to already be on our way to our fun.”
“Ooo~ How exciting.” The woman clapped in glee. “Hmm, does it say how the king died or should we keep it a surprise and pick it up as we go?” Missy asked flicking a few leavers so that they could land on the planet of Gontolo.
“All it says…he was killed during a hunting expedition. His advisers disappeared at the same time, believed to have been killed as well,” he tapped a few more buttons.
“Huh… interesting… did anyone take the throne?” Missy mused. If that were them… then they were either in disguise or something else happened. Of course they could have just gotten bored and decided to move onto something else.
“Diabolical. Absolutely despicable. I love it,” he purred, stroking the controls for a moment, “Now, to find such a king. We’ll have to weasel our way into his council.”
“Hmm… have you got any ideas? Or perhaps the TARDIS might know… I know there were rumours of Gontolo, a colony planet in the toloto system, having a very stupid king, in the year 8083, who had no brains, trusted too easily and had no clue how to rule… he had two advisers.. yet I don’t recall what happened to him tho…” Missy hummed.
He scrolled the monitor towards himself and began to research, “Nothing is really known about the advisers. Says they appeared from far away and suddenly. We seemed to already be on our way to our fun.”
“Ooo~ How exciting.” The woman clapped in glee. “Hmm, does it say how the king died or should we keep it a surprise and pick it up as we go?” Missy asked flicking a few leavers so that they could land on the planet of Gontolo.
“Diabolical. Absolutely despicable. I love it,” he purred, stroking the controls for a moment, “Now, to find such a king. We’ll have to weasel our way into his council.”
“Hmm… have you got any ideas? Or perhaps the TARDIS might know… I know there were rumours of Gontolo, a colony planet in the toloto system, having a very stupid king, in the year 8083, who had no brains, trusted too easily and had no clue how to rule… he had two advisers.. yet I don’t recall what happened to him tho…” Missy hummed.
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