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"So, Kaylee, what's this communications group you seem so opposed to?" the Doctor asked, carefully avoiding the candles as he leaned against the stall. She raised her eyebrows.
"You haven't run into them? Huh. They've been running around even more lately, trying to recruit more of the humans. Especially friendly ones."
The Doctor grinned, shrugging. "Well, it's not their fault. I've only just arrived recently. What are they recruiting for?"
"They just want more members for their little club. Seem to think that the more people they have joining the more will want to join," she rolled her eyes and continued. "They're actually called the People for the Unity of Stryxile and Humans. I just can't be bothered to call them by name."
"PUSH?"
"Yeah. Not exactly an ill-fitting name. Their leader, Adriel Dante, is quite determined to get me to join. 'Course, my parents are thrilled that he's trying to get me interested. Mainly because if I join, Dante'll be impressed, and they'll get their position on the council upped. He's the head," she explained.
"Oooh, getting interested in politics now, Doctor?" The Doctor's companion stopped beside him, a champagne glass in hand.
"Friend of yours?" Kaylee asked.
"I suppose so," he said, smiling.
"That hurt! You injure me, Doctor, and I've done nothing to provoke it." The Master grinned, turning. "And as I've been listening to Mr. Dante sing your praises for the past five minutes, I'm going to guess that you would be Kaylee?"
Kaylee grimaced, nodding.
"You know, Doctor, you should meet him. You'd probably like him," the Master said, sipping his champagne. "He's very…" He trailed off, searching for the word.
"Persistent?" Kaylee suggested. "Annoying? Oblivious?" she groaned. "Approaching."
"We-e-ell, I was going to say 'human'. Full of those qualities that tend to end up being warm and fuzzy and that you love so much, Doctor. But you'll see for yourself, then."
The Doctor turned to look at the man coming towards them. He didn't even bother to try to respond: from the looks of it, he wouldn't have time.
Dante strode towards them, carrying such an air of confidence it practically coloured the air around him. He was dressed splendidly in an Elizabethan costume of rich crimson and gold. Thick blonde hair fell over cheerful brown eyes, and his lips curved up in a warm smile.
Well there's half his persuasion, the Doctor observed. He wondered how many followers the man had. It would certainly say something about how good he was at speaking to people. He made a mental note to avoid letting him alone with the Master as the man stopped before them.
"Kaylee, my dear," he said with a slight bow. She nodded curtly, and he turned to the Master. "I see you've found your date, Mr. Saxon?" The Doctor winced mentally at the name, not immediately registering what Dante had said.
"Ah, yes I have. Not really that difficult to find, though," the Master said, grinning. "Just check to see who's standing in the background."
"The really interesting stuff's never right up front. If it is, it usually means trouble. Then again, it seems to mean trouble regardless…" he frowned in thought for a moment before continuing. "And since when am I your date?"
"Since we arrived at the party together, my dear Doctor. Now, I would guess that Mr. Dante has not dragged himself from the excitement behind him to listen to you asking silly questions, mm?"
Dante laughed good-naturedly. "Not a problem, not a problem. I'd come to remind Kaylee about the supper this evening. She has a tendency to forget when they are," he explained, shooting a look at the woman. She smirked.
"Thanks so much, Dante."
"Adriel,' he corrected. "Mr. Saxon, you and your date are welcome to attend, of course. Kaylee knows where I live." Dante raised his hand briefly before turning back the way he came.
"Great. The two of you are ever so helpful." Kaylee said, scowling at the pair. The Doctor grinned, unaware that the Master was mirroring him at his side. "I suppose the both of you actually want to go, too, don't you?"
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Right. Very long wait, there. My apologies. My internet suddenly decided to disappear, which halted my update for obvious reasons.
So. Comments? Pretty please?
And if anyone would care to let me know how I'm doing keeping people in character? Sil vous plait? A quick 'you're good' would suffice. Aha. Otherwise I get the impression none of you really care…
Yours 'till death,
Caelistis.
