So...yeah.
FanFiction was a jerk yesterday and went offline for a bunch of people (myself included), until about 11:40 last night. Let's just say that I have a certain cutoff time for writing chapters, and that was WAY past it. Also, I came up with a good idea for a Christmas adventure that would be incorporated into the storyline, which would replace the Christmas oneshot.
So you guys are just going to have to wait for the great Christmas adventure of aliens and bad-assery.
Seriously though. There are murderous alien carolers. And Sirens. And The Master in Victorian clothes.
And a lamb.
I kid you not.
a lamb.
Trust me- I'll try to make it as worth your while as I can.
If you celebrate it- how was your guys's Christmases? I hope it was great. :)
Okay, I cannot EXPLAIN to you guys how happy I am with what I got. I got a TON of gift cards to various places, I got a framed post of all the Doctors (Capaldi not included), the TARDIS door cling, a Harry Potter bracelet from Ashley Bridget, some MLP figurines, a TARDIS Pandora charm, and a LuLu Guinness purse that's London themed (it was GREAT because I thought it had sold out about a YEAR ago!).
Again, I hope you guys have as great of a Christmas as I did! :D
Okay, so I watched The Time of The Doctor today.
R.I.P.
Handles
You were the best companion.
(Also, he hung with The Doctor for 300 YEARS in Christmas. He WAS his longest companion. Think about it.)
Also: KIDNEYS.
In other news: Some Jester Christmas ART will be coming to you guys from yours truly.
Mistletoe and cards.
That is all I'm going to say.
Oh, just an FYI: Since I sorta haven't shut up about it, most of you probably know what tomorrow is.
If you know what, I hope you guys understand that I'll probably be out most of the day, and there might not be a chapter posted tomorrow night, even though I'm trying to get back to the chapter-per-night thing. I plan on spending most of my day at dinner, getting and responding to phone calls or texts, but pretty much most of it will be spent in FYE or Hot Topic, buying Doctor Who merch I seriously DO NOT need...but I want...and will buy anyway. :)
BloodLily16 (Chapter 26):
Yeah, I didn't expect anyone to.
And the won't for a VERRRRRYYYYY LONG TIME.
(UNLESS THEY FOUND OUT MY SECRET CODE/MESSAGE FROM THAT ONE CHAPTER OF RISE & FALL.)
Hooligan'sDoctor (Chapter 27):
WARNING: Shipping will intensify VERY soon
Paradox Predator (Chapter 27):
Merry Christmas to you, too! :)
And yeah, I wanted her to get a glimpse of him. Eventually there will come a time where what happened in those past form is explained further to Jessie. It's going to be an...awkward time.
Chapter Twenty Eight- The Mission
"Well, well, well..." said the voice as Tommy escorted him in. The Master instantly recognized the voice. He remembered it clearly. The strong, threatening voice that could be respectful and somewhat kind at times. He knew that voice too well. Way too well.
Because it was the voice of a man he had killed.
Big Tony.
"Hey...uh...Tony, lay off the guy. Trust me, he's a keeper." Tommy said, stepping in front of The Master protectively. "Okay, so hear me out, Tony.: There were the pickpocketers. You know, those connies that usually hang out by Harrison and 22nd? Well, they went after this guy. Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad idea." He said, pulling The Master over towards him. "Then this guy strikes back. Shoots 'em dead cleaner and quicker than som'a our own guys, Tony! Our own guys! Even has his own callin' card an' everythin'!"
Tony raised his eyebrows, his face a mixture of surprise and impression. "Really then? Is he clean?' he asked, turning to Tommy. Tommy nodded proudly. "He's perfect, boss. Completely and utterly perfect. No strings attached, he's already got his own gun to start with, and he's already a pro-" he said, looking like a boy would after holding up a stray puppy to his mother and asking 'can we keep him, mommy? Can we? please?'.
Tony raised a hand, silencing Tommy immediately. The Master could deduce that Tony apparently trusted Tommy greatly, being the man trust to scout out new gangsters, but simultaneously, he didn't let Tommy get too close to him when it came to being on his 'good side'...if he had one. He wanted to still have the upper hand. To still have power. To not be persuaded one way or another because he was more likely to decide with the side that Tommy agreed with. He wanted to remain top dog, with Tommy close behind as a possible successor someday, but he wanted to make sure Tommy was always put down enough to not expect it coming, nor to have the mindset that he had enough power that he could try to take the power of head gangster by force.
Tony then pointed to The Master. "You. I've got a mission for you. A solo run, as we call 'em. If you pass this, you're in. If you fail..." he chuckled to himself menacingly. "You don't wanna know". "Remember every word I say, Masters." he barked, but still keeping his temper under control. "There's a man. Goes by the name Hank Jacqueens. Product of a hoity-toity French bloodline and an Italian Mafia bloodline mixin'. He's got a small gang, pretty much just his cronies who want his protection, as well as some piece of the pie. That sucker's rich, Masters. Gold everything, stacks of money. But all of it Mafia money. Blood money. Can't go flippin' around with that stuff, can he? Not even he can go outside,except for one place. A place he always goes to. Club 42. It's by the alleyway on 23rd and 2nd. Can't miss it if you're lookin'. He likes to stay in the big room in back. You can't get in with just a smile and sayin' 'please', though. When you get there, tell any guy workin' the bar that Tony sent 'ya, and they'll help you out. They haven't been gettin' fair pay from Hank and his buddies in a long time, and they wanna get even. You get him, get his cronies, too. Take whatever valuables you find on 'em. Use your own gun for this one. Come back here when you're done." he said with a nod, Tommy escorting The Master back out into the streets.
"I'll be waitin'."
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