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This Devil's Workday
The Master waits somewhere between three and four hours for Brainiac-5 to vacate the Medical Wing before setting up shop himself. He takes a free station (okay, so that may not be entirely unused...) and uncerimoniously dumps on it an assortment of the tools he's picked from the weapons lockers. Nothing heavy duty, he's mostly picked multitools and anything with enough internal components to cannibalise into something more useful.
Pulling up a chair and propping a pair of goggles on his forehead, he sets about looking for something to strip the equipment with.
((ooc: Open post, feel free to pester him.))
Pulling up a chair and propping a pair of goggles on his forehead, he sets about looking for something to strip the equipment with.
((ooc: Open post, feel free to pester him.))
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The Master smirks. Lighten up a little, Scorpy, "Now, I'm not expecting your trust either and I don't require it, but his I would do well to entreat."
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"Now then. If there are others you wish to bring into this little mutiny... it would be best if I not know. I can withstand torture and psychic onslaught, but it is hardest to root out a conspiracy when all pieces do not know the other." He grins... a most chilling expression. "I intend to do everything possible to make our captor's life very... very... difficult indeed."
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He takes a few steps back towards the Med Lab before waving back to his associate, "Be seeing you, Scorpy."
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