Chu-Chi Face from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is what I imagine the Master and the Doctor to do whenever they meet (or are in secluded areas).
Barty Crouch Jr, also known as the Doctor, a faithful servant to the Dark Lord and owner of the TARDIS. Dare you approach him, and even be his companion?
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"Not exactly polite to go wandering through other people’s homes, hm?"
"No, but I don’t really care, either."
Clara looked up to the TARDIS doors, tilting her head just slightly. It looked like the Doctora, but there was something-different about it. Something was off. Becoming all to curious about it the muggle-born witch pulled out her wand and muttered a word, watching as the TARDIS door swung open, inviting her in.
Once she entered though it seemed as though no one was home, all the lights turned off, giving the TARDIS a bit of an errie feel.
The Doctor was in his room, secluded from everything, everyone. Even the TARDIS left him alone, poor girl. He was busy creating potions of various kinds that would come in handy sooner or later.
His meditation broke when he heard a noise in the main console room and he frowned. Pausing his works, and making sure it wouldn’t be ruined by the come he came back, went to investigate.
Barty crept to the console room, armed with his wand. “Who’s there?” He demanded, wand pointed. “How did you get in here? The door was locked!”
The Doctor looked at his future self with loathing. Inside, he’s horrified. If that was what he was to become, he would rather die - and not in a way that would let him become that. “Wha’ happens to us tha’ suddenly we’re on board with helpin’ the Master rule the Universe an’ given him gifts to help him do so?”
He paused to think over an answer but shook his head slightly. “Oh, you’re about to find out! In your own time, big-ears. I’m not giving you any spoilers.” Barty scowled at his younger self.
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'Well.. I don't know. He's going around killing unicorns. Surely that's not a good thing.' She raised an eyebrow, her hands resting on her hips.
"It isn’t. Granted immortality but at a cost." He paused momentarily before his lips tugged upward into a smile. "What would you do if a little brat defeated you and was reduced to nothing?”
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"Who says you aren’t?" He countered with a smirk, a hand casually reaching into his pocket to finger the sonic. It was please him to know what she would do if he pulled it out. Would she think it was a wand? He did have one, but wasn’t on him at the moment.
"Perhaps. I have my reasons for being here, ginger. None of them concern you."
Oh, but they are. Still, she knew better than to say that.
"Likewise, my leaving or staying is none of your concern," she tossed out, watching him finger something in his pocket. Her own wand was still drawn, and she tensed slightly, raising it a fraction upwards.
"Oh, of course not. Nothing is of concern to me," he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "For Rassilon’s sake, put that away. It’s not like I’m going to do anything to you." It was like he was suspicious, like a criminal about to strike. And it annoyed him greatly.
"What’s your name before I get bored and do something?"
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Just imagine if I was playing as the 6th Doctor. Or a 6th Doctor reached that number.