Spoilers For Big Finish's Project: Lazarus

[clonenumber6]

So, you've finally decided to send me somewhere, have you? With both my arms? Delightful.

What I want to know is why on Earth you think this is a good idea? You've hardly the experience for this sort of endeavour, and if you want to go into how many other obligations you have at the moment ... well.

As for having some sort of animal following me around - oh yes, sorry, my soul in animal form. Very believable, I don't think.

I'm all for getting out of the Forge with my limbs intact, but this is hardly the optimal solution, is it? No. No, I've made up my mind. You can do as you please. I will be sitting right here and waiting for a better alternative to come along. There are a lot of humans here, after all. I'm sure one of them can be reasonable.

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[youwillobey]

[The Master's eyes narrow, he doesn't like quiet how like the Doctor this man can be, far too clever for any sort of simple, quickly manufactured copy.] Continue, then. It would be convenient to know what you are, and perhaps what to call you. If we are going to talk in detail about these matters.

[clonenumber6]

Well, I don't think I should sell myself so cheaply. You've yet to even try to give me your word yet, have you?

But to begin with, you may call me the Doctor.

[He's trolling, but someone did make an earlier bid for control of this conversation, so this could be taken as his answer.]

[youwillobey]

I might. But that would be confusing to say the least. [he raises an eyebrow, not waiting for agreement] surely whatever your... source it was necessary to differentiate between the genuine article and yourself?

[clonenumber6]

I am the genuine article. [Well, he snapped that without thinking. Still, there is absolutely no way he is giving this horrible smug man any more control over him, and he will be no one's Lazarus anymore. And other than that, he doesn't have a name. What's he supposed to tell him? I'm nobody? That's not happening again.]

Surely someone of your mental acumen can make such a small concession? [Fake smile is so so fake.] It's not as though there's any one else here to confuse me with. Think of it ... [He searches for the right words.] Think of it as though some terrible temporal disaster has occured. What would you do if more than one Doctor was present, hmm? Would you just start handing out numbers?

[youwillobey]

[The Master smirks] Hardly, there are subtleties of language perceptible only by the Gallifreyan ear. All of those, however, assume a regenerational relationship... [he actually has been pondering this, and it shows] I'm not entirely sure how the inflection could incorporate a-- clone? is it? Grown from the cellular level? Or woven with some sort of primitive looming process?

[clonenumber6]

[Curses, foiled again! Not really a surprise though, it didn't take that long for the horrible small question-mark one to figure him out, and he'd actually been trying to hide then. Oh well. Stick to your guns Lazarus.]


You want me to give valuable information away when you won't even call me by my proper name? I'd rather you just teach me the Gallifreyan, and your precious Doctor can keep the English version.