Doctor Who/Sherlock=Wholock RP

[Kanaria]

((Lahlahlahlahlah~ EVIL~!))

The Master felt the stinging bite of her slap, and his cheek tearing on the inside from his teeth. He spat out a mouthful of blood, then turned on Xavia, eyes fuming. He quickly reached out and grabbed an ear, twisting it cruelly. "And you," He hissed. "Know very well not to do that!"

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia cried out in pain, real tears springing to her eyes. "Let go!" She screeched, clawing at the Master's hand. 'Koschei! That hurts! Let go!" No, this couldn't be happening. His old self was resurfacing, and it frightened her to no end.

[Kanaria]

(Laalalalaaaa~!)

The Master ignored the pain in his hand, tugging harder on her, relishing the noises she was making....



Roger sat up suddenly, hitting her head again. Someone was in pain, and it wasn't just her head. Without waiting for the response from the Doctor, and actually using him as a landing pad for when she jumped off of the cabinet, she rushed off, following the sounds of pain.

[Starryy Skiies]

"M-Master, please." Xavia whimpered, knowing exactly what the Master wanted to hear. She had stopped attempting to pull away, knowing that it would only make it worse. "P-Please, stop." Tears of pain stained her cheeks at the Master twisted her sensitive ear.

[Kanaria]

The Master grinned sickly at her pain, continuing to wrench her ear around, with no signs of stopping. That's about when a 5'4'' brown haired blur burst into the room and knocked the Master off of Xavia. Roger glared at the blonde haired man she had pinned to the ground, as he glared back. He snapped his hands to her head, trying to send the drums into this girl, who retaliated, unaffected by the beat of four, by kneeing his sensitive parts. The Master grunted, and curled up in pain as Roger looked over to Xavia. "Why do you let him treat you like that?!" She demanded.

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia yelped as she suddenly felt the Master being ripped away. She looked on with wide, fearful eyes as Roger proceeded to incapacitate her husband for the time-being. At her question, Xavia's eyes flicked downwards. "Because," She whispered, "If I fight back, he'll make it worse."

[Kanaria]

Roger turned her angry gaze down to the Master, smashing her fist into the side of his head. "D**n," She growled looking to Xavia, "You sound like my father about my mother. 'Don't fight her, she'll only make it worse.' Bah, you've got to fight, even if it hurts. You can't let SLIME," She spat on the Master, "think it can do what it wants!"

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia nodded, glancing over at the Master. With a trembling hand, she gently wiped Roger's spit from his cheek before pulling away and standing. Tail dragging on the ground, she exited the room. The hybrid didn't make it very far into the hallway before she collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

[Kanaria]

As Roger's spittle was wiped away from the Master's cheek, both Roger and Koschei watched her with the same bemused look on their faces. They looked back at each other, the same question in their eyes, and then both did a double take. "What the h**l?" They asked each other. "Stop that, shut up! That's not funny, I swear I'll..." They let their voices trickle off, Roger standing up in disgust as the Master lay in pain on the floor. Even though his pain, the Master chuckled. "Well, offspring of mine," He said/deduced "I was wondering why the drums didn't bother you." "Shut up." Roger said curtly, heading out of the room.

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia had found a small crevice to wedge herself into, wrapping her wings around her trembling frame as she quietly sobbed. She was frightened, so frightened. She didn't want the Master. She wanted Koschei. Kind, loving, Koschei. Not the cruel, abusive Master that she had been plagued with so long ago.