Hommage à Marquise de Pompadour
Reinette, Madame de Pompadour
I am Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, Marquise de Pompadour. My family and friends refer to me as "Reinette". I was mistress to his royal majesty, King Louis XV, his maitress en titre. ((Independent Madame de Pompadour, both historical and Whovian. Character and player are of age. I do not rp NSFW with anyone under 18. Most of the GIFS used are my own or were made for me specifically. Don't use unless permission is given. Please read "important" before interacting))
Hommage à Marquise de Pompadour
He sat there watching the Doctor convulsed. He didn’t move from his spot, knowing what was happening. He saw it plenty of times before. It seems the patrons and workers at the brothel have seen similar things as well since they didn’t dare intervene in the scene. The art of detachment helped them ignore it as well.
"Relax. He’s just genetically re-encoding," The master explained as he stood up and walked over to them. "Forced evolution is never painless, Doctor, but don’t worry. We don’t have any throwbacks in our DNA like lazarus found out about his own DNA. Especially not on our third strand, which the serum is targeting. It takes 20 injections over a number of months to finish the process, but not kill the patient. 20 painful injections. Can you imagine it?"
He narrowed his ayes, letting that rage hit him again. “I lost two men to create this serum. I want more than time with the children. It’s not too much to ask, now is it? You expect me to have a course of this 20 times just for our original terms? Come on now, Doctor, you know me. I won’t accept that.” He helped the Doctor to his feet. “I heard you let Jonathan go. Exile, am I right? I want his position. You will give it to me or I destroy all this work I’ve done. You get nothing.”
He looked at Reinette. “I need some alone time with your wife to discuss some private, but good news. Walk it off, Doctor. It helps the stiff muscles.”
Before the Doctor could say he wouldn’t leave him alone with Reinette he pulled out his laser screwdriver, gun, and the syringe he used, placing it on the table. He then pushed out the insides of his pockets to show he was unarmed. The only thing he put back in his pocket was the vial. Until the Doctor agreed to the new terms he wouldn’t get it. “Go on before you stiffen up too much.”
She listened to the Master lay out his new terms with numb detachment. Whatever they had been working on, it had been dangerous and lethal to several others who worked on it. The disregard for life and safety infuriated her, but for once it wasn’t the Master who had been behind it, but oddly, the Doctor. Was his design to gain more regenerations so great that he would sacrifice others to achieve his goals? It wasn’t unthinkable, as he had destroyed others before to gain what he wanted. Her world had suffered that fate. A small part of her could understand and sympathize with the Master’s fury, but never to the point where she would wish harm on the Doctor.
She glanced down at the Doctor, giving him a sympathetic smile. Tenderly, she placed a kiss on his lips as she helped him to his feet. “I’ll speak with him. Don’t worry, he won’t hurt me.” She murmured.
Turning back to the Master, she waited for the Doctor to leave before addressing him. “What is this good news?”
It all happened so fast he didn’t have time to react and stop him. He didn’t expect the Master to do something like this in such a public place so he let his guard down. Now he knew that was a huge mistake.
He clapped his hand against his neck over the nettle mark. “Terms?! You want to discuss terms when you’ve just—AHHH!” He couldn’t finish his sentence because he felt his entire body go ridged. He smacked against the chair, which gave way, knocking onto the floor with the Doctor along with it. He could feel his pounding hearts against his hand on his neck as the injected substance took hold of his body.
"It’s altering my polymeric macromolecules…d..ahhhh!" He violently arched his back, his arms slamming the ground, and his eyes shut. What accompanied this display was large crunching noises as if the Doctor’s very bones were altering within him. He felt like passing out, allowing the process to continue while he was unconscious, but his mind was buzzing too much to let him do this.
What was the master trying to prove by doing this? That it was painful? Was he backing out on the agreement because of this? If he was then why was he discussing terms? The Doctor didn’t understand it. He didn’t know what provoked this. He was still unaware of the two men the Master lost.
“Reinette…” He whispered. He wanted to say ‘help me’ but he was already out of breath. He grabbed the table and attempted to prop himself up.
She stared in horror as the Doctor began to convulse on the floor. She was helpless in this situation, unprepared to assist him medically and completely baffled by what was going on. The unsaid words from the Doctor enough to prompt her to come to his side. “Stop this!” She said to the Master, trying to push away her hysteria. Panic was less than useless in this situation. “Please, just stop this! Help him!” She begged the Master, meeting his eyes.
Her arms wrapped around the Doctor, helping to keep him steady as the chemical took effect.
The Master winked at Reinette when she made the leash comment. He did love it when she flirted with him like that. He waited until the Doctor had settled in to his seat to do something he had been planning since the beginning. The Doctor leaning forward only helped him. “Where was I? I’ll tell you.” He leaned forward so they were both over the table. For a split second he thought about how this action would ruin the progress he just made with Reinette, but that anger he was holding back couldn’t be mustered any more. He quickly pulled out a syringe and stabbed it in the Doctor’s neck, pushing down the plunger before anyone could stop him.
He was furious. He had lost two men. Two important people to the sterben cause and friends, even if the Master wouldn’t openly admit that. All so the Doctor could be vain. He had agreed to helping him before he realized how much they were playing with fire. Now, he was giving the Doctor a dose of his own medicine. He knew once the Doctor felt the seriousness of the situation he would be more willing to listen to his new terms. “I have new terms.”
She watched both men, sensing that something more had been discussed and decided, all done separately and without her knowledge. Whatever it was, it was likely better left beyond her understanding. Their game extending back towards their childhoods. The old friends would settle their differences in their own fashion.
The moment the syringe appeared, Reinette stumbled back in shock. Her eyes wide as she stared in horror at the Master’s actions. “What have you done?” She asked, her breath escaping her as she struggled to regain her composure.
Her feelings of surprise outweighing any anger that such an action would normally invoke. In a sense, she could understand his frustrations, in the deepest part of her. Casualties became overwhelming and a disregard for life prompted her anger. But whatever the Master had done, it wouldn’t be fatal. Not until he had what he wanted.
The Doctor found a free spot at the bar and ordered some pudding while Reinette and the Master hashed out their differences. He didn’t think it was his place to get involved. This was their fight after all. When Reinette called him over he was nearly done the pudding so he left it at the bar and walked over.
"Reinette, do you remember the boy crying on the bench that day we went to get the kids names changed to lungbarrow? I gave him advice since he was going to trial about possibly becoming a renegade? That’s him." He pointed at the ‘pudding maker.’ "He’s doing rather well for himself despite his circumstances. Isn’t that brilliant?! So young and yet still so full of hope…"
He sat down at the table with the Master. “I’m going to assume things are settled. Did you ask him why he didn’t make it today?”
"Everything is settled only so far as I am willing to discuss in this place." Reinette said simply. "If you have questions about his whereabouts…then I imagine that you could ask the Master yourself. He told me that he was involved with something for you." Reinette glanced at him, giving a small shrug.
"Then we will discuss it later. Right now I want to discuss the plans about the Doctor’s regenerations. I have good news for you, and terms for the Doctor." He looked over at the Doctor. He saw that he was sitting at the bar, eating a bowel of Karmine pudding and talking to the young lad who served it to him. "If you will tell him to stop flirting with the karmine pudding maker that would be lovely. You really should get a leash on him." He turned back to her and chuckled.
"I can only have one leash at a time and I thought it would be better to go to you." Reinette replied, glancing over towards the Doctor. She gave a small sigh, ready to leave this place completely, but needing to remain for his sake. "Doctor. Put down the pudding and return to the conversation." She called to him.
"And if you had bothered to ask why I was absent today I would have given you a solid answer. Louise has my mobile phone number. She could have rang me." He pulled out a large vial filled with a black mixture and pushed it across the table. "I lost two good men prefecting this. One just today. I was bringing him to the hospital at the time I should have been with Louise and Rory. I must apologize for selfishness of helping your husband, which caused one of my men to die today. I can see how that was horrible of me."
"Remind me next time to let anyone who doubles over, bleeding out of the mouth to die without attempting to give them medical care so I can deal with the domestic sides of things." He sarcasm wasn’t even hidden. "What is this of arranged marriage? She’s not even an adult."
There was no need to address that matter. She would not apologize, not now and not in front of his whores. Considering his other actions, she had little reason to think he was doing anything other than being selfish. It was Louise that stole her entire focus and reason for being there.
"I know she is not an adult but she is in need of protection to her reputation, as well as…care." Reinette said, looking around at the gathered crowd. "I would rather we discuss our daughter in private."
"Ooo, such claims but entirely untrue. Have I not made sure Louise, a mixed breed, takes the name of Oakdown? I could have been like others in my house and shun her to a place like this. But did I? No. She sits in the academy, training to be a time lady. It’s a respect not many are granted. I treat all Gallifreyans equally, no matter their background. That is not something most can’t say. These Gallifreyans live in squaler while the filorumba sit on a pot of riches. Tell me, Reinette, where is that fair? Our noble race, far more advanced than those savages will be, get less rights? I don’t think so.”
"I’m not called The Master for nothing. I had a given name once, but I rebelled against my house, becoming a renegade. I will leave the house again if it means my people stand tall against these savages that no longer have rights to this planet.” He adjusted his jacket. “Now you either get off this high horse or you leave. It’s your choice.” The more he spoke, the more the gallifreyans around him seemed to rally. Most of them shared his views on the matter. It was that fact that he took advantage of in his cause.
"You speak so prettily about helping the people, but your arrogance and pettiness has never changed from its former position. You use these people for your designs, effectively creating them as your puppets. All the while you wallow in the muck and filth, preferring to focus on your own selfish desires." She retorted to him, hardly caring about the response he was gathering.
"And when in this act of charity have you ever bothered to visit your daughter? You had been scheduled to see your children today, but rather would roll around with your putains! You were gracious enough to bestow your name, but not your time. This is how you would treat anyone that you were ‘master’ over. You will care for them only as far as it extends to you!”
She shook her head, “Votre fille a besoin de vous maintenant! Comprenez-vous que je dois arranger un mariage pour elle? You need to return home!”
He wagged his finger playfully. “Tisk, tisk! Reinette, are you taking after the Doctor and insulting these poor people? Do you know that most of them either were rejected for being mixed breeds much like your children, were echo clones like the Doctor’s daughter Jenny, or they were merely renegades, trying to stand up for themselves despite what society says? Are you really going to stand there and act as though you’re better than them because of the place they’ve been forced to be? My, my, Reinette, the veil has been lifted. I’m shocked by your prejudice.”
"Nothing is going to happen by staying here and I’m not leaving. If you want to speak to me then you better get comfortable. Otherwise, go. I have a meeting to finish. I don’t have to take any time to speak to you." He turned around, walking back to his table. He sat down slowly, and stared at Reinette and the Doctor. The members of the brotherhood of sterben watched them, too.
"You are hardly one to speak to me about prejudice," Reinette hiss at him through clenched teeth. She felt so very close to breaking into blind rage. This place raising her heckles and further exacerbating her already frazzled nerves. Given the repeated difficulty she had with the Master, she was not about to be further insulted or humiliated in front of his whores.
"You have done nothing but display your disregard for anyone you deem beneath your notice, which, as it stands, includes your children. Considering the amount of times I have withstood your abuse and lack of regard for my person, I have ignored your attempts to destroy my marriage either out of jealousy or boredom. But I will not stand this behavior when it is directed at your children." She said, seething and hardly concerned any longer with who was watching. "Now, I suggest you stand up and act like a member of the noble house you claim to be a part of!"
The Doctor’s face dropped when she mentioned Adric and Jamie. He had managed to push their loss to the back of his mind, but it resurfaced. He still felt guilt over Adric’s death. At time time he told himself there was nothing he could have done, but when he thought about it, he wondered if he could have done something different. If he did then maybe he would be alive. Then there was the fact that Jamie’s memories were wiped when he returned home. That left him with guilt as well but he knew it had to be that way.
"Yeah…they were brilliant." He lowered his head.
Rather than allow himself to dwell in these thought he sucked in a deep breath and smiled at Reinette. “Sooo, snowman or snow fight?”
She felt guilty for raising such painful memories for him. While her comments were meant to speak well on those that traveled before her, she had forgotten that their fates had been rather tragic. Reinette paused, wanting to apologize, but before she could, he was changing the subject. She smiled at him, placing her hand on her arm.
"I think that in will lead to another." She said, bending down to scoop up a handful of snow. With a small laugh, she poured it onto the Doctor’s head, darting off before he could retaliate. "And now you are a snowman!"