[He won't be bringing up muggles again. And don't ever call him one, he's so not one of those dumb apes. Nor is he a wizarding dunce that can't even work the internet.]
1929? Woah, you are out of time. [Sort of. This place was hardly advanced but the average era was around the early twenty first century so anything less was a little out of sorts. Though he couldn't help but focus on the other issue.] That was when you died? So you're not alive in your universe. [What was it with the wizwrding world? Did anyone live long? Barty was going to die when he went back, as was Merope. Who else? Sounded like a brutal universe... he rather liked that, actually.]
To be fair, Merope, it's hard to make mind control sound nice. But I see what you mean, I really do. I've found myself in similar situations before so I understand. Sometimes, whether people like it or not, you have to take control. [Though he often does it just because. He'd always happy to take what he needs, even others free will.] I suppose my power sort of falls under that category.
[Merope nods happily along with Harry's assessment that you sometimes have to seize control, that's exactly how it is. Finally someone who understands.] I know, there are situations when you need to influence others for their own good. [She gazes into the distance, sighing quietly. She keeps wringing her bony hands to work through some of the agitation this conversation is causing.] But it's so hard to explain! You are right, there is no way to make it sound any less than awful and if he doesn't want to listen...
[Oh wonderful, now there are tears prickling in her eyes and she had been so determined not to come across as weepy or weak. She sniffles loudly and shakes her head.] Never mind, Harry, it doesn't matter now. Why don't you tell me about that power of yours. Is the building over there the library?
[Seizing control was almost a hobby to the Master and he was awfully content to do so if he had to. It was sort of how he did things these days.] Sometimes people need a gentle prod in the right direction and if you can help them make a better decision, I don't understand how someone can claim you did the wrong thing. You know?
[The Master turns his head and is somewhat stumped when tears start to appear on Merope's face. Humans, they were always leaking and snivelling. It was so repulsive. But hey, he was trying to be nice. So, naturally, he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and offers it with a sympathetic smile.] My powers? Erm, they're body control. I guess, in it's own way, it's kinda handy. But you do have to break a lot of morality rules to use it. See, maybe that's why I understand you? I get what's important about taking control, even if people disapprove.
[Looking up, he nods his head at the sight of the library.] Almost there.
Finally, a tag for you!
1929? Woah, you are out of time. [Sort of. This place was hardly advanced but the average era was around the early twenty first century so anything less was a little out of sorts. Though he couldn't help but focus on the other issue.] That was when you died? So you're not alive in your universe. [What was it with the wizwrding world? Did anyone live long? Barty was going to die when he went back, as was Merope. Who else? Sounded like a brutal universe... he rather liked that, actually.]
To be fair, Merope, it's hard to make mind control sound nice. But I see what you mean, I really do. I've found myself in similar situations before so I understand. Sometimes, whether people like it or not, you have to take control. [Though he often does it just because. He'd always happy to take what he needs, even others free will.] I suppose my power sort of falls under that category.
*turtles along*
[Oh wonderful, now there are tears prickling in her eyes and she had been so determined not to come across as weepy or weak. She sniffles loudly and shakes her head.] Never mind, Harry, it doesn't matter now. Why don't you tell me about that power of yours. Is the building over there the library?
/turtles after you
[The Master turns his head and is somewhat stumped when tears start to appear on Merope's face. Humans, they were always leaking and snivelling. It was so repulsive. But hey, he was trying to be nice. So, naturally, he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and offers it with a sympathetic smile.] My powers? Erm, they're body control. I guess, in it's own way, it's kinda handy. But you do have to break a lot of morality rules to use it. See, maybe that's why I understand you? I get what's important about taking control, even if people disapprove.
[Looking up, he nods his head at the sight of the library.] Almost there.