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This wasn't, exactly, how he had planned his return. He had expected to be on home turf, a place he understood and wanted to be. Surrounded by worshippers and already plotting. Not here with some strange man using the power he gave specifically to his followers to bring him back. The books of Saxon weren't meant to be public knowledge, they were his private notes, and yet this man decided to drag him into a world he didn't want to be in.

The Master always had a funny feeling that magic wasn't something he should of ever tried to toy with because as it stood, he didn't like where this was going. It defied the logic he knew.

Voldemort was a strange creature, a very unpleasant one at that. He looked sickly and his eyes were red like an albino. Still, he didn't say much on it, he'd looked worse himself and damages were just a sign of ambition and desire. It always took everything out of you, especially with humans.

The drums were raging in his head as he followed Voldemort into this meeting he'd decided to attend. He'd only been back a few days and already he seemed to of captured the imagination of this tiny little creature who was all but eager to introduce him.

An ancient ruler from another reality must of been interesting.

He didn't walk behind Voldemort, he kept in step, not willing to seem a lesser. Hey, the dark lord brought him here. If he was going to play with this merry band of psychopaths, he wanted to seem equal.

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"Odds are but if they do, just grin brightly, say you're the Doctor and basically act like an excited puppy," the Master explained simply with waving out his hand to indicate it didn't take much thought to pretend to be the Doctor. "Tell them you found me and you're handling me so they don't need to bother."

It may have seem an odd statement but in the context of their friendship, it really did work. The Doctor was his handler, in his own small way, the only one to reign him in. "Books? Well, we could. I need some new clothes anyway so while we have the time, why not?"

They were near the shopping center and the Master had drawn out more than enough to get some books, clothes and food.

"Fair enough," Barty agreed, though it really just made him want to ask more questions. But he knew better than to linger on the topic of the Doctor unless the Master was the one doing the lingering, so he'd just, as so often, roll with the punches.

He smiled at the prospect of books, although new clothes should probably be a thing as well. Or, really, anything but what he was wearing right now. "I probably need clothes too. Are there any books on technology here actually worth reading?"

Because he listened to what the Master said, even when he was talking to himself, and he had caught on to him not thinking very highly of the tech level around here.

The Master looked over his clothes before shrugging slightly, they weren't awful but they needed replacing. As they headed further into the city centre, the Master scanned around for the nearest clothes shop that didn't look formal. He couldn't wear a suit here, that's make him stick out. He had to slum it a little, get some rubbish cheap stuff.

"I can probably find some suited to your ... limited knowledge. You can start with Earth level tech and build up. But there aren't many books on the Gallifreyan level of technology and engineering. And if there was, you'd never be able to read it. So it's probably wise to start small," the Master pointed out, shoving Barty in the direction of a cheap clothes store.

They had hoodies for £10, which would do. The hood could come in handy. "Just grab anything that doesn't look too good, we're undercover and we can't afford to draw eyes to us."

Barty almost mentioned that for him, all of this didn't look too good, but he wisely refrained and just grabbed things that looked similar to what the Master was grabbing. Only a size or two bigger. Not that he'd point that out. It didn't take a genius to figure out why that wouldn't be a good idea.

"Start with Earth technology. I can do that." Barty didn't like the feeling of not really understanding a thing around him, so especially if they might be staying here a while, he wanted to study up on it all anyway. And he wanted to learn to be more useful. Especially since magic annoyed the Master.

It was rather awful but the Master settled for a black hoodie, black trousers and everything else that was black really. He didn't want to be seen and hopefully keeping himself normal would let him fly under the radar. Of course when this was over, he'd get them nicer clothes. Barty always looked better in something tailors anyway, as did he. The right clothes went a long way.

"We'll have to put these on next chance we get," The Master shoved the clothes into Barty's hands and gestured to the checkout. "go pay and then we'll find you some books. I think there's a bookshop around the corner but it's been a while since I shopped in London, it could be closed down by now.

Colours could hold a lot of meaning where he came from and Barty had always gravitated toward black, so it was no wonder that he copied the Master in that regard, too. If they'd actually be all that inconspicuous as two grown men walking around in all black, well, time would tell. For now he took the clothes and headed for the cash register, returning carrying two bags. He wasn't expecting the Master to carry anything.

"We're in London? Neat." It definitely looked familiar, but he hadn't spend that much time in Muggle London. Could have been any other city. Only, he reminded himself, this was a universe where magic and any of the people associated with it didn't exist. An eerie feeling, really. "That man out there keeps looking at you. Not sure if he fancies or recognizes you."

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