Setting the Precedent
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best_enemies100 words, all ages, not mine. Getting into mischief on Gallifrey. (Also, Theta needs a tag.)
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Koschei asks again.
"Of course I am." Theta leads the way up the stairs. He presses his hand against the panel, and the gong sounds.
Someone must have been right inside, though, because the door opens before they have a chance to retreat. Theta looks up -- and up -- and sees an imposingly familiar face.
It's Rassilon. Rassilon himself.
He hears Koschei's sharp intake of breath, and looks over to see that his friend is frozen in fear.
He does the only thing he can think of; grabs Koschei by the wrist.
"Run!"
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Koschei asks again.
"Of course I am." Theta leads the way up the stairs. He presses his hand against the panel, and the gong sounds.
Someone must have been right inside, though, because the door opens before they have a chance to retreat. Theta looks up -- and up -- and sees an imposingly familiar face.
It's Rassilon. Rassilon himself.
He hears Koschei's sharp intake of breath, and looks over to see that his friend is frozen in fear.
He does the only thing he can think of; grabs Koschei by the wrist.
"Run!"
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