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[ Old cemeteries are a great place for The Master to go about his work and to keep his TARDIS hidden from prying eyes. But every so often he does decide to venture out from the confines of what appears to be an old mausoleum tucked away somewhere inside of the cemetery. On this occasion, he stepped out to gather himself a box of fine cigars, and a bottle of fine brandy. Neither of these things, he bothered to pay for. And on his way back to his TARDIS, he comes across the strange looking fellow.

He tucks his belongings under his arm, and he plays it cool as he wanders over towards Soundwave. As empty as the cemetery might be, besides the dead who resided in the crypts, the living do come for the occasional visit. ]

I take you too are coming to pay your respects to someone buried here. Or perhaps you've come here to be alone with your thoughts. Though considering the age of the markers here, I’m going to suspect it is the latter of the two.

Are you waiting for someone? [cheerfully, then looking out at the cemetery as though he expects someone to unearth themselves]

[Soundwave, ever mute, looks over at the approaching man. His eyes are a muted gray purple, washed out and sharp, and he quietly observes the other, taking down everything of immediate note about him. What kind of human enters a graveyard with drinks and cigars?

Not that it mattered, he was however, dimly curious.

There was a strange sound, like a soft, mechanical hiss, the strange looking man nodding once at the second suggestion.

He was here to think]

[The mute shakes his head, not quite looking over at Cecil. He seems far more interested with watching a gap in the clouds overhead. He's just here to think]

[ And while he's got a box of cigars in hand, and a bag with a bottle of brandy in the other he's got a cover to give if one happens to ask. And seeing this fellow doesn't seem to be one for many words, and The Master can appreciate it. Humans do have a tendency to talk far too much, but he has a cover to keep. And his eyes drift down towards the items in his hands. ]

I've come to lay tribute to the founding father of the Seta household. I've been told he was quite fond of this stuff, and perhaps it was what placed him in that forsaken mausoleum in the first place. [ He really wonders about why The Doctor sees anything good about this backwater planet. The humans and their silly superstitions about the dead are almost humorous. ]

But traditions are traditions, and even if he has been dead for a good hundred years or so, I've got to keep up with paying tribute. The family fortune wouldn't have come to be without him.

[That all sounded appropriately superstitious and stupid so yes, Soundwave was inclined to believe that was why he was here. He wasn't fully up to date with what humans did with dead humans anyway. Put them underground and slowly forget about them. Not like they could recycle the parts for scrap after an hour anyway.

They deteriorated too quickly.

The dark, too sharp eyes just stare, devoid of any sort of feeling, as the 'human' relates why he would bother being here in the first place. Why bother paying tribute to someone that was dead for that long? A hundred years was nothing to him, but that was an entire generation of humans come and gone. What impact did he even have to deserve being remembered like that? Money? Laughable really.

He just glances down to the alcohol and smokes, his nose wrinkling a little]

[The other man glances up, murmuring something very quietly, almost absently to himself as he looks up at the clouds as well.] All hail.

[Then he glances over at Soundwave again as he pulls himself up to sit on the stone fence surrounding the cemetery.] I am. But it might be awhile.

[ He's found ways to make use of the human's dead before, but the dead in this cemetery are well past their usefulness. It is simply a place for him to lurk without drawing too much attention to himself. And it allows him to work on far more pressing matters. And as The Master continues to stand by the gates, he turns his own gaze to look at Soundwave.

And he follows the look down towards the items in his hand, and then he looks back to Soundwave with a smug grin on his face. ] You are not much for words are you? That's good I suppose, a man who's not willing to ask too many questions is a man I can respect.

But I see you're looking at the items in my hand. You see, it is rumored that Mr. Seta had taste for the finer things in life. And I'm sure he'd be quite willing to share. And it isn't as if he can protest.

[Soundwave's vow of silence was almost absolute. He rarely broke it for anything unless it was to make a very clear, and inarguable point. Listening to a man talk about corpses and alcohol didn't really concern him terribly. It wasn't troublesome to listen to, which was why he lingered, but he saw no reason to add to it, which was why he remained silent the entire time.

A brow arched lightly. So the human intended on using the gifts that were supposed to be for a dead man. Well, better that they be used, it isn't like a collection of bones could drink. Soundwave couldn't eat or drink anything the way he was now anyway. No stomach, no real system of any sort in him. It'd just fall through.

He just seemed to accept this, a brief nod of his head to show he was in fact, still listening and understood the concept]

[ He's not about to blather on about why he's here to a total stranger. But he does appreciate a man who knows how to keep his mouth shut. But of course, he doesn't know that the man he's speaking to is also not a human.

And with all of this talk of 'dead humans', The Master pulls out a cigar and he offers it to Soundwave. It is a filthy habit, but one does have to do one's best to keep up a good ruse. ]

And I'm sure he won't mind if either of us have one of these. [ He doesn't bother with offering up a drink, no glass, so a cigar will do just fine. ] And perhaps I'll be the one to break this silly tradition.