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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 19:42:39 GMT -5
Tybalt looked badly shaken up, to the point of the metal chains on his wrists rattling near-silently in his lap. He had thus far been unable to eat anything.
"...my- my lord, I...." His head swam. "...why will it be comfortable?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 8, 2011 19:56:29 GMT -5
"It suits a monarch to be a gracious host."
He knew far too little about the man to set him free just yet. The possibility that he might be useful was tempting, even if that use was target practice, and the castle guard was in need of a few replacements after an ugly recent incident. But primarily it was charity.
Doom's gaze remained level, eyes glittering.
"Go on, then."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 20:00:03 GMT -5
"....I don't think any of that knowledge would please you- my lord-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 8, 2011 20:13:39 GMT -5
"Hold out your hands."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 20:15:00 GMT -5
He seemed too paralysed with panic to do so for a moment, and then did, fingers curling against his palms.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 8, 2011 20:24:26 GMT -5
Doom unlocked his fetters for him with surprising deftness,
"Now eat. Your table manners are appreciated, but I don't intend to starve you."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 20:27:42 GMT -5
"I....you are certain?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 8, 2011 20:32:30 GMT -5
He gestured for him to carry on.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 20:35:45 GMT -5
....Tybalt very cautiously put some food onto his plate and timidly ate it, posture broadcasting discomfort.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 8, 2011 20:46:16 GMT -5
Victor sat back and drank wine, though due to the limitations of his mask's grille this involved very careful localized pouring. He manged to make it look rather effortless.
By the time he'd bullied Tybalt into trying things, the rest of the courses had arrived. They looked more appetizing than cured anything, though the meal was still a deliberate showcase of traditional local fare.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 21:03:07 GMT -5
With Tybalt's customary lack of interest or experience with food, he did not appear to take joy in anything he ate, although he didn't appear to be repulsed either.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 8, 2011 22:28:26 GMT -5
"How are you finding everything?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 22:30:34 GMT -5
"....forgive me, my lord - I - I haven't got much of an appetite."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 8, 2011 22:50:19 GMT -5
He wordlessly threw him the folded shirt. While being clothed opposite a half-naked prisoner gave one the psychological advantage, it seemed less than gracious, and Tybalt's scars made him mildly uncomfortable.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 23:01:21 GMT -5
Tybalt dressed wordlessly, keeping his head somewhat bowed, though it had to be noticed that he kept glancing at his captor and benefactor from underneath the curtain of his hair.
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