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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 8, 2011 23:33:10 GMT -5
Doom diverted his gaze, politely.
"Does your head still pain you?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 23:39:12 GMT -5
"Yes, my lord," he admitted, then said a little painstakingly, "but don't.... concern yourself with that, I entreat you. I am more than accustomed to it and things like it."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 8, 2011 23:49:43 GMT -5
Doom's mental conception of Tybalt was getting a little tragic, the more he fixed on his appearance.
"Surely something can be done," he said. "It's no trouble at all, and Doom's own men are responsible. What did you do in Verona, Tybalt?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 8, 2011 23:55:06 GMT -5
A thought occurred to Tybalt, and for once it was one that was not planted nor one that had occurred to everyone else involved before himself.
"...I am my family's champion. If I.... if you wish for my services, my lord, I - I could be valuable to you-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 9, 2011 0:33:04 GMT -5
Beneath the mask, bright eyes glittered. That explained why he had been found carrying a small armory's worth of weapons, at least. And how he had managed to pose significant (if brief) resistance to trained soldiers.
"And become my champion? I have men who would kill for me, as you've seen-- with a standing offer of citizenship for anyone faithfully in my employ."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 9, 2011 0:37:30 GMT -5
He quickly lowered his eyes, briefly, nervously wetting his lower lip with his tongue.
"....I do not mean to suggest I have anywhere near the skill as a soldier as your soldiers, my lord, I merely wish... to be of use."
These words felt hollow to say, probably because of how painfully true they were.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 9, 2011 0:50:43 GMT -5
He laid his hand on the table. "Would a temporary position in my own house suit you?"
Apart from infuriatingly regular intrusions from the outside, Castle Doom was oddly one of the best places, tactically speaking, to find one's enemies. Who knew the place better than its lord, after all, and better to have an intruder surrounded by advanced weaponry trained on him specifically, and robot doubles out for blood, than to find him on a work detail somewhere he could injure the general populace. This line of thinking was pessimistic, but at least safe. And his servile cowering seemed wholly genuine -- the cringing terror of it might burn away in time, but that was a charming attribute in a potential servant.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 9, 2011 1:25:14 GMT -5
"....if... there is no change of returning me to Verona."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 9, 2011 8:14:21 GMT -5
"Perhaps in time, at Doom's pleasure."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 9, 2011 17:40:33 GMT -5
Tybalt nodded, a little jittery. He was still a prisoner here, even as he drank wine and ate richly-prepared food. It could have been poisoned. He was from Italy; that sort of thing happened. If it were...he couldn't tell if this ruler, this Doom, was imposing enough to balance out the shame from some such a cowardly demise.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 9, 2011 19:41:27 GMT -5
If he'd been a little less encumbered, he would have shrugged his indifference. As it was, Victor leaned back in his chair and watched the man eat, pondering where he might be put to best use.
"What did you say your family name was?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 9, 2011 19:50:15 GMT -5
"I am counted among the house of Capulet-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 9, 2011 20:55:52 GMT -5
He steepled his fingers.
"Your girl companion will be informed of your safety. For the rest of your stay, if something should trouble you, it will be my concern. Do you understand?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 9, 2011 20:58:49 GMT -5
"My- my lord?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 9, 2011 21:08:06 GMT -5
"Hmm?" His voice was actually rather pleasant, when he wasn't delivering commands.
(Come to think of it, the girl had performed a public service. A reward would be in order.)
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