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Post by Tybalt on Nov 9, 2011 21:09:40 GMT -5
"Y-your concern, my lord?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 9, 2011 21:28:00 GMT -5
"First as my guest and once more as one pledging his service."
Only a narrow slice of mouth was visible, and it was mostly teeth, but he smiled.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 9, 2011 21:49:43 GMT -5
Tybalt's eyes widened and he looked downward towards the table, but he didn't appear to be taking in anything he saw. Then he lifted his eyes to his captor's, and, keeping eye contact locked, slowly lowered his head in a respectful bow.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 9, 2011 22:09:03 GMT -5
"Good."
There'd be some resentment from the others, of course, but it was only a temporary solution. Far more charitable than another damp cell.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 9, 2011 22:16:15 GMT -5
Tybalt continued eating in cowed silence.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 9, 2011 22:23:38 GMT -5
"Then we're agreed."
Doom did intend to seek out this family to which Tybalt's allegiance was sworn, but his opinion of them thus far was rather dim, and that was unlikely to change.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 9, 2011 22:55:03 GMT -5
"My lord," he said deferentially, though it was at this point in time very clearly the result of fear, misery, and awe, which did not really translate to respect.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 10, 2011 1:09:13 GMT -5
He set down a hand rather heavily, causing the now-loosed chains to rattle.
"Will you walk with me?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 10, 2011 1:11:02 GMT -5
"- yes."
Was this a test? Was he going to take him someplace to have him executed now? Was that even a question, when Tybalt was obligated to do anything this man asked of him?
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 10, 2011 1:25:39 GMT -5
Victor was the first to rise. He was unlikely to have cut quite as impressive a figure in terms of height if not for the customary armor, but it was essentially part of him now. He moved surprisingly gracefully, pushing past the table with cloak trailing.
"Come, then."
He set off out of his throne room (not the grand gilt chamber that the royalists had favored, mirroring its inhabitant's personality very well) and off to the rooms left vacant by their last small mutiny.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 10, 2011 1:28:43 GMT -5
Tybalt followed swiftly, altogether too wary of his surroundings to seem the perfect broken prisoner.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 10, 2011 2:12:00 GMT -5
"You are in the capital, Doomstadt. The other servants will be notified of your situation, of course, and you will learn the languages spoken here quickly enough. But if you are caught breaking Latverian law in this castle you'll be punished without hesitation..."
They passed a long, ominous hall of closed doors, a gallery of some kind.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 10, 2011 2:17:34 GMT -5
"I see. How will I learn Latverian law, my lord?"
Their voices echoed, Doom's much more than his own.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 10, 2011 12:38:33 GMT -5
"Until you've grown fully accustomed to this place, the law is whatever Doom commands. The particulars will come in time. There are substantial dangers... Don't wander the castle on your own, don't touch anything you haven't been expressly commanded to, obey orders from your fellow servants as best you can-- "
Chances were slim of Tybalt managing to damage anything substantial, between frequently elaborate security systems and his fellow guardsmen jumping at the chance to cut out some tongues.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 10, 2011 14:46:16 GMT -5
"Ah," said Tybalt flatly.
This was nothing new. It had only been in the most recent years of his life - now that he was unquestionably an adult, and once he'd dimly realized that he had complete authority over all of the other servants due to their terror of him - that he had ceased to obey similar rules living with the Capulets. He stared at the floor.
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