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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 10, 2011 16:19:30 GMT -5
"There are... hazards to a fortress such as this one. If anything should strike your curiosity, or if there's anything you require, make it known."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 10, 2011 18:19:00 GMT -5
"I am not very curious and I require very little, my lord, but I will," said Tybalt, voice devoid of most things but self-deprecation.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 10, 2011 18:43:14 GMT -5
He made an approving noise, striding forward and leading Tybalt down a flight of steps to another door.
"Bathe and rest. Your presence will be required in the morning."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 10, 2011 22:06:23 GMT -5
"Yes, my lord."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 10, 2011 23:18:46 GMT -5
The room itself was adequate, for a valued guest without a lot of hobbies; it had been designed for two men to share, but its last occupant had been evicted in a bit of a hurry. Still, it had a mirror, and a bath. (Among other amenities more specific to a dictatorial host.)
"Welcome to Latveria, Tybalt," Doom said, in his own native tongue, after otherwise unrelieved Italian. He then settled back on his heels a bit, watching keenly for a response.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 10, 2011 23:30:49 GMT -5
The sudden burst of a different language startled Tybalt. He looked a little spooked, even though he was able to puzzle out the gist of it.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 10, 2011 23:32:20 GMT -5
He laughed warmly like a creep and departed.
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