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Post by Tybalt on Nov 22, 2011 1:03:36 GMT -5
".....I cannot really justify it, my lord, but I would... like you to keep my things. If you will. And... perhaps, one day... I can have them back."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 22, 2011 9:16:12 GMT -5
"Are you sure? Even the locket?"
Tybalt cut a fine figure in what approximated a uniform, though at one point or another his hair would have to be cut.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 22, 2011 12:49:14 GMT -5
He did look especially helpless with the hair in his face.
"....I'd.... like that sooner, if it please you."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 22, 2011 13:06:13 GMT -5
"This Doom will grant you."
A token from a sweetheart, perhaps, making this Mercutio's scornful advances particularly taunting? Or a family heirloom. Either one Victor would have understood.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 22, 2011 13:09:44 GMT -5
"....thank you, my lord."
If he couldn't be in Verona with her, watching her, at least he would have this reminder until he left.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 22, 2011 14:33:50 GMT -5
"I am a man of my word," Doom said, with everpresent pride in this fact, and brushed past him down the narrow hallway.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 22, 2011 14:46:09 GMT -5
Tybalt was a little shocked by the brief sensation of Doom's stiff armor against his arm. Somehow, in spite of it all, he had not expected it to be so hard. Then he hastened after him.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 23, 2011 1:47:10 GMT -5
"Some things present in this castle may disturb you," he began as he walked. (With no small pride about this, either, given how technologically stagnant Tybalt's place of origin sounded.) "But I assure you, they are all well within my control. Most are of my own creation."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 23, 2011 1:52:55 GMT -5
This was nearly impossible for Tybalt to put together. "....traps?" he ventured, after a moment of agonized puzzling.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 23, 2011 2:07:27 GMT -5
Better to leave it at that than make him even more unhappily wary of everything man-shaped.
"Yes. More or less."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 23, 2011 2:15:08 GMT -5
He followed alongside him, a bit behind. He wanted Doom to see him, to not wonder if he'd bolt or backstab, but not to behave like his equal.
He wanted to ask where they were headed to, but for all Doom had been cordial to him, he did not dare.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 23, 2011 9:42:13 GMT -5
Guests' responses to his personal army tended toward the hostile anyway, but Tybalt seemed more likely to be earnestly frightened. (Again Doom thought momentarily of various technological elaborations on the theme of Tybalt, but his current shape was both well-built and charming.)
"Don't venture into the undercroft, or dungeons, or to any room whose door has a lock, without my guidance."
(As they passed one of the many locked passageways leading down to his workbench, a robotic guardsman stepped forward from the doorway, responding a little too vigilantly to the presence of Tybalt, an unregistered intruder. It crackled with electricity.)
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 23, 2011 20:27:09 GMT -5
Tybalt stared, wide-eyed, pulling backward. His mind wasn't equipped to understand what he saw, nor was it equipped to handle things he didn't understand.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 23, 2011 21:39:23 GMT -5
For a moment it seemed Tybalt might bolt, and that would have been unacceptable. Doom neutralized the thing with a pass of his hand -- also crackling with magic, though more subtly. The robot went servile again, metal grinding as it retreated.
"My apologies for the surprise. Is its appearance disagreeable to you? Moreso than slave labor?" he said, almost conversationally, to Tybalt without turning.
(For some reason, robotic guardsmen in the greater capital hadn't caught on. Not that Doom yielded to public opinion, but there was a time and a place for terrorizing one's own populace.)
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 23, 2011 21:45:31 GMT -5
He tried to formulate a question, but all he could eek out was some kind of gargled, incoherent noises.
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