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Post by Tybalt on Nov 25, 2011 2:46:21 GMT -5
Before Doom had even finished speaking, he got a very wide-eyed look on his face, grimaced, staggered, and promptly collapsed to the floor in spasms.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 25, 2011 2:52:53 GMT -5
Doom cursed in a way he was usually accustomed to keeping to his internal monologue, and did his best to keep his guest from striking his head. Far too much at once, that had been -- ungracious.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 25, 2011 2:57:21 GMT -5
Tybalt's seizure lasted two and a half minutes, an unusually lengthy period for him, and when he came to he was sore enough to just slump for a moment, before realizing he was resting against Doom's great metal arm and giving a start. He lifted a hand to his lip and flushed nastily at the dribble of saliva that greeted him.
Doom was charmed, surely.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 25, 2011 3:20:36 GMT -5
Doom had seen a great many things, but Victor was alarmed, and frustrated at the inadequacy of armor that otherwise served him so well. His looming visage couldn't have been comforting; his teeth were gritted, and his odd level gaze fixed solely on Tybalt's eyes. It took him a moment to have the presence of mind to say something in Italian.
"I swear, I did not intend to--"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 25, 2011 21:44:38 GMT -5
"-wha- what?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 25, 2011 21:52:41 GMT -5
"That was more than you needed to hear in one day. Are you injured?"
Asking more generally if he was hurt seemed like a joke. Doom put a hand to his shoulder, bracingly.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 25, 2011 21:56:42 GMT -5
"Am I - no-"
This was not what he was accustomed to, so he was doubly disoriented.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 25, 2011 22:01:47 GMT -5
He lifted Tybalt's chin to get a better view of his pupils in the dim light. Still, little could be distinguished.
"You have had a fit," Victor informed him helpfully. "Are they usually so frequent?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 25, 2011 22:08:32 GMT -5
Well, it was obvious that had happened.
"...yes."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 25, 2011 22:24:24 GMT -5
Doom nearly sighed.
"That is... unfortunate. Something will be provided to limit their frequency, if they cannot be halted altogether. Can you stand with servants supporting you, or do you wish to rest for a moment?"
(Restful as a cold stone floor was.)
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 25, 2011 22:26:04 GMT -5
"I can stand without assistance," he said with a grunt, pulling himself up.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 25, 2011 22:39:58 GMT -5
Doom drew back with a certain respect for this, smoothing his tunic.
"Would you like to be dismissed for the day?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 25, 2011 22:49:01 GMT -5
"I can still do whatever you planned, my lord," said Tybalt with a rather surly flash of the eyes, grimacing to be seen as weak.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 26, 2011 0:00:57 GMT -5
"Very well. There will be no more unpleasant surprises."
He kept several paces ahead of him, just in case.
"What do you wish to see? My laboratories wouldn't interest you, but Doom has a rather formidable trophy hall..."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 26, 2011 0:08:07 GMT -5
"What do you wish me to have seen, my lord?"
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