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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 12, 2011 17:11:49 GMT -5
"Enough, Tybalt."
Doom was somewhat disturbed, but undeniably impressed.
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 12, 2011 21:46:40 GMT -5
Tybalt got off the other man immediately.
He scrambled up from the ground in pain but greater humiliation, having been trounced very badly by a foreigner in front of his comrades and Doctor Doom himself. And the foreigner didn't have the grace to smirk or to sneer at him, to incite something that would allow them to settle it later - he was as emotionless as one of the Doombots - or, no, worse entirely: something that had had its emotions wiped clean even though it showed all the signs of something that should be experiencing them - slightly crooked posture, hunched shoulder, perspiration and heavy breathing, clear fatigue. Tybalt brushed hair back from his forehead in a wide, resigned gesture and cautiously bowed to Doom as though awaiting a command.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 13, 2011 12:35:27 GMT -5
Underneath the mask, Doom was smirking, though he dismissed the defeated guard with a modicum of compassion, so that he might limp off utterly chagrined. Ordinarily, Doom might feel some shame himself in seeing one of his own men (unarmed, however) so thoroughly trounced, but one had to admit, it was very promising.
"That was a more than satisfactory demonstration. What weapons are you familiar with?"
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 13, 2011 15:56:47 GMT -5
Tybalt listed them in a monotone: sword, knife, staff, whip, and flail. Not entirely surprising, as he had had many knives of varying sizes, several whips and a flail on his person when he had been captured by Doom's guards.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 13, 2011 16:34:56 GMT -5
"Hmm. Are you willing to learn others?"
The possibility of transdimensional travel was beginning to seem like a viable one, though why this man God only knew; regardless, this was promising.
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 13, 2011 17:09:52 GMT -5
"Yes, my lord."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 14, 2011 0:26:10 GMT -5
"You will see many things here which are foreign to you, but they are all under Doom's control. Understood?"
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 14, 2011 0:28:59 GMT -5
"....what do you mean, sir?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 14, 2011 2:17:01 GMT -5
"Latverian technology has far outstripped its competitors. Some of what you see may strike you at first consideration as unnatural. But they will soon become as natural to you as your old weapons."
It would just be embarrassing to have an otherwise serviceable young man convicted that Doom was practicing witchcraft before he even got to show him any.
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 14, 2011 2:19:41 GMT -5
Tybalt's eyes just kept getting wider and wider, which was even more unnerving after seeing him heavy-lidded with exhaustion.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 14, 2011 2:44:37 GMT -5
"Be at peace. You have performed admirably."
(Something would have to be done about that hair. It stuck to his sweat-tracked cheeks in a manner that was... distracting.)
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 14, 2011 2:47:35 GMT -5
"...yes, my lord." He could not be at peace at the drop of a hat - at all, really - but he could force composure over himself, at least.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 15, 2011 0:23:19 GMT -5
"He will not soon forget such a defeat."
Doom said this warmly, like it was suppowed to be a good thing.
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 15, 2011 20:49:53 GMT -5
"I hope then that he is not a resentful man."
His voice was heavy but not particularly emotional. Resentment was a fact of life where he came from and he'd stirred up a lot of it in his relatively short life.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 16, 2011 16:01:22 GMT -5
"He won't be one to hold a grudge. All Latverian subjects are your brothers now, Tybalt."
For all that that was supposed to mean.
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