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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 0:35:48 GMT -5
Doom gestured like a proud parent.
"Do you see?"
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 0:41:50 GMT -5
"My lord-" he stammered.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 0:45:17 GMT -5
"Such power turned against flesh and blood. Can you imagine it?"
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 0:46:21 GMT -5
"Yes, my lord-" he responded, a little out of breath and desperate. "My lord, I must-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 0:50:31 GMT -5
"Tybalt, if you are going to have a seizure, the infirmary is not far," he was quick to say. "You are dismissed."
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 0:54:13 GMT -5
He stared at Doom dimly, then in dawning horror. He hurried out.
It was nothing to shame a man for, having a reaction to that; even Tybalt knew this; but his reaction itself, now that truly was shameful. He had wanted very suddenly to be as he had been before, bound before him on the floor and gazing at him in awe and terror, but not as a stranger - as a god. The impulse to throw himself on the ground right then had been nearly overpowering.
And Doom had sounded so pleased with Tybalt when he spoke of superstition as a thing Tybalt did not have!
He had that, and perversion on top of it. Ready to expire with disgust for himself, Tybalt hurried back to his room and threw himself on the bed facefirst and did not budge from his place.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 8:56:09 GMT -5
Victor was certainly disappointed, but not surprised. The best he could hope for was not having shaken the man too badly -- what a curious man he was. More charitably, the majesty had overcome him, perhaps.
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