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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 20:13:27 GMT -5
All these things he had to attend to personally. He felt a bit like he was nursing an injured bird back to health -- which he had done as a boy, serially. Then there was the axiom about what one should do if one wanted something done. Doom did not require an excess of sleep himself, though he did not stay up nights as he once had -- but his guest had no such stamina. He was an Italian, after all, unaccustomed to drafty alpine castles or wickedly harsh winters. Victor could not abide the cold either, but his armor had accommodations for it that did not extend so far as anyone else.
Several hours after the sun had set, the heat from even the braziers seemed to have shrunk away. Doom stalked down the corridor to where the servants slept, a bundle thrown over his arm. (There weren't a great deal of servants, which hopefully suited Tybalt.)
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 20:48:00 GMT -5
Tybalt was lying in bed, though no longer facefirst. He had prepared for bed - going without dinner was not a grave thing for him, it hadn't been in many years - and curled beneath his blanket, still in a self-loathing ball, though now a shivering one - Latveria, he had learned from that map, was very far north, and much colder.
He did not know how to justify to himself that he'd vanished in a late Verona spring and arrived in what he discovered was the wintertime, and he did not want to think on it. But it made the change in temperature that much more unbearable.
It was more bearable than the persistant thoughts in his head though. Bound before Doom - a servant to Doom - lying between his muscular, armored legs - choking-
No, he didn't want to think of any of this, but he was finding it difficult to find sleep while cold and hungry.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 21:25:48 GMT -5
His gentle knock upon the door was regardless distinctive, though it did not serve as more than a momentary warning before he came in anyway. He stood broad in the doorway, almost filling it.
"Are you sleeping?"
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 21:27:57 GMT -5
The place his head first went was not at all appropriate. Tybalt sat up swiftly, his body looking prepared to do battle if need be, though his expression merely alert and confused.
"My lord? The hour is very late-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 21:44:12 GMT -5
"It is. It has not escaped Doom's notice that you are often ill-rested; do your appointments not agree with you?"
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 21:46:12 GMT -5
"My lord? I can do anything you require of me-"
Was that giving too much away? He regretted saying it.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 21:55:53 GMT -5
Doom stepped inside, quite unbothered.
"I have brought something that may ease your stay."
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 21:58:17 GMT -5
"Which is?" he asked in a voice he didn't recognize, heart beating loudly, vein jumping in his throat.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 22:11:53 GMT -5
He swept across the small room, seeming to bring with him his own cloud of warmth compared to the ambient air. Had he been less encumbered by even the most graceful armor, he would have sat on the edge of Tybalt's bed; instead he merely loomed.
"It is called an electric blanket, Tybalt, capable of providing warmth without another fire, and until you have grown accustomed to Latverian winters, it will be an invaluable companion."
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 22:13:41 GMT -5
"It's a what?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 22:21:39 GMT -5
He unfolded it, though he had to stoop to spread it over the bed.
"The dials which control it are here. It does not require an external power source, that much is a feature of my own design. Here, warmer, and then less so, never mind what it is called, do you understand?"
This was extraordinary patience coming from Doom.
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 22:32:36 GMT -5
Tybalt was obviously very far out of his depth here and frowning, baffled, as he leaned in to touch the dial as though it would shock him and he expected it to hurt. More sorcery? No, this would be more technology.
"....the blanket... creates warmth?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 22:41:15 GMT -5
"Yes. It converts by a process stored electricity to heat -- you may warm your bedsheets with it before you sleep, or during the night, without fear of being burned."
Similar heated filaments were at work in his armor. He was particularly proud of that, an early accomplishment.
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 27, 2011 22:42:43 GMT -5
It was clear that suddenly Tybalt understood this, and yet that something else was still missing.
"And you've brought this so that I will not be cold?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Dec 27, 2011 22:44:12 GMT -5
"So that you will not be unhappy here. I am a hospitable man."
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