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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 19:02:43 GMT -5
"Have you had any difficulty in the new climate, or with your fits?"
His tone was very different when it came to this different subject matter. The officious sternness dropped out of it.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 19:06:07 GMT -5
"....nothing unusual," said Tybalt in a quiet voice, picking at his food with a renewed lack of appetite.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 19:16:48 GMT -5
"Many noble and lofty individuals have experienced such afflictions, you need not feel ashamed."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 19:18:51 GMT -5
"I don't think my fits make me monstrous," mumbled Tybalt, chagrined. "I don't need fits to be monstrous."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 19:47:35 GMT -5
"This is what you've been told, is it? I am more than familiar with monsters. They are no longer shocking."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 19:49:52 GMT -5
"....I figured it out on my own."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 19:54:56 GMT -5
Beneath the mask Victor was smiling bitterly.
"Ah. Your honesty is appreciated, Tybalt."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 19:56:02 GMT -5
He looked down again.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 20:10:54 GMT -5
He stared into the depths of his cup for a moment, meditating sullenly on this.
"What of your nemesis? He is certainly no angel himself."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 20:12:09 GMT -5
"My- nemesis?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 20:13:27 GMT -5
"Your tormentor, your rival. Does he have the gall to call you monstrous?"
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 20:15:37 GMT -5
How humiliating it would be to tell Doom that what Mercutio literally called him was prince of cats, seemingly most often in a hot rush of air against his navel-
"He isn't my rival," said Tybalt with the first little dark laugh in his voice. "That would suggest I was his equal in some way."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 20:24:02 GMT -5
"Or that he is vastly your inferior, and his present success is a temporary fluke. Surely there is some arena in which you outstrip him, in combat, to hold your own against him so many times--"
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 20:28:07 GMT -5
"...no," mumbled Tybalt miserably, shoulders hunching. "He always knows what to say to distract me. To prevent me from acting as I would with anyone else. My.... my greatest weakness-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 20:31:29 GMT -5
He shifted forward in his seat.
"And what is that?"
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