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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 20:33:03 GMT -5
Tybalt turned his glance aside quickly, making a noise of discomfort.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 20:36:13 GMT -5
He laid his hands on the table and began to rise.
"It would please me to hear your answer, Tybalt," he said, firmly but not unkindly (as seemed to get the best results with this man).
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 20:41:43 GMT -5
Tybalt looked flounderingly at him, meeting his eyes with a slightly deerish look of desperation.
"....that I don't really want to win," he said finally, though immediately after this dropping his eyes for the next statement. "....that I would rather be defeated."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 20:46:37 GMT -5
Doom sat right back down again, sincerely rather surprised.
"... you must curtail this impulse while in Doom's service, do you understand?"
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 20:52:05 GMT -5
"Yes, my lord," he said, snapping back into soldier mode with frank relief.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 20:53:24 GMT -5
"Conceal it well. There are worse men than mere malicious pests."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 21:30:16 GMT -5
There was a long pause while Tybalt battled with himself; he would have liked to meet a man much worse than Mercutio and be ground to death beneath his heel, but he feared mentioning such to Doom would be more than humiliating; it might be revealing.
"Yes, my lord, I will."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 21:38:22 GMT -5
"You might find it nevertheless satisfying to blot out his existence, and to break him to your will, but that will come with time."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 21:42:33 GMT -5
"...I would only wish to blot out his memory, but that..." He broke off, suddenly very bitter and worn, which perversely highlighted his youth.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 22:03:29 GMT -5
"Upon your return you will deal him the defeat he deserves."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 22:11:57 GMT -5
"....you don't really know him, my lord," said Tybalt, almost gently. "The matter... is rather... below your great mind," he finished awkwardly. There was no way to describe to Doom the fact that Mercutio was, however infuriating, a man of 20 who spent his time thieving fruit and getting drunk by moonlight, and, alternatively, freckling in the sun.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 22:16:59 GMT -5
"All men are beneath Doom's notice," he said rather coldly, though it was blatantly less than true.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 22:23:50 GMT -5
"Fights in back alleys," Tybalt said bluntly. "It is not some great matter. He is not some great enemy. I am not great, my lord."
He looked down at his plate again; he still held the fork, but he realized now he was gripping it very tightly, and dropped it suddenly as though in shock.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 4, 2012 22:47:48 GMT -5
"You are young, and such minor troubles --"
Richards, who had gripped his hand too tightly on their very first meeting, Richards who had pronounced his name as if it were a joke, and stood too close to him. Reed Richards, all-American boy, who had never met a gypsy before--
"Are the seeds of greater struggles to come. Do not forget them."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 4, 2012 22:51:43 GMT -5
"I think you overestimate both of us," Tybalt said dismally. "Mercutio and I are both likely to become drunks with ailing bodies, not grand enemies."
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