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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 12, 2012 1:36:26 GMT -5
"Tybalt, be still."
How familiar. Whatever a hot-blooded northern Italian gadjo might have made of gypsy girls in his own fantasies, those concerns about female chastity were more universal than Tybalt might suspect. His bride-to-be, then? His younger sister? How troubling when the two did not seem immediately distinguishable.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 12, 2012 1:38:35 GMT -5
Tybalt looked mortified that he hadn't been.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 12, 2012 1:46:28 GMT -5
"... very fortunate indeed, Tybalt."
He wanted to say something about seeing the girl soon enough, but there were no guarantees of that across dimensions.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 12, 2012 1:52:59 GMT -5
Tybalt forced hiself to be calm.
"...at least, Mercutio has never turned his gaze on her, though he taunted me once that he did. He has had many women, but.... I think he may be... unnatural."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 12, 2012 16:11:58 GMT -5
Doom made an ambiguous noise. He couldn't comment on that, though it made some sense. So not quite like Reed Richards.
"Has she no mother and father?"
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 12, 2012 21:00:39 GMT -5
"What?"
It had not even occurred to Tybalt that it may be less than obvious that Júlia was his cousin.
"....Capulet and my aunt leave her to her nurse. They don't realize how vulnerable she is. That at any time of the day she could-" He broke off into incoherence.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 8:31:05 GMT -5
"Hm."
Doom generally didn't utilize his great mental powers to concern himself with a teenage girl and the state of her hymen (both of which were a universe away at the moment). But Tybalt's concern was touching. He laid his free hand on Tybalt's shoulder, in a manner that was hopefully comforting but also provided a convenient means to hold him in place while he applied a dressing.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 11:28:23 GMT -5
"And," he muttered, "in truth, they want her to be married."
His voice was choked. His squinting eyes were blinded suddenly by tears he angrily blinked away, leaving him lost-looking, expression dazed and forlorn.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 12:30:12 GMT -5
"She will remember her cousin's good guidance. You are both young. In time such matters will not seem so dire.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 12:33:10 GMT -5
"There is no man in Italy worth her," Tybalt growled.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 12:34:16 GMT -5
Okay, Doom thought, uncharacteristically in English, but what he said was "Indeed."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 12:36:19 GMT -5
He squeezed his eyes shut as though if he could force the image of his bright as heaven cousin being married off to some dull flame like Count Paris, it would force the very concept out of existsence.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 12:42:42 GMT -5
"These dressings will need to be changed, you are not to neglect them, do you understand? You will not be a better warrior for being in unnecessary pain."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 12:43:51 GMT -5
"I have been injured before," he said, almost in a sulk.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 12:49:13 GMT -5
"As have I," he said, eyes narrowing in mild amusement. The edges of his mask cast his eyes into deep shadow under the light he was using for examination, but what was visible of his scars gained slight furrows.
"You are more than competent, I am sure."
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