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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 15:55:38 GMT -5
Doom felt a little out of his depth.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 15:59:24 GMT -5
He finally let out one shuddery breath and threw himself backwards, covering his face with both hands.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 16:47:17 GMT -5
"The rest of the day is yours to spend as you wish. I suggest you rest."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 16:48:10 GMT -5
"Yes, my- my lord," he said weakly.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 21:10:52 GMT -5
"I look forward to continuing our lessons."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 21:13:10 GMT -5
There was a silence and Tybalt peeked at him from under his hands.
"....despite my failure, my lord?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 21:15:42 GMT -5
"Even the best sorcerers were once themselves novices. You are forgiven, Tybalt."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 21:17:46 GMT -5
Tybalt looked cowed. "My lord, I shall never be one of the best. I'm... not good at.... scholarly pursuits." He also looked terrified that Doom would recognize this and berate him. For all his sexual fantasies, this was something that had him anticipating in fright.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 21:21:37 GMT -5
"None are as accomplished in the occult arts as Doom. I would not expect such from--" A miserable epileptic lapsed Catholic who was in love with his cousin and involved in something complicated and unpleasant with his own nemesis -- "A mere guardsman. You will learn enough to equip you for battle, and for your stay in Latveria. No more unless you prove to excel."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 21:23:30 GMT -5
Tybalt dropped his eyes, that misery pressing in on him heavily - as if it ever wasn't.
Well. That was not entirely honest.
He could almost forget that constant state of misery when receiving Doom's praises.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 21:24:22 GMT -5
"I trust that is acceptable."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 22:38:43 GMT -5
"If I can master the smallest of spells I will do. I will learn all I can to serve you, my liege."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 23:26:19 GMT -5
"Very good. You are free to go, Tybalt."
Hopefully he could find his way back without stumbling into any rogue Doombots.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 23:27:39 GMT -5
Tybalt awkwardly went to get to his feet... and promptly stumbled, collapsing to the floor. The sudden breathlessness was audible, and the sudden humiliation and shock of this in evidence on his face.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 13, 2012 23:35:51 GMT -5
That was not something he'd accounted for. The bone-crushing fatigue of pushing past your own limits was familiar, but the armor itself usually kept him upright. Tybalt had no such supporting structures, and the flagstone floor was hard.
"You have completely exhausted yourself--" This wasn't a judgment, just stating it in case Tybalt somehow hadn't noticed or was going to insist on limping back to his room.
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