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Post by Megan on Feb 3, 2012 1:14:31 GMT -5
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 3, 2012 1:20:40 GMT -5
"You are currently guests. If you would like to spend the rest of your stay as prisoners, treated as enemy combatants and appreciating a scenic view of a dungeon wall, do continue your puling protestations. Herr Veidt would make a fine hostage, if it should come to that, and whether this regard will extend to your own person is doubtful."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 3, 2012 1:24:34 GMT -5
"We will accept your hospitality, Your Excellence," Adrian interrupted, giving Megan a significant sideglance as he did so.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 3, 2012 1:28:23 GMT -5
"A triumph of common sense from the smartest man in the Western world."
Even Richards had not been so idiotically proud as to allow such a name for himself to take root, though the puerile fantasy-fodder that was Mister Fantastic was no improvement.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 3, 2012 1:30:24 GMT -5
Adrian smiled thinly.
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Post by Megan on Feb 3, 2012 1:31:04 GMT -5
"Then I want to go lie down, if I'm stuck here-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 3, 2012 1:47:45 GMT -5
"You did not have time enough to rest on the stalled train? Rest assured, Ms. Elness, your suite will be amply appointed and provided for."
It was time for a crass display of his own dominance, but when was it not? In a smooth movement he activated the interface in his armor, and with a few sharp words, dispatched a lackey or two to summon Tybalt from his current occupation.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 3, 2012 2:00:28 GMT -5
A guard with strong, but delicate features and the body of a soldier shortly appeared. He looked extremely sour of temper. He wore leggings, heavy boots, and a tunic with armor fitted over it, and he looked a bit damp - not as though he had been recently perspiring, but as though he had been, then splashed himself with water and hastily wiped it off.
He curtly dropped to one knee in a sharp bow, a very notable display of Doom's control over him, really.
"My lord Doom?"
It would not go unnoticed that he spoke entirely in Italian, though he looked native to the area prior to that moment.
Tybalt still showed Doom every respect, and perhaps more: since Doom's generous gif, his behavior had cooled a small bit towards him, not enough to connote displeasure but certainly the absence of the usual thoughtlessly informal inquisitions would have been noticeable.
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Post by Megan on Feb 3, 2012 2:13:31 GMT -5
Megan's eyes widened.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 3, 2012 2:14:20 GMT -5
Doom gestured at the forlorn pair, switching to Italian to match Tybalt the better.
"Our American friends."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 3, 2012 2:19:56 GMT -5
Tybalt straightened and looked stonily in their directions. His eyes briefly widened, in such an informal way it was clear suddenly that it was a natural reaction - and that his formality was also, alarmingly, his natural reaction, as opposed to something put on for when duty called, as it was with other soldiers.
"I... see. Yes, my lord. I await your orders."
The man, Tybalt would not look at too long. The woman almost repelled him, yet she was frightfully fascinating; she was young, and yet her body was womanly and adult and she seemed almost matronly. A very strong mix of nearly every woman Tybalt had met, and Tybalt was known for his complicated feelings towards women, as Doom had recently learned.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 3, 2012 2:23:35 GMT -5
Adrian gestured at himself.
"Adrian Veidt," he said. Gesturing to Megan, he added, "E questa è la mia assistente, Signorina Elness."
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Post by Megan on Feb 3, 2012 2:26:11 GMT -5
Oh God. The guard was staring at her.
The really weirdly beautiful, apparently Italian guard.
"...buongiorno," Megan muttered, bowing.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 3, 2012 2:27:32 GMT -5
Tybalt gave them an odd little look, then looked stonily back to Doom for orders, the brief moment of spooked cat-ness decidedly over.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 3, 2012 2:31:08 GMT -5
"Your particulars are not Tybalt's concern. He will show you to your chambers, Ms. Elness, and your master and I may have words."
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