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Post by Tybalt on Feb 19, 2012 20:59:32 GMT -5
Tybalt looked as though he'd just had the wind knocked out of him.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 19, 2012 21:14:23 GMT -5
Doom mentally rechecked his Italian translation.
"You seemed dissatisfied."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 19, 2012 21:15:38 GMT -5
"Is that what this is about, my lord?" he asked through clenched teeth.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 19, 2012 21:16:57 GMT -5
"The foul mood you have been in ever since that night is troubling."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 19, 2012 21:21:50 GMT -5
"My mood was always foul, my lord," he said, barely able to be civil with his teeth bared as they were.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 19, 2012 21:23:44 GMT -5
"You have been an unhappy wretch from the day of your arrival, yes."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 19, 2012 21:25:09 GMT -5
"Yes, that is the normal state of affairs. I don't see how it troubles a great man whether the dirt under his boot is happy or not."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 19, 2012 21:28:03 GMT -5
"All men are beneath me. I've already condescended to trouble myself with the lot of you."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 19, 2012 21:29:14 GMT -5
"So what does my happiness or lack thereof trouble you?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 19, 2012 21:36:15 GMT -5
"I did not know that I had offended you by attempting to meet a higher standard of hospitality."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 19, 2012 21:50:25 GMT -5
"Don't trouble yourself with my feelings," Tybalt mumbled.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 19, 2012 21:53:58 GMT -5
"I am not a cruel man," Doom growled, in a way that did not exactly engender confidence.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 19, 2012 21:58:28 GMT -5
"That's debatable," he muttered.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Feb 19, 2012 22:03:12 GMT -5
"What great injustice has Doom perpetrated against your person? Separating you for a trifling span of time from an ignorant, pestilential hellhole?"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 19, 2012 22:06:07 GMT -5
"My home," said Tybalt, barely audibly. "It doesn't matter what I perceive as unjust, I could obviously never fathom the verity of things as you do, my lord."
The phrasing was servile enough, but he sounded very nearly sarcastic.
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