Six Duels

[tangodelamuerte]

My mood despite the attentive care of Juliet and the doctor Martha hast sunk with the heavy weight of a new woe unto the City. Caspian, a youth much like a diamond in the rough whom is as dear to me as blood, has been spirited away from this place. Would that I should be glad that my cousin remains. Poor indeed be the day when I am alone, or Juliet

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LET THEM COMMISERATE >D

[discanted]

Oh, enough talk of witchcraft.

He owed letter and he left the none.

YES LET THEM

[tangodelamuerte]

Given he of his high birth right I think only of the circumstances which kept Caspian from his courteous ways. Be this true or not, it does not cure the sour flavor of this ill seasoned departure.

[discanted]

Nor should the unexpected have delivered him of his senses.

Mmmmm. He'll come as he pleases and go by the same path. It is the right of Caesars, they say.

[tangodelamuerte]

Hast thou searched so attentively for thy letter sealed in wax bidding fond goodbyes in his wake to then clench fists? Tis true I feel unrest at this happening yet there is no bane in my brain for Caspian. I do blame the ways of the City and all that it is.

Think he a Caesar?

[adamantined]

He's back home, at least. I guess that's a good thing.

[tangodelamuerte]

Yes and no, sweet maid. Hard be it to smile and think happily in the face of all that could have been and can never be. Such a man was Caspian to have a multitude cry out all at once for his loss to us.

[adamantined]

I didn't say people shouldn't be sad about it. Just trying to look on the bright side.

[tangodelamuerte]

Perhaps you know the Lady Juliet? If there should be a dark day, her words and gentle smiles inspire light to break through most gloomy overcasts. This day she is occupied. My mood therefore is changed methinks.

My manners are misplaced. How is the lady this day?

[anycuntcould]

Welcome to life as a Pogues song, mate.

[tangodelamuerte]

Come again, good sir. Your phrasing is not known to me. Speak you of a minstrel?

[anycuntcould]

Old Shane MacGowan probably thinks himself more a bard.

[tangodelamuerte]

Verona has been stepped upon my many a man, musician and fool. No name such as that sparks a memory in my brain.

[passionforshoes]

I'm doing absolutely fabulous. How about you, Prince Meow?

[ooc: Sorry so late! Backtagging is okay?]

[tangodelamuerte]

Better, worse and then better again. Perhaps more of the latter if thou wilt speak more.

[ooc; That's okay! Backtagging juuuust fine with me! ;D]

[passionforshoes]

What's the matter? Come tell me all the details.

[tangodelamuerte]

My woes began when I happened upon a man sick in the mind who spoke of Juliet in an unfavorable way. I as her only cousin and only one to defend her honor against such slander met the foe. What a duel was had. While my step was well timed and my aim was true, this enemy was not of mortal blood. The battle was lost to me. For some days I have been abed recovering under the gentle care of my cousin and her generous employwer. And not so long before these letters were wrote I learnt that Caspian has disappeared.

[not_so_smooth]

Now I wish I had paid closer attention in lit class. I don't understand anything you said.

So you have lots of duels where you come from?

[tangodelamuerte]

I so much tire of the tedious nature at which the importance of lore study. By and by they come and say so, I know not why. Perhaps this is a test of patience. I will not succumb, these waters may crest and pummel at the cliffside of my resolve to no avail.

Indeed, sir. For what comflict is resolved in mere words? Especially for those most loathed, known for their underhanded deeds.

[not_so_smooth]

I think it's because you talk in ways that are a bit more older and more formal that people here are used to.

Lots of conflict. That's why we have lawyers and courts.

[tangodelamuerte]

More formal? Nay, sir I speak as I speak to kin and friends. I have no tongue for straight-faced ceremonial occasions. For all of my concentration the same tolerance too. I speak as I speak.

The judicial chambers are a sanctum at which the law of the street has no holding, whilst on the street the laws of chambers are like words shouted in a riot lost in the tumult. So stands the meaning with no ironclad hand to hold the leash.