Twelve Duels

Jan 28, 2009 18:44

I am not given liberty to properly enjoy the suffering of mine enemy. Again I my exterior is transformed. Such garb is so... words fail, shall I speak in honesty? Nay for risk of offending the keeper of my clothes. No worthy tailor has been at my attendance to treat my fine clothes poorly and risk damage...

I wish much for this day to end.

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will shakespeare didn't intend this, of a silk button, a brat by any other name, sigh, short and sweet

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audio; treadingdawn January 29 2009, 02:55:37 UTC
Tybalt?

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audio; tangodelamuerte January 29 2009, 02:57:25 UTC
Aye me, Caspian this City wishes to make a fool of me.

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audio; treadingdawn January 29 2009, 02:58:29 UTC
Are you at least comfortable?

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audio; tangodelamuerte January 29 2009, 03:01:02 UTC
These threads stifle so, I hardly would think to call them comfortable.

Egads! Now Cindy wishes to speak and know!

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audio; rig January 29 2009, 02:57:56 UTC
Is it really that bad?

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audio; tangodelamuerte January 29 2009, 03:02:52 UTC
Clothes make not the man, good medicine woman. Such a tale is oft told, my words are only out of my discomfort. This day I am not a woman nor animal, this news is cheering. I would rather be clothed properly in my lordly garb.

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audio; rig January 29 2009, 03:05:02 UTC
Then you are stuck in something...comparatively plain, I gather.

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audio; tangodelamuerte January 29 2009, 03:38:19 UTC
Woefully so, dear lady.

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passionforshoes January 29 2009, 02:58:12 UTC
What did you get stuck with?

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tangodelamuerte January 29 2009, 03:04:37 UTC
Everytime thy mouth opens honeyed words coat the air and attract every envious insect from where the sun wakens to where it sleeps. I am no exception. Ask me of the weather, ask me of my thoughts upon the snow and how it settles in Cindy's hair of cold, ask me not of what I wear this day. It will not too.

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passionforshoes January 29 2009, 03:07:43 UTC
No, sweetheart. Compliments are not going to distract me from asking about what the hell you're wearing today. Cough it up, Tybalt.

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tangodelamuerte January 29 2009, 03:34:42 UTC
...Cotton woven shirt with buttons not made of bone, wood nor tusk, each button is so tightly done right to my neck as though the wretched thing wished to strangle. These trousers are not at all touched by the skilled needle of a tailor. They feel coarse. Unpleasant.

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irislover January 29 2009, 05:54:44 UTC
Have you ever... flown, Sir Tybalt?

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tangodelamuerte January 29 2009, 05:57:07 UTC
Flown? As well as a man does without any natural wings nor feathers.

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irislover January 29 2009, 06:41:44 UTC
I wish to invite you to fly with me. Juliet's pegasus, Terra, is available for me to invite friends to fly alongside Cielo and myself. Not today but a day when you'll be in better disposition.

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tangodelamuerte January 30 2009, 04:47:28 UTC
........

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