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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:26 pm
"Can I punch him now, Owle? This really isn't getting us anywhere...."
He didn't sound angry per se, but he did sound agitated. This was getting them nowhere fast, and the last time they went up against crazies they took them down, and got a marble.
The only difference he could see this time was that it wasn't life-threatening. But he did feel a little bad for the guy.
"Hey Owle. Any way you can plant the thought in this guy's head that you're already married? After I punch him, of course."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:31 pm
"Just let me try one more thing...then you can punch him, okay?" Owle sent to Rage.
"My cousin Tybalt shall slay many if we are wed before the price is paid! Please!" Owle begged him.
"Rage, hold up one of our spare marbles and tell him that the bride price you want is one of those. Please!"
Her hands still clutched by Romeo, she couldn't get away.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:35 pm
"Be that as it may!" Romeo shook his head. "Then we shall wed in secret, until my servant has arrived with his payment!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:36 pm
Digging into Owle's bag (conveniently hanging from his sash, like everything else, it seemed like), he pulled out a spare marble, gleaming in the daylight. "You remember the bride price, do you not? Surely you have it with you - tis' a simple marble. With this, my daughter's hand will be yours in marriage and all shall be well."
Hey... he was getting kinda good at this.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:48 pm
"You do me great insult, sir!" Romeo exclaimed, never letting go of Owle's hands. "To think that Juliet should be purchased with a mere bauble! I would offer you 50 of my best mares, 100 of my most loyal servants, and a beach house on the sunny Verona shores! And you would have me hand over a... a... I doth not even recognize the curiosity! Never before hath I laid eyes upon such a thing."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:55 pm
"Sure you have..." Owle said, coaxingly. "Don't you remember? I was with you when you found it...my father greatly treasures such things. If you could but produce one, we could be wed immediately, with no further delay. Please, my Romeo, you must have one somewhere!"
Man, she was laying it on thick. Owle was just getting into this part.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:58 pm
"I promise you, on our very love, I know not of which you speak!" Romeo insisted. "Certainly you jest? Come now, Juliet, it is no time for rude humor--now is a time for marriage and love-making."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:01 pm
"Um..."
Well, Owle thought of one way to easily find out if there was a marble anywhere on him, but there was no way in hell she was going to go there.
"...okay, Rage. You can punch him. For justice."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:02 pm
THAT'S IT.
This wasn't spoken, or thought. It was a declaration made with a fist. Screw the act, and the consequences. Rage was already sending his right fist straight towards English boy's face, with the full intention of taking him out in one blow, with a second, left-handed hook coming in right after it for the man's right side, just under his ribcage - in case the first didn't work, and because that little comment set him off that badly.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:07 pm
"Ow!" Romeo cried in shock, releasing Owle's hands as he took one to the nose. And then another to his side.
Landing on his a**, he looked up at Rage, a look of horror on his face. "Betrayal! I might have known you would never let our families' grudge die! Ye are blinded to the true love of Juliet's heart!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:14 pm
"Look here, kid, ain't gonna be no marriage and no..." he couldn't even repeat what Romeo had said earlier, since he had already blocked the image out of his head. "... other stuff."
He brandished a katana, about two inches away from the man's throat. "All you gotta do is give me the marble and I'll let you run free and find another Juliet or somethin'. It's not that hard."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:14 pm
Owle...didn't really know what to say to Romeo anymore.
She couldn't convince him she wasn't Juliet, and she really didn't want him thinking she was.
Nor did she want to beat the guy up.
...maybe she could frisk him...?
She took a step closer to him, but Rage had his katana to Romeo's throat before she could commit to the action.
Bracing herself, she kneeled and threw her arms around Romeo.
"Oh, father, please! Spare his life!"
...and her hands would be moving lightly over Romeo, quickly searching above his waist for a marble anywhere.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:19 pm
"Threaten me as you may," Romeo persisted, "But my heart belongs to none but Juliet."
Looking up at her, he said, "Juliet, thine father shall never accept our love! I cannot bare to live in a world without thee! A land with no Juliet is a bleak wasteland indeed; I should cast all mine worldly possessions to the wind without thee!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:24 pm
"I wasn't planning on killing him... I was just trying to force the marble out of - oh, damn it."
How did that story end? If he remembered right, Juliet feigned death, Romeo followed suit with suicide, and... duh.
But the guy was confused, not evil. Maybe they could get away with faking the whole thing.
"Owle... you think you can fake dying...?"
He figured she had already figured it out herself, but he wanted to make sure they were going in on the same page on this one.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:40 pm
"Um...yeah, sure. But, why would I...?
Oh. OH! You want to see if he'll act out the rest of the play? ...I hope he doesn't kill himself..."
"Father, if you will not let us wed then life is not worth living!" Owle shouted, a dagger suddenly in her hands.
And before Romeo or Rage could stop her, she plunged the dagger into the flesh above her heart...reabsorbing it into her body slowly before it could give her more than a shallow wound. A trickle of blood stained her tank top, and Owle didn't need any acting to collapse, body falling limp.
It was taking all of her concentration, all of her will, to slow down the reabsorption of the dagger. The blade had already vanished into her form, but she was trying to keep the hilt out...pulling it back in slowly, slowly, all too slowly, so to the naked eye the hilt wasn't moving at all.
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