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Post by Jimmeh on Apr 2, 2010 22:03:02 GMT -5
[[ooc: I took a line from the prologue for the title. I'm sorry, I could have planned this out better. This scene with Gregory and Sampson (Toris and Eduard) is extremely funny, albeit a little awkward having to translate it. xD By the way, the new quote in my signature is from the supersecretsequel. Delinquent is just a working title, though. > God, this is so exciting!] Two servants entered a marketplace, the first shivering--although the weather was a little windy around the edges, its core had started to heat up around the afternoon, but it was enough to leave Toris feeling cold. It was Eduard who seemed as if he was ready to break out into a fight; naturally, the younger Estonian held a deep-seated hatred for the family comprised of his master's adversaries. Toris could not say he held any appreciation for the house, either, but the last thing he wanted was a fight. " Lithuania, we'll not carry coals, believe me." Toris frowned, and decided to try to steer the conversation in a different direction with a sarcastic reply: "No, because then we would be colliers." " I mean, if we're in choler, we'll draw." Eduard gripped his sword as he said this, to show he was ready to fight if necessary. Toris nodded; that seemed to be reasonable enough. He started to head through the small crowds that were slowly gathering, his fellow servant following close, and stopped when he caught sight of Lovino and Antonio--two other servants. He winced as he heard Eduard unsheathe his sword behind him." My weapon is out," he whispered. " Quarrel with them, and I'll back you." "What, by running away?" Toris hissed." Don't be a coward!" Ignoring the insult, the Lithuanian continued to mingle in the crowd. "I'll frown at them when I pass. They can take it whichever way they please."" Or dare, I'll bite my thumb at them. They'll be disgraced if they put up with that." Before Toris could protest, he felt the stare of two servants upon him. He was tempted to lose his temper towards Eduard, but realized that he was facing trouble already.
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Post by Tiger on Apr 3, 2010 21:17:30 GMT -5
[ooc: I love this scene and all the hidden meanings and puns in it. Shakespeare has really made me a pun aficionado. "Mi amigo, mi guerido amigo" is Spanish à la Google Translate: "My friend, my dear friend." I also just realized that the Capulets also overlap to a certain extent with the House of Hapsburg. This wouldn't be such a big deal if the House wasn't watching me sleep (long story). orz Sequel! Sequel! I'm not rabid, just excited.]
The other two servants, ones of the house of Montague, stood in front of a cart selling tomatoes. One of them, a Spaniard, was stroking a tomato and whispering things like "mi amigo, mi querido amigo" to it. His companion, an Italian by the name of Lovino, wore a sarcastic, cynical expression as he watched the entire marketplace with peripheral vision. Something caught his eye: Capulet servants. He nudged Antonio (the Spaniard) in the elbow and pointed at Toris and Eduard, all while maintaining a glare at them.
Antonio glanced over and turned away from the tomatoes to give the other men his best menacing look. He thought of how to handle this encounter. Should he scream outright, start a fight, or just remain silent? The best option, in his opinion, was none of the above. "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" It was said almost in mockery yet while remaining absolutely, although not sincerely, polite.
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Post by Jimmeh on Apr 3, 2010 21:36:04 GMT -5
"I do bite my thumb, sir," said Eduard, shrugging indifferently. Perhaps he felt slightly relieved at the prospect of a verbal debate as opposed to a physical one, considering he was quicker in wit than Gregory, but he knew how quickly it could spring into a fight. Even though he did not drop his gaze on the Spaniard for one moment, he felt the growing scowl of Toris next to him. He was quite aware of his fellow-servant's growing desire to turn tail and run as quickly as possible, as well as his severe annoyance with the Estonian.
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Post by Tiger on Apr 3, 2010 22:05:06 GMT -5
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" Antonio repeated in the same falsely polite tone. Now he felt that he was actually trying to provoke their rivals, but being very calm about it. His commonplace cheery smile did not make the threat any less obvious but certainly less severe. Lovino was grumbling profanities in his mother tongue, which, despite being rather vulgar, sounded extremely pretty in Italian. Only half of what he said was intelligible to the other man; Antonio could curse fluently in Italian but not yet at the speed of a native.
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Post by Jimmeh on Apr 4, 2010 12:32:29 GMT -5
Eduard turned towards Toris for a moment, but sent another glare towards the Spaniard again before he did so. "Is the law of our side, if I say 'aye'?" he asked quietly. Perhaps there were easier ways out of this, he thought, but he enjoyed a fight whenever it was possible.
"No," the older responded, and moved a few steps backwards.
The younger Estonian nodded, and crossed his arms in a smug way. "No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir."
"Do you quarrel, sir?" Toris asked, in an attempt to look tougher. In truth, it only made him look like more of a coward than he usually did, but at least it would end Eduard's typically witty demeanor towards Montagues. Occasionally it embarrassed him, given that he was supposed to be the eldest and main authority figure over the two others.
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Post by Tiger on Apr 4, 2010 13:13:53 GMT -5
"Quarrel, sir?" asked Antonio, now completely mocking the others with exaggerated politeness and gesturing. "No, sir." He felt vaguely entertained by this sarcastic verbal debate, enjoying the irony brought on by knowing that nothing spoken was true. Such arguments were a rarity within his household and could only be conducted against an external force. What better force would there be to take on than these two other servants, Toris and Eduard?
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Post by Jimmeh on Apr 4, 2010 14:37:06 GMT -5
"If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you." Eduard smirked, and flicked his hand in restrained politeness in the direction of the Montague household. He noticed a few other people staring at the four, but over the sounds of the crowd he knew the conversation could not be heard. This widened his grin slightly; they were probably terribly confused over what seemed to be servants from rival houses engaging in a friendly conversation. [/size]
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Post by Tiger on Apr 4, 2010 16:39:28 GMT -5
He crossed his arms and shrugged nonchalantly. "No better." Smiling, he glanced in the direction Eduard had pointed and rested his gaze on his own house for a few moments before turning back to face the Estonian defiantly. His expression slipped into a smirk.
Beside him, Romano was shifting his weight from his right foot to his left foot and back again. With each movement, the sheathed sword hanging from his waist bumped into the outside of his leg and he winced. Yet he was anxious for this fight to escalate to the point where force would be necessary; using words had never been his forté, but swords...swords were a different story.
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Post by Jimmeh on Apr 4, 2010 20:37:07 GMT -5
"Well, sir," Eduard replied, punctuating his sentence with a slight harrumph.
Toris stiffened, recognizing another Montague in the crowd--a blonde, somewhat gawky Canadian. "Say 'better': here comes one of my master's kinsmen," he said to his fellow-servant in a low, somehow hollow tone, but he was sure it was not quiet enough to be heard only to Eduard.
"Yes, better, sir." he added, and grinned, his falsely cheery tone only faltering slightly as he challenged the two others with his eyes, their expression probably enough to start a fight alone. [/size]
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Post by Tiger on Apr 4, 2010 21:24:50 GMT -5
"You lie." The animosity contained in Antonio's voice still lingered with traces of the mockingly pleasant tone he had been using. His right hand darted to the handle of his sword and he gripped it tightly. At a moment's notice he would be able to pull the weapon from its sheath and fight; sparks of conflict had already begun to fly and within a moment the conflagration would rise up and devour them both. When it did, he would be ready to fight in the fire.
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Post by Jimmeh on Apr 5, 2010 21:00:38 GMT -5
[[ooc: Sorry for skipping ahead slightly; I'm a little self-conscious about the way I RP Canada and I just wanted to get things moving along x3]]
"Draw, if you be men," Eduard replied in a near hiss, his own polite tone disintegrating as he drew his sword, his hand shaking only slightly with its weight. "Lithuania--remember your washing blow," he added, and almost ducked forward before the Canadian, a Montague by the name of Matthew, rushed in and beat down his sword, glaring at him in the most menacing way he could.
"Part, fools!" he said, but his voice was barely over a whisper; he seemed nervous, somehow, as if the four other servants could overtake him. "Put up your swords; you know not what you do." Before any reply could be uttered, a younger Capulet entered--Matthew shrank back slightly at Gilbert's entrance, fearing the worst.
"What, are you drawn among these heartless hinds?" the Prussian said, challenging the younger with his eyes, which shone a dark red in the sunlight. "Turn, and, look upon your death." He leveled his sword, and the two lunged into a fight. Toris shuddered; the crowd was compelled now, obviously both irked and somewhat excited about this little bout. It wouldn't be long, he reassured himself, that the prince would arrive and settle things down, but even then it would only postpone what seemed to be the never-ending rivalry between the families. [/size]
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Post by Tiger on Apr 5, 2010 22:40:33 GMT -5
Antonio scowled as his sword was knocked from his hands. He glared at Eduard and then at Matthew; he was about to say something when another Capulet arrived on the scene, at which point he merely snarled and shook his head in disgust. Lovino, at his side, was peering over at the action, cheering on his master's kinsman.
Joining the fray was Roderich, who looked unusually disheveled, with his blazer unbuttoned and his cravat nearly undone. His cheeks were even redder than normal -- he seemed to have a blushing problem -- and he was panting from the short sprint. At the best of times he was not a runner; today he had been feeling a bit off, which he blamed on the heat. "What noise" pant, pant, "is this?!" He fumbled for the sword at his belt and found that it was not there. Ach, I must have left it at home... Dejected, he turned to his wife, Elizaveta, and half-demanded, half-implored, "Give me my longsword..." The request would have been stronger if he had been able to catch his breath before happening upon this fight.
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Post by Jimmeh on Apr 6, 2010 21:13:31 GMT -5
[[ooc: We still don't have the Montagues. o-o; I can't really think of anyone to be either of them, so maybe we could skip the exchange of dialogue between them and cut ahead to the scene with the prince?]]
"A crutch, a crutch!" Elizaveta replied in an exasperated tone, steadying him with her hand. He was in no condition at the moment, nor would he ever be, she thought scornfully, to try to break up a fight between two men far younger than him. She couldn't deny Roderich's loyalty to his house and his many other assets--but can't he just have some common sense once in a while? "Why call you for a sword?" [/size]
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Post by Tiger on Apr 6, 2010 22:06:12 GMT -5
[[ooc: Sure. I'll mince the dialogue a bit (I was going to keep it in blank verse but it sounded awkward) to keep Lord and Lady Montague out of this without making Austria look schizophrenic. Abusing him like this gives me a fair amount of Schadenfreude.]]
Stubbornly, Roderich took a step forward and promptly stumbled. "My sword, I say!" he insisted, clinging to her shoulder to steady himself. Somehow he had convinced himself that his body language was irrelevant in this situation, when his pitiful condition made it all the more obvious that his words were those of a man struggling to prove that he is wholly right, as men often do. "The Montagues have come and are flourishing their blades in spite of me." He straightened his back and spread his feet as to support his own weight better, glaring at the members of the rival house.
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Post by Jimmeh on Apr 7, 2010 17:55:59 GMT -5
[[ooc: Haha, abusing characters FTW. So, I think after this is just basically an exchange in dialogue between Benvolio and Romeo, which we could do, or we could just skip ahead. Whichever you like will be fine. c:]]
She simply rolled her eyes and let him catch his breath. Being just as powerful in the family as her husband, she was annoyed at the fact Roderich had forgotten he had no control over her whatsoever, especially in such a situation. Instead, Elizaveta cast a wary glance in the direction of Toris and Eduard as the fight continued, and wondered if they were responsible. For now she would just have to let it pass, but it certainly wouldn't stay that way forever. [/size]
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