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Act II
May 22, 2010 19:27:11 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 22, 2010 19:27:11 GMT -5
Again Kiku returned to his former perch on the mezzanine. "Sst! England! Sst!" he sibilated. "O, for a falconer's voice to lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, else would I tear the cave where Echo lies and make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine with repetition of my England's name." The end of the digression was for the most part spoken to himself, for he could not be wholly sure where exactly Arthur stood.
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Act II
May 23, 2010 11:54:54 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 23, 2010 11:54:54 GMT -5
"It is my soul that calls upon my name," he replied. Even though his voice was in a low whisper, he took his time while saying so, aware that he should have been speaking quickly to dismiss Kiku, but not bothering to take any action. "How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears!"
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Act II
May 23, 2010 19:04:11 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 23, 2010 19:04:11 GMT -5
Another being called upon Arthur's name: Kiku. "England!" He leaned forward over the railing, anxiously awaiting a reply with the air of one about to ask an important question. Although he wanted to say something beautiful, poetic and deep, he could not think of a way to make such a simple name sound lovely; it did not matter, for Arthur remained himself regardless of the name by which he was called.
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Act II
May 23, 2010 19:36:10 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 23, 2010 19:36:10 GMT -5
"My dear?" Arthur replied, raising his voice by a few decibels. There was more he would have liked to add to his sentence, but could not find words to define his thoughts for Kiku anymore. Part of him entertained the thought of it being love, but also argued that it was more than that. He hated the sound of the word now--it felt like a generic adjective, and not enough to describe all he had felt in the past hours. But love was certainly part of it, he assured himself, almost now understanding the long speeches of temporary love Francis had gone on about for hours. Now, if only there were other words for it!
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Act II
May 24, 2010 20:14:11 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 24, 2010 20:14:11 GMT -5
Planning had never been Kiku's strong suit--he left schedules to the overorganized Ludwig--but on this occasion he needed to know the details. "At what o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?" It was a simple enough question, which would hopefully yield a simple enough answer to an anything but simple enough situation. So long as a specific hour was set, no way to flounder and complicate time really existed. (Of course, there were the philosophers and the physicists who concerned themselves with the time-space continuum and all that jazz, but Kiku was neither.)
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Act II
May 24, 2010 22:00:40 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 24, 2010 22:00:40 GMT -5
Arthur paused; he had no day-to-day schedule in life, but typically got things done in the morning. He almost wondered if he should have planned later in the night, to avoid being seen and perhaps recreate the same frantic feelings he had felt that same night. He quickly disregarded that seconds later, realizing it seemed a little vain. "At the hour of nine," he replied, and gave the Orient a reassuring smile, to prove even he was sure things would work out, worrisome and unsteady as he was.
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Act II
May 27, 2010 17:19:04 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 27, 2010 17:19:04 GMT -5
Kiku thought for a moment to make sure the time would work until realizing what a stupid question he had proposed in his mind; he would make any time work. "I will not fail. 'Tis twenty years till then," he sighed, placing his hand over the front part of his jaw, resting his head. Dreamily he finished talking, stringing his words together in a soft legato: "I have forgot why I did call thee back." Arthur had distracted him just a bit by his presence.
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Act II
May 27, 2010 20:40:26 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 27, 2010 20:40:26 GMT -5
He drew a breath, realizing that it would not be long until Kiku disappeared and would not be seen again by him until the next day. It was with no doubt that tonight would be a sleepless night, comprised of nothing but sitting up in bed and looking out to the stars, waiting for morning to come. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would doze off, but only for a few hours, and even then he would probably wake up again in a cold sweat, "Let me stand here till thou remember it."
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Act II
May 28, 2010 16:46:52 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 28, 2010 16:46:52 GMT -5
He relaxed, resting his arms on the railing so that they were parallel to it and then leaned forward on the rail. "I shall forget," Kiku murmured, still speaking with that same flowing tone, "to have thee still stand here, remembering how I love thy company." The final three words were pronounced more clearly in a way that could be interpreted as insincerity despite that it was anything but; truer words he had never spoken.
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Act II
May 28, 2010 17:15:44 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 28, 2010 17:15:44 GMT -5
"And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, forgetting any other home but this." Momentarily, Arthur thought over the last part of his sentence. With no doubt would there be tension within the upcoming days, and he could predict that night would not just be filled with thoughts related to Kiku, but hopeless begging that somehow, there would be no disapproval if this secret was heard by anyone. The family rivalry had seemed to exist since the beginning of time itself, and would probably go on forever, for all he knew.
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Act II
May 28, 2010 21:10:54 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 28, 2010 21:10:54 GMT -5
The moon was beginning to fall from the sky. Kiku noticed this and jumped in alarm. "'Tis almost morning!" he shouted, looking over his shoulder in a wild panic. "I would have thee gone, and yet no further than a wanton's bird, who lets it hop a little from her hand like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves and with a silk thread plucks it back again, so loving-jealous of his liberty." Although he had spoken honestly, his words didn't sound quite right. Did he really want to keep Arthur prisoner?
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Act II
May 28, 2010 21:40:02 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 28, 2010 21:40:02 GMT -5
He sighed, his hand resting against the bark of a smooth magnolia that he had used to obscure himself a few minutes ago. He wondered how far away his home was from Kiku's--no less than half a mile, about fifteen minutes by foot, he decided. Never had such a short walking distance seemed so far away. He didn't mind walking, provided that he wasn't in a hurry, or too much wasn't on his mind. He would never be able to walk the distance without either problems. "I would I were thy bird," Arthur replied.
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Act II
May 29, 2010 21:49:17 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 29, 2010 21:49:17 GMT -5
"Sweet, so would I," he sighed, "yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be 'morrow." Smiling, Kiku gave a small wave to Arthur, glanced at the window, then back to Arthur, and finally turned around and sprinted to the doorway for the last time. Ludwig would not be pleased, but the incident could be easily forgotten. Any possible punishment did not faze him; tomorrow he was getting married!
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Act II
May 30, 2010 11:38:03 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 30, 2010 11:38:03 GMT -5
[[ooc: Okay, so after this, we'd cut ahead to Scene IV, which starts with Mercutio, because this would just be me talking to myself, and even then, I'd have to cut about 95% of the dialogue because of Rosaline. :B This is irrelevant, but have you seen the new APH episode with Romano? It shouldn't have, but it reminded me vaguely of South Park. xD]]
"Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast--would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!" he called, before taking a few steps backward, gravity pulling him back down to the grass. There was only one solution to this--and though talking to Ivan was a risk in itself--it would undoubtedly work. "Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, his help to crave, and my dear hap to tell," he muttered to himself, before making his way back down the path, disappearing into the night.
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May 30, 2010 19:22:50 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 30, 2010 19:22:50 GMT -5
[[ooc: I just finished watching it, actually. xD I think it was the pitch of his voice and the constant "Damn it!"s that made him so South Park-esque. It was really adorable nonetheless. I've concluded that the random lady who showed up when Romano was learning Spanish was Spain's mom.]]
Francis stood in the alley with his back to the wall, leaning one leg casually forward while the rest remained planted beneath his body. In great detail he examined his fingernails as he contemplated the people he had seen passing by today in the shops and roadside stands. There were many beautiful women and even beautiful men, but none of them flirted with him. That situation did not faze him; he had his methods. "Where the devil should this Romeo be?" he asked, bored. "Came he not home tonight?"
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