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[absinthe_eyed]

This curse could be worse.  There aren't any zombies.

[A brief video clip is inserted here.  Justin has switched clothes with Tybalt, which means his usual nerdwear has been replaced by hotpants, a sexy bulletproof vest with a saint on it, and awesome boots.  Justin's a bit smaller (especially in the muscle area) than the outfit's owner, but he has

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[tangodelamuerte]

Those garments are mine. Treat them well whilst I walk about stifled.

[absinthe_eyed]

You have... interesting clothes. I'll be careful with them.

[tangodelamuerte]

Threads befitting any lord or better. Never would I willingly hand them off. Ill-tempered mischief which causes this City's tide like the moon has other devices.

[absinthe_eyed]

If lords dressed like this...

Don't worry about your clothes. They'll be fine.

Who are you?

[tangodelamuerte]

A lord by the name of Capulet. In the absence of my uncle, there is no other to proudly bear the name so I hold it as well and truly in his stead. Tybalt, Prince of Cats and Lord Capulet by name though noted the rabble of this mad place hath no liking for titles. All the same that is I.

[absinthe_eyed]

This outfit isn't from the right period if he's

Hm. The rabble hath no liking for anything.

Sorry you have to put up with my clothes, Lord Capulet. I'm Justin, by the way--no title.

[tangodelamuerte]

Well met in this puckish farce, Justin. I await the hour when the resonating tones of the twelfth hour sets matters right.

[absinthe_eyed]

You too.

Everyone's waiting, I think. No one ever likes this curse.