[ The PCD is lying sideways on the ground, showing a large, snarling, canine creature that looked like it was pumped full of steroids. Off to the side of the camera is a black, leather boot, with a steel heel. Whoever it belonged to, they weren't backing down, or flinching in any way; they appeared to be staring the creature down. Suddenly, however
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[Yes, she realizes the creature ran away, but still, it might have tried to hurt the gentleman before he scared it off.]
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Such manners. I had thought they died off two centuries ago.
Yes, my dear, I am quite alright.
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[She curtsies to the camera.]
Perhaps two centuries before your time, good sir. They are alive and well in the fifteenth century. We in Verona are most civilized.
[And she offers him a smile, now that he doesn't seem to be in any danger.]
I am Juliet Montague, good sir. You are new to this strange city?
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[ Wow, what the hell kind of place did he end up in? Being a literature buff, Lestat raises an eyebrow. ]
As in... from Shakespeare's plays?
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[Oblivious Juliet is oblivious.]
And how may I address you, good sir?
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Lestat de Lioncourt.
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Lord de Lioncourt. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
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[It's a horrible thought, since he seems quite kind to her. Here, at least, it matters not, and she'll call him by his proper title unless he asks her to do otherwise.]
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From your manner of address, Lord de Lioncourt, I take it this was not a pleasant thing?
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Regicide? Dear Lord.... Surely there had to have been another way. To kill so many people in a brutal fashion.... It is most fortunate you were able to escape.
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You said you had left France, Lord de Lioncourt. To where had you gone? From what place did you come before you found yourself here in Adstringendum?
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