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[sanemontague]

Enter a young man, dressed well, but in a fashion long past, a sword at his waist, but not with the worn look of a fighter's sword.Good morrow, good men and fair maids. What manner of place is this, so strange and unnatural? There are all manner of things that my eye does not know

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[sweet_madman]

*POUNCE. TACKLES.*

[sanemontague]

*laughs as he's tackled* What madman has come unto me... *twists so he can see who it is* Mercutio? Has Pluto released thee to the world once more? I saw thee dead.

[sweet_madman]

Hast thou many madmen who do come unto thee? I should be jealous. *pokes at* You still talk like an old dead guy.

[sanemontague]

Since thy killing, I have been happily upright, for none is so mad as thou art, my friend.

Genius is oft undiscovered until the grave, so mayhaps I am uncovering mine early. Thy speech, though, is uncouth as I remember, friend Mercutio.

[sweet_madman]

How you flatter. Now. *leans on him, totally oblivious to any kind of personal space* Thou must make a guess as to who 'tis I am bedding, these days. 'Tis a man of whom thou'rt acquainted, although not well acquainted, for else I should be jealous if he did duel with any other man.

[sanemontague]

*squirms a little, but really is no match for Mercutio, and never has been* Thou talkest in riddles, my friend. But since I know that there is not but to humour thee, I shall strive to answer. If man it is, and not maid, then there are but few, for thou speakest of duelling, yet of those whom I know but faintly. If duelling is bedding and bedding is duelling, then perhaps the man who thou wouldst most happily bed is that who thou wouldst most happily duel, and who else would call thy sword as gladly than that prince of cats who gave thee his sword so freely.

[sweet_madman]

Now I remember why I do love thee so much. *grins, pulling Benvolio to his feet and hugging him* I have missed you.

[sanemontague]

Then I guessed rightly? *is pulled and hugged* Perhaps I have come to the Elysian in truth if foes might stab each other with a different sword than in the Verona I left behind. I have missed thee also, friend. *quietly* Especially after my cousin followed thee to Persephone's glade.

[sweet_madman]

So I did hear. But worry not, Romeo is here, as well. And I am happy with my prince of kittens. Rather disgustingly domestic, i'troth. *grins*

[sanemontague]

*laughs* The cat is now a kitten? But this is not the natural order of things, friend Mercutio. Perhaps thy cat has been supplanted by another while thy back was turned to him.

Romeo also? Then perhaps we shall walk together again as we did before. I shall be glad to see him.

[sweet_madman]

Nay, he is still a cat, in troth as fierce as a tiger, but he hath been tamed, so to me he is gentle as a wee kitten, and just as sweet.

[sanemontague]

He must be a changeling indeed if that is true of ferocious Tybalt, for he is as incapable of meekness as the Arctic, and as likely to thaw.

[sweet_madman]

Aye, and as jealous as the sea. *grins* It's cute.

[sanemontague]

*shakes head* Still as mad as the day thou did find thy death, then, treasured Mercutio. Take, then, thy Arctic kitten, and may he make thee happy. Better that then the duels and hatred of the land behind us.

[prince_ofcats]

*is not jealous is not jealous is not....and is so lying*

TYPIST INVASION

[workingforwings]

....ZOMG. I love you both. Whoever plays Mercutio and whoever plays Benvolio.