One Duel

[tangodelamuerte]

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[Metal folds and glass breaks! An engine growls and finally whines to meet its end.]

ROMEO. Inflict what injuries you can by tools beyond your hand, whelp.

[One man's shout of anger is met up with the waves flowing over and off of the shore in a steady rhythm in the next few moments of quiet.]

Emerge, Romeo, to fall. Enough weeping and

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[glock30]

What?

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[tangodelamuerte]

A voice! Who speaks?

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[glock30]

Not Romeo, that's for sure.

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[tangodelamuerte]

You speak truly, being of the air with a voice without simpering. A lady perhaps, not a coward of a Montague.

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[glock30]

[spoken far, far from the mic] Drugs again.

[back to normal] It's Faye.

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[tangodelamuerte]

Of the fae no less. Of course. My brain must be laced with Morpheus' dust.

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[glock30]

Is that slang for crack?

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[tangodelamuerte]

Wounded, scratched and marred, lady sprite but not cracked nor broken.

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[glock30]

Oookaaay. I meant drugs.

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[tangodelamuerte]

With me I have my rapier that is denied its cause and little more.

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[glock30]

So you're a sword guy.

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[tangodelamuerte]

Rapier, Handmaiden of Titania. Few weapons shoot forth death with greater ease than mine.

Perhaps too quick this day.

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[glock30]

Handmaiden of what?

Well guns do. Does that mean you're dead? A lot of people are.

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[tangodelamuerte]

Mab perhaps? That would depend on what land.

Lady fair, with all respect due, bite your tongue. I am not dead.

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[glock30]

I have no idea what the hell you're talking about.

It's just a question. Like I said, a lot of people around here are dead. It's like asking someone if they have blond hair.

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[tangodelamuerte]

My own confusion is mounting with weariness.

How often does one ask the fair-haired what their ancestery is?