*smiles*

[whosyourking]

Good day to you all! My name is Claudius, King of Denmark. I succeeded my poor dear brother, who died far too soon.. far too soon. It is lamentable. I understand that my.. nephew is here. Ah, Hamlet.. I do hope the dear boy hasn't caused too many problems. He is rather.. unstable. Prone to fits of hallucination, you see. I suppose it may be

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[_blueeyedsailor]

Oh dear. Well. This should be interesting *grins and sits back to watch the play show*

[thanitohercules]

Oh, gods above, my uncle! What fate, what cruel fate, what knots in thread, what diverted river's course! Wherefore dost this smiling face follow me-- smiling, smiling, ever smile! Look! How he smiles even now, now when upon my ankles doth he come, crawling hence, calling for my Mother! And wears he that crown, sits he on the throne of Denmark, rotten as the state, laughing with a serpent's tongue.

If only in my father's name I could set things right, rid him of that smile, that smirk, that knowing glance of man who's had his fill. I will. I swear't. Uncle, never father, Cronus waiting for his fall-- be merry, fiend; drink deep, for soon thy only indulgence shall be thy grave.

Uncle. What brings you hence from Denmark? Some unhappy occasion, I doubt it not. News of the war?

[whosyourking]

Ah, no, dear Hamlet. Merely decided to see how you were faring.

[thanitohercules]

These eyes. How small, how beady; how they narrow when settle they upon me. What schemes are born behind them!

Soft! What is this? What lies! He thinks of me? Nay, not of me, not of my health, but of my memory. He deems it well that I'd forget my filial duties and take him as a sire-- but no, it is not so. Betrayal speaks not through these hands, these that so soon before had carried casket to be placed within the earth. Holy ground still beneath these nails, fingertips alive with feel of polished wood, voice yet aching with the psalms and blessings bestowed upon the passing hero. Never! With no heavy heart shall I take a villian as any more than birthright owes him, and barely this.

I am... well. I still think fondly on my father, your brother, and study in the name of Wittenberg. These two shall continue, so ask this not of me.

[fish_bananas]

BWAHAHAHA. FINALLY!!!!!11

[lawyer_boy]

*flails a bit* More kings. And traitorous ones, no less. ....Er. Welcome.

[whosyourking]

Of course. I have no idea what you're talking about. Have you been listening to my crazy nephew? It is a pleasure.

[lawyer_boy]

*raises an eyebrow* Yes, as much as a pleasure would be when meeting a traitor bastard murderer oppressor of the people king. And being a revolutionary. And, no, I just think badly of kings in general.

[whosyourking]

Somehow, you seem.. less than enthusiastic.

[capital_r]

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain! ....Or something like that.

*waves, then smirks* Bienvenue, m'sieur.

[whosyourking]

Good day.

[broodingelf]

Ah, tragedy. This should be fun. *looks far too evil for an elf, even a mildly psychopathic one*

Welcome, sir King.

[whosyourking]

Thank you for the welcome.