One Duel

[tangodelamuerte]

[[audio]]

[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

Comments

[glock30]

What?

audio;

[tangodelamuerte]

A voice! Who speaks?

audio;

[glock30]

Not Romeo, that's for sure.

audio;

[tangodelamuerte]

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

audio;

[bangyoudead]

Fate always mad, homme, it take you beyond yo'mortal keep.

audio;

[tangodelamuerte]

But so the elders with their heads white with the snow of their many winters say 'do choose wisely for good choices made are riches reaped' then they turn and speak of fate.

audio;

[bangyoudead]

Don' go callin' a man a liar 'fore you test his words.

Re: audio;

[tangodelamuerte]

Liar is a word I have not said. Perhaps the word rolls from the tongue with different inflictions. Climate changes the ear. Check yours.

[tangodelamuerte]

You know of him?

[tangodelamuerte]

Where did you see him last? Speak swiftly, each word carries grave importance.

1/3

[irislover]

...Eh?

[irislover]

EHHH?!!

THIS ISN'T LEONARDO DI CAPRIO. HE LOOKS MORE LIKE ELIJAH WOOD

[irislover]

...

Um...

Excuse me, sir, but do I know you?

HEAD FOR THE HIIIILLS ANYWAY

[tangodelamuerte]

Such a question. Identify yourself and I'll give you an answer proper.

[primrosella]

Verona? Romeo?

[tangodelamuerte]

They are but names for things. One of a place close to my heart and bigger than the scrambling hands of man, so troubled my the small and insignificant. One is of a wretch who flees like a gull from movement. Best that I strike him now before his call invokes injury.

Miss Shakespeare geek here avoids breaking the fourth wall but has some suspicions

[primrosella]

It couldn't be--an actor, perhaps?

And what's in a name? Though I wonder if I may ask yours, sir.

o mai

[tangodelamuerte]

Forgive my lack of proper mannerisms, lady. The day has been rash and wronged from its beginning. I am rich Capulet's only nephew Tybalt.