First knifu

[capuletguarddog]

[While Tybalt is not usually a patient person, he hates looking like a fool. So he's actually taken a couple of days just to look around the camp and listen to other Iris messages and such. That hasn't made him a happier Tybalt, by any means]

All right. Assuming everything we've been told is true - and I'm not saying I believe that - I've got just one question. How does one get one's supposedly godly parent to get off of his ass and actually tell me who I belong to? Because there are too many idiots in the Hermes cabin, and I'm getting a wee bit annoyed. Which means someone's getting personal with my knife real soon if we can't get this sorted out.

[He draws his dagger to demonstrate]

And when are we going to get to do something real? I'm bored here.

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[capuletguarddog]

Tybalt. Tybalt Capulet. A pleasure, madame.

[ohcaptainmycaptain]

*Sasha will just give you a look over that name.*

Given how loud you were being, I'm doubting that pleasure bit. You want to be here as much as I do.

[capuletguarddog]

{He's a bit affronted at the look]

Have you some issue with my name?

[AKA: Are you secretly Montague scum?]

[ohcaptainmycaptain]

Tybalt isn't really a common name where I'm from, that's all.

*Oh and the whole Shakespeare play thing.*

[capuletguarddog]

And Sasha isn't where I am from. So it seems we are even there.