"Fast acting and apparently painless," Rae remarks, chuckling a little (how he just stopped laughing and keeled over was amusing). "Not a bad way to go, all things considered."
After the masked man releases Buttercup, she stands, looking down at Vizzini.
"And to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned," she murmurs. "They were both poisoned," replies the masked man, off-handedly. "I spent the last few years building up an immunity to Iocane powder."
With that, he grabs her arm and they run off.
"Well that's convenient," Rae mutters, as Prince Humperdinck shows he's still on the trail. "Makes sense that he'd carry a poison he's immune to, though, I suppose. Perhaps Vizzini should have been suspicious about that."
On the screen, the man in black and the princess in red run across the countryside. Eventually, he tosses her down against a rock, with a brusque "Catch your breath."
The princess assures him that if he would only release her, he would get any ransom he asked. But he laughs scornfully at her, "What is that worth, the promise of a woman?"
"What's with the sudden attitude from the monochrome misogynist?" Rae mutters, eyebrow rising.
"You think your dearest love will save you?" "I never said he was my dearest love, and yes, he will save me. That I know." The man in black stalks closer. "You admit to me you do not love your fiance." "He knows I do not love him," she answers, plainly. "Are not capable of love is what you mean," he replies, the scorn returning.
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Date: 2015-11-12 05:39 am (UTC)After the masked man releases Buttercup, she stands, looking down at Vizzini.
"And to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned," she murmurs.
"They were both poisoned," replies the masked man, off-handedly. "I spent the last few years building up an immunity to Iocane powder."
With that, he grabs her arm and they run off.
"Well that's convenient," Rae mutters, as Prince Humperdinck shows he's still on the trail. "Makes sense that he'd carry a poison he's immune to, though, I suppose. Perhaps Vizzini should have been suspicious about that."
On the screen, the man in black and the princess in red run across the countryside. Eventually, he tosses her down against a rock, with a brusque "Catch your breath."
The princess assures him that if he would only release her, he would get any ransom he asked. But he laughs scornfully at her, "What is that worth, the promise of a woman?"
"What's with the sudden attitude from the monochrome misogynist?" Rae mutters, eyebrow rising.
"You think your dearest love will save you?"
"I never said he was my dearest love, and yes, he will save me. That I know."
The man in black stalks closer. "You admit to me you do not love your fiance."
"He knows I do not love him," she answers, plainly.
"Are not capable of love is what you mean," he replies, the scorn returning.