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Player Name: Umi
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Character Name: Angelo
Character Fandom: Dragon Quest 8 or VIII.

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[Whose that dashing guy at one of the bars? Why it's Angelo of course, who may or may not be trying to rope people into playing cards with him. Solitaire? Black Jack? Poker? You name it, he knows them. He might also be trying to cause a bar fight or two out of boredom, since really why not make this boring village a little more exciting? After that nonsense however, he might trying this same stunt in other cafes, the tea shop, any place with people really.]

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[After the shenanigans of the day, Angelo hits the journals for a long needed talk to the villagers.]

You know this town is rather simple in nature, I'd say it very much matches my own hometown of Simpleton. So I suggest we ask these Malnosso fellows for a casino, I'm sure that'd lighten up the place. Maybe we could bring in a few pleasure houses as well for all you lonely people out there. Why not spice up this town and make it less dull? I think it'd be rather fun if you ask me.

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[Marcello inspected Angelo as his voice accused him, utterly impassively and with no concern.]

No.

Unless you aspire to blame me for denying you freedom of conscience.

[He could not see what his brother's fuss was about.]

Regarding your point, I was fulfilling duties expected of me. My station necessitated I treated your behaviour with the discipline it deserved. I hardly made you an exception from the rest of my men.

But accuse me by all means, if it helps you sleep.

Edited 2014-02-06 23:47 (UTC)

[Was his brother suffering from amnesia? Perhaps. So he'll jog his memory.]

No. I accuse you of not only what you did to me, but others. Murder, treason, and going against the very teachings of the church you so proudly parade about or say you do. You seem to have forgotten that, so allow me to jog your memory.

[And he says nothing more to it.]

[Marcello absorbed every word. Then stared straight through Angelo, holding him by his gaze first, and then threatening him to challenge him again.]

Murder? Treason? My, everyone who does not agree with you is a traitor, dear brother.

But enough. I tried my best to ignore your little outbursts, but I do not think I shall oblige you now.

[Then he, too, said nothing more.]

[No, he was going to push it more. Because he's so angry right now.]

I know what happened to the Lord High Priest after you threw me in prison and one of the maids working for the Lord High Priest saw you murder him. If that's not murder or treason, then your perception of both is warped.

[Marcello frowned slightly and spoke slowly.]

I have always been the target of malicious rumours. But to accuse me of murder?

[He knew exactly how angry Angelo was and pushing that was one of the best things he was going to do.]

The Lord High Priest died of shock. I inherited his position. I hardly killed for it. But finish accusing me by all means. I do not have to justify myself to you. I have better things to do.

Edited 2014-02-09 01:03 (UTC)

You know what? I'm tired of this conversation and sick of being near you. All I see and hear is your mouth spitting out toxic venom of lies. So go ahead and keep at it, since that's all you're going for anyway. I'm such a fool to take pity on you, I should have let you fall to your death and be done with it.

[And with that, he slams the journal shut. He's done talking to his brother. If the idiot wants to come find him, then so be it. But he won't be nice if he does.]

Edited 2014-02-10 09:18 (UTC)

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