<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:09:25.338-07:00</updated><category term='Tower'/><category term='bit'/><category term='crantz'/><category term='marketplace'/><category term='outside'/><category term='princess'/><category term='Cast'/><category term='forest'/><category term='setting'/><category term='scene ii'/><category term='rose'/><category term='Scene I'/><category term='kidnap'/><title type='text'>Type-Cast</title><subtitle type='html'>A Medieval Romance</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-823311701738080326</id><published>2010-03-01T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:58:10.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Disney essay!</title><content type='html'>Here it is in it's completed form which is, in my opinion, a worse form than the previous since I had to cut out so many details that strengthened my argament. Sorry when I copied and pasted the italics apparently didn't go through.. that might make the film titles and princess names a little confusing... deal with it i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princesses of Colour: The Message Disney Sends to Little Girls of Colour&lt;br /&gt;Rosanna R. Shamshudin&lt;br /&gt;995856809&lt;br /&gt;Kay Armatage&lt;br /&gt;INI323Y1 – Feminist Theory in Film&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In her article on children of color and Disney Princesses, Dorothy Hurley claims that it is important for all children to see themselves mirrored in images and texts in order to create a positive self-image (Hurley 1). If this is so then what does that mean for little girls of color in the Western world who watch the Disney Princesses of color? In the first three films starring females of colour, Pocahontas, Aladdin and Mulan, the roles of females of colour are the same: exotic, domestic, oppressed, working class and capable – but only when unnecessary. About a decade later, Disney released The Princess And The Frog, a film about an African-American princess that attempted to be feminist. In some aspects, it does prevail. However, like the three aforementioned films, The Princess And The Frog is not always as feminist as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that Disney teaches little girls of colour is that they are exotic. Unlike Caucasian girls, a girl of colour is not simply beautiful. She is mysterious and exciting. The Princesses of colour demonstrate this as they reenact formulaic stereotypes of their respective cultural roles as females of colour. This is shown in their movements and actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas is the stereotypical noble savage figure. She is wild and connected to nature in a way no “civilized” person can be. Her figure as a Native woman comes from a history of symbolization of the New World. Rayne Green outlines this in her essay, “The Pocahontas Perplex.” During the settlement and colonization of the New World by the Europeans in the 1500s the Native woman was exoticized. She symbolized the New world as a savage but beautiful, fertile place that had to be tamed (Green 703). Once the Americans won their independence from Britain, the Native woman was reconfigured into a less savage Princess figure that represented innocent primitivism and subservience to the civilized White man (Green 704). In the film, Pocahontas conforms to all the stereotypes placed on her according to race. For example, she is rarely ever seen outside the forest. Even her own people have to drag her back to their civilization. She is graceful, speaks to mystical willow trees and befriends animals. Pocahontas even reenacts old Native Princess legends, specifically that of the “Lover’s Leap,” in which the Native female throws herself off a cliff when she is torn from her male lover (Green 704). Pocahontas clearly reenacts this at the beginning of the film when her friend, Nakoma, calls her back to her home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Native woman trope that Disney is most guilty of perpetuating is that of “Little Mohee.” “Little Mohee” was a common song that told the tale of a White man who falls in love with a Native woman named Mohea. He lives with her and begins to prefer her primitive paradise to his own “civilized” life. Eventually the man sails away and marries another woman but dreams of going back to spend his days with “little Mohea” (Green 709). Pocahontas parallels this story. John Smith comes to her land, falls in love and comes to appreciate her way of life over his own. In the end he leaves her and she is left on a cliff, waving goodbye, just as Mohea does in the line “And as my boat passed her she waved me her hand” (Green 709).&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine also conforms to traditional stereotypes of the Islamic woman found in colonial Orientalist travelogues (Pinn 57). She is exotic, oppressed and sexual. Living in a patriarchal system, Jasmine reiterates the oppressed Princess and the exotic harem girl dichotomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an Eastern princess, Jasmine lives in opulence, a stereotype that also originates from colonial travelogues. Islamic rulers were said to live in immense palaces and horde vast amounts of wealth while outside commoners suffered in poverty (Said 108). As a Muslim princess, Jasmine is also oppressed by a male dominated society. She is forced by law to marry a prince by her sixteenth birthday and locked out of the public world. “Trapped,” she says as she wishes that she didn’t have to be a Princess at all. Jasmine also perpetuates the idea of the segregated Muslim woman who is kept apart from society. This is an old stereotype. The oppressed Muslim woman dates back to the late 18th century when English feminists argued that Western females were the most fortunate in the world, with specific reference to the barbaric treatment of women in the Orient (Andrea 274). Not only is Jasmine locked in her palace, she also has no say in her own affairs. In one scene, when Aladdin comes in disguise to court Princess Jasmine, he does not go to her but to her father. There, he, the Sultan and Jafar discuss her future. Of course Jasmine rebels against this and, as a Muslim woman who “understands” that she is being oppressed, she is placed above the few other women we see in the film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan represents Chinese women as an exotic Other. As a part of the Far East and Orient, Mulan also exists as an oppressed woman in a patriarchal society. She is portrayed as a girl who is searching for herself as she complies with a traditional arranged marriage due to her misogynist culture. Unlike Jasmine, Mulan is perfectly willing to have an arranged marriage if it will, stereotypically, bring honour to her family. This relates back to 18th century English feminist ideas of ‘natural’ and ‘unnatural’ slavery in relation to women being confined to domesticity. For them, English women were unnatural slaves who were forced to suffer exclusion from the public sphere. Eastern women, on the other hand, were born slaves and so they could mindlessly exist under oppression (Andrea 282). In this way, Mulan is a naturally obedient slave because of her race and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decade after these films, Disney corrects its use of stereotype and exoticism in The Princess And The Frog. There are three historical stereotypes that they defy. The first is the Mammy, a mother and obese African-American female originating from depictions of slave women (West 459). Tiana is far from motherly and obese. Instead she works hard for herself and is physically fit. The second stereotype also originates from the time of slavery. That is the Jezebel, a dangerously sexual African-American female (West 462). Tiana defies this as well. Although she is young and beautiful, Tiana is not oversexed. She is normal: desirable but not so much that it clouds her character development. This third and final stereotype is Sapphire, the angry young African-American female (West 461). Tiana is not angry. In fact she is, for the most part, very optimistic. Even as a frog she remains steadfast and hopeful, choosing to push forward rather than get upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged marriages are another aspect of Disney’s manufactured “coloured culture” that is treated as regressive. The institution of arranged marriage is often considered foreign, exotic and backward in the Western world. It is presented in a binary of the West and the East. In the West, love marriages are seen as modern, based on individual choice and emotional. On the other hand, arranged marriages are seen as traditional, forced and purely social in motive (Khandelwal 2). Disney does not defy this. In Pocahontas, Aladdin, and Mulan, Disney teaches young girls of colour that their culture, according to tradition, will want them to marry according to status and society. Pocahontas, Jasmine and Mulan are each victims of this. Each girl must marry by a certain age despite her own personal interests. In this way, the institution of arranged marriage is portrayed as foreign, forced and regressive. As a result, each Princess does her best to escape or defy it in order to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Pocahontas, the Princess’ father tells her that she will marry Kocoum. When she protests he explains to her that she must “join her people,” insinuating that marrying Kocoum will authenticate her as a Native. He also explains that Kocoum will offer her status and security, insinuating that the arranged marriage is social and devoid of emotion. In the following scene, a musical number on the river, Pocahontas conveys her wish to “choose [her] own path.” In the song’s lyrics, Pocahontas longs to be free and continue dreaming. In two specific lines she declares that having an arranged marriage and hoping for change cannot be synonymous: “Should I marry Kocoum? Is all my dreaming at an end?” This line also implies that Pocahontas’ culture is fixed and timeless. Once she joins her people she will not be able to enact change. Instead she will just be another Native wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Aladdin, Jasmine must marry a royal suitor in order to maintain the social hierarchy. Her father tells her that the law declares that she must marry by her sixteenth birthday. In turn, Jasmine takes a small white bird, a metaphor for herself, out of a cage and says, “I hate being forced into this.” The sultan then takes the bird from her and explains that he wants her to marry for her own security and puts the bird back in its cage. Jasmine declares that she has never lived; “[she’s] never even been “outside the palace walls.” Instead of living in luxury, Jasmine prefers to experience life and “marry for love” rather than society. Then, in stereotypical misogynist fashion, the Sultan yells, “Allah forbid you should have any daughters!” and storms off. Jasmine then frees all the metaphorical white birds to convey her longing. Like the other Disney Princesses of color, Jasmine is trapped by a misogynist culture that literally forces her into an arranged marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan must marry any man the matchmaker chooses for her. However, unlike the aforementioned two Princesses, she is neither for nor against having her marriage arranged. As a natural slave of a patriarchal culture, Mulan completes all her duties obediently, including chores and being made up for marriage. However, Mulan is not marriageable. She crosses the gender boundaries between the feminine and the masculine and, until she can realize one gender within herself she will not be able to marry and thus honor her family. As the matchmaker says, “You may look like a bride but you will never bring your family honor,” signifying that she is a female but not a woman. It is not until Mulan can purge herself of the masculine gender by performing as a man that she becomes truly feminine at the end of film and marry her love interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Princess And The Frog, Tiana is not a victim of an arranged marriage. Her parents advocate her finding a Prince that she may fall in love with and then marry. This is because, in my opinion, she is a modern American. The three other Disney Princesses of color existed in foreign nations during the 19th century or earlier. Tiana is a 1930s American and, as such, is too modern for the antiquated institution of arranged marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to naturalize cultural gender roles, Disney utilizes the film’s background. Everyone seemingly unimportant acts as an ethnographic slice of life within the diagesis that defies the change brought about by the film’s main characters. Each foregrounded story is just an unimportant detail of history that, for a short time, stands out amongst the menial everyday background. It is in this background that the film gains its authenticity and the female viewer of color is taught her place.&lt;br /&gt;In Pocahontas, the females of color are barely present but when they appear they are acting out specific social roles. In fact, there are only three females of color of note in the entire film: Pocahontas, Nakoma and an unnamed female that appears in a musical number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakoma, Pocahontas’ best friend, acts as a representative of the Native women in the film, of which Pocahontas is not part. She is constantly opposing Pocahontas and encouraging her to submit to her culture. At one point she even says to Pocahontas, “You’re turning your back on your own people!” When the village acts in a certain way, so does she. For instance, when a crowd of nameless Natives cheers for Kocoum’s victories, Nakoma joins in while Pocahontas just smiles. After this Nakoma only appears when she is carrying out her duties. For example, she speaks to Pocahontas when they are picking corn, which only the women do. The viewer is forced to dis-identify with Nakoma as well. She is portrayed as weak because she does not help Pocahontas, instead choosing to abide by the culture’s traditions. Once Nakoma sees the repercussions of her complacent actions, that is Kocoum’s death, and helps Pocahontas, she is redeemed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unnamed female in Pocahontas is on screen for no more than one second. She appears during a short shamanistic ritual performed by the Natives to contact spirits and predict the future. Upon seeing wolves attacking villagers she becomes terrified and hides on her husband’s shoulder. It is a simple gesture that naturalizes the role of women as weak and domestic. She cannot handle visions of war; instead she should continue harvesting corn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the unnamed female in Pocahontas, the background females of Aladdin only appear for a short time and reinforce cultural and gender stereotypes. The first females to appear are lower class women doing chores. One of these women is inside the home looking out and two do laundry outside. The three portray women as naturally happy and domestic. They also laugh at Aladdin stealing bread, considering it perfectly normal. This perpetuates the stereotype of the Islamic world that is declared in the film’s opening song, Arabian Nights, “It’s barbaric but hey, it’s home.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for two women doing laundry, no woman other than Jasmine are ever seen outside the home. In fact, when Jasmine journeys outside of the palace, specifically into the marketplace, there are only men. The outside is a man’s world in Disney’s Islamic world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, Aladdin sees exotic harem girls who all look alike except for their variously colored veils. The veil is, of course, the symbol of cultural identity. These women are submissive, sexual and silly Muslim women as outlined by Orientalism. As Edward Said puts it, “women are usually the creatures of a male-power fantasy. They express unlimited sensuality…  are more of less stupid and above all… willing” (Said 207). The girls dance and sing to two songs in the film and then they disappear. Accompanying them is an older woman who is sexless and disgruntled. She is larger than Aladdin and the guards and her only action is to kick the former out of her home. In this way she is portrayed as, by popular standards, unfeminine and undesirable: an ugly woman. Another female in the film looks like her. She appears in the same song, “One Jump Ahead.” This female appears when she scoops Aladdin up and declares that he is “rather tasty,” implying sexual desire. She, being obese and also larger than the guards, is treated as comic relief. She is deemed so ugly that Aladdin literally leaps out of her arms and into the guards in order to escape her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more females in Mulan that the aforementioned films. However, instead of portraying them as diverse, all the females are presented as stereotypically obedient and superstitious women who conform to their gendered roles. These include Mulan’s mother, grandmother, the matchmaker and numerous young homogenous females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan’s mother and grandmother are the first to appear. Like Nakoma, Mulan’s mother is the voice of the society. She scolds Mulan for being late to her matchmaker’s appointment and joins other Chinese women in a musical number called “You’ll Bring Honor To Us All.” The song describes the Chinese female’s place in society: she must be a beautiful, graceful and domestic wife in order to bring the greatest honor that a female can to her family. After this song, the mother’s role practically vanishes. She does not speak again. Instead, she only emotes sadness and quiet happiness. Mulan’s mother is docile, domestic and powerless. She has no agency. She is the model female of colour within the stereotypical Oriental society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan’s grandmother is much more lively. She speaks and acts freely amidst the other characters regardless of her social role as a female. However, she also works to maintain tradition. The grandmother is only interested in two things: Mulan’s marriage and Mulan’s survival. She aids with Mulan’s marriage in the beginning of the film with the aforementioned song and then at the end when she meets the love interest and yells, “Would you like to stay forever?” She also conforms to the stereotype of the superstitious Chinese person. The grandmother puts all her faith and even her life into the hands of a “lucky” cricket that she gives it to Mulan, relying on its luck in finding a good husband. The grandmother then completes her stereotype as a superstitious Chinese person when she turns to the family ancestors for help in protecting Mulan instead of finding some active way to help and protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third speaking female in Mulan is the matchmaker. She is strict, demanding and holds an important position in the society. Unfortunately, Disney makes it clear that the matchmaker is not a woman. In her scene the matchmaker is portrayed as a male. She mimics a potential husband and even unintentionally draws a beard on her face. In addition to this, the matchmaker is ugly: large and obese like the females of Aladdin’s “One Jump Ahead,” she seems unwomanly and therefore antagonistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other females of Mulan are young and beautiful. These females comply with their social roles and, in their numbers, naturalize the position of females in the Chinese society as wives and harvesters. They are seen twice in the film. The first time is in a line waiting to be match made. The second time they are harvesting rice in rural China, reminiscent of the Native females in Pocahontas. &lt;br /&gt;The background females in The Princess And The Frog are not feminist either. These females are Tiana’s mother, Mama Odie and nameless females, young and old, which occupy public spaces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiana’s mother is a widowed working class female. She is a seamstress who supports all of her daughter’s dreams to own her own restaurant one day. However, she, like Mulan’s mother and grandmother, tries to push Tiana toward becoming a wife. In one scene, when Tiana talks about her restaurant, her mother says “… All I want for you, sweetheart. To meet your Prince Charming and dance off to your happily ever after.”&lt;br /&gt;Mama Odie is just like Mulan’s grandmother. She is lively and spunky, but she when she helps Tiana it is to push her toward getting married. She sings to her “You know what you want but not what you need,” implying that what she wants may be a restaurant, but what she needs is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other females of colour in the film are diverse. Some of them are young and some are old. They don’t say much and they only fill in the background except for one group. Tiana has a few friends of colour that include girls. These girls come in for a short time to emphasize how much Tiana works. They invite her out to go dancing one night and are turned down. After revealing Tiana’s workaholic characteristic the females leave to spot the film’s background.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the side characters to the Princesses, no Disney females of colour dreams of a life beyond the working class. Unlike Snow White and Ariel, who long for a prince, or Cinderella, who wishes to escape her domestic life and join the upper class at a ball, the Disney Princesses of colour are either content in the working class or desire it. This teaches little girls of colour to be happy in their working class position and not to defy it: they wouldn’t be happy anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas is the daughter of a chieftain and therefore holds a Princess position in her society. However, Pocahontas lives in an egalitarian society. While she is technically nobility, she labours with the rest of the women in the film. Pocahontas does not desire more in society. Her people go outside, battle and conquer other Natives but she remains unimpressed. Furthermore, Pocahontas cannot even understand the desire for more. When John Smith tries to explain it to her she is baffled. As a noble primitive, Pocahontas is beyond ambition and remains content with her timeless working position in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine is also a Princess but lives in a hierarchical society. She does not work or do anything for herself in the film. She lives in opulence in a palace reminiscent of the Taj Mahal, surrounded by a rich garden and exotic animals. Despite this, Jasmine is not content. She craves a working class life so that she may be free of the duties of nobility, a problem that Caucasian Disney Princesses never had. Even when she is on top of the social hierarchy, the female of colour desires mediocrity. Her position as a part of the middle class is naturalized. &lt;br /&gt;Mulan is never an actual Princess, though she is marketed as one. She begins as a farmer’s daughter, becomes a soldier and then returns to her original position. She has no ambition in life but to bring honor to her family by maintaining the status quo. Through out the film, Mulan proves that she is capable of much more than her feminine gendered role. She fights as well, if not better, than the males in her regiment and even saves her general and the Emperor when she defeats the most feared Hun in China. However, when the Emperor offers her a position in his council she declines and says, “I think I’ve been away from home for far too long.” She then returns to her family and the film ends with the implication that her love interest will propose marriage to her. What Mulan teaches little girls is that they can do anything they put their mind to, but afterward they will realize that their rightful place is at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite defying stereotypes and omitting the subject of arranged marriage, The Princess And The Frog perpetuates the naturalization of females of colour in the working class. Tiana does dream of a higher position in society, but her dreams end at owning and running a restaurant. She is even willing to give up her dream to live as a frog when she saves Prince Naveen from a loveless marriage. She declares that she’d rather live as a frog and have her prince than accomplish her working class dream. Even when she marries Prince Naveen and turns into a human again, Tiana does not live in a castle like other Disney Princesses. Her dreams end with the working class. Wealth, even that gained through hard work and being at the bottom of the upper class, is beyond her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Disney Princesses of colour have abilities at their disposal. Unfortunately, the Princesses never use their abilities when it is important. They may be capable, but they are still powerless as females. The only time these females use their abilities is when they are working for the men in their lives. This is reminiscent of females of colour in Colonial travelogues and reports whose identities are created in relation to men (Green 704). They can be good, bad, exotic or innocent but each female of colour has her identity decided by the men around her. For instance, does she aid the man or seduce him? Does she adhere to her social role or defy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she chose sides, Pocahontas would be a great ally. She is incredibly athletic, stealthy and graceful. She climbs trees, jumps off waterfalls, rows through rapids and runs great distances. She is also contemplative and knowledgeable of her surroundings. However, Pocahontas only uses these abilities to play or help John Smith. She steers rapids during musical numbers, climbs trees when ignoring John Smith and jumps off waterfalls as an alternative to climbing down. When the situation calls for action Pocahontas is powerless. When Kocoum attacks John Smith, Pocahontas can’t even pull them apart. When John Smith is taken hostage she needs Nakoma’s help to see him. In the end, when Pocahontas “saves” the day, it is anticlimactic. After spending the entire film trying to understand her dreams she finally realizes what she must do to end the tensions around her. She runs and runs and then, when she reaches her destination, all she does is throw herself between her father’s club and John Smith’s head. All Pocahontas has realized is that she must save the man she loves, who ends up getting shot anyway when he saves her father. The one who truly ends the tension is the side character Thomas who forces the colonist Ratcliffe to leave the Natives’ land after he has unintentionally shot John Smith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Pocahontas, Jasmine is also quite capable, but only when it is unimportant. She can escape the palace, pole vault across roofs and manipulate men using her sexuality. When she escapes the palace it is so that she can be free of the burden of wealth. Later she gives up that freedom by revealing herself as Princess and commanding the royal guards to free Aladdin, making her feat useless. She doesn’t even save Aladdin when she reveals herself. The guards tell her that the order to arrest him was decreed by Jafar, the Sultan’s vizier. Her abilities are likewise nullified later in the film when she attempts to seduce Jafar to distract him from Aladdin’s presence. Her seduction is futile: Jafar sees Aladdin and traps Jasmine in an hourglass. Instead of saving Aladdin she becomes a typical damsel in distress. When Jasmine does successfully utilize her abilities there is no point. She pole vaults across a roof when she is with Aladdin but its only result is to impress him. She also seduces Aladdin for a short time when he is disguised as Prince Ali, but then it is only to reject his advances toward her. In the end, Jasmine has less agency than Pocahontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan is amazingly capable. She does her chores, kung fu and archery. She is graceful and strategically brilliant. Unfortunately, like the other two, all of her actions are either useless or aid men. Mulan’s first action is to find a husband. This is entirely for her family, specifically for her father. She even says this in the song “You’ll Bring Honor To Us All” when she asks her ancestors to aid her and “Keep [her] father standing tall!” When she bravely goes off to war, Mulan is still acting for her father. Everything she does is for him or her love interest, the General. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the film’s decisive battle, Mulan proves that she is also capable in the military. She defies her orders in order to shoot a bomb into the mountains, causing an avalanche that will wipe out the enemy army. The move seems to defeat the Huns and the army celebrates Mulan but the avalanche did not kill the Huns. It almost killed Mulan’s army, making the move nearly useless. In the process of “winning” the battle, Mulan also reveals herself as a woman. Her action then becomes completely useless as she is dishonoured and expelled from the army. Then, in the final battle, Mulan proves herself as an innovative warrior by defeating the Huns’ leader using only a fan and fireworks. However, she has done this for the Emperor, not herself. None of her actions are actually for herself or for her own advancement. In fact, when she is finally given a reward for her bravery, a medal and the Hun leader’s sword, Mulan returns home and gives it to her father. She, like the other Princesses of colour, can only act for the men in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the other Princesses of colour, Tiana is very capable. She works two jobs, cooks and survives living as a frog despite being hunted by crocodiles, humans and voodoo shadows. Tiana is also like the other Princesses in that she acts for the men in her life. She works two jobs and cooks in order to realize her father’s dream of opening a restaurant. Tiana reveals this throughout the movie, constantly repeating that she must buy her restaurant in order to fulfill “daddy’s dream” and make sure his hard work begets something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Mulan, Tiana does defeat the villain, Facilier. Once again, she does this for the Prince who has helped her realize that her restaurant is what she wants, not what she needs. What Tiana needs is love. Her triumph over Facilier is further diminished by the fact that he was not even a threat to her. Facilier did not try to kill her, he tried to bribe her with wealth. In comparison, the uneducated, comical humans hunting for frogs’ legs were a greater threat. Furthermore, while Tiana does defeat Facilier, she doesn’t get rid of him like Mulan does. The voodoo shadows that he utilized are the ones that end Facilier’s life; Tiana just ruins his evil plans by breaking a little talisman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney’s Princesses of colour are not perfect. They teach little girls of colour that they are exotic, oppressed, domestic, part of the working class and powerless. Fortunately, as time goes by and feminism becomes more widespread, the Disney Princesses, coloured or Caucasian, become more independent and positive. This is proven by the marked differences between Pocahontas, Aladdin, Mulan and The Princess And The Frog. Even the older Disney’s Princesses of Colour give little girls of colour one positive message: always be active. Even if it is your irrefutable destiny to be an oppressed domestic wife in a patriarchal society you must remain active. The Princesses of colour may not have used their abilities for self-advancement and they may have happily returned to domesticity but they each proved themselves capable and determined toward their goals: a hopeful message that little girls of colour can learn from and expand toward a more feminist reality and a more feminist Disney Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Works Cited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin. Dir. Ron Clements and John Musker. Walt Disney Pictures, 1992. Film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, Bernadette, “Islam, Women, and Western Responses: The &lt;br /&gt;Contemporary Relevance of Early Modern Investigations', Women's Studies, 38: 3, 273 — 292 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green, Rayna. "The Pocahontas Perplex: The Image of Indian Women in American Culture." The Massachusetts Review 16.4 (1975): 698-714. JSTOR. Web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurley, Dorothy L. "Seeing White: Children of Color and the Disney Fairy Tale Princess." The Journal of Negro Education 74.3 (2005): 221-32. JSTOR. Web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khandelwal, Meena. "Arranging Love: Interrogating the Vantage Point in Cross-Border Feminism." Signs: Journal of Women in Culture and Society 354.3 (2009). Chicago Journals. Web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan. Dir. Tony Bancroft and Barry Cook. Walt Disney Pictures, 1998. Film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinn, Irmgard. "From Exotic Harem Beauty To Islamic Fundamentalist. Women In Islam." The Islamic World and the West An Introduction to Political Cultures and International Relations (Social, Economic and Political Studies of the Middle East and Asia). Ed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Hafez and Mary Ann Kenny. New York: Brill Academic, 2000. 57-60. Print. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas. Dir. Mike Gabriel and Eric Goldberg. Walt Disney Pictures, 1995. Film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess and the Frog. Dir. Ron Clements and John Musker. Walt Disney Pictures, 2009. Film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said, Edward W. Orientalism. New York: Vintage, 1979. Print. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West, Carolyn M. "Mammy, Sapphire, and Jezebel: Historical images of Black women and their implications for psychotherapy." Psychotherapy 32.3 (1995): 458-66. www.drcarolynwest.com. Web. &lt;www.drcarolynwest.com/Portals/187/article_mammy-sapphire-jezebel.pdf -&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-823311701738080326?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/823311701738080326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-disney-essay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/823311701738080326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/823311701738080326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-disney-essay.html' title='My Disney essay!'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-8530423827152198741</id><published>2010-02-18T00:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:41:29.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>That's the end of my script. Hope you enjoyed! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-8530423827152198741?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/8530423827152198741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8530423827152198741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8530423827152198741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-498819768256457749</id><published>2010-02-18T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:40:41.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of credits?</title><content type='html'>Town square with Rose, Crantz, Guild and Stern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Why, hello there! I wonder if you could assist us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Good day to you, sir. And who might you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Our names are Rose and Crantz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Therefore that is we. Quite logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Are you Rose and Crantz though, or are you someone else? How are you to tell for self-assurance is not enough, it will abandon you when you are alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Why, our mothers named us as such, so we must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: But do mothers govern our beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: What a difficult question, it does not seem to lie within the realm of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, quite philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Truly if it is not logical then it must be philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: And therefore logically illogical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: And so... not in our jurisdiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;:     ... not in our jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: But to the prior question, what can we assist you with? If indeed one man may truly assist another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Truly a provocative question, Stern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: Truly, Guild, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, well we were wondering where the Southern Rock Taven is. My companion convincingly stated it must be south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Truly logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: But who are we to know what is south? Is not south relative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: To all other directions, logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Quite logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: Where is south? Are you south of me? Or are you west?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Why, south is opposite of where a compass points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, but is the compass broken? Who invented the compass and how is he to know what is South is? Your 'south' may be my 'north'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: If we speak different languages, surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: Do we not all speak a language of our own? For our connotations and    dialects are all each unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: But it is quite illogical that we may learn another language than that which we are taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: How does human learning work? Who are we to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, yes. And truly, who are we to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Why should one ask anything if it will never be answered? It's quite illogical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Quite! And so we return to the criminal dilemma. Oh, look Rose, the Southern Rock Tavern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Quite right, Crantz. We shall be seeing you then, good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: We may only hope to see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: And by hoping perhaps it shall come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: How truly philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Truly. And therefore... not in our jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;:           ... not in our jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-498819768256457749?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/498819768256457749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-credits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/498819768256457749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/498819768256457749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-credits.html' title='End of credits?'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-7105383132286055527</id><published>2010-02-18T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:37:32.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXXVI – On The Road</title><content type='html'>The four are on the road at the back of a wagon, looking at the city as they are driven away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: It’s a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What’s that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I would’ve liked her as my Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: She does seem surprisingly capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: We’ll be fine – we’re rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: We did make quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: And you still owe me money. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she holds her hand out&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taking her hand in his&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, that. That doesn’t matter – we’re getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Who’s getting married? I don’t understand the motives behind this marriage other than a cancellation of debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t love you. And you don’t love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: She has a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I beg to differ: he does love her. I can attest to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: And she loves me, she just doesn’t realize it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: How can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: That you love someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Why, that’s easy. You always want to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: We have yet to separate since meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: You feel funny around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well that certainly happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: But I thought it was just utter loathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You hurt me. You really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;) Maybe just indigestion…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (he kisses her) And now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well that’s not a very good cure for indigestion… also how dare you! Stop doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: No, dear: did you feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well… yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Then you do have some feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: And you’re quite sure it isn’t utter loathing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Well only you can really be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well there, you see? We’ll marry then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: We will? No, we won’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Why not! You have no reason not to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I certainly do! I have no idea what suitors await me out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: This is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Are you afraid of a little competition, Sir Night? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he takes Rani’s other hand and kisses it&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed – do! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he takes their hands apart&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What do you take me for! Kissing and touching! Is your hand still there? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he removes it, upset&lt;/span&gt;) Haven’t I a word in any of my own affairs? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She jumps off the wagon&lt;/span&gt;) Farewell the three of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Your bride is running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: You had better go after her if you want to live it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night jumps off the wagon and follows her&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You forgot your damned money. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He throws a purse at her&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t want your money. I have quite enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Right then, what do you want from me? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he picks up the purse&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stops to think&lt;/span&gt;) And apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: “Apology”! For what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Your time? What about mine! Anyway that purse you have is enough compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: This? Hardly – perhaps my chest of gold though. Oh! I left it on the wagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (he holds on to her) Yes, mine is there too. We’ll get them in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I’m sure I don’t know what you want me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt;) Nothing, I suppose. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he turns and walks toward where the wagon was&lt;/span&gt;) Blast! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he runs off&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: They’re gone! The bastards have stolen our share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: No! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She runs forward then stops, defeated. A pause.&lt;/span&gt;) I’ll have that purse now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Like Hell you will. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he walks&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: After my money, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Um…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I’m scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You thrive on fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Don’t joke! It gets dark in the forest… and I’m such a pretty girl, you know. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;) Aren’t you going to invite me to come with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I suppose I couldn’t have found them without you the first time around. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She gets excited and hugs him&lt;/span&gt;) Rani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Mm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You can let go now… you’re hurting me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Sorry. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she stops, arms still around him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Maybe just a little longer (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she hugs him again then jumps off&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You do want to rape me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I wouldn’t say “rape”… (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a look of horror&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, don’t get like that! I was joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Five feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Right. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he backs off&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits roll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-7105383132286055527?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/7105383132286055527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxvi-on-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7105383132286055527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7105383132286055527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxvi-on-road.html' title='Scene XXXVI – On The Road'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-6295534970428649349</id><published>2010-02-18T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:28:54.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXXV – Inside the castle corridors</title><content type='html'>Rani holds onto Nisus as a shield from Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I’ve never been inside the castle before… it’s so big and… stony…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You have been inside before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: The corridors of the dungeon do not count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: It’s the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ignoring them&lt;/span&gt;) We are to wait for the King and his advisor in here. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they enter a room&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gasps&lt;/span&gt;) So beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed, this is the advisor’s study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight:italic;"&gt;They sit for a while. Rani pulls two bags of gold from her pocket and begins counting&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;suspiciously&lt;/span&gt;) What’s that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;looking up&lt;/span&gt;) Money? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;turning around in her chair&lt;/span&gt;) My money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, well I knew that didn’t I? Where did you get if from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Miss Viera and Sir Eury, if you must know. Well don’t look at me like that; I didn’t steal it! Of course you would think so. They paid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, Sir Eury paid me to take you to his mansion,,, and Miss Viera to take you away from the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: How intriguing. Do elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Certainly. Sir Eury wanted Sir Night – that much is obvious. As for Miss Viera, she works for the crown. It seems that she was to keep watch on Sir Eury but when she learned that he would kidnap Princess Priti she had to take care of her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What does that have to do with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yes, you. Well, after the wedding you are to be exiled for treason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well you were seducing the Princess, weren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: She’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: So I am to be exiled? After all I have done for this Kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh – you’re upset. I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he rises&lt;/span&gt;) Of course I’m upset! Exiled! Well, what of it! Good that the crown knows of the Princess and I – it only makes this much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: And you’re not angry at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: No… no, of course not. I can appreciate your motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: That’s a relief because you still owe me money. Anger would just make it awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The King and advisor enter; the three rise and sit back down. The King sits down at the front of the room&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: It is good to see you return, Sir Nisus, Sir Night. I presume this is about your report?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: In Nisus’ case, certainly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: I sense his Muslim knavery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed. I am here to discuss the Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: Discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You are well aware of our brief affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Ahem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I admit it! The entire castle knew of it! Well, you see, your Highness… she broke my heart. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They all laugh&lt;/span&gt;) Well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: Spare us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed! You have no heart so why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I do have a heart, Rani…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: What he means to say, your Majesty, is that the Princess has clearly been compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes- of course! And if you don’t wish us to ruin the wedding, your reputation and your treaty with Prince Azul’s kingdom, you’ll compensate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: Ha! What’s to stop me from having Sir Nisus kill you on the spot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well, we have another heartbroken soul in the church pews just waiting to release his anguish and tarnish the Princess’ purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What’s this ‘we’ business? Am I involved in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well, of course, as my fiancée –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Whaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rising&lt;/span&gt;) You come on the day of my daughter’s wedding…. To blackmail me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well… yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rising as well&lt;/span&gt;) And implicating me! And trying to marry me to escape your debt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Hardly – I’ll soon have more than enough money to pay you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Now I’m confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Nisus. Kill him and the accomplices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I’m afraid I cannot do that, Sir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: What! Have you been converted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: No, Sire. It’s just that… despite Sir Night’s attempt to save my reputation, I am also an accomplice. I have witnessed your daughters shameful behaviour with the two men in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps we can skip all the chatter and discuss sums? That is, if you don’t want Prince Azul’s father to find out about your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: You realize you will no longer be held as Knights nor will you welcome in this Kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I apparently wasn’t anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Now, see here! I defy my culpability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You’ll be arrested for breaking into the castle anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I demand my share of gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt;) Of course you do. Let’s go over the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: God damned Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-6295534970428649349?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/6295534970428649349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxv-inside-castle-corridors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6295534970428649349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6295534970428649349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxv-inside-castle-corridors.html' title='Scene XXXV – Inside the castle corridors'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-8625982676010758682</id><published>2010-02-18T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:23:01.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXXIV - the front gate of the castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Good day to you, Rose n Crantz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Eury! How nice to see you again! Surely you're not here for the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: He couldn't be. He's outlawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Why, of course. As returning here would mean certain doom, it would only be illogical for Eury to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Quite illogical. Therefore Eury could not have returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: But you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, but who are we to say I am Eury? It is an assumption of my very  existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Quite right, quite right. How philosophical of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: And so it is philisophical. And therefore... not in our jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;:            not in our jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I'll be going forward then. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he enters the gate&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, Crantz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Criminals commit crimes although it is illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, Crantz, we had established that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: So then, logically, if we use the criminal as a parallel of Eury, he certainly could have returned, and in such committed a crime, although it is illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Quite right, Crantz, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: So we should stop him from going any further, should we not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Another pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, but a criminal is just a person until proven guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: How true, yes, quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: And therefore that man is only Eury once proven. It's only logical, my dear fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, yes. Quite right, Rose, quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They resume their positions. A pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: It was quite nice seeing Eury again, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, yes indeed, Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-8625982676010758682?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/8625982676010758682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxiv-front-gate-of-castle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8625982676010758682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8625982676010758682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxiv-front-gate-of-castle.html' title='Scene XXXIV - the front gate of the castle'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-8615837570366127489</id><published>2010-02-18T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:19:23.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXXIII – The next morning, downstairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: will you come back with us, Sir Eury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, I really couldn’t I’ve been banished. Anyway there’s nothing left for me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps I could retract my accusation against you all those years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Don’t be ridiculous, Sir Nisus. You’d lose credibility. And look at my life here! I have more than any Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed, Sir Eury. I only hoped – well, perhaps you’d permit me to visit you from time to time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He smiles&lt;/span&gt;) I’d enjoy that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Upstairs in Night’s room; Rani screams&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: My purity! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she kicks Night repeatedly, trying to get him out of the bed&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grabbing his wound&lt;/span&gt;) Ow! Stop that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: How dare you! What  what did you do to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well… first I got you drunk on wine (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she gasps&lt;/span&gt;) then I stripped you naked (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she pulls the covers over her self, fully clothed&lt;/span&gt;) and… well you know the age old story. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she screams&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, do shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she bawls&lt;/span&gt;) Did you reeally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Of course not! You’re perfectly fine. You crawled into my bed last night. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he rubs his eyes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inconsolable&lt;/span&gt;) I – I don’t believe you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Of course you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nisus and Eury enter&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What’s happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bawling again&lt;/span&gt;) This is a house of SIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chuckling&lt;/span&gt;) Well done, Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rising&lt;/span&gt;) How late is it? We must hurry to Princess Priti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I suppose I shall prepare a carriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: But what good will it do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Much good. I have a plan – but Sir Eury, I could use your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. We are going to see the King – about his daughter’s behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, perhaps she might still be profitable. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he and Nisus leave&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pulling her out of bed&lt;/span&gt;) Come on now, we have to hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sniffling&lt;/span&gt;) I don’t wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Too bad… Look, I honestly, on my Knight’s honor, did nothing to you last night. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he kisses her&lt;/span&gt;) Now let’s go. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She is shocked for a moment then starts bawling again&lt;/span&gt;) Oh for God’s sake here I am dragging you along again! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He pushes her through the door&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-8615837570366127489?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/8615837570366127489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxiii-next-morning-downstairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8615837570366127489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8615837570366127489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxiii-next-morning-downstairs.html' title='Scene XXXIII – The next morning, downstairs'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-6246382883078242601</id><published>2010-02-18T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:14:30.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXXII – Rani’s room</title><content type='html'>Night, who had fallen asleep, wakes up, crosses to Rani’s bed and feels her breath etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Rani? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he shakes her&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Mmm…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: So tired.. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she shoos him away&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;looking at her, leans forward then pulls back&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, God dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Shh, shh! Rani sleeps now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What are you doing here? Or rather, what have you done to Rani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Is she all right? I was coming to see her. (he crosses to the bed) She should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You drugged her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: It was not meant for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Of course you. By the time you woke up I would’ve been gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;turning Eury to face him&lt;/span&gt;) Why? Why won’t you let me marry Priti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: You know very well why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he softens&lt;/span&gt;) Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kissing him&lt;/span&gt;) Night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leaning away&lt;/span&gt;) You know I don’t feel that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I know… now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: It was just that one time in Knight School…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt;) … no straight Knights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I am straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;patronizing&lt;/span&gt;) Yes, of course you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: If I was gay then how could I be in love with (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stopping himself&lt;/span&gt;) – Princess Priti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt;) Wow. Really? We’re going with that then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Did you think otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Well – did you? Farewell, Sir Night… and good luck to you. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Bye bye, Sir Eury…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, do shut up. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he yawns&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night leaves. We follow him down the hall to his own bedroom where he turns off the lights and goes to sleep. A few minutes pass; Nisus enters and sits down on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury, I – I let you think I was jealous of you when I saw you… and Sir Night. I wasn’t – it was Sir Night that I was jealous of. I love you, don’t you see? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He kisses Night&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: … Rani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: “Rani”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waking&lt;/span&gt;) Nisus?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Night! Eugh! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he gets up and starts coughing&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Stop coughing you ass! How could you be choking when I had the tongue down my throat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I thought you were –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury is the next door down! Now leave me to sleep. Bastard. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he turns over&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Night, I’m terribly… terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, yes I know you are. Now go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sitting on the bed&lt;/span&gt;) I- I won’t tell a soul about… you know, what you said… if you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You’d better not it’s none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;regaining his confidence&lt;/span&gt;) Of course I already knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he rises&lt;/span&gt;) Impossible! How could you know if I didn’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Oh… because you’re an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sarcastically&lt;/span&gt;) No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Ah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he rises&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I thought you said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh don’t jump to conclusions. He came in here thinking I was you. Confessed his love and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Ah… I wanted to inform your of the Princess’ departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: It seems he, Viera and Princess Priti are nowhere to be found. Alone with two of my horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he gets out of bed&lt;/span&gt;) We must find them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: What difference does it make? We’ve lost! In any case she’s no longer the sought after object, is she, Sir Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Of course she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Must we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I have to be rich, dammit! It’s all I’ve ever aspired to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, well, now you have a new aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: That requires wealth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, he has a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rani enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You lot are so noisy! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She falls a bit, Eury catches her&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You shouldn’t be out of bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Right. Miss Rani, you should get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I’m awake now (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she falls again&lt;/span&gt;) ish. (she yawns) What were you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Viera, Princess Priti and Prince Azul have run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she sits on the bed&lt;/span&gt;) That’s nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: “Nice”? What do you mean “nice”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well the two of you don’t deserve her, do you? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she closes her eyes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I suppose not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she falls on the bed&lt;/span&gt;) And how happy could two gay Knight be married to a princess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I’m not gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: And we did accomplish our goal of bringing the Princess back to the castle – sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You see, now everything is back to normal (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she curls up under the covers&lt;/span&gt;). The Princess is marrying her original fiancée and (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yawning&lt;/span&gt;) the three of you are reunited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: She’s right, Sir Night. Perhaps we should leave it here for the night – at least until we’re well rested. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he yawns&lt;/span&gt;) It’s late. Good night. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Sir Eury, wait! I must speak with you (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he goes out after him&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crossing to sit on the bed&lt;/span&gt;) Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Mmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rubbing his eyes&lt;/span&gt;) What about our plan? And the money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, I have quite enough from Miss Viera and Sir Eury to get me through some time. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rising, eyes still closed&lt;/span&gt;) You still owe me though. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: From Viera and Eury? What? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he yawns&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, now I’m sleepy. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he lies down&lt;/span&gt;) Get out of my bed, you! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he tries to kick her out&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Wah! I’m too tired! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she kicks him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Your purity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rising, eyes still closed again&lt;/span&gt;) My purity! I must get out! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she stretches out her arms&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, don’t bother (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he pulls her back down and they fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-6246382883078242601?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/6246382883078242601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxii-ranis-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6246382883078242601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6246382883078242601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxii-ranis-room.html' title='Scene XXXII – Rani’s room'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-8591472119084558669</id><published>2010-02-17T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:22:14.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXXI – Priti’s room</title><content type='html'>She is reading. There is a knock at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: &gt;ahem&lt; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I do not know who “me” is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I- It is Prince Azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: It’s perfectly improper for you to be alone with me in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: That’s why he brought me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I see. Come in then (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They enter&lt;/span&gt;) Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Well – you see, I… it’s very difficult to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: You’ve come here because you’re madly in love and want to marry me on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They sit down&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Well you are quite beautiful… and I certainly am attracted to you – especially after that display at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I see. Continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I come to propose that we marry each other, as originally planned. You see, I know politics and form but I do not have your iron fist. I believe we would complement each other quite nicely and that, perhaps, one day, we ma grow to love each other… immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Prince Azul, you are quite eloquent when needs be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he takes her hand&lt;/span&gt;) I do hope you will accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she softens&lt;/span&gt;) Of course. But there is the problem of my other two suitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: I believe I may be of assistance there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-8591472119084558669?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/8591472119084558669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxi-pritis-room-she-is-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8591472119084558669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8591472119084558669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxxi-pritis-room-she-is-reading.html' title='Scene XXXI – Priti’s room'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-1989295160237631544</id><published>2010-02-17T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:57:21.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXX – The staircase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seeing Rani drudge up the stairs&lt;/span&gt;) Rani? Are you all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, Sir Night. Yes, yes I’m fine. Just so… very (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yawning&lt;/span&gt;) tired… (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she falls asleep&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lifting her&lt;/span&gt;) Really you’re such a strange girl. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He piggy backs her up the stairs, limping then lays her down in a room&lt;/span&gt;) Rani? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no reply; he feels her breath, hesitates then feels her heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;) Are you sure you’re all right? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he shakes her; nothing; he goes across the room and sits down&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Back at the staircase, Eury is walking up –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from offscreen&lt;/span&gt;) Eury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, yes. Sir Nisus – you wanted to speak with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Yes… you see… I wanted to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Whatever for, Sir Nisus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lowering his head&lt;/span&gt;) You know why, don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: You were just doing what you thought right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt;) No, Eury! I was jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: “Jealous”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-1989295160237631544?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/1989295160237631544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxx-staircase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/1989295160237631544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/1989295160237631544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxx-staircase.html' title='Scene XXX – The staircase'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-3786533719685310244</id><published>2010-02-13T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:17:33.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXIX – Dinner</title><content type='html'>An awkward silence. Guild enters with bowls of soup and serves them, Stern following behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: And here is my special soup! Do enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: And my biscuits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They leave&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Guild’n’Stern are my personal assistants. I really couldn’t live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: And wonderful chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tasting&lt;/span&gt;) Ah! I’ve never had anything so good in all my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: It really is quite good, don’t you think Sir –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to Azul&lt;/span&gt;) You really do stare, don’t you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blushing&lt;/span&gt;) Ah – I’m terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;) While I suppose I could forgive you this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: It’s as though he’s never seen a woman before in his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I’m very sorry, Miss Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, it’s all right. It actually saves me a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: In any case you’re – well, you’re… all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to Nisus&lt;/span&gt;) He’s really trying though, isn’t he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Trying, certainly… ah, that reminds me. Sir Eury, if I could see you privately later on this evening…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t see why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Another awkward silence&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Really! How long are we going to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Do what, Sir Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You all know very well what I mean! This – charade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Really, Sir Night. Such outbursts are not how I taught you to be a Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: No, such outbursts are certainly not what you taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: If you’d like to have all out, Sir Night, then by all means have all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I sense tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still eating&lt;/span&gt;) Well done, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still looking at Eury&lt;/span&gt;) Princess Priti, you know he does not love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I do not. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;) Well, in any case what’s the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;turning now&lt;/span&gt;) “What’s the difference”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she rises&lt;/span&gt;) You don’t love me either, do you? And he at least has the brains to be able to carry out his plans, which makes him a much better Prince than you, which is better for the Kingdom. Yes, I have some sense. The lot of you enjoy me as a fool, do you not? Know this, both you and you, Eury. I’m done with this ‘charade’ as you call it. If one of you truly wishes to marry me – and that includes you, Prince Azul, know that you shall have no power as Prince or King. I fully intend to inherit and rule. You will simply act as a figure head and a gene pool. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;) I wouldn’t mind her ruling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I’m suddenly very attracted to Princess Priti. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, it’s gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I’ve never known the Princess to be so –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed. Well, in any case it changes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: You are incorrigible, Sir Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Not incorrigible. Determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: “Delusional”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Why, yes. He’s obviously just displacing strong emotions for – well, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! I’m intrigued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed, do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gravely&lt;/span&gt;) Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Oh for Heaven’s sake! It really is a trial to be sane! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: He seems so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;peeping through&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, Miss Viera – if we could see you for a moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, of course. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Well, Miss Rani. May I inquire what it is you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, you know… this and that (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she yawns&lt;/span&gt;). Oh, it seems the journey was much more exhaustive than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps we should cut dinner short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, but I was so looking forward to dessert I don’t normally eat this well, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Of course. I believe we are only having tea and crumpets tonight, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she jumps up&lt;/span&gt;) I seem to be much too tired! I’m off! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she runs out&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I’ll be going too then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sadly&lt;/span&gt;) Of course, Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night leaves, Viera enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury…. There’s been a slight problem with your plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Well, it seems Guild put his “special” powder into Rani’s dish instead of Sir Night’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rubbing his forehead&lt;/span&gt;) A head ache…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-3786533719685310244?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/3786533719685310244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxix-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3786533719685310244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3786533719685310244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxix-dinner.html' title='Scene XXIX – Dinner'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-1358021731362213464</id><published>2010-02-13T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:02:52.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXVIII – Eury’s mansion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I’m not sure I like roses over orchids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: No roses, then. Have you chosen your dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I’d like the one with 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from offscreen&lt;/span&gt;) Viera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;moving toward him&lt;/span&gt;) Yes, Eury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I demand to know what you think you are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Well, Eury, I am helping your fiancée plan your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: You know that I don’t plan on going through with this marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Then why are you humiliating the child? Are you jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: “Jealous”? Hardly, darling! It is not her I wish to humiliate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Do not behave foolishly, Viera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: I must go assist Princess Priti now, Eury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She leaves, Guild’n’Stern enter&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury! The parishioner has been notified and will be here tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Contacting the parishioner took you three hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, well, you see, Sir Eury, he’s very philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Metaphilosophical, even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They laugh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt;) What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: That’s quite a good play on words, Guild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Why thank you, Stern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed. Listen, you two. I need you to go back and tell the parishioner not to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: “Not to come”! Why, Sir Eury, have the two of you had a quarrel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Hardly, Stern. I haven’t seen the girl all evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t understand, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: My dear boys, have you ever seen me in any way interested in such a creature as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Why no, Sir – but a man change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed: a man can change and as far as you’re concerned I have changed my position on this marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: Well, then I suppose we shall see you in another thee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They reluctantly leave; there is a knock at the door, Eury opens it&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;) Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Now, really, would I tell you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pushing his way through&lt;/span&gt;) Princess Priti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to the rest&lt;/span&gt;) Won’t you come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;curtseying&lt;/span&gt;) Why, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They enter&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Nisus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: We were just about o have dinner. Don’t worry, I’ve had your places set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Then… you knew we were coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night reenters the room, dragging Priti by the arm&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Let go of me! Eury, help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: We’ll be going now, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, but dinner –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Rani, let’s go! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He moves toward the door, Eury stops him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Stay the night, Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They all chuckle, Night gets upset&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: And… if you still feel the same tomorrow you may have Princess Priti without argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Eury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Deal! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They shake hands&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;entering&lt;/span&gt;) Dinner is served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Shall we? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He holds his arm out for Rani, who takes it&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh – Prince Azul! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He has been staring at Priti&lt;/span&gt;) Prince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waking up&lt;/span&gt;) Ah, yes, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They leave&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-1358021731362213464?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/1358021731362213464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxviii-eurys-mansion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/1358021731362213464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/1358021731362213464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxviii-eurys-mansion.html' title='Scene XXVIII – Eury’s mansion'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-3919202835172735051</id><published>2010-02-13T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:57:46.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXVII – The forest</title><content type='html'>Night and Rani are riding on the horse, the other two follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Mmm, it’s so nice to rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: If you are so rested perhaps you’d let someone else ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she dismounts&lt;/span&gt;) Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seeing Azul is tired&lt;/span&gt;) The Prince, I think, should wish to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: What? No! I’m not tired. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smiling proudly at Rani&lt;/span&gt;) Not at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I think perhaps you should rest, Prince Azul. You are royalty: it’s not proper for you to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, but I –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Better to be resting now that to be tired on one’s wedding night, Prince Azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Ah – I see what you mean! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he mounts&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: That’s one way to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I feel violated. I knew I’d feel violated when this all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yawning&lt;/span&gt;) It’s getting dark – will we arrive soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed, does anyone actually know where we’re going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: would I take you somewhere without knowing where it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I can believe you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed, didn’t we begin this journey that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Where are we going then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: It’s that mansion atop the hill there. The locals are very informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: They know him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well, apparently he’s the richest man here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Rich! Oh, Sir Eury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &amp; Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Rani, I – (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they stop and look at each other; Night turns away&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Rani, I think perhaps we should be formally engaged before we enter this man “Eury’s” mansion. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he comes off the horse and takes her hand&lt;/span&gt;) Come with me, please. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they go into the wood&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: What could they possibly do? Listen, when we go, I’d like to speak with Eury privately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the bushes –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, Prince Azul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: You know quite well how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Aww, yeah: you’re so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the road – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Just for five minutes I –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t know what he sees in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed but –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: She’s not very clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the bushes –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: So now I come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Mhmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: In all sincerity…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the road –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: It’s just that we have some business –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: She’s not even that good looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sighs, pauses&lt;/span&gt;) She’s pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Average, I’d say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the bushes –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, this is embaressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: It’s ok. Continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the road – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: She’s gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Pretty, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the bushes –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Rani…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the road –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;) A Goddess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Exceptional! … at most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the bushes –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the road –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;realizing&lt;/span&gt;) Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the bushes – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Ah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the road –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: By God, he’s got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the bushes –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Ah? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she listens&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Rani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Wait! Shh… did you hear that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Hear what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I think I just heard my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I should think so, I just said it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: No, no, not you. It was Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;entering&lt;/span&gt;) Rani! I have to talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I just felt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Angry&lt;/span&gt;) Felt what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Giving a sidelong glare at him then turning back to Rani&lt;/span&gt;) I can feel… A realization… coming on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What’s wrong with a realization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: This one isn’t good – I can tell. I think it’s one of those realizations that can jeopardize our mission – our original plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, God! Is it morality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: What is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ignoring him&lt;/span&gt;) I don’t know but let’s hurry before something goes wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They leave&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Wait! What!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He follows&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-3919202835172735051?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/3919202835172735051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxvii-forest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3919202835172735051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3919202835172735051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxvii-forest.html' title='Scene XXVII – The forest'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-2119119848371040330</id><published>2010-02-13T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:50:31.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXVI – Nighttime.</title><content type='html'>Guild’n’Stern open the gates to Eury’s mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: This way, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They enter, Viera follows&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Guild’n’Stern will take you to your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh but Eury, I wish to stay with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Before the wedding wouldn’t be proper, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Eury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, Eury! Don’t call us both “dear”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, forgive me, my (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;focusing&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. What did you want to say, Viera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: I was just wondering, Eury, when the wedding was to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Ah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Tomorrow! Eury, let’s be married as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: “Tomorrow”!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Guild! Stern! Contact the nearest parishioner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;: Yes ma’am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: I shall make arrangements for the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Threateningly&lt;/span&gt;) Viera…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Very good, girl. Come with me (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they leave&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: … a head ache…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-2119119848371040330?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/2119119848371040330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxvi-nighttime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2119119848371040330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2119119848371040330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxvi-nighttime.html' title='Scene XXVI – Nighttime.'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-2273017643774104087</id><published>2010-02-13T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:48:23.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXV – Night et al have reached the coast.</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They exit the boat&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Rani, you must be tired. Allow me to assist you (He offers his hand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, thank you. I am quite sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The other two also come out&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps we should rest at an inn tonight? You can change your bandages as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: No – we must take the Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: She’s not in any danger, Sir Night. We have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: They are planning to be married! We do not know how soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: It couldn’t be that soon, Sir Night. You know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: It’s all right, I can go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: But Rani…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Why don’t we take a horse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I’m afraid being kidnapped has left me penniless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I’ll get back to you once I’ve been paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I do have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, as a Knight, I will offer my services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You’re wonderful, Sir Nisus! Thank you! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she hugs him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you, Sir Nisus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Why are you thanking me, Prince Azul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Why, I must thank you for my future wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: How devoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Do you not have someone you care for, Sir Nisus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I do, Prince Azul. But that person has never noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps you should look toward women. Woman to be more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Who? Princess Priti? She’s beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Hmm… can’t think of who… (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Azul laughs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well! I’ll just get my horse! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She turns and sees one&lt;/span&gt;) Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: A horse for the lady? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He helps her up behind him&lt;/span&gt;) I never said I couldn’t pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Wait, you’ve had money this whole time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;) That was nice of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Very out of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I’m still a Knight – can we perhaps remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t know. I have trouble remembering things that don’t concern me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You’re contradicting yourself again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They move forward, the other two follow behind&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-2273017643774104087?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/2273017643774104087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxv-night-et-al-have-reached.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2273017643774104087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2273017643774104087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxv-night-et-al-have-reached.html' title='Scene XXV – Night et al have reached the coast.'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-4904183837664208493</id><published>2010-02-13T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:44:36.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXIV - At the Coast With Eury et al</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Ah! Land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: And where to now, Eury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Now, my love, we go to my mansion. It is about a half day’s trip from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Look! There is Guild with the carriage now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Who is riding with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;recognizing the second person&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, God, spare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pulling up to them&lt;/span&gt;) Good day to you, Sir Eury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Why, Guild, is Stern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: He wished to come for the air, Sir, and as he had no prior engagements, I consented to his joining me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: You see, Sir Eury, one person alone cannot affirm his own existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: So how may one truly know he exists if he does not have another to confirm himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: It’s truly very philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: Truly, Stern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Well boys, do you see, hear, smell and feel yourselves? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They think for a while and then nod&lt;/span&gt;) Then you exist. Let us go. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He goes into the carriage with the girls&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;: Very logical, Guild – very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guild&lt;/span&gt;: And as such… not in our jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt;   … not in our jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They ride off&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-4904183837664208493?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/4904183837664208493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxiv-at-coast-with-eury-et-al.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4904183837664208493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4904183837664208493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxiv-at-coast-with-eury-et-al.html' title='Scene XXIV - At the Coast With Eury et al'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-7628965208948432898</id><published>2010-02-13T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:42:12.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXIII - On the row boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! We have been rowing all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps we should rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes! I am a lady! I was not meant for such things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You are not a lady! Stop trying to be one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: … I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: She is a lady and you shall not treat her otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps we should take a break, Sir Night: your wound is starting to bleed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;) All right, then. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They break and relax. A Pause.&lt;/span&gt;) And I’m sorry, Rani. I’m a little overexcited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I’ve grown quite tired of your apologies, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well stop giving me a reason to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: If it were my behaviour you were apologizing for, you wouldn’t be apologizing to me, would you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I certainly could: Rani, I am terribly sorry that you are such a fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, but that would imply that you caused my foolishness. So it’s your fault in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I am quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Come, Prince Azul. You may have my shoulder to rest on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Azul leans on his shoulder and closes his eyes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, let’s sleep. If Sir Night wishes to move forward he may get out and push the boat himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Are they already asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: it seems that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Good then. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whispering&lt;/span&gt;) Where is my pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Also whispering&lt;/span&gt;) I'm sorry, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I do believe that it is next to impossible for you to have not heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I heard you. How could you expect me to have your pay now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;:I’ve done two jobs for you and now you expect a third without pay? It’s perfectly ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You will receive your pay when we are finished with this entire business, do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, as I said: it’s next to impossible for me not to –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I understand that you’re heartbroken, Sir Night, but perhaps – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: “Heartbroken”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You should really get your hearing checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I heard what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well then you should stop acting as though you cannot hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I am not “heartbroken”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Now you’re just a deaf man in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Ha! “Denial”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes! In fact I think you might be a little delirious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: “Delirious” now? Oh, silly Rani. Listen, I may as well tell you for you are quite possibly the only person in this world who would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I’m not sure if that’s an insult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: It’s not, I assure you. The truth is I never was in love with Princess Priti! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She slaps him&lt;/span&gt;) What was that for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I felt it was the appropriate response. Now continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well… (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he rubs his cheek&lt;/span&gt;) she’s young, simple and easily manipulated. The easiest way to power. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she slaps him again&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: That one was most certainly called for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rubbing&lt;/span&gt;) Quite right. By moral standards I am a cur. But morality has given me nothing – just as it has given you. When I found out that she was to be married I decided to kidnap her and force a marriage on her father. If that didn’t work I’d ransom her and if that still did not come to fruition I’d simply sell all her jewels and sail to another land. Denmark, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, don’t go there. I have heard tales of it smelling quite foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Does my story not shock you in the least?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: “Shock”! Of course not! Your hypocrisy inspires me! You and I are the same “Sir” Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes! And I am happy to help you become royalty for then I shall have my living and my pay through blackmail! Come, dear boy, let us row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed! Let’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-7628965208948432898?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/7628965208948432898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxiii-on-row-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7628965208948432898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7628965208948432898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxiii-on-row-boat.html' title='Scene XXIII - On the row boat'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-7447330456449356776</id><published>2010-02-13T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:36:21.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXII – The cabin</title><content type='html'>Eury is asleep at the side of the bed; Priti and Viera are asleep in the corner and Night on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rising&lt;/span&gt;) Ah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;also rising&lt;/span&gt;) Sir Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jumping out of bed, still somewhat injured&lt;/span&gt;) Sir Eury! You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Do you feel better then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: … yes. Thank you. Where is the Princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt;) Princess! Are you all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Perfectly. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;turning back&lt;/span&gt;) I am taking the Princess with me, Sir Eury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: That’s perfectly all right with me, Sir Night, but I think you’ll find that she is unwilling to part with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: It’s true, Sir Night. Please leave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury signals Viera and she leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I’m in love, Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. With me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: It was once that way. But I am now in love with Eury (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she runs to his side&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: But we were to be married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, well, now I plan to marry Eury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Do you jest? That’s impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;insulted&lt;/span&gt;) How so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Because he –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Night! I do think that you should be on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: “One my way”? Princess, it seems I will have to kidnap you into your rightful place. And then perhaps you shall… ‘rediscover’ your love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Night, I –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Viera returns with the Captain and a crew mate&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: The stowaway! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He holds Night&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Capt&lt;/span&gt;: It’s time to leave my light-pursed friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They take him into a small boat with the others&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You’re alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Good day to you, Sir Nisus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: please, don’t be so cold, Sir Eury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Princess Priti, I implore you to please come with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Princess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Is that her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the boat begins to drift&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Goodbye, Sir Night! I do not regret having known you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: “Known” you? Like… Biblical “known”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, what do you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I “know” no man, sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Rani, perhaps we should leave him be. He has been deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh… yes, I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause; Night is on the verge of tears; a further pause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Ni-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;loudly&lt;/span&gt;) That bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I do believe he’s all right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Night, do you feel that that language is appropriate around a lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh it’s all right, I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What lady! Oh, yes, Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I should think I would qualify!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he smirks&lt;/span&gt;) I’m not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Wait – are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I am terribly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What is going on in your head, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Come, come, people! We have a new mission at hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: We do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes! Follow that boat! We are going to take back Princess Priti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I thought we were already doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Rescuing her, yes. But now we are kidnapping her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Again? But I was even paid the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: “The first time”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What? “First time”? Whatever do you speak of, Sir Nisus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Am I the only one rowing then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the other boat -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Eury… you don’t really intend to marry the girl, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Of course not. I only wish for Sir Night to stop this silly charade of his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Priti Enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, Eury! Just one more day until we are home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I’m so glad we were able to get rid of Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Are you, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, yes! He was terribly heartbroken, to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Eury! Oh well, no need to be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I am not jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to Viera&lt;/span&gt;) You! Do fetch us some tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: What!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;picking up Priti and shoving her into the room&lt;/span&gt;) Come. And shut your silly little mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-7447330456449356776?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/7447330456449356776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxii-cabin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7447330456449356776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7447330456449356776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxii-cabin.html' title='Scene XXII – The cabin'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-7455703520106434401</id><published>2010-02-11T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:56:53.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XXI – The cabin</title><content type='html'>Eury I seating over the bed. Priti is on the other side, watching Night &amp; Eury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: What a dilemma! (pause) Oh, my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Am I meant to inquire further?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: You are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;indulging&lt;/span&gt;) What ever is the matter, Princess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, Eury! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she throws herself at him&lt;/span&gt;) I know not where my heart lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I believe, if you have one, it should be right here (he pokes her chest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Ah! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She pulls away&lt;/span&gt;) Really! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She looks between him and Night&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: If you mean to say that you cannot decide whether to lover me or Sir Night, I shall make your decision all the more simple (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he looks at Night&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: If you mean to tell me again that you hate me, Eury –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I beg your pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Simply put, I would rather you torment me with your affections than Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, Eury! And admission at last! My unwavering heart has finally touched you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Quite right, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: But whatever shall I do about Sir Night: he loves me so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rising, feverish&lt;/span&gt;) Rani… Rani…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: “Rani”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: What! Unfaithful-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You impudent and intolerable wretch I shall throw you to the dogs! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he falls back to the bed&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt;) Just anger then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: What language! I daresay I should never have loved that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I daresay he should never have loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: What’s that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Viera enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: How is the patient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Still feverish, darling Viera, but he should be fine in the morning. May I speak to you in private?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Why of course! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She follows him out the door and sticks her tongue out at Priti&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: There have been some recent developments that certainly aid our objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Wonderful! What are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: The Princess has fallen in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, sweet Eury. I could have told you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, well, it seems our Princess has openly declared her love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! So then it isn’t necessary to take her any further. We can leave her in the care of Sir Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Don’t be ridiculous: the girl is as fickle as she is rich. If we leave her now she will simply fall back into love with Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps you give Sir Night too much credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The other room -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Did anyone else hear Sir Night yelling at me just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: You must certainly be in love, little miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I thought he was dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: He had better not die before I’m paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: “Paid”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes… for, uh… paying his ship ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: We are stowaways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: No, no, I mean the other ship we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: “Other ship”? What other ship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: The- the ship across the lake of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: You took a footbridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: It was before we met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Do you think me dense, Miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes… no… Perhaps we should throw you into the water and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Calm down, both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You don’t understand, Prince: there will be blood tea and crumpets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I do believe your imagination does you the most harm in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Why does he treat me so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps we should all of us go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh no! How could I sleep with two men in the room! I should be branded a whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I assure you, you are perfectly safe with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I shall never let anything harm you, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I shall never let anything harm me. The two of you may sleep on that side of the room. (S&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he pushes them to a small dining area&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-7455703520106434401?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/7455703520106434401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxi-cabin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7455703520106434401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7455703520106434401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xxi-cabin.html' title='Scene XXI – The cabin'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-450177269835684070</id><published>2010-02-11T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:41:32.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XX – Back in the cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Stowaways, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: They mean to kick them off at the nearest port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Couldn’t they just go the whole way? Why must the rest of us be delayed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: It seems one of them is injured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I see. Let them bring the stowaway here. I shall look at him. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Viera leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Do you know medicine, Eury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: You are ever so talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Young lady, I thought you were engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Prince Azul… is not the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I was not referring to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Captain enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Capt&lt;/span&gt;: Well, sir, here is the injured stowaway – though I’d rather you allow me to leave him at the next port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Nonsense, bring him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They carry in Night&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with a sigh of relief&lt;/span&gt;) Princess. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;recovering&lt;/span&gt;) Where is my sword? Come, Sir Eury! This ridiculous chase shall be brought to a close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pitifully&lt;/span&gt;) Night, save your strength. You may challenge me when you are better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He helps him to the bed and begins to clean his wound&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;raising himself&lt;/span&gt;) I cannot accept aid form a criminal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Holding him&lt;/span&gt;) Please, Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Princess… (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he lies back&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In another room -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Do you think Sir Night is doing all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t see why not. He is with a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I wish you wouldn’t think of him so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: How fickle is a woman’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What do you know of a woman’s heart? My heart is constant! It has but one master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eager&lt;/span&gt;) Who, dear Rani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, do I have to say it? Money, of course. Why, I though it obvious enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rising&lt;/span&gt;) I shall replace it, Rani! You may have all my wealth and more! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he kisses her hand&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes… yes I think I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Well that worked out quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I’d like to go outside. Can we go outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: They’ve locked us in here until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Don’t you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: See what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: We are human sacrifices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Might I request exclusion from the following tangent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: They’ve locked us away and they’re taking us away! One by one they’ll sacrifice us to the Sea God while they eat their blood stained crumpets and tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: How barbaric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Savage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: How amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, poor unfortunate, Sir Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: We must rescue him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Dear me, assuming the aforementioned sacrifice theory is true, he should already be devoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: “Devoured”? By the Sea God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Or something far worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-450177269835684070?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/450177269835684070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xx-back-in-cabin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/450177269835684070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/450177269835684070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xx-back-in-cabin.html' title='Scene XX – Back in the cabin'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-3375118871850874057</id><published>2010-02-09T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:13:50.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XIX – The ship's hull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Groaning&lt;/span&gt;) Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;looking about&lt;/span&gt;) I do wish you’d be more quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: His wound must be tended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to Night&lt;/span&gt;) Hey, are you okay? You’re burning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I feel as though I’m freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You’re burning, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, thank you for restating the acknowledged fact, now if you’d please allow me to simply suffer without your incessant chatter I’d very much consider myself indebted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You’re being cruel to me again, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: He needs a physician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: It’d be better if we simply tell the ship’s captain and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: But Princess Priti –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: - would prefer a living fiancée, I’m sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Azul leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Rani…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: After all, being only engaged doesn’t guarantee her receiving any of your estate. Then again she is a princess and you are the one marrying above rank… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You were so close to enciting within me some sort of positive emotion toward you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Dashed away, how tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Where is the Prince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: He left for the Captain during your… thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Azul returns&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: There they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t see anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, right. You did say you were blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t see what that has to do with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: You wouldn’t, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: We’re here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: There they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Well spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: we require medical assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-3375118871850874057?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/3375118871850874057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xix-ships-hull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3375118871850874057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3375118871850874057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xix-ships-hull.html' title='Scene XIX – The ship&apos;s hull'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-3546229614472901493</id><published>2010-02-09T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:10:44.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XVIII - Eury's Boat Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: How much farther is it to your castle, Eury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Not far, dear. 2 days distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I think I shall come to like, if not love, my new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Your “new home”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Why, yes of course. Why else would you have kidnapped me but to make me the mistress of your manor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: “Mistress”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: You must be terribly in love to have gone through such trouble for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What preposterous notion is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: It’s quite all right, dearie. I perfectly understand. You’re not the first to have fallen for me, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I do believe, “dearie,” that it is the other way around. Do not believe me to be easily manipulated by your womanly guiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Well, why else would you have kidnapped me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: If you must know, I have taken you away to rescue us all from a life unsorted and unlived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Then you do love me! Oh, dearest Eury! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She hugs him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Inconstant woman! Re you not otherwise tied to someone else? Have some sense of propriety! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Viera enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Eury! Oh, what’s this then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: It’s nothing. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He pushes her off&lt;/span&gt;) In the absolute. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He shudders&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: I see. Well then (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she links her arm in his&lt;/span&gt;), perhaps you would be interested in knowing that we are making a detour on our route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Stowaways, my dear Eury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-3546229614472901493?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/3546229614472901493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xviii-eurys-boat-cabin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3546229614472901493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3546229614472901493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xviii-eurys-boat-cabin.html' title='Scene XVIII - Eury&apos;s Boat Cabin'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-8355794163412921722</id><published>2010-02-09T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:07:50.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XVII - The docks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: We’re a bit late darlings. We’ll have to skip breakfast. Let’s head to the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh… but I’m so hungry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: You’ll eat on the ship. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They board the ship in long-shot; Enter Night et al&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus:&lt;/span&gt; We need to board a ship! Quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on the horse behind Principe Azul&lt;/span&gt;) I’m sure they aren’t still following us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;strained&lt;/span&gt;) The sooner we can save the Princess and go home, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Are you still bleeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sarcastically&lt;/span&gt;) Just a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, the tension. Though it’s to be expected between the bridegroom and the lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;: Intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Look - a ship. Board. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They come off their horses&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: But we don’t have tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: And it will follow a route, not Sir Eury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: We can follow it down the river until it hits open water. Then we can take one of the smaller safety boats…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: We still cannot board without tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: So we stowaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-8355794163412921722?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/8355794163412921722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xvii-docks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8355794163412921722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/8355794163412921722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xvii-docks.html' title='Scene XVII - The docks'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-2341292606520270129</id><published>2010-02-09T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:03:27.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XVII - Circus Grounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Circus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, we’ve established that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I wonder who’s in charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Let’s ask around. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they exit&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Good evening, miss. Show you a magic trick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, please! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he pulls a coin from the back of her ear&lt;/span&gt;) You call that magic? More like the hands of a pickpocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Well, if you’d like to see something bigger you’ll have to come into my caboose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Um… I think you should take that kinda thing to Sir Nisus (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt;) Ooh you mean your room! Right… right. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They go to his room&lt;/span&gt;) This is a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Why, thank you, my dear. I’ll just be back with some props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, all right. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she sits, hears a knocking&lt;/span&gt;) Hello? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;looks about&lt;/span&gt;) Where is that coming from? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She finds a trap door with bars under it. A man is underneath&lt;/span&gt;) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Are you all right? What’s going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: My name is Principe Azul! I have been kidnapped! Please help me! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the man reenters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: This can’t end well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: For my first trick, I shall make you disappear! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Woe is me that my life should gorily end at the hands of an uninspired magician!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Well for now I was just going to toss you in with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh. I see. Well if I don’t put up a fight this should be much simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: I’d appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You should allow me one scream though. Common courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Granted. But I have to cut you off. Can’t have you screaming too long now can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Very well then. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt;) Sir Ni- (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he cuts her off&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elsewhere in the circus -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Well I found the head and he’s consented to taking us to the docks. You wouldn’t believe what he made me do though (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he wipes his mouth&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With a sick face&lt;/span&gt;) Ugh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What? Oh no! You sick, sick man! I helped in the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Wait - did you just hear Rani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I’m afraid I was too busy scolding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well let’s look for her. You never know with these circus types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Underneath the caboose -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: So what are you in for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I am a Spanish prince, you see. I was on my way to the capital to marry Princess Priti when I was kidnapped by these oafs! I’ve no idea what’s happened to my guards. What day is it outside? I’ve been in here for so long…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Aww… don’t you worry. Sir Night will be here soon. As for the day… Being locked up twice, I’ve long forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Who is Sir Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, yes. We’re traveling together to save Princess Priti from a kidnapper. Huh… what a coincidence. Wait a second, how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I shall have 17 years a month and two days from the time I was kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: And you’re to be married? Don’t you have a little girlfriend in your country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Well... no. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, I’m Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Rani is such a beautiful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, well, thank you, I - Oh, wait now. You’re too young for me, sweetie. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aside&lt;/span&gt;) Am I turning down a prince? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Ah! Someone’s here! Listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;heard from above&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Have you seen a girl around here? About yea high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Incredibly talkative. Won’t shut up, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! That’s Sir Night! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;calling up&lt;/span&gt;) Sir Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;viewed from above&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I’m sure I heard her that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Highpitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Just rats! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He stomps on the boards&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;viewed from below&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: “Just rats”? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He knocks a tune on the floorboards&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;viewed from above&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Very clever rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps you need an exterminator? Go ahead, Sir Nisus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: What? I’m not dealing with rats! I’m a bloody knight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Quite true; I would never ask you to do such a thing. I’ll take care of them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Now, now. It won’t take a minute. I’ll do it. Idiot. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He goes to lift the door&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Back turned to Nisus, putting a knife to Night’s side&lt;/span&gt;) I wouldn’t do that if I was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: What? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;slowly turning&lt;/span&gt;) Are you really so dense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, he has a knife. Well I didn’t see the knife, now did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well you do now, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Well, yes, it is right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Do you mind removing it from my side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;) It’s not in your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Lift the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;) You just told me not to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, but now I want you inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;viewed from below&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: That man needs to refine his phraseology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the door opens; Nisus runs at the man offscreen and we can see through Rani/Azul’s view: Night is stabbed&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Argh! Idiot! (H&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;e gets up and heads toward Nisus &amp; the man; Azul also goes up, followed by Rani&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they eventually tie the man down and Nisus tends to the stab wound&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: This was completely unnecessary. Why did you take them captive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Well, the Circus business is not doing very well. The slave market, on the other hand… now, hold on. Shouldn’t she be doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Me? Why? Because I’m a woman? I’ll have you know that gender classification is the reason I’m not married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: No, no, not at all! It’s just that it’s customary for the lover to tend to the Knight’s wounds. Like in the picture books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: As if she’d know how to tend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: She’s not his lover! She’s mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What’s this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: I swear that by the time we rescue the Princess, Miss Rani’s heart shall belong to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Well you shall have plenty of time now that we can’t count on the circus to take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well why don’t we just give the two lovers back and pretend none of this ever happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Now, there’s no need to be so upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Insolent knight! I shall have your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yes, right. Where are my manners? Sirs Night and Nisus, this is Prince Azul: The Princess’ bridegroom (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she shows them his ring with the royal insignia&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Aye… your Highness. We are so sorry to have offended you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;through his teeth&lt;/span&gt;) My apologies, your Majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: But how did you come to be here, Sire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry to interrupt. Could we perhaps leave now and chat later? You see someone might come in and see their friend tied up and get the wrong idea. Well… the right idea, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Right. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He helps Night up and they head out&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Excuse me! Hi, excuse me. Yes, I do believe I’m entitled to one cry for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What’s that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well it’s only fair. He did give me one. But I’ll have to cut you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, of course. Aah- may I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;giving up&lt;/span&gt;) Right. Well then, be quick about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;: Halp m-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Right then! That’s enough. We’ll be going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ringleader&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;opens the door&lt;/span&gt;) What’s wrong here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: That was fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Faster than you two were, certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: At least we came! Ah (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he clutches his side&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, dios mio! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He draws Night’s sword and slashes through the Ringleader&lt;/span&gt;) Can we go now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;biting his lip&lt;/span&gt;) Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they leave; chase scene; steal some horses and go&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know I have to write a chase scene, I'm just shit with action ok ;.;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-2341292606520270129?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/2341292606520270129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xvii-circus-grounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2341292606520270129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2341292606520270129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-xvii-circus-grounds.html' title='Scene XVII - Circus Grounds'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-7890498751627330050</id><published>2010-02-09T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:04:53.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XVI - Approaching The Lake</title><content type='html'>Priti rides with Eury on one horse; Viera is on another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: A clever idea dear Viera, to leave the carriage behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you so much, my love. But couldn’t we just tie her up and make her walk instead of this alternative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I was never very fond of horses - I’m scared (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she hugs Eury&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Silly little princess. That horse is the least of your worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Don’t scare her too much dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I’m terribly tired… and your back is so very warm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Sleep then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Could I really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t see the harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Viera looks on angrily&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-7890498751627330050?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/7890498751627330050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/priti-rides-with-eury-on-one-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7890498751627330050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7890498751627330050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2010/02/priti-rides-with-eury-on-one-horse.html' title='Scene XVI - Approaching The Lake'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-426094955377005139</id><published>2009-10-16T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:23:37.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two short films</title><content type='html'>A break from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Medieval Romance&lt;/span&gt; to give you two short film scripts that I wrote in about an hour. The first is a gay short film: I got the "inspiration" from watching "How Green Was My Valley" and thinking "those kids fighting in the coal mine totally looks like they could make out without people noticing."&lt;br /&gt;The second is a dystopic melodrama about being lost in Honest Ed's :if you're from Toronto, you should understand, sorry to all of you who don't. Basically Honest Ed's is a huge friggin store with all kinds of cheap stuff and... it's very hard to get out. Me, my mom and my brother went in and it took us a half hour to figure it out even after someone told us it was "that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Camera in extreme close up of a boy’s mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: (Yelling) Fight out front! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera zooms out and the boys runs off down the hallway to tell more people; the camera then turns to the left where our Narrator is standing in a medium shot, boys running past him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narr: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sam and Rahim had gotten into another fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The narrator unfreezes and runs outside, the camera following him into the hallways and then stopping to let him run down the hall to the front doors; he opens the doors and immediately cut to a medium-close up of him from the front, he looks to the left and right in slow motion for about a second then returns to normal speed and moves forward, the camera tracking backward and then panning right to see him move to his left and join the group of boys circling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narr: (as he pushes toward the front line) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sam and Rahim fought at least once a week. Once over an assignment they did together and another time over a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The camera cuts to a medium-long shot of the two of them fighting and circles around them slowly. Sam throws a couple punches but misses, they continue circling; boys cheer around the circle. Cut to a medium-close-up of the narrator cheering) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narr: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Today, being front row the fight seemed very different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut back to the fight but in a static medium close-up. Rahim t akes a punch and Sam dodges and gets him into a hold around the shoulders. As he turns his head from one of Rahim’s shoulders to the next their lips brush in extreme close up; After Sam, still holding, pushes his head on to Rahim’s shoulder he ambiguously kisses his neck, also in close-up and slow motion. Speed returns to normal and the shot zooms out to a closeup: Rahim pushes him off violently, leaving them both off screen and boys cheering in the background. Cut to the narrator’s face in medium close-up, confused. The camera tracks back to a medium shot to let the fighters into the foreground focus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narr: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Did they just…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut to medium long shot of the fight, the camera circling slowly again. Rahim knocks Sam to the ground and sits atop him, punching him once, twice. During this, the camera finishes circling and stops over Rahim’s shoulder, looking down at Sam. Rahim stops punching, cups Sam’s head with his right hand, wipes the blood away from his lip with his thumb. He then lightly slaps him on the cheek, mockingly and gets up; the camera cuts to Sam’s POV of Rahim getting up, the narrator in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahim: (smirking) That’s enough play today, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The camera rises, still in Sam’s POV then cuts to a static medium long shot of the boys. Sam turns Rahim around and punches him to the ground then cuts through the boys and leaves. Cut to a close up shot of the narrator, still looking confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narr: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Was I the only one who saw it?&lt;/span&gt; (Cut to narrator’s POV shot, pans the circle quickly to see boys leaving) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes. It would appear so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The camera, in an extreme close up of a girl’s eye, zooms out to a close-up of her face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh God, where am I?&lt;/span&gt; (she looks around) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The furniture section?&lt;/span&gt; (She looks down) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It’s been days now – months even… I just can’t find the way out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cut to establishing long shot of outside Honest Ed’s, hold for a second; cut to the girl’s close up again, she looks up. Cut to POV shot: she is walking up the stairs. She reaches the top so the camera stops then pans left and right to see people shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everyone so… calm – don’t they see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Camera spins around to show her stiff face in a close-up) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There is no exit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut to a long shot of woman and a worker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Hi there – can you please tell me where the exit is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker: Yes, it’s just down those stairs (she points and the camera follows her finger then comes back to the original shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Thank you! (Camera follows the woman to the staircase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut to a tracking long shot of the girl moving across the store to the stairs and then a POV shot going down them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (after reaching the bottom) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt; (the camera spins around to see the girl’s horrified face in a close-up) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was just here!&lt;/span&gt; (cut to a POV pan left &amp; right) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where did that woman go?&lt;/span&gt; (Cut to a long profile shot of the girl standing at the bottom of the stairs) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She’s gone now.&lt;/span&gt; (camera slowly zooms in) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She has by now… met her fate.&lt;/span&gt; (The camera stops at a medium shot. The girl moves forward and the camera pans left to follow her from behind. She continues walking but abruptly stops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut to a medium close-up of the girl’s profile. She turns her head toward the camera but looks beyond it; cut to a POV shot of a boy in soft focus looking confused and panicky; camera tracks toward him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Are you lost too? (A hand – the girl’s – reachous out from behind the camera and stops on his shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: (looking at the camera) Where am I? (camera quickly turns to a medium close-up profile shot of the two speaking) What is this place? (he begins to cry into her shoulder) It’s been… so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: It’s okay (she pats his head. A pause. She pushes him off and slaps him) Get a hold of yourself, man! I can’t do this without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut to a shot 180 degrees around. They turn and walk together, the camera follows behind. They stop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Maybe we could ask someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No! (the camera tracks up to them into a medium close-up shot; she turns and grabs him by the shoulders) They aren’t people! I’ve seen – a poor woman… she asked them the way – and I never saw her again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh, God, we’ll die here! (He whips his head toward the camera and downward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: We’ll get out of here – and it shall be glorious! (she looks upward) Don’t worry, Johnny – I’ll take care of you. (she hugs him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: (quietly) Devon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (dramatically) Devon. (They turn away from the camera and keep walking)&lt;br /&gt;(Camera cuts to a medium shot of them from the front. They keep walking forward in slow motion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Months passed. Years. Men and women, we saw them come and go: victims of this cold, cruel place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offscreen voice: Excuse me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The two stop, so does the camera. They turn their heads to the voice but not their bodies. The camera zooms out to fit the voice into the shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker: We’re closing now. You’ll have to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon: Don’t you see? We’ve been trying! For so long! (he writhes his hands and looks toward the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker: … I see. May I escort you then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Devon and the girl look at each other worried then look to the worker and hesitantly nod; the worker turns and walks off screen, the other two follow. Cut to a medium shot of the two walking forward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon: Listen to me… if we don’t make it out alive… I just want you to know that I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Don’t say it, man! It’ll only make it harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon: I love you dammit! I would’ve married you, Annie – if only things were different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Damn you I said don’t say it! (A pause then quietly) Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon: (lovestruck) Natalie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker: (offscreen) Here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut to a long shot of the three of them at the exit. They open the door and a bright light shines. They walk into it in slow motion. Cut to a long shot of them on Bloor St. Cut to a medium shot of them. Natalie grabs a woman walking on the St.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: What… what year is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: … 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon: And the day!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: It… it’s Oct 16th… 9pm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon: So… I was  only in there for an hour!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Natalie lets the woman go. The camera moves upward into an aerial shot and cuts outward into a number of takes progressively further until into an extreme long shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: What time magic is this!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-426094955377005139?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/426094955377005139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-short-films.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/426094955377005139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/426094955377005139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-short-films.html' title='Two short films'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-3342778166657735492</id><published>2009-09-08T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:36:57.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XV - Forest (Approaching Lake)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: On the road again. At least this time it’s an actual road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Do you suppose he’s watching us right now? It’s a bit… unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You mean Sir Nisus? Well I would imagine so. But why “unnerving?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Ah - no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You know I don’t understand why Sir Eury would kidnap Princess Priti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What’s not to understand? He’s bitter because he was forced out of the knighthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Was he a good knight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I was only his squire for a few months; I wouldn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh - is he a lot older than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Just three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Good! He’s still young! And so endearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: He’s not a knight anymore - he was banished! And now he’s kidnapped the princess - a common criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Whereas I, of course, am the epitome of honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;) Of course. Listen, you can do a lot better than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Why are you being so mean to Sir Eury? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;suspiciously crossing her arms across her breasts&lt;/span&gt;) Or rather, so nice to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well you usually just call me an idiot… et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well you’re not a bad person. Not a sensible one either, mind you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: But not a bad one? …. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (After a pause) Well this has become awkward…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! A circus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: A circ- oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Could we go? Perhaps they might know something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: We don’t have time! In any case they look as though they’re packing to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I suppose we have wasted enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Rani, look there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pointing toward a carriage driving around the lake&lt;/span&gt;) That’s Eury’s carriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: He has his own carriage? Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Hurry! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he looks around&lt;/span&gt;) Ugh! My peasant for a horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, see, that’s what I’m talking about - you’re just not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Rani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Ok! Why don’t we cut him off using the footbridge across the lake? &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They run across the footbridge and face the carriage coming toward them; it slips by but Night jams his sword into the wheel so as to make it lose its balance and topple over&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh no! Idiot! The princess is in there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he turns and runs down the toppling carriage; it falls and he catches up&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rummaging&lt;/span&gt;) Princess! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A body turns out to be Nisus&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;catching up&lt;/span&gt;) That’s not the princess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you for the helpful tip. Sir Nisus! Wake up, damn you (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he slaps him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Eugh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What were you doing in Sir Eury’s carriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: You fool! I was chasing after him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: They fled on horseback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh… bad move on your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Where were they headed? We have to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Toward the docks down the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: The docks? Does Sir Eury have a ship as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: It’s likely. If they get on to the open water to too quickly we might lose them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: We’ll need transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Well, unfortunately the horses decided to trot along their own way when someone decide to attack the carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well what was I -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: supposed to do? I thought -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: you were Sir Eury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Hi! Here! Pick me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: A foolish assumption! His flag was -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Not listening then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: not raised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;making a face&lt;/span&gt;) grr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I could recognize his carriage without the flag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I’m sure you know this carriage very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: CIRCUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Enough with the confounded circus! We aren’t going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: It’s a traveling circus! We can hitch a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still incensed&lt;/span&gt;) Why are you gay, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Ah…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;looking him up and down&lt;/span&gt;) It’s such a waste for us women… to be stuck with (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shifting her glance to Night&lt;/span&gt;) second rate males .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Can we go? We’re wasting time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;looking at Nisus scoldingly&lt;/span&gt;) We’ll continue this conversation later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-3342778166657735492?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/3342778166657735492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/09/scene-xv-forest-approaching-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3342778166657735492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3342778166657735492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/09/scene-xv-forest-approaching-lake.html' title='Scene XV - Forest (Approaching Lake)'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-2026998930560795409</id><published>2009-09-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:30:38.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XIV - The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Priti is bathing; Viera watches and Eury writes in the carriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Well, hurry it up then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: You cannot rush a princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: I can rush a hostage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: You’re just regurgitating what Eury says. Do you not have a mind of your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Why, you! (they continue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, a head ache! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he gets up and heads toward the lake with a sheet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: What ae you doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: You have been in there for a good hour. Let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: You can’t just - I’m not decent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I am well away of that, believe me. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he drags her out and wraps her in the sheet&lt;/span&gt;) Go and get dressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I am quite weary of this treatment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: And I am quite weary of your voice. Now, darling, I’ve treated you very well thus far but I can be quite unforgiving. Now go, get dressed and we’ll move out. And don’t think of just waiting around in there because I am well ready to carry you, as you are, the rest of the way. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Eury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: You’re acting strangely - is something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: My heart, Viera. It feels as though it’s about to implode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Oh no, Eury! Don’t tell me you’re beginning to feel something for that wench!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What? Decidedly not! That would be ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: I certainly hope so (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she goes to the carriage&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-2026998930560795409?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/2026998930560795409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/09/scene-xiv-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2026998930560795409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2026998930560795409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/09/scene-xiv-lake.html' title='Scene XIV - The Lake'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-6991180808592896063</id><published>2009-09-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:28:54.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XIII -The Cottage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! It’s so warm and comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I suppose you’re right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I could respect you a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: A little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: About a teaspoon more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I am truly impressed by your sudden chivalry, Sir Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;entering&lt;/span&gt;) Oh what a heartwarming moment. Anyone for tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You? What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Another friend of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: I wouldn’t say “friend.” And as for you, I’ve been here since your suspects left - in a horse drawn carriage no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What? Why didn’t you stop them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Why, Sir Night. That’s not my job. It’s yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What is your job exactly? I’ll have that tea by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: To follow you two. Well, Sir Night, not you. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pouring the tea&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Am I the only one worried about the Princess?  What if they’re going to hurt her? Kill her even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh I highly doubt that. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sipping&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: How can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, what would be gained? They could receive much more money by ransoming. Anyway, if the plan is to kill her, she should already be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You seem awfully calm about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Times of war, dearie. I am desensitized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Tragic, really. Anyway she’s still alive. I saw her in the carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh right, she’s your fiancee. It completely slipped my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You fool! Shush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Oh no need to fret dear Sir Night. Everyone knows. Except of course for the King… what a twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: She makes it obvious enough. How can one not know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Wait a second. Who ordered you to follow us - me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Ooh, I wanna know too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Why, the King, of course. Who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: The King?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You know what this is like? A bad drama. Like the ones that Shakespeare makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: What! William Shakespeare is a romantic Apollo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Big fan, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: That’s enough plotless banter. Let’s go, Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, all right. So, Sir Nisus, you’ll be watching us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Only when you are decent, miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Sure about that? You might miss something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: That is simply whorish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Don’t judge me! I’m already past optimal marrying age! Anyway, now I know you can’t rape me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Rape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Is that what this is about? Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Outside -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You’re not his type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What’s that supposed to mean? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night makes female gestures&lt;/span&gt;) Oh… oh! I didn’t know there were gay knights… humph! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-6991180808592896063?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/6991180808592896063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/09/scene-xiii-cottage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6991180808592896063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6991180808592896063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/09/scene-xiii-cottage.html' title='Scene XIII -The Cottage'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-4958548530130400970</id><published>2009-08-28T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:35:00.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XII - The Forest (Further Down)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: This is absolutely appalling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Absolutely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: I agree! Her stench is too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: What! Don’t let her speak to me like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I do wonder if perhaps you two could stop fighting long enough to see the lake just ahead of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Thank goodness! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She runs ahead&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Wait, you idiot! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She follows&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-4958548530130400970?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/4958548530130400970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-xii-forest-further-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4958548530130400970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4958548530130400970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-xii-forest-further-down.html' title='Scene XII - The Forest (Further Down)'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-7507059558440298660</id><published>2009-08-28T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:35:11.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene XI -The Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! We’ve been following these footsteps all night! My feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Your feet hurt? We just sat down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, for exactly 73 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Don’t exaggerate. It only seemed that short because you’re lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: That’s what you said last time. That’s why I took the liberty to count on this instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Do you perhaps live to prove me wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t need to prove your incorectness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you - hey, wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What? Oh. A Cottage. How quaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Brilliant deduction. What else do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Um… trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: A fuzzy woodland creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Look down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh… footprints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: And what do footprints plus cottage equal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Footage? Cotprints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Are you trying to harass me or is your education so poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Can I assume by that question that I am succeeding in harassing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: If you’re trying to, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I’m gonna go with yes. I am trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Great. Are we done here? Let’s see if the princess is in the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: OH! The princess! Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Inside the Cottage -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Are we all packed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Oh no! Eury, two people are coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: What? Help! Help me! Sir Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Be quiet! Lock her in the room and shut her mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Gladly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Outside - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Did you hear that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Sounded like someone calling for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What are you, psychic? It was probably a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Really? A squirrel? Let’s just hurry to the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Inside -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Is she in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: She’s in. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A knock on the door&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Open up! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury opens&lt;/span&gt;) Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Why, Night! It’s been so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: S-Sir Eury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Do you two know each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh? And who is this enchanting creature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: “Enchanting”? Aw, I’m Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I wouldn’t go so fat as “enchanting.” Cursed maybe. A curse herself even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh now, Night. That’s no way to talk about your lovely darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: “Darling”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, no! Heaven forbid - we aren’t like that. No… no, I’m perfectly single. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury - what are you doing out here? And where did that scream come from? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he scans the room&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Scream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;entering&lt;/span&gt;) Oh! That was me. We were just… playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: A game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. Although I don’t think you’re quite old enough to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Ahem. Knowing Sir Eury, I don’t think that kind of game is possible. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury smiles&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I wanna play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha! How charming. I quite fancy your companion, Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, well, feel free to take her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Have you two seen the princess around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Are you insane? Shut up!  It’s nothing, Sir Eury. We’ll be going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Of course. It was wonderful seeing you again, Night. And absolutely delightful making your acquaintance, my dear (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he kisses her hand&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh no! The pleasure is mine! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there is a bang on the closet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What was that? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He pushes in and opens the door&lt;/span&gt;) Eury! How do you explain this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Frozen&lt;/span&gt;) Explain what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: This! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night holds up a portrait of himself&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt;) Oh! Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Am I missing something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Don’t be frightened. You see? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He takes out more portraits&lt;/span&gt;) I have many from my knighthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, I see. Forgive me for being so foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You were a knight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, my dear, I was. Night was my squire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Actually it’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sir&lt;/span&gt; Night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: So what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: It’s none of your business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well it was just a question. I’m sorry if it’s personal, Sir Eury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: It’s all right, Miss Rani. You see, I’m doing quite well for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; see. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quite&lt;/span&gt; well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: We should be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What? But -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: We’re busy, Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Well I’d never dream of keeping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes… well… let’s go. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He grabs Rani who is staring at Eury&lt;/span&gt;) Now! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury waves them away&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Let’s leave through the back, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Outside - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What’s wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Having been tense, breathing relief&lt;/span&gt;) Ah. Nothing, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh I see. When you meet a real gentleman you get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Intimidated! Because you know you’re not a real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Right. Real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, well, well. We’ve come to a crack in the Knight’s shining armour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Sure, why not? I just don’t like that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well I think he’s simply dashing. And I think he likes me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh my ex-Knight in shining non-armour! Do you know what happened? Why isn’t he a knight anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I told you it’s non of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I see. Wait. We haven’t moved. Why are we hiding behind the bushes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t trust him. Why would the Princess’ footprints be leading to the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well there was another woman there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: No, she was wearing different shoes. Didn’t you see? She brought mud in when she came in.  It just doesn’t add up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: So dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, that’s what doesn’t add up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You know, you could treat me with a little respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Why aren’t the coming out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Because they don’t want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: They weren’t dressed like that to stay inside. They’re going somewhere. Let’s wait a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;time passes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You know, it’s been over 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You’re exaggerating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I’m sure Sir Eury has an explanation for everything. Let’s just go ask. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she gets up&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Eury!  Open the door please! Sir Eury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He goes and knocks loudly&lt;/span&gt;) Sir Eury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: We have to open the door ourselves I guess. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night kicks the door open and walks in&lt;/span&gt;) Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: They aren’t here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: No? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I told you! You see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, yes, you were right. But by now they must have gone so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: We’ll just have to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: And I’m just so hungry! I don’t know how much farther I can go without food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nigh&lt;/span&gt;t: … all right. Just a little while though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yay! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she hugs him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-7507059558440298660?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/7507059558440298660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-xii-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7507059558440298660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/7507059558440298660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-xii-woods.html' title='Scene XI -The Woods'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-2169175735559237465</id><published>2009-08-28T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:36:14.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene X - The Cottage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;coming out of his room, washed up&lt;/span&gt;) All right, girls. As soon as morning breaks we'll depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: What? You mean this isn't where we're staying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: You must be joking! This is far too close to the castle. Our castle is across the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: You have your own castle? Then I suppose you're a prince from a rival nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: .... hardly, princess. I'm just incredibly wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Mmm.... same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sits down next to Priti and sips from her cup&lt;/span&gt;) This is lovely, Viera. Do make another cup. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still looking at the cup&lt;/span&gt;) Uh... (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;breaking gaze&lt;/span&gt;) Don't you sit so close to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Still have energy, do we? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He looks at the map on the table&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still looking at him&lt;/span&gt;) I demand to know your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Have I not told you? What a shame, it's probably better that you don't know. Just call me "sir" for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: "Sir?" Ha! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Viera comes back with Eury's cup&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What time is it darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Half past ten, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: ... Are you two... together then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: No. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sighs&lt;/span&gt;) Viera, darling. What have I told you about these delusions of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: I'm sorry, Eury, I just - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: And yet you know that I'm not -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Aha! So Eury is your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;turning, slightly surprised but regaining his composure&lt;/span&gt;) Why, what a clever little deduction from our princess. Now, I think it's time to be off to bed. we have an early morning ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time lapse; middle of the night, Priti comes over Eury's bed with a knife but stops and leaves. Eury stops her&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, princess. You are much more dangerous than expected. Now I'll have to tie you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grabbing her and putting her on a chair&lt;/span&gt;) Don't fret now, you've made me do this. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;) My goodness, princess - are you enjoying this? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he finishes and puts his head on her lap&lt;/span&gt;) Have I fallen unwittingly to the manipulation of a woman? Dear me, what lewd thoughts must be going through princess' mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She kicks him off&lt;/span&gt;) How dare you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: My my, what sexual tension. What comes next, my dear? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He closes in and she closes her eyes&lt;/span&gt;) Ah-ah-ah. I'm afraid you're not my type, darling (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she opens her eyes embarrassed and he goes around the chair&lt;/span&gt;) Well. You seem so disappointed, maybe just one. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he leans over and kisses her&lt;/span&gt;) I am such a pushover, I must work on that. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time Lapse, the next morning&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Wake up, ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, Eury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: What time is it - oh! My neck hurts so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: That’s a good luck for you, dearie. Now if only we had a gag for your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gasps&lt;/span&gt;) How dare you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Now, now, kittens. Let’s leave the claws in for now. It’s time to head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: “Head out“?  Why, I haven’t even had a proper bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Such luxuries are not owing to a hostage. Worry not, there is a small lake on the way, you may wash yourself there if we have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-2169175735559237465?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/2169175735559237465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-x-cottage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2169175735559237465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/2169175735559237465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-x-cottage.html' title='Scene X - The Cottage'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-4703686477838262556</id><published>2009-08-28T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:18:00.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene IX - Woods (Elsewhere)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: This is harder than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: A likely case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Listen you, how about I just go in there and tell them the truth about this "kidnapping" business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Go ahead. Even if they did believe you, you'd be an accomplice and go right back to the dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Hmmph! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Under her breath&lt;/span&gt;) At least you'd be there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Wait - what did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I said you'd be in the dungeon too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Why, Rani, have you fallen for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What? How does that translate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;coming up behind her&lt;/span&gt;) Think about it. You, me, in a dark cell; all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Are you going to rape me? I want a body guard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh come one, I was joking. Who'd want to rape you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Is that supposed to be an insult because it would be a good thing if no one wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Can we forget I said anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You just threatened to rape me, it'll be a little difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I did not - look, you really know how to push things and mix words. Can we please get on with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Give me proof you're not lusting over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: How about - I'm in love with the princess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I said lust not lo- wait, you're in love with the princess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, actually, if you must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: So that's why you wanted to kidnap her? To elope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Aren't you clever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Aw, how stupidly romantic. Well, didn't that plan just screw up. Let's continue looking so you two can resume your love story and I can go back to - well, nothing! Except of course my hefty fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Right, right. Ah! Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Footprints! Vague, but fresh enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: People walk through these woods all the time - it might not be theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: "People walk through these woods"? But this is the King's property - guarded by one hundred men! It's impossible for someone to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Shows how much you know. How do you think I got into the princess' room? Anyway, look. It's only one pair of shoes - male shoes. Let's keep looking. There's a stream down that way, maybe they walked it to get rid of tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: How do you know so much about this area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Because I - oh, no reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: How do you expect to not be arrested? Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I have you! You wouldn't sell pretty little me out to the knighthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: How do I know? Hmm... because we're in this together. Also, you should know the consequences of betraying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: "Consequences?" And just what are those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: When I die I shall haunt you and make you never forget! I will be present during everything you do - watching you. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She imitates psycho music&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Everything? Well, what about my wedding night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she looks to the side&lt;/span&gt;) Oh! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comes back&lt;/span&gt;) Uh... right, I'll skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: And what if I die before you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Die before - dammit I didn't think that far ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;:  Well, why don't you go think about it over there while I do what we came here to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Sounds good! Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;After a while&lt;/span&gt;) There are footprints everywhere - how can I tell which one are theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Don't ask me, I'm thinking of how to haunt you if you die before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Still? Aren't you supposed to be helping me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, you want help from me? I thought you were sooo smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Maybe if you ask me nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: If you don't, I'll throw you back in jail. How's that for nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: And then you'll never find your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Rani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, Sir Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Will you kindly be a dear and assist me in my search for Princess Priti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well. Since you asked nicely... (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she gets up&lt;/span&gt;) No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Who saw that coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: That was so fake! You can do better than that! Come, take a deep breath and visualize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You know what, forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Right. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She sits back down&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: We'll just have to go to the end of all these tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: All of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Each and every one - oh soo much walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Right, well, have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh I will, since you'll be coming to entertain me with your blinding wit (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he drags her up&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What? I will? Why will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: How else am I to be sure you won't escape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I give you... my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yea... while I'm quite sure I appreciate that you're still coming with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: But I don't want to go down "each and every one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well I don't know which tracks are theirs, so we have to! What a predicament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Fine! I'll help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Great! Let's think now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Those are theirs (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she points&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What? ... How long have you known this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Um... around your wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Why didn't you say anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, but brave Sir Night, you wouldn't need the help of a lowly wench like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Is that really it? Or do you just want to spend as much time with me as possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Are you sure you're not a rapist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh please, if I was going to rape you I would've already done it! Besides, I have a fianceé, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Then... stay 5 ft away from me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Are we really going to be able to keep that up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Follow the tracks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Tch. How do you know these are theirs anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;starting loudly&lt;/span&gt;) Besides the dainty little shoes - they are the only tracks leading away from the paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Ah... right. Good work, let's continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-4703686477838262556?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/4703686477838262556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-ix-woods-elsewhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4703686477838262556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4703686477838262556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-ix-woods-elsewhere.html' title='Scene IX - Woods (Elsewhere)'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-123404647814123117</id><published>2009-08-28T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:10:40.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene VIII - The Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Right, are we there yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Just about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Because I'd really like to sit down, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Sit on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: ... are you joking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Do you expect a throne? Again, I'm a kidnapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: If I am returned with one hair on my head harmed - (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he pulls a hair out of her head&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! You! How dare you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I'll pull the whole damned thing out if you don't shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Who are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Look, princess, we're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A small cottage&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh. How quaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: It's home for now. I hope you know to cook and clean, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Cook and clean? But you're kidnapping me! To be a maid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Just an extra perk for myself, princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause, Eury stoops to pick a flower&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, is that for m- (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he puts it in his pocket&lt;/span&gt;) Well, won't you open the door for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: I'm sorry, what would make you think that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Well, chivalry must be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Executed, I'm afraid. But that's of no import. In with you! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He opens the door and pushes her in&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Well! No one has ever treated me in such a manner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, God. Listen, I know what those words mean. Don't you fall in love with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Fall in - preposterous! Why the thought never even crossed my mind, I assure you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: It has now, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Well of course! I'm a woman, you're a man - but it would never happen! I feel only hatred for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: A woman and a man? I suppose that is a conventional statement. But I'm afraid you've limited yourself, princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Limited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Meet my right hand, Viera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Why didn't she kidnap me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Why would she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: She's your servant, is she not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: "Servant?" Well I never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Hm? Are you all right, my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;quickly recovering&lt;/span&gt;) Yes, my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: She was making your tea, "majesty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh. No thank you - lemon water for me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Lemon water? You'll have what you're given child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, mistress... (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thinking hard&lt;/span&gt;) old maid!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I'll be letting you two mingle then -while I get rid of this massive headache I've had since... well since I met you to be quite honest (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: So obvious you love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: You will shut your mouth. And don't you get any ideas about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: The thought never crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt;: Stop thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-123404647814123117?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/123404647814123117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-viii-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/123404647814123117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/123404647814123117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-viii-woods.html' title='Scene VIII - The Woods'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-3484651821425823123</id><published>2009-08-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:04:54.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene VII - The Dungeon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Nobody knows the trouble I've seen... nobody knows my sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, well, well. Mr. Hero; Mr. Virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Still upset with me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;continues singing&lt;/span&gt;) Nobody knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Ok, ok, I get it. Anyhow, I've gotten you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You outted me? But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: So you could help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: But you are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: No, no - not 'out.' Not like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I'm a bit lost. Perhaps you could help me by opening this cell. I find that that normally helps a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Right, right, just shut up. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He opens the door&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Now you have to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, sure, I think the exit's just over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I know where the exit is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You baffle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nigh&lt;/span&gt;t: I am saying you must assist me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Should've just said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Why do you bother speaking? In fact, why do you even bother thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Hmm, let me think about that... Why should I help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Because I got you out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You also got me in. We're even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Because the only way I could get you out was by telling the King you knew where the princess was - and if you don't come with me he'll torture the location out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: .... no you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Did you really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Must you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: But I don't know where the princess is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I realized that. But we can always use your psychic abilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Are you joking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: It was worth a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Wait... wait I am getting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yeah, what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: It's a little blurred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Fog, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I'm being shown... it's telling me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Wait - you're serious? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: .... that you're a dumbass. How could you fall for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Don't mock me! I'm desperate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well let's think about this. They left through the window, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, I was outside the door, there is no other exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: So where could they have gone from there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: The woods, I suppose. But that's so huge and surround most of the castle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, let's go. We might find something. Oh I feel like a private eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Right, sure, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Wait, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: My money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Are you kidding me? I have nothing on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, listen. When this is all over, I want my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Double!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Fine, fine! I really have to drag you everywhere don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-3484651821425823123?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/3484651821425823123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-vii-dungeon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3484651821425823123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3484651821425823123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-vii-dungeon.html' title='Scene VII - The Dungeon'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-4781467325963857051</id><published>2009-08-28T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:43:40.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene VI - Throne Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, what am I to do? My daughter has been kidnapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: My liege...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: War! War must be wrought upon the Muslims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;an order of knights enter, including Rose, Crantz and Night&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: My liege, the Christians have nothing to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: No, I suppose not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Your Highness, if I may speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, Sir Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Sir Night was there at the scene before anyone else. It's only logical he should know something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Indeed. Sir Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: Did you see anything unusual at the scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Perhaps the Spanish Coat of Arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Afraid not, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: Have you any clues of who did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: It was the Muslims, wasn't it? War, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: My liege! Please, calm yourself. Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well, sir, I have an accomplice in the prison. We may question her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Is she Muslims?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: No, Majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Damn those Muslim bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: If I may, your Highness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: If I were to be allowed to leave with the prisoner, I'm sure I could find the princess and bring her home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Good, man! Well, set off to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: My Lord. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he bows and exits with the other knights&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To a servant&lt;/span&gt;) Call in Sir Nisus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nisus enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: You called, my liege?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: The King wishes you to follow Sir Knight. He does not trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: I don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: He's half-Muslim, my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advisor&lt;/span&gt;: I'm afraid so, Majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: Follow him Sir Nisus! And report back fully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nisus&lt;/span&gt;: Gladly, my Lord. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-4781467325963857051?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/4781467325963857051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-vi-throne-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4781467325963857051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4781467325963857051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-vi-throne-room.html' title='Scene VI - Throne Room'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-6537099035712829818</id><published>2009-08-28T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:49:11.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene V - Castle Corridor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: You know, it's also illogical that there should be people commiting crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Well, why would anyone logically do something if it's illegal and there is a good probability of them getting caught - would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: That's a bit of a stretch, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stopping&lt;/span&gt;) She's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Are you joking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: So you'll set me free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They resume walking&lt;/span&gt;) Oh I don't know. Something is keeping me from accepting your logic, young one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: You see, the fact is, people do commit crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Do they - or is it all in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;after some thought&lt;/span&gt;) Right, I do believe this is more of a philosophical question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: And as such... not in our jurisdiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;:          ... not in our jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;giving up&lt;/span&gt;) Of course not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Listen, I'll take her the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, would you? How kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I was the one who found her, I should take her the rest of the way, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Quite logical, my dear fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, quite. Then we shall be off. Good day to you sir, lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Good day, kind sir (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she curtsies as they leave&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: You're not really a lady, don't curtsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What - just because I'm not a princess? Well I'll have you know I'm my daddy's princess... when he's not sober... which is most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Right. Well, here's the dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What? What about my money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What money? You didn't do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: But I came to do it! I even scaled the damn wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, but you were late - therefore: no money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: So you can arrest me for a crime I didn't do but you can't pay me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, just go! (h&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;e pushes her through the doorway&lt;/span&gt;) I'll come back for you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-6537099035712829818?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/6537099035712829818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-v-castle-corridor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6537099035712829818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6537099035712829818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-v-castle-corridor.html' title='Scene V - Castle Corridor'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-579550326360135669</id><published>2009-08-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:16:07.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidnap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forest'/><title type='text'>Scene IV - Outside The Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lifting her dress&lt;/span&gt;) Where are we waiting for Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Is that something a kidnapper would divulge to a hostage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: A "hostage?" Ha! I am a princess - show some respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Respect? But I'm a kidnapper! ... Is that really as fast as you can walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: You try wearing a bloody long gown while being kidnapped and walking in the woods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rips the bottom half of her skirt out&lt;/span&gt;) Better? Let's move, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! You could've just gotten a coach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Oh - my what a brilliant idea. Hire someone to drive me away as I kidnap a public icon! Forgive me, princess, for not foretelling your general aversion to exercise. You see, I'm not actually here to pamper you. As I said before - I am a kidnapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: ... Are you an actor? Did Night hire an actor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Ok, ok, stop. I don't think you quite grasp the concept of being kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: I don't think you quite grasp the details of your job! You were hired to kidnap me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What nonsense - I was not hired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Not hired? Don't be ridiculous! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they look at each other&lt;/span&gt;) Wait. You're quite serious? (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She slowly walks backward then turns and runs&lt;/span&gt;) Help! Help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Really? Must we do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-579550326360135669?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/579550326360135669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-iv-outside-castle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/579550326360135669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/579550326360135669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-iv-outside-castle.html' title='Scene IV - Outside The Castle'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-4376111344399736350</id><published>2009-08-27T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:17:59.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidnap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crantz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tower'/><title type='text'>Scene III - The Tower Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Just a couple more hours, my sweet. Then you will be kidnapped. After a few days I will "rescue" you and we will be wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I must haste away. Go with your kidnapper - and don't forget your jewels. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Soon I shall be with my love! Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;   (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eury enters through the window&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dramatically&lt;/span&gt;) Princess Priti! I am here to kidnap you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh - well that was quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, forgive me. I should act more, right? Let me mess this place up, like a struggle! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She tosses things around&lt;/span&gt;) Oh woe is me! I am being kidnapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;) Well, yes. Quite right then. Shall we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Wait! Don't forget my jewels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Jewels - of what use - yes, well, fine then, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, yes (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;going to the window&lt;/span&gt;). Help me down, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: What? Help you down? Do you know how high up we are?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Listen, you're getting good money for this! I order you to help me down! I am a princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eury&lt;/span&gt;: Fine. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he pushes her out of the window&lt;/span&gt;) Now you're down.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night enters after Eury leaves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, Princess, I for- oh. well that was quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rani enters&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Did you forget something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What? No.... I'm here for the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rose 'n' Crantz enter&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: We heard crashing! Oh my God, what happened here? Where is the princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Well, Rose, by the look of the room and the princess missing, I would have to logically say that she has been kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, yes, quite logical Crantz. Wait (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;looking at Rani&lt;/span&gt;) - who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Me - I'm -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (quickly) She kidnapped the princess - I just found her here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Don't be ridiculous, how could she have kidnapped the princess if she is here and the princess is not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: She came back to the scene of the crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: After 5 seconds, seriously? You're gonna go with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nigh&lt;/span&gt;t: Silence, thief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: No, you see, she's quite right. You aren't thinking logically, Night. Why would she do that and how could she take the princess so quickly and then come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Wait, you're a knight named Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Quite funny, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Quite! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They laugh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Look, she's kidnapped the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I have not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: No, you see, like I said, it's quite illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Quite illogical, surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: She had an accomplice then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crantz&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, well, there you go. Now you make sense. Come with us, miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Oh Lord, the blood tea and crumpets await!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-4376111344399736350?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/4376111344399736350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-iii-tower-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4376111344399736350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/4376111344399736350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-iii-tower-room.html' title='Scene III - The Tower Room'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-6002594803308722735</id><published>2009-08-27T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:08:58.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketplace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scene ii'/><title type='text'>Scene II - Marketplace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: God dammit! Now what? Ah, thinking is of no use to me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What are you muttering about good Sir Knight? Shall I tell your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: If you were truly a psychic, you wouldn't have to ask what was wrong - would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Cheeky little-- What, you think you're better than me because you're a knight? A girl's just trying to make an honest living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Honest? Ha! You're no better than a common thief! Listen, I don't have time for this. I have to find a guttersnake corrupt and poor enough that they    would... wait! You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: How far are you wiling to go for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Woah - I'm not into that kind of thing, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What? Oh, God! No, no, not that! Why would I be - no, nevermind. Look,    there's a lot of money in this for you if you're willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: What is it? No, no - wait a minute. Is this one of those things where you root out all the potential criminals and them impale them and do horrible things like drink their blood over tea biscuits and crumpets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Um... no. Are you a writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: "Um... no"? How bloody persuasive and eloquent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Listen, you annoying twat. I need you to (whispering) kidnap the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I said I -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: I know what you said. Are you mad? Wait, aren't you a knight? This IS one of those things wih the impaling and the horrible blood crumpet drinking! Oh woe is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: That I should come to my end by the unjust law of our modern society! &lt;br /&gt;     (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;an old woman passes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O.W.&lt;/span&gt;: Night? Oh, Night, look how you've grown - do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I'm afraid not, ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O.W.&lt;/span&gt;: I was your grandmother's brother's wife's second cousin! I owe so much to her.  Oh - Rani! Do you two know each other? Thank goodness she's has right  moral companionship for once. If you need to arrest her, please do - she  probably deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, does she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Granny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Actually, I was just asking her for a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O.W.&lt;/span&gt;: She'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Nani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O.W.&lt;/span&gt;: Nah worry talk back, miss ting. Who is you - I is yuh nani! Yuh bes do what I seh or me gun cut yuh ass wid uh bamboo!&lt;br /&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they continue to argue in Guyanese, Night bewildered&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O.W.&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smiling sweetly&lt;/span&gt;) She'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Good! I'll just give her the details in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O.W.&lt;/span&gt;: Of course. You know I speak badly of her but she'll make a good wife. Look at  these hips - she'll bear many children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Nani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O.W.&lt;/span&gt;: Do send your mother my regards, I'm off! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she goes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Wait - you were serious then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: How much did you say was in this for me? Big job, big risks. Gotta pay big  money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: There will be money, don't you worry. All I need you to do is the actual action of kidnapping her and then keeping her until I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Lot of risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rani&lt;/span&gt;: Better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-6002594803308722735?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/6002594803308722735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-ii-marketplace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6002594803308722735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6002594803308722735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-ii-marketplace.html' title='Scene II - Marketplace'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-3943622236759489372</id><published>2009-08-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:06:57.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scene I'/><title type='text'>Scene I - The Tower Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he bows&lt;/span&gt;) My princess, you called for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Night! Oh, Night, don't speak to me so formally - not when we are alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Is something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: It is my father - Oh, Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: My father - has promised me in marriage to someone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: 'Tis true! A spanish prince named Blue! What shall we do my love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: This is indeed troubling... indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, my love! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she hugs him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not hugging back&lt;/span&gt;) What to do? What to do.... aha! Kidnap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she stops&lt;/span&gt;) I'm sorry, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: I'll kidnap you! My princess, I'll have you kidnapped, then we shall live happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, Night! But when? And how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Tomorrow night. You leave the details to me, my love. Just be ready to leave with your things tomorrow evening. I must start preparing. I bid you farewell, my love. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he leaves then pops back in&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, and do take your fineries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priti&lt;/span&gt;: My fineries? But why, love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;: Ahem, just in case of emergencies in our travels, love. I wouldn't want you to live any different from how you do now. Goodbye, I shall send you a    "kidnapper" tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-3943622236759489372?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/3943622236759489372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-i-tower-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3943622236759489372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/3943622236759489372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-i-tower-room.html' title='Scene I - The Tower Room'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699197229528248837.post-6501915137175485632</id><published>2009-08-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:19:01.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bit'/><title type='text'>Cast of Characters</title><content type='html'>The following script is something I've been developing for... a very very long time. Years I guess; but I took a lot of long breaks for school (highschool then university why won't the let me beeeeee). But now I'm starting up again and trrryiiing to get it done. So, reader, have fun (I hope), and enjoy and comment and criticize as you see fit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MEDIEVAL ROMANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAST OF CHARACTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS SCRIPT CHANGES =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani&lt;br /&gt;Sir Night&lt;br /&gt;Princess Priti&lt;br /&gt;Sir Eury&lt;br /&gt;Sir Nisus&lt;br /&gt;Azul&lt;br /&gt;Viera&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;br /&gt;Crantz&lt;br /&gt;Guild&lt;br /&gt;Stern&lt;br /&gt;The King&lt;br /&gt;The Advisor&lt;br /&gt;Old Woman (O.W.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting: Medieval Europe; All the characters are played by people of color with fake british accents. Yeah it's kind of like reverse type of role-playing type of mock-whitey film (although it is in play format I realize; don't be pretentious =p) This isn't racist: I deserve to mock prude European society after they mocked mine. But I'm not going to go into the anti-racist chatter since that'll just take away from my script which I love so much =) All right, I think that's enough pretext! Read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699197229528248837-6501915137175485632?l=xrociel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/feeds/6501915137175485632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/cast-of-characters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6501915137175485632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699197229528248837/posts/default/6501915137175485632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrociel.blogspot.com/2009/08/cast-of-characters.html' title='Cast of Characters'/><author><name>XRociel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140980139704008721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
