Isaac ~*~ [Before the Play] ~*~ Everything is a rush as everybody rushes around getting ready. Mia: CAZ! Caz: ...what? >_> Mia: You're the director right? Caz: *testily* Yes. Mia: Who's the narrator? Caz: Me ^_^ Isaac: You can't be the narrator AND director... Caz: Yes I can... I'm the one writing this! Isaac: o_O Felix; *limps in* I'm not very happy with my part =\ Caz: Tough. Felix: I have like 5 scenes! Mia: O_o And that bothers you? Piers: That's probably more than most people... Felix: ... Caz: Take your places! There is a frantic rush as everybody once again rushes, to their positions this time. ~*~ [Act 1, Scene 1] ~*~ Caz: Act 1, Scene 1! [I just said that...] Caz: ... The middle of the night, in Vale Castle! [Enter Piers and Susa] Piers: Who's there? Susa: Nay, answer me, stand and unfold yourself! Piers: Long live the King! Susa: Piers? Piers: Yup, that's me. Susa: You come most carefully upon your hour. Piers: It's midnight. You can go to bed now. Susa: Goody. Kushinada must be getting tired of waiting. Piers: Too much information. So, how was guarding? Susa: Not a mouse stirring. Mouse: *squeaks* Piers: Well, goodnight. If you do meet Mia and Garet, tell them to hurry up. [Enter Mia and Garet] Susa: I think I hear them. Stand, who's there? Garet: Friends to this ground. Mia: And... LIEGE-MEN TO THE VALEAN?! What blasphemy is this?! *coughs* And... liege men and women to the Valean... Susa: I bid you goodnight. Mia: Farewell, honest soldier, who relieved you? Susa: Piers. Goodnight. [Exit Susa] Mia: Hi Piers! Piers: Is Garet there? Mia: A piece of him. Garet: What?! A piece of me?! Mia: (whispering) It's in the script! Garet: Stuff the script! *throws it to the ground and casts Pyroclasm, but it is unharmed* What? Caz: *smirks* The scripts are fire-proof, Garet. Now get on with it. Garet: Ok, fine! *picks up script* Piers: Welcome, good Garet, welcome, good Mia. Mia: Has this thing appeared again at night? Piers: I have seen nothing. Mia: *takes a deep breath* Garet says we're imagining it even though we saw it twice. So I wanted to bring him along so that he can see it himself and chat to it. Garet: There's no such thing as ghosts! Piers: Please sit down while we tell you about it. Garet: I still won't believe it. [sits] Piers: Okay, last night, a ghost appeared- [Enter Kyle, the Ghost] Mia: Piers! Look! Piers: And he looks exactly like the King! Mia: You're a scholar, speak to it, Garet. Garet: Me? A scholar? Mia: This is the most ironic typecasting ever. Garet: [shudder] Wait... then... am I... Kraden? Mia: Yeah. Garet: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Piers: Garet, shut up. Do you see that ghost? Garet: ... Nope. >_> Piers: Garet! Mia: I know you can see it, Garet! You're staring at it! Now talk to it! Garet: Alright, ghost that looks like Isaac's dead and buried dad, what are you doing here? You'd better speak or else. Kyle: I'm going to the toilet, alright? Piers: ... That's not in your script. Kyle: So? Garet: Uh... he doesn't look happy. Mia: It is offended! Piers: See, it stalks away. Garet: Stay! Speak! SPEAK! [Exit Kyle/Ghost] Mia: It is gone and will not answer... Piers: How now, Garet? You tremble and look pale, is this not something more than fantasy? What think you? Garet: I got it! It was a hologram! Mia: No, Garet, just... no! Garet: Before Sol, I might not this believe... without the sensible and true avouch of mine own eyes. Mia: Was he not like the King? Garet: As you are to yourself, such as the very armour he had on. When th' ambitious Imil combatted, so frowned he once, when in angry parle, he smote the shredded pollen- Caz: Pollax! What's a pollax? Garet: -on the ice. 'Tis strange. Mia: Twice before, on this watch, he has passed... Piers: Maybe he likes us? Garet: Hmm, this bodes something bad. Mia: *stares at script* Blahblahblah. Garet: .....blah blah blah ^_^ Caz: -_-' Lazy good-for-nothing Adepts... [Enter Kyle] Garet: Hi! Hey! Wait! Speak! Stop it, Mia! Mia: Shall I strike him with my Mace? Garet: If it won't stand... Piers: Going... Garet: Going... Mia: Gone... [Exit Kyle] Mia: Aww. Piers: I'm sure he was about to speak, but then I heard a cock crowing... Garet: Cockerel. Piers: Huh? Mia: ._.' Garet: *starts snickering* Mia: You pervert! *smacks Garet* Piers: Ahem! Mia: I know! Let's find Isaac and talk to him about it! [Exeunt] [Act 1, Scene 2] Caz: In the castle. [Enter Briggs, Dora, Isaac, Kraden, Felix, Jenna] Briggs: THAT'S my first LINE?! *notices stares* Uh, ok... *takes deep breath* Though yet of Kyle my dear Brother's death The memory be green: and that it is befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole Kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe: Yet so far has Discretion fought with Nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of our selves. Therefore our sometimes Sister, now our Queen, The Imperiall Jointresse of this warlike State, Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy, With one Auspicious, and one Dropping eye, With mirth in Funeral, and with Dirge in Marriage, In equal Scale weighing Delight and Dole Taken to Wife; nor have we herein barred Your better Wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along, for all our Thanks. Now followes, that you know young Alex, Holding a weak supposall of our worth; Or thinking by our late dear Brother's death, Our State to be disjointed, and out of Frame, Colleagued with the dream of his Advantage; He has not failed to pester us with Message, Importing the surrender of those Lands Lost by his Father: with all Bonds of Law To our most valiant Brother. So much for him. Briggs: *collapses from lack of oxygen* Isaac: Hey! You're not the one with about three soliloquies! Briggs: *stands* Oh, that's correct. [Enter Uzume and Kushinada] Briggs: Not again... Now for our self, and for this time of meeting Thus much the business is. We have here written To Babi, Uncle of young Alex, Who Impotent and Bedrid, scarsely heares Of this his Nephew's purpose, to suppress His further gate heerein. In that the Levies, The Lists, and full proportions are all made Out of his subiect: and we here dispatch You good Uzume, and you Kushinada, For bearing of this greeting to old Babi, Giving to you no further personall power To business with the King, more then the scope Of these dilated Articles allow: Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. Felix: Caz really loves copying and pasting. Caz: It's convenient! Besides, Shakespeare was such an awful speller, editing the copy and paste is a pain anyway! Briggs: I think the 'King' talks a bit too much... Caz: Get on with it! Uzume: We will do that ^_^ Kushinada: Can't I say bye to Susa first? Uzume: No, we have no time. Briggs: Farewell. [Exit Uzume and Kushinada] Briggs: And now, Felix... Felix: Meep! O_O Jenna: Hey! How come I have next to no lines in this scene? Caz: Shut up, you two. Felix/Jenna: -_-+++++ Isaac: But- *silenced by glares* ... Briggs: What's the news with you? You told us of some suite. What is it, Felix? You cannot speak of reason to the Valean, and lose your voice. What would'st thou beg, Felix- Felix: Are you obsessed with saying my name?! Briggs: ...That shall not be thy offer, not thy asking? The Head is not more native to the Heart, The Hand is more instrumental to the Mouth, then the throne of Vale is to thy father. Jenna: Our dad wants to take over Vale? Oh no... Isaac: Ssh! Briggs: What would'st thou have, Felix? Felix: Well, first, I'd like a house, no, two houses, and the best weapons- Jenna: (hissing) Script! Felix: Dread my Lord, your leave and favour to return to Prox. From whence though I came willingly to Vale to show duty in your coronation, yet I must confess, that duty done, my thoughts and wishes bend again towards Prox, and bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Briggs: Have you your Father's leave? What says Kraden? Kraden: He has my leave. I beseech you, let him go. Jenna: What about ME? Felix: Little sisters' opinions don't count. Jenna: Grr... Briggs: Take thy fair hour, Felix, time be thine. And thy best graces, spend it at thy will. But now, my cousin Isaac and my 'son'? Isaac: I'm a little more than kin and less than kind ^_^ Briggs: How is it that clouds still hangs on you? Isaac: Cloud? Where? *looks around* Briggs: Not CLOUD... clouds! Isaac: Oh those clouds! *looks confused* What are you talking about? Briggs: ... Isaac: I'm too much in the sun... Dora: Oh dear! Have you been putting enough suncream on? You're not sunburnt are you? *starts fussing over Isaac* Isaac: Mo-om! Felix: *hand over mouth, muffled laughing* Jenna: *cackling* Dora: I do beseech you, Isaac, stop wearing black. It's a most creepy colour... Isaac: I'm mourning! Briggs: It is sweet of you to mourn for your dad, but remember, he too lost a dad. Please do not go back to Vault. Dora: Please don't go back to Vault! Isaac: If Mom asks, then I won't ^_^ Jenna: Yay! I'll have company while my meanie brother runs off to Prox without me! ^_^ Felix: Don't start... Briggs: Good reply. Now let us all go. [Exit all except Isaac] Isaac: N-no, my first soliloquy already? Caz: Yes! Isaac: *takes deep breath* Oh if only too solid flesh would melt, thaw and turn into dew, Or the Everlasting had not fixed, His Cannon against self-slaughter How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. Seems all the uses of the world! It's an unweeded garden that grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature. That it should come to this... But about two months dead, excellent a King was he, so loving to Mom, that he might not... visit her face roughly?! Isaac: O_o How do you visit someone's face? Caz: It's called KISSING! Mia: Ever kissed someone, Isaac? Isaac: Oh o_O Uh... hey, did anybody realise there's two Djinn names in the first part? Garet: Cannon and Dew! Isaac: Well done ^_^ Anyway... Must I remember how she hung on him? As if her appetite grew? Lemme not think about it... Frailty, thy name is woman... Mia: WHAT?! Isaac: Oh no, oh no! Mia: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! Garet: *holds Mia back* He's just reading the script, give him a break! Mia: We women are not frail! Isaac: O_O;;;; A little month, or ere else these shoes are old, with which she followed my father's body. Why she, even she, married with my nonexistent Uncle, My father's imaginary brother, but no more like my dad... Ere yet, so many salty tears left her eyes, she speedily married, with such dexterity to Incestuous sheets... *looks up as he hears snickers* ... what did I say? It is not, or cannot come to good, But break my heart, I must keep quiet... Isaac: Now, what was funny? Garet: Uh, the thought of incestuous sheets... Isaac: O_o; You're whacked! Garet: So... the sheets are related and doing each other? Ivan: Garet, you are so dumb. Mia: ... I suppose Shakespeare often dreamed he was being chased by living sheets or something. Ivan: Yeah... I kind of don't get it. Sheets doing each other? [Enter Garet, Mia and Piers] Garet: Hail to your lordship. Isaac: I am glad to see you well, Garet, or I do forget myself. Garet: The same, my Lord, and your poor Servant ever... Isaac: SIT! Garet: *sits* Isaac: BEG! Garet: *begs* Piers: Ahem! Isaac: Stand up! Garet: *stands* Isaac: Sir, my good friend ever, I'll change that name with you. And what makes you from Vault, Garet? Mia. Mia: My good lord. Isaac: I am very glad to see you, good even, Sir. But what makes you from Vault? Garet: Because I live here! ^_^ Er, truant disposition, good Lord. Isaac: But what is your affair in Vale? Garet: I came to see your dad's funeral! Isaac: Liar, you dare mock me! Nay, you came for the wedding! Garet: Well, it did follow hard upon. Isaac: Well, they say the funeral meats did furnish the wedding table. Mia: I hope they kept it fresh... cooked meat could attract germs after a while, right? Piers: I say... doesn't sound very hygenic... Isaac: Please! Do you realise people could be EATING? Garet: Hey, I saw your dad last night. ^_^ Isaac: Wow, tell me everything! Garet: Blah blah! ^_^ Mia: Blah... Piers: Blahblahblah... Isaac: Awesome! I'll come and accompany you on tonight's watch! Garet/Mia/Piers: YAY! Isaac: o.o [Exit Garet, Mia and Piers] Isaac: I feel the end of this chapter draws near and I shall have the last word- CHEESE! [flees] [Exit Isaac] Caz: ...Ok, stop there! ~*~ [End] ~*~ Mia: Gah! *lunges at Isaac and tries to throttle him* Women... frail!? Isaac: It was in the script, Mia! ;O; Jenna: Cheese? CHEESE? Garet: PH33R +3H CH335E! Caz: Why do I get the feeling everything's going to go downhill from here? Felix: Because you know it will... Caz: -_- Good thing I stocked up on Tylenol...