Friday Morning, Streets of Fandom

It was a quiet Friday morning, or so it seemed to Romeo, despite the nagging concern of the new neighboring island. He had his iPod on and his shirt sleeves rolled to enjoy the late-summer sun, and he attempted to relax into what he hoped would be as peaceful a weekend as possible despite the scheduled tournament.

Friday Morning, the Streets of Fandom

Tybalt	Fandom Island, as Tybalt Capulet saw it, was really not much more than a novelty. A few small streets, a few small businesses. Nothing that Verona Beach didn't have, or Nemesis Island, for that matter. But it was an amusing enough way to waste his time. A cigarette clamped firmly in his teeth, he savored the moment as much as his like possibly can. After all, when they didn't know the Prince of Cats was coming, the trouble he could stir up always seemed so much more entertaining. The familiar face nearby - that made the novelty fade quickly, indeed. "Montague," he hissed around his cigarette, not unlike the cat that everyone accused him of being.
Romeo	He didn't know the voice. He couldn't. It was a delusion, his headphones making it sound like someone it wasn't. Though only in Verona was his last name pronounced with that much scorn. So it was with little surprise, but much shock, that Romeo looked up and saw the dead man. "Good Tybalt," he said, rotating out of old instinct so his back was to a wall. And then his mind went blank. He was just going to stare.
Tybalt	"Good Tybalt," came the echo from the Capulet, as affronted and amused as he ever dared to be. "'Good Tybalt', says, of all of the people on this Earth, none other than Romeo. A Montague. And a villain." His lip curled back into something of a sneer. "A villain I was to endure the presence of not long ago, in the house of Capulet, so close to my own kin. Have you anything to say of that, Good Romeo, in defense of your uninvited intrusion?"
Romeo	The ghost was not talking sense. Well, what sense could ghosts talk, least of all those no doubt being whipped among the fires of Hell? Best to soothe the fiend in hopes it would dissipate. "Only that the intrusion of which you speak was long ago paid for with coins cast in blood, good Capulet," Romeo said. "And I shall say I am sorry once more as its weight has called thee to this place. I have no quarrel with thee."
Tybalt	"Ah, but I have every quarrel with thee," Tybalt shot back, "as any good kinsman ought to quarrel with a madman who has been courting his cousin within the solemn sanctity of his own home." Honestly. Romeo was speaking gibberish and nonsense. Blood had not yet been spilled. But if Tybalt had any say in the matter, there would be coins cast in blood yet.
Romeo	"Thine kinsman uncle bade you to let me go in peace," Romeo shot back before he fully thought it through. "I beg you to now follow the words of your elder and better, and let me pass. Good day, Tybalt." What was supposed to lay ghosts to rest? Salt, and he had none. Alas.
Tybalt	Good day, indeed. "Good day to myself, and to thee, anything but," Tybalt replied. "I'm not under the roof of my uncle, Montague. I do not have to respect the peace that he wished I grant you. Nor are we on Veronan streets. The law that demands my Sword not be drawn does not sway me, here." Truth be told, it wouldn't sway him in Verona, either.
Romeo	"The law of this town is as strong as that of Verona, cuz," Romeo said deliberately, ignoring the sickening in his stomach and desperately wishing he hadn't gotten out of the habit of carrying his gun in town. It was as if the dead man did not know he was dead, and a living Tybalt was yet more frightening than one bound in Hell. "I am unarmed and wish you nothing but a peaceful rest. Therefore let me pass, and return to whence you came, knowing how I love and forgive you." "Good day to us both."
Tybalt	"A villain, a madman, and a coward," Tybalt spat, and then gave a shake of his head as he turned to continue in the same direction he had been headed before. There was simply no sport in hunting unarmed Montagues. Perhaps when next they met, the finale would be less disappointing.
Romeo	Villain, madman, coward and murderer Romeo might be, but fool enough to chase unarmed after a dead man with wickedness in his eye, he was not. He hurried in the opposite direction, trying to ignore the shaking in his legs. He suspected that, should the ghost not return to his grave soon, he'd not get away from another encounter so peaceably.