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Thanks to IloveZimandNny16 and houseofnightfan for reviewing! Thanks soooo much for support; you guys rock!

Houseofnightfan: yeah, Nisroc being all nice and whatnot is a little different. But I have a reason for it! Remember in Destined when Dragon was all like "Im gonna kill you stupid RMs!"? Rephaim described Nisroc as "looking like he wanted to retreat." Benvolio (Nisroc in the FF) never ever wants to start fights, and will often try to stop them from happening. However, he will fight to defend himself. That and because Nisroc is Rephaim most popular brother made Nisroc Benvolio. Now I hope you and anyone else who was wondering understands my enigma of a mind a little bit more.

Now, onto the next scene! But first a disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I still don't own R+J or HON. I probably won't ever own it (except maybe in my dreams).

~Smiley

Act 1 Scene 2

(curtain)

In the Johnson's mansion, John and Dallas are deep in conversation. However, as they pace the halls of the great house, only a servant witnesses their conversation.

"…but Kalona has sworn the same oath I have, and he's under the same penalty. I don't believe it will be hard for men as old as we are to keep the peace," John said to Dallas.

"You both have honorable reputations, and it's too bad you've been enemies for so long. But what do you say to my request?" Dallas said.

"I can only say what I've said before. Stevie Rae is still very young, not even seventeen yet. Let's wait a couple more years before we start thinking she's ready to be married," John said to the hopeful Dallas.

"Many girls younger than her have married and become happy mothers," Dallas insisted.

"Girls who marry too young grow up too soon. But go ahead and charm her, gentle Dallas; let her grow and fall in love with you. My permission is only part of her decision. If she agrees to marry you, my blessing and fair words will only confirm her choice," John said with a wave of his hand. Then he continued, "Tonight I'm having my annual feast. I've invited a lot of my closest friends, and I'd be very pleased if you came too. You can expect to see many wonderful things there, including many young women. Look at anyone you like and choose whoever seems best to you. Once you see many girls, my daughter may not seem like the most beautiful anymore. Please, come with me."

Then John spoke to Heath, the servant witnessing the conversation, handing him a list of people. "Go and walk around Verona. Find the people on this list and tell them they're invited to my house tonight."

The John and Dallas walked away, leaving Heath to mentally implode as he stared at the paper in his hand. "Oh, I'm screwed!" he shouted as soon as they were out of earshot. "I've been sent to find the people on this list, but I can't read! I'll never find anyone on my own." Heath ran out of the mansion and onto the streets, telling himself, "I've got to find someone who can read."

Down the block, he spotted Nisroc and Rephaim, who were walking in his general direction. "Thank God!" Heath whispered to himself. "Here come some people, right in the nick of time.

Meanwhile, Nisroc is continuing to try and cure Rephaim of his lovesickness. "C'mon, dude. It's not that complicated. You can put one fire out by starting another. A new pain will make the one you already have seem less painful. If you make yourself dizzy, you can cure yourself by spinning around in the opposite direction. A new grief will make you forget the old one."

Rephaim just looked at him questioningly. Nisroc sighed. "It's like when you're hung-over and drink more vodka or whatever to ease the symptoms. Make yourself lovesick by gazing at a new girl, and your old lovesickness will be cured."

"A plantain leaf is excellent for that," Rephaim said. (A/N a plantain leaf was thought to have healing powers)

"For what, Rephaim?" Nisroc asked.

"For when you cut your shin," Rephaim said. Nisroc looked at him like he was certifiably insane.

"What? Rephaim, have you lost it?"

"I'm not crazy, but I'm tied tighter than a mental patient in a straightjacket. I'm a food-deprived prisoner. I'm whipped and tortured and—" Rephaim started, but stopped speaking when a wild-eyed man walked up to them. "Good evening, good fellow," Rephaim said to Heath.

"Blessed be. Excuse me, sir, but do you know how to read?" Heath asked them.

"I can read my own fortune in my misery," Rephaim answered, kind of.

"Perhaps you've learned from life and not from books. But please, can you read anything you see?" Heath asked, clutching the paper.

"If I know the language and the letters."

Crap. Heath thought. This guy doesn't know his letters. How is he supposed to help me? "I see. Well, that's an honest answer. Have a nice day."

"Wait! I can read." Rephaim scans the letter and reads, "Damien Maslin, Jack Twist, Shaunee Cole, Erin Bates, Kramisha, Johnny B, Aphrodite LaFont and her warrior Darius, the wise Sylvia Redbird, Sister Mary Angela, Erik Night, James Stark, Dragon and Anastasia Lankford, Lenobia, and my niece Rosaline." Then he said, "That's a nice group of people. Where are they supposed to go?"

"Up," Heath answered.

"Where? To dinner?" Rephaim asked.

"To our house," Heath said.

"Whose house?" Rephaim questioned.

"My employer's house."

"Oh, I should have asked you before who he was," Rephaim said.

"Well, now I'll tell you so you don't have to ask. My master is the great and rich John Johnson, and if you're not a Raven Mocker, you should come and crack a beer with us. Have a nice day!" With that, Heath left, looking like the weight of the sky had been lifted off his shoulders

"The beautiful Rosaline who you love so much will be at Johnson's annual feast, along with every beautiful woman in Verona. You should go and compare her with the other girls I'll show you," Nisroc stated. Then he quoted, "Compare her face with some that I shall show, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow."

Rephaim smirked at him for the quote, but said, "If my eyes ever lie to me like that, let my tears burn them for being such liars. No one is or has ever been more beautiful than Rosaline."

"You decided that she was beautiful when you were all alone, which means there was no one to compare her too. But when you compare her to the other beautiful girls at the feast, you won't think she's the best anymore," Nisroc insisted.

"I'll go along, but your attempts will only prove she's the best. I'm only going so I can see her again," Rephaim semi-agreed.

(and scene)

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