human
Vincent:  "And for a job that’s so boring. It’s a boring job! It’s not that I mind being worked like a dog, but don’t you think I could be better used doing other things?”
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Vincent's Brother:  “If so, jabbering is not one of them. An animal does not lecture his master. You don’t merely work like a dog; you are my dog, and I think you’d best remember it.”
human
Vincent:  “But every dog is supposed to have his day, right, Excellency? Likewise, everyone has a place to best display their performance—a stage! I must stand upon a stage that suits me, a place packed full of what makes me me! Life is too short.” Vincent sighed at the young man, who seemed to have a comeback for every remark.
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Vincent's Brother:  The young man pursed his lips, but when he noticed Prisca right in front of him, he exclaimed, “Oh! Well, look at this lovely young lady. What beautiful eyes you have. Seeing myself reflected in those rubies, I can’t help thinking I look rather manly—wouldn’t you say?”
human
Prisca:  “Keeping your jester at your side is your prerogative, Brother, but I can’t abide his yammering. It’s not to my taste.” Prisca leaned her arm on an armrest and rested her chin on her hand. “Jester? Is there one here…?”
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Vincent's Brother:  Her comments seemed to be lost on the young man, who immediately began scanning the room. “Jester, jester, jester—I don’t see any. Wait—perhaps you meant to say puppy? There’s certainly one of those dozing right by your side.”
human
Arakiya:  “Puppy? Me?” Arakiya tilted her head and pointed at herself, apparently feeling ambushed by the change of topic.
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Vincent's Brother:  “Of course—do you see any other? Your floppy ears are adorable, little puppy. But don’t you think you’re a mite…exposed? Even for one who likes to draw some attention? You’re going to attract the wrong type of person going around dressed like that.”
human
Arakiya:  “Exposed… Too exposed… Puppy…” Arakiya looked at Prisca for her cue on how to deal with the boy and his oh-so-quick banter.
gpt
Prisca:  “Brother.”
human
Vincent:  “Hmm?”
gpt
Prisca:  “I suggest you find yourself a new clown.” No sooner had she spoken than Arakiya disappeared. In less than the space of an eyeblink, she was on the ceiling of the parlor. She kicked off, flinging herself down at the heads of Vincent and the young man. “Arf, arf.” Her outstretched hand began to glow blue, a flame forming to consume the boy.
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Vincent's Brother:  “My my, how short-tempered. But I must say I don’t disapprove of your reaction. Indeed, I like it very much.” The boy had his sword in his hand—when had he drawn it?—and with it, he met Arakiya’s palm, completely deflecting the surprise attack. He wielded a unique weapon called a katana, which was found in Kararagi, the capital city of the great nation to the west. He wielded it nimbly, expertly avoiding Arakiya’s killing blow. What’s more, he’d drawn a second sword that he now held up to Arakiya’s neck.