hamilton rp

Umbreon: you f**king what-

Phillip: I challenged George to a duel! *he crossed his arms and began to pace* I wasn't about to let him talk about my father that way!

U: *sighs* jesusf**kingchrist- you're gonna give me and your dad a f**king stroke...

Phillip: I can handle myself! it isn't your problem!

U: it is though. I'm guessing you don't have the foggiest idea on how to do this?

Phillip: Dad explained it...

U: do you have pistols?

*he slowly pulled out his fathers pistol*

U: a second?

U: the person, dipshit.

(OH MY GOD GO BACK- I TOLD MY BROTHER TO REPLY WHILE I TOOK OUT THE TRASH AND AUUGGGGGGHHHH-)

huh?

(just go from "a second?")

Phillip: Can... you? please.

U: fine. but I highly disagree with your actions.

Phillip: Thank you-

U: this George fellow. I know his dad. his son is no man of honor. he would as soon shoot you in the back as steal your wallet.

Phillip: but I cant just let what he said go

*Nicolas frowned, looking at Phillip with a stern glare*
Nicolas: *clumsily* Philuhp. Loohk aht me when too speek *the deaf ship-repairer hoped he ‘heard’ Phillip wrong and that the boy hadn’t actually said ‘duel’

Phillip: oh... sorry. *he turned to look at you* I challenged George to a duel I- He talked shit about my father I was NOT gonna let it slide!

*Nicolas groaned as his fears were confirmed. He rolled his eyes and put his head down on his knee in exasperation. A few of his coworkers snickered to each other at their friend’s expense, oblivious to the conversation’s topic except for the fact that it was annoying the black man*
Nicolas: *muttering* for gohd’s saek *he grabbed Phillip by the ear and glared daggers at the boy with his sharp green eyes* now yoo lihstn too mee; yoo ar gohing ohver there ahnd yoo ar saeing thaht yoo ar sohrree. Uhnderstahnd?

Phillip: Ow-ow-ow- Okay! I understand!!

Nicolas: gud *he let go of the boy’s ear and turned back to his work* wee’ll goh ahfter Iee fihnish work

Phillip: Okay.... *he rubbed his ear and looked down at his fathers pistol in his pocket*

*a small clatter caught his attention. Two little kids, a white girl with curly blonde hair and presumably her brother, were looking between Phillip and Nicolas with impish grins and muffled giggles. The girl shyly walked over to Phillip and smiled up at him*
???: ‘scuse me, sir, but why’re you carrying a gun in your pocket? *Nicolas looked up upon seeing the girl’s pink skirt from the corner of his eye, frowning lightly*
Nicolas: Ehmlee, thihs ihsn’t uh plaeegrownd *the girl, Emily, ignored the dead sailor, seemingly feigning deafness to the black man’s words. Nicolas glared* Ehmlee. Ahff thuh boat. Now.

*He looked embarrassed*
Phillip: Er- no reason.

Emily: My little brother wants to see it, but he’s too shy to say so *she pointed to the little boy, who hid behind a barrel. Nicolas growled before standing and picking up the little girl, potato-sacking her over his shoulder before doing the same to her brother* ah! Hey! Lemme go!
Nicolas: *angrily* geht off my boht! *he walked the kicking children off, drawing quite a lot of attention from white passersby and sailors (after all, it was pretty rare to see a black man, especially one of Nicolas’s size, this far north). A few of Nicolas’s coworkers shook their heads and returned to their work. A freckled redhead turned to Phillip with a small smile*
???: those kids belong to one of the harbor keepers, and they seem to think coming aboard different boats at harbor is the most entertaining thing ever. Nicolas is the only one who has the guts to tell ‘em off, but lately that little girl learned about slavery on one of the shipping ships and now she won’t listen to a word Nick says *the man sighed* shame really; now it’s up for us to tell them to scram

Phillip: I can see how that could be an issue-

*Nicolas came back on the ship after a few minutes (although it felt like hours), now sporting a large slap mark across his cheek. He was glaring, clearly pissed off about something, and sighed heavily*
Nicolas: cuhm ohn Phihlp, wee’re going too apahlohgize too yor duling partner

Phillip: you cant just punch people man!

Nicolas: *Angrily* look, Iee. dohn’t. caer. Seereeuhsly, Iee culd noht caer lehss uhbowt whuht peepul theenk ohf mee

Phillip: Well I DO! my father is gonna PISSED!

Nicolas: *snorts* whiee? Yoo wern’t thuh wo whoo dihd iht

Phillip: because he'll be mad about his reputation. "The Hamilton child, involved in reckless assault!"

Nicolas: *stopping him fully* Noh. Yoo wahnnah knoh whuht thuh papers’ll saee? “Tehrrihfieeing Blahck Man Ahtacks Whieet Man for Noh Reeson” *Nicolas turned away, hiding his bruised face from Phillip’s view* Mohst yoo’ll bee mehntioned ihn ihs ahs uh fuhtnoht

Phillip: I didn't mean it like that.

George: I. am. going. to. duel. him.

Nicolas: Noh. Yoo. Ahr. Noht. *Nicolas tightened his large hands into fists and gritted his teeth, his green eyes firey with anger*

George: Stop me, [SUPER OFFENSIVE BAD WORD WHITE MEANIES USED WAY BACK]

(XD)
*Nicolas drew back his fist and punched George straight in the nose. The spray of blood and sickening crack told Phillip, the doctor, and George’s second that his nose had been broken as the man fell to the ground. Nicolas grabbed the white man’s collar and pulled him back to his feet*
Nicolas: *barely understandable* thihs ihs yoor wohrniing

*Phillip stepped back as George stared in shock*
George: *sniff* o-oookay.

*Nicolas huffed and wiped his hand off on his pants before turning on his heel and grabbing Phillip's hand*
Nicolas: c'mon. wee'r leeving

Phillip: You cant just- we- pff....

*But Nicolas wasn't looking at him (and henceforth wasn't listening), instead so caught up in his own anger that he was unable to look back*

*he tapped him with his other hand*

*Nicolas turned around, eyebrow raised and a scowl on his bruised face*
Nicolas: yes? what

Phillip: *I dunno if the Hamiltons ever owned slaves but lets just say Phillip was against it* Er- Okay- fine.

*the sailor walked away from the shipyard with Phillip before turning around to face him*
Nicolas: ahlrite, whehre ihs thuh guiee now? Whehre’s hee lihve?

Phillip: Hes uh... Already waiting at the dueling grounds.

Nicolas: *groaning* oh for goahd’s saek *the black man facepalmed before following Phillip to the dueling grounds* ahr yoo Gorge?

George: yeah I am, and who are you?

Nicolas: *straightening up, a bruise beginning to form on his cheek* Iee’m hihs sehcnd. Wee’r cahlling theh dool ahff

George: What!?

Nicolas: hee apologiziz, ahnd ahdmihts hee wahs wrohng *Nicolas’s gaze becomes firm and cold* so no mohr dool

George: nope, the little twerp wants to talk, well talk.

*Nicolas blinked, having missed most of that sentence due to the speed in which it was spoken and eying the gun George was holding*
Nicolas: sohree, say ahgehn?