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Post by Andrew on Mar 8, 2008 13:55:33 GMT -5
*Andrew made his way down to the cellars, whistling as he did.*
"...Erik?"
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Post by Erik on Mar 10, 2008 13:10:33 GMT -5
*Erik ((mysteriously corporeal, don't try this at home, kids, I'm a suethor)) materialized as a slightly blacker shape in the blackness.
Foolish boy! To come here, unairmed, unaided, with Erik's name on his lips.*
"You seek death, my boy?"
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Post by Andrew on Mar 10, 2008 13:12:15 GMT -5
"Er, no, I actually had an issue I thought you might be able to resolve. I believe you knew my mother, sir--a Madame Giry, as was."
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Post by Erik on Mar 10, 2008 15:39:58 GMT -5
"Knew?"
*Fear pierced Erik's heart and he suddenly appeared to press Andrew--firmly but without injury--against the wall.*
"She is no longer?"
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Post by Andrew on Mar 10, 2008 16:09:40 GMT -5
"H-heavens, no--she's quite well...thank you," *he said, awkwardly falling back upon mannerly responses to inquiries as to someone's state of health, although, somehow, in this circumstance, it didn't seem to fit.* "I only meant that you...have not had much contact with her in several months, years, perhaps..."
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Post by Erik on Mar 10, 2008 16:13:08 GMT -5
*Erik let go and stepped back.*
"No... I have not," *he mused.* "It saddens Erik, but little can be done..."
*He looked keenly at the boy.*
"Did she send you?"
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Post by Andrew on Mar 10, 2008 17:25:04 GMT -5
"Er...no, I...I came on my own..."
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Post by Erik on Mar 11, 2008 12:29:23 GMT -5
*Erik sighed the sigh of the immensely put-upon. Like the rest of his voice, his sighs contained multitudes.*
"Erik supposes he cannot kill you, regardless," *he said.* "So as your parents' son, should I assume you came here for a specific purpose?"
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Post by Andrew on Mar 11, 2008 12:36:23 GMT -5
"I did," *said Andrew, taking out his pristine handkerchief and passing it delicately over his brow.*
"I hear you have a certain interest in the upcoming production of Turandot. As you are a man of considerable taste, I wonder that you did not give Monsieur Beecham a more worthy role. He is clearly capable of rising to the occasion...Though he did say you have a somewhat...personal interest...in the current lead."
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Post by Erik on Mar 11, 2008 14:47:13 GMT -5
*Erik's jaw tightened.*
"Erik does not have to explain his casting decisions to M. Beecham or anyone else. However, Monsieur Daae is my student and I am well aware of his ability to tackle the role. Monsieur Beecham has been away for some years."
*He leaned close to the boy, fixing him with blue eyes that nonetheless glowed slightly in the dim light.*
"What is your interest in the Beecham boy, hmm?"
((Erik is totally one of those people who isn't gay, just likes to have sex with men. So they say.))
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Post by Andrew on Mar 11, 2008 17:35:46 GMT -5
((I get that. Like my friend who doesn't eat meet but is NOT a vegetarian.))
*Andrew turned a bit pink.*
"He's...very good. At singing."
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Post by Erik on Mar 12, 2008 10:28:07 GMT -5
"So is Daae," *Erik returned smoothly, not retreating.* "Don't you think it a bit dangerous to infer things about Erik's partisanship, in your position?"
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Post by Andrew on Mar 12, 2008 10:30:15 GMT -5
"There is no danger in the facts, Monsieur," *retorted Andrew.* "If you do not own to a bias which everyone around you sees, does not mean that it does not exist."
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Post by Erik on Mar 12, 2008 11:19:27 GMT -5
"I do not deny Erik's bias. It is natural and apt, considering the boy's training. I merely point out yours."
*He moved away, smoothing his shoulders.*
"Erik will not alter the casting," *he said.* "Not for Monsieur Beecham, who is a notorious flirt, nor for a boy entranced by him, no matter who's son."
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Post by Andrew on Mar 12, 2008 12:28:32 GMT -5
"I am NOT entranced! And I have never once seen Monsieur Beecham flirt, notoriously or otherwise. He's perfectly cordial to ladies, from what I have seen."
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