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Post by Andrew on Mar 13, 2008 12:25:23 GMT -5
"My mother has had the unfortunate tendency, in the past, to allow her kind and generous nature to be preyed upon by opportunistic men of the vilest sort; and I know that she blames herself for much of your appalling conduct, and alas, perhaps she may feel she owes you in some regard for her failings to better correct you in the past--and perhaps you are just the sort to take advantage of that guilt."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 12:49:53 GMT -5
"My mother has had the unfortunate tendency, in the past, to allow her kind and generous nature to be preyed upon by opportunistic men of the vilest sort; ." ((Oi))
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 12:50:52 GMT -5
((Well, I was thinking of Gerard, but, sure, if you want to include yourself in that equation, go for it.))
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 13:04:53 GMT -5
((Ok, occurs to me that Philippe has inherited my 'but I was drunk' excuse...))
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Post by Erik on Mar 13, 2008 13:06:28 GMT -5
*Erik's fingers eased themselves next to Andrew's windpipe in a gentle but unsubtle threat.*
"Vile as Erik may be, his relationship with Madame is not. I knew her long before you were even a thought in her mind, boy, and your accidental blood relationship with her may prevent my killing you, but does not permit you to speak about us. Madame is full capable of discussing her problems with Erik to Erik's face, and has done so. Leaving you with nothing to add. Trust your mother to fight her own battles. And do not discuss her with me!"
*A memory surfaced, of Vianne living in his home, of their drug-fueled tryst, of... But she couldn't have borne a child from that union. And even so, it hadn't been so long ago that any of her current brood--which seemed to pop out at him wherever he went--were his own.*
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Post by Andrew on Mar 13, 2008 13:21:26 GMT -5
"My mother is currently absent from the country, Sir, and as such I doubt she would be in a position to discuss these matters with you. Were she here, would you even dare to speak of such things to her face? She is a lady, Monsieur."
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Post by Erik on Mar 14, 2008 9:54:24 GMT -5
"What has Erik said, other than to tell you that you should let her fight her own battles? I have no slandered her, nor would I say one unkind word about her. She is the best friend Erik has ever had, and as such your concern about my behavior is quite unfounded. Now go, before I lose my temper; I very much doubt she would take kindly to my killing you."
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Post by Andrew on Mar 14, 2008 11:23:48 GMT -5
"Tread carefully, Erik," *he said quietly, giving the older man a black look before departing.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 14, 2008 19:28:15 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes narrowed. The day he needed advice from Andrew Blakeney...
But he let him go. And wondered where Madame was.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Mar 14, 2008 19:28:58 GMT -5
((...getting my freak on in Persia. Where are you?))
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Post by Philippe on Mar 14, 2008 19:46:17 GMT -5
((Ok, read some of Erik's posts quickly and you conclude that Rebecca is his daughter.))
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Post by Tony on Mar 14, 2008 19:46:43 GMT -5
((She is not.))
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Post by Philippe on Mar 14, 2008 19:48:16 GMT -5
((Boo))
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Post by James T. Kirk on Mar 14, 2008 19:52:23 GMT -5
((Erik's only curious. Idly. But since she is not a freak, he will probably conclude none of them are his.
Also, Giry, Erik is with YOUR MOM.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Mar 14, 2008 19:54:45 GMT -5
((Vianne: ...my...my mother is dead.
Implications: *are disturbing*))
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