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Post by Erik on Oct 1, 2007 17:57:54 GMT -5
"Oh. Well then."
*Erik swiftly produced a corkscrew and two glasses as if from the air, and in no time was sipping a hefty glass while offering the other to the... to Erika.*
What an absurd name.
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Erika
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Post by Erika on Oct 1, 2007 17:58:28 GMT -5
"Good year," she said flatly.
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Post by Erik on Oct 1, 2007 18:08:07 GMT -5
"Not particularly," *he said.* "Oh, the wine. Yes."
*He took another sip. Was rather good, he thought.*
"What brings you here, anyway, as it is clear you detest the sight of Erik?"
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Erika
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Post by Erika on Oct 1, 2007 18:10:52 GMT -5
"Misery loves company, I thought."
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Post by Erik on Oct 1, 2007 18:20:19 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes narrowed.*
"Misery loves wine would be more apt, for otherwise I fear my years as a recluse have been ill-spent," *he said. But his words lacked venom; he was too tired, to heartsore, to trouble himself about unwanted visitors. They seemed to be all the rage, lately.*
"Still... Stranger things have happened. One would think two ghosts--or three or four or however many there are now--would be too many."
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Erika
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Post by Erika on Oct 1, 2007 18:23:19 GMT -5
"Did you hear the one turned out to be her father?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 1, 2007 18:24:58 GMT -5
*Erik frowned in remembrance.*
"Very odd. He was dead, supposedly; I confess I never thought my story about her father being the Phantom was true."
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Erika
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Post by Erika on Oct 1, 2007 18:42:21 GMT -5
"Our father thinks we're foolish enough to not know who he is."
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Post by Erik on Oct 2, 2007 9:00:46 GMT -5
*Erik stopped dead.*
"Your... father?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 3, 2007 7:00:36 GMT -5
*Julian led Oraine to a small hiding place in the wall that he might show her Erik. At the sight of the other, his brow furrowed. His mother was entertaining another woman? He felt his heart start to ache. He whispered near-silently.*
"The one with the yellowed hair."
*He point to the small peep hole.*
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Post by Erik on Oct 3, 2007 9:08:37 GMT -5
*Something buzzed at the corner of Erik's perception, but he was not yet familiar enough with the sensation to recognize it right away.*
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Erika
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Post by Erika on Oct 3, 2007 13:19:34 GMT -5
*Erik stopped dead.* "Your... father?" "I'm beginning to suspect there are some alternate universes overlapping here."
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Post by Erik on Oct 3, 2007 13:24:42 GMT -5
"Beginning? You're quick," *Erik commented.* "Not fair, though, that Erik doesn't have a father. I should think that'd be nice."
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Erika
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Post by Erika on Oct 3, 2007 13:25:25 GMT -5
"He hasn't told us. He thinks we don't know."
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Post by Erik on Oct 3, 2007 13:27:46 GMT -5
"What is your father doing hanging about anyway? Seems to me, if you've got a father, there's no need for living in cellars."
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