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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 14:09:51 GMT -5
((What are you, a psychiatrist?))
*Without thinking he turned to her, a demonic grin rendering his face that much more grotesque.*
"Erik has forgiven himself for far worse than you can imagine," *he leered.* "At any rate, it is no concern of yours. Erik has not entirely decided against killing you and depositing your body at the bottom of Lake Averne. And so, as his slave--" *he darted forward and, in a flash, slid one hand beneath the bottom of her shirt to retrieve the mask without so much as brushing her flesh--* "you'd best do as he commands."
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Post by Marius on Apr 27, 2007 14:12:39 GMT -5
((You rang?))
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 14:13:01 GMT -5
Megan drew back as he tied on the mask, looking slightly violated.
"For your information, I was going to touch your face," she said finally. "I know that's weird, but... I dunno, I thought a hand on your cheek would mean something to you. Pardon me for getting ahead of myself."
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 14:23:13 GMT -5
*The mask tied in place, he felt a great measure of calm returning. He found himself chuckling darkly.*
"And what, pray tell, was such an action going to accomplish? What makes you think Erik has any interest in having his face handled by one such as you?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 14:33:21 GMT -5
For the first time, Megan did something close to relenting.
"I thought it'd make you feel better," she told him. "You know... human contact... from a girl... Look, I always thought that would be this big epiphany moment for you. Like the kiss from Christine, but not under duress.
"And by the way... when I fliched a few minutes ago, it wasn't because I didn't like touching you. I was embarassed because my hand was sweaty, because I was nervous."
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 14:38:40 GMT -5
"What kind of woolly-headed claptrap is that?" *Erik scoffed.* "'Human contact from a girl'? You know NOTHING--" *He broke off, for once at a loss.*
"You know nothing about Erik, and you do not deserve to speak Christine's name. Erik does not know how you know so much, but you are not he, and you do not have the right to speak of such things!"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 14:40:42 GMT -5
Megan nodded, looking away. "Where will I sleep?" she murmured.
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 14:45:30 GMT -5
*Erik blinked at her in surprise. He waited for her to say something else. Surely she'd continue being impertinent and absurd? But no; she seemed genuinely chagrined.
Good.*
"Should you be capable of closing your mouth for more than thirty seconds together, you may make do with the chaise in the parlour. You will not enter Christine's room. And mine, you may be certain, will be locked whenever I am indisposed.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 14:47:32 GMT -5
"Okay," she said with a nod. "But Erik- the reason I asked about the clothes a few minutes earlier... if I'm living here, you can't expect me to wear only what I have now. I'm going to need something else."
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 14:53:56 GMT -5
*She was still being reasonable. It made him suspicious.*
"Erik cannot very well do his shopping with you tagging along after him like a great puppy."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 14:55:35 GMT -5
"I thought you could steal some of Carlotta's old costumes for me, considering I'm your... your prisoner, right? I thought you didn't want me to leave."
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 15:02:48 GMT -5
*Erik slapped his own thigh in exasperation.*
"You told Erik you would follow him! What am I to do with you? It seems that by making you his prisoner, Erik is condemning himself to the same fate. Which is why he told you to go. But you will come back... Very well. Erik will retrieve these clothes you seem to require, and you will render this room spotless before he comes back, or it will go very ill for you."
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Post by Emily on Apr 28, 2007 9:34:37 GMT -5
((I smell interior decorating!
"What are those?" "Well, I found these really cute ottomans at IKEA!"))
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 28, 2007 16:51:37 GMT -5
"Thank you!" said Megan, actually dropping to her knees in front of him. "When I said I'd follow you, I meant around the house... Of course, I won't actually do that now, but... I'll get up now," she added, sensing that her overdramatic devotion wouldn't sit well with him.
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Post by Erik on Apr 28, 2007 17:16:41 GMT -5
"Are you ill? Do you have some sort of neural damage that results in fits? No? Well then get up, and... Erik does not like being followed. Erik deals very swiftly and painfully with those he finds following him. Even his dearest friends; which, he hardly need remind you, you are not. If Erik desired a puppy, he would go fetch one out of a dustbin."
*He frowned impressively for a moment, and left, careful to lock and trap all the entrances on the way out.*
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