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Post by Erik on May 30, 2007 16:10:47 GMT -5
*Erik stared at her, motionless, for a moment. He had never been content with so little; no matter what he told Christine, or himself.
But he was not about to tell this girl everything.*
"Very well," *he said, and turned to sit in the chair.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 30, 2007 16:15:56 GMT -5
Oh, who am I kidding? Megan thought to herself. I would JUMP THOSE BONES given half the chance.
Slowly, she gathered the supplies and glanced at him sitting placidly in the chair.
And frankly, not a lot else to jump, she added.
"Um, okay, first I'm going to have to try to hide the fact that..."
Her voice trailed off as she decided it was probably not a good idea to systematically list every flaw in his face and how she'd correct it.
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Post by Erik on May 30, 2007 16:20:18 GMT -5
*Erik's yellow eyes flashed a warning that Megan thankfully heeded.*
"Just. Work," *he said shortly.* "The pasteboard nose is on the table, there, if that's what you're stumbling over."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 30, 2007 16:25:48 GMT -5
"Er, right. I'll just- carry on, then..."
She went back to shaping the flesh-covered putty over the false nose to make it look more realistic.
"So," she said idly, desperate for some kind of conversation to break the tension, "how did you end up with your name? If it was an accident, I mean. Was it the meaning? I've looked it up. It means 'ruler of all'."
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Post by Erik on May 30, 2007 16:40:56 GMT -5
((You *had* to go and do that to me, didn't you? )) *Erik would never understand why women always needed to talk. Chatter chatter like birds all day, like mice in the pantry. Death, or Nadir, knew the meaning of silence. Mostly because Nadir was drunk, but nevermind the reason. Women talked. Far too much. Erik sighed.* "How industrious of you," *he said.* "Do you mean to tell Erik it's not in your precious book?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 30, 2007 16:48:57 GMT -5
"All it says in the book is-" She stopped to think for a moment. "Oh, right. 'He said he had no name and no country and he had acquired the name of Erik by accident.' That's all."
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Post by Erik on May 30, 2007 16:57:17 GMT -5
*She'd memorized it? By all the gods he didn't much care about, this girl was insane! But she was persistent too, and he could hardly tell her his mother had always liked the name and he'd been too lazy to change it. Not if she knew, word for word, what he'd said to Christine.
And come to think of it, how did she?*
"If Erik did not see fit to inform Christine, what makes you think he will tell you?" *he said cooly.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 30, 2007 17:06:10 GMT -5
"Well, you played catch-and-release with Christine. She could have spilled all kinds of secrets if she'd wanted to. I, on the other hand, and evidently stuck here- not that I mind, of course."
As she started working on his face, she added, "Though I do insist you bring me with you so that I can gauge the reaction to my work. After all," she said calmly, "Megan is an artist, and, as such, she demands to see the reception of her labors."
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Post by Erik on May 30, 2007 17:19:14 GMT -5
"I am not bringing you with me," *Erik said flatly. Drag this child along while he reconciled with Christine? She was crazier than he was.* "Erik will tell you what was successful so as to improve your technique in the future. And why do you speak of yourself in the third person?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 30, 2007 17:44:25 GMT -5
"I did!?" Megan said flatly. "Anyway, you can leave me in the hall or whatever when you're reconciling, but I just want to see what other people do around you, how they react."
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Post by Erik on May 30, 2007 17:58:47 GMT -5
*Erik rose abruptly.*
"Erik cannot allow that," *he said firmly.* "Erik's life depends on secrecy. On being alone; something you, with your chattering monkey-talk, clearly cannot understand. Erik cannot let you follow him." *He turned on her.* "Is that clear?"
((Uh oh!))
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 30, 2007 18:00:17 GMT -5
"Yes... crystal," Megan muttered. "Megan will stay here."
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Post by Erik on May 30, 2007 18:21:03 GMT -5
"Good," *Erik said, as if that settled everything. He sat.* "You may proceed."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 30, 2007 18:26:54 GMT -5
Megan carefully began pressing putty to his cheeks in an attempt at making his cheekbones seem more even.
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Post by Erik on May 30, 2007 18:34:45 GMT -5
*The putty was cold and gooey against his skin, but Erik forced himself to hold still. Like a tethered, but unbroke, horse, his muscles twitched as he waited. He would keep on guard against her advances, too; for he was meant only for Christine.*
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