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Post by Erik on May 1, 2007 16:31:48 GMT -5
*Erik felt collected now, safe behind the mask. It afforded him a measure of calm.*
"It is kind of you to say so, child. But Erik is quite adamant about the need for it."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 1, 2007 16:33:50 GMT -5
Megan sat up enough to turn her head and look at him.
"Okay," she said, smiling.
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Post by Erik on May 1, 2007 16:35:37 GMT -5
"Then... you will not try to remove it again?" *Erik asked. He wasn't entirely certain what to do with her, now.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 1, 2007 16:40:10 GMT -5
"I'm not saying I won't ask on occasion," said Megan, trying to be totally honest. "I mean... it's sometimes a little creepy hearing you talk but never seeing anything move. That weirds me out a lot more than what's underneath."
She smiled again.
"Maybe sometime I will take you back to where I come from and let them fix you," she sighed, letting the spider drop away from her hand on its web and crawl away. "If you want me to, anyway..."
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Post by Erik on May 1, 2007 16:48:40 GMT -5
"Then you will have to be 'weirded out,'" *Erik snapped. He approached again.*
"And Erik would like to accompany you now. To this place, where they can repair what god hath wrought."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 1, 2007 16:55:08 GMT -5
Oh, crap, Megan thought.
"Right now? My plane ticket doesn't even... This is Paris, though, so they're likely to have one here. I think."
She glanced at him and said quickly, "You know it's expensive, right? And you'll probably never look... all the way normal, if you get what I mean...."
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Post by Erik on May 1, 2007 17:11:58 GMT -5
*Erik did not know what plane meant.*
"Do you mean that these magicians exist here, as well? How is it possible? Erik has spent his life, the whole of his genius, on this problem, but to no avail. Erik would settle for a nose that is not pasteboard."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 1, 2007 17:14:55 GMT -5
Megan sighed and sat up completely.
"Look, when I said 'where I come from', I meant... 'when I come from'." She shifted uncomfortably. "See, Erik... I... I'm from the year 2007."
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Post by Erik on May 1, 2007 17:21:06 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes narrowed.*
"That is the most ridiculous thing you have said yet today, which is saying quite a lot," *he said.* "Nonsense." *He frowned.* "You are trying to throw Erik of the scent!"
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 1, 2007 17:25:17 GMT -5
"No, really!" she exclaimed, reaching into her bag. Her hand settled briefly on her iPod, but she realized that she was far too attached to sacrifice that should he try to destroy it, and instead pulled out the oddly proportioned, glossy-covered Sandman graphic novel.
"Look at the copyright date. 1992. Look at the pictures. I'm telling you-"
She held out the book and shut up. She'd already ruined what little connection they had made.
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Post by Erik on May 1, 2007 17:29:49 GMT -5
*Erik thumbed through the book. Lurid coloring; couldn't be mass-produced. But it didn't look hand-painted, either.*
"A trick," *he said, tossing the volume carelessly aside.* "What is your plot, girl? What do you hope to gain from such an elaborate deception?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 1, 2007 17:38:41 GMT -5
"For crying out loud, Erik, look how I'm dressed! I'm wearing PANTS!"
She was on the brink of shouting again. She quickly calmed herself down as much as possible; she didn't want to rage at him again.
"That's why I thought you were dead. That book I showed you earlier was written in 1911. It says you're dead. Something's happened to this opera house. It's like a vortex or something. I saw people in all kinds of costumes walking down here... I don't know how to get out, or even if I did, how I would manage to get you out of France, because you'd have to go through airport secur-"
Upon seeing the confusion in his eyes, she started explaining, "An airport is a port for airplanes, which are really fast flying machines."
Confused and angry, she pressed a fist to her forehead for a moment.
"Erik, I'm worried I'm trapped here for now, and until I find out what's going on, I... can't help you find a surgeon. In the meantine, though, if you can procure some makeup and putty from upstairs, I'll see if I can help you look close to normal temporarily. Okay?"
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Post by Erik on May 1, 2007 17:45:41 GMT -5
"The opera attracts many eccentrics," *he handwaved.* "You may be a complete loon, who has... has developed an unnatural, perverted attraction and... and printed out..." *He wound down, certain there was a flaw in his logic. So he latched onto something else to be irritated about.*
"Good lord, do you think Erik has not considered makeup?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 1, 2007 17:47:34 GMT -5
"I'm good at it," said Megan, stubbornly. "And I improvise."
((Actual Fright Fest quotes))
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Post by Erik on May 1, 2007 17:54:51 GMT -5
*The thought of letting the girl anywhere near his face set alarms off in Erik's brain, but he thought it best to stall. She may have a point; he hated mirrors to the point it was difficult to get himself to look into one long enough to do anything.*
"Perhaps. In time. If you... if you serve Erik well."
*He nodded decisively.*
"Now. What else can you to, to make yourself useful?"
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