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Post by Death on May 9, 2007 23:15:55 GMT -5
((Oh my god. She just really wants me to put a cap her ass, doesn't she? )) "I did," *Erik muttered, trying to ignore the fact that Megan was fawning at his side. He gestured around him.* "This is my home," *he explained unecessarily to Death.* "I think you'll like Erik's bedchamber." *He smiled to himself as he went to open the door.* "I'm sure I will." *Death replied to Erik and turned to the girl that seemed so eager to follow. He sighed heavily. At that moment he wanted very much to smack her on the butt and say "Run along now, man talk..." all 007 style. He totally dug Bond, the dude was always so smooth, especially with the ladies. Or at least invite Erik out for drinks some time away from her. Couldn't she understand that they were sharing a moment? He just shook his head slightly and looked back to Erik.* "I'm very interested to see your torture chamber, if it would be possible. I have heard much about it, but have never been assigned a collection from it. But my understanding is there have been many." *He smiled hopefully.*
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de Chenevier
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Post by de Chenevier on May 11, 2007 18:46:27 GMT -5
*Blanchette, distracted, as there had not been any food produced, and not being a patient cat, rubbed herself against the man's legs again. His black pants were of a very fine make, and she liked the way it felt against her fur, which she was quite proud of, being white and smooth and all.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 13, 2007 15:33:49 GMT -5
Megan set down some kind of tinned meat on a saucer and made little "chit-chit-chit" noises to attract Blanchette's attention. As the little white cat padded back toward the food, Megan bent down to rub behind Blanchette's ears.
"I'm sorry I can't find anything better, baby," she sighed, "but it'll have to do for now."
As Blanchette started eating, Megan sighed and went back out to the parlor, where she pulled out her notebook and pencil. She turned to a blank page, took a deep breath, and wrote:
Dear Erik-
I'm assuming I've spelled it right; the book spells it with a K.
I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you, and if you want to kick me out, I'll understand. I now get that I shouldn't have
She paused, wrote kissed you, looked at it, erased it, and wrote
violated you like that. It's just that I'm already so attached to you that I'm almost worried that after I teach you to apply the prosthetics, you and Christine will go riding off into the sunset together and you won't need me. I love you, and I figured I'd take the only chance I had.
I only ask that you tell me if it made you feel at all appreciated or understood or loved, even if it was only for a split second.
Love, Megan
She tore the page out of her notebook, folded it, went into Erik's bedchamber long enough to give it to him, curtsey to Death again, and left quickly to go sit at the piano.
((After Erik and Death have done their talking, the Megan part will pick up at "At the piano."))
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Post by Erik on May 21, 2007 15:13:23 GMT -5
"I'm sure I will." *Death replied to Erik and turned to the girl that seemed so eager to follow. He sighed heavily. At that moment he wanted very much to smack her on the butt and say "Run along now, man talk..." all 007 style. He totally dug Bond, the dude was always so smooth, especially with the ladies. Or at least invite Erik out for drinks some time away from her. Couldn't she understand that they were sharing a moment? He just shook his head slightly and looked back to Erik.* "I'm very interested to see your torture chamber, if it would be possible. I have heard much about it, but have never been assigned a collection from it. But my understanding is there have been many." *He smiled hopefully.* "Oh yes! Many, many souls..." *Erik trailed off, musing affectionately about his various inventive tortures. Then he frowned.* "I'm afraid Erik's current... visitor... has rendered it inoperational for the moment. But you can get the idea of it." *Before he could show Death into the parlor, Megan dashed in, and, without a word, deposited a folded piece of paper in his hand. He opened it, read, made a frowny face, and stuffed the offending document into a pocket.* " Women," *he muttered.* "Erik should have perished before he tried to understand their sex."
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Post by Death on May 22, 2007 6:52:37 GMT -5
*Death looked slightly concerned as he paused to face Erik.*
"I understand completely. Woman is a very...complex animal. I can go if you need me too. I don't want to pry. And I can still take her if you want..."
*He looked back in her general direction and then back to Erik. He added sheepishly.*
"If you are busy now...maybe we could get together sometime. If you want. When you are less..."
Burdened.
"When you have less pressing matters."
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Post by Erik on May 22, 2007 14:17:58 GMT -5
((I don't have a lot of time right now--I'm in a training class all this week--so if anyone's waiting for me and I don't get to you, I'm sorry!))
"No!" *Erik said a little too loudly.* "That is, Erik is gratified of your presence here." *He sighed.* "She was not invited, but she may be of some use."
If she doesn't kill me with her unwanted affections.
*He turned to Death.* "Have you ever... that is to say, do women... What does one do when they actually like one?"
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Post by Death on May 22, 2007 19:20:25 GMT -5
*Death was dumbstruck for a moment. Was Erik asking him for advice on women? What in his brilliant mind would make him think that he was any better with women than Erik was? He looked away for a moment, trying to come up with an answer.*
"I...I'm not the best person to ask. I have...very limited experience. My courtship was....tumultuous. She is a very unique woman."
*He looked up to Erik sympathetically.*
"But I will do whatever I can to help if you have someone in mind."
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Post by Erik on May 23, 2007 21:08:30 GMT -5
*Erik fell silent, flustered. He should not have mentioned it; it was too personal. Their relationship would, of course, be strictly business. It had up to this point, after all. But finally he found his voice.*
"Your courtship was... successful," *he said quietly.* "Erik... I love someone, and she does not love me. No one can love this." *He grimaced.* "And that one--" *he gestured vaguely in the direction of Megan* "--claims to do just that. It is... very confusing."
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Post by Death on May 23, 2007 21:14:29 GMT -5
*Death sighed softly and turned to face Erik, leaning close to keep their conversation as private as possible.*
"Believe me...there are those that can love you, in spite of your appearance. After all...we are not so different."
*He pushed his hood to expose his grotesque skull.*
"The problem comes in that we cannot choose where love will strike. I certainly wasn't looking for it..."
*He reminisced briefly and realized something odd.*
"Actually...I was looking for you...when she found me."
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Post by Erik on May 23, 2007 22:13:08 GMT -5
"Really?" *Erik was diverted from his contemplation of Christine by Death's attractively bare skull--there was a sort of efficiency about it Erik admired--and the knowledge he'd been sought out.* "Erik is flattered, once more. It is gratifying to know that this Opera has led to something other than misery. For someone."
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Post by Death on May 23, 2007 22:19:54 GMT -5
*Death tilted his head slightly.*
"I just want you to understand...love is apparently open to everyone. I have to believe that there's a reason you've been kept off the list. As much as I'd love to think it was just to keep me company, maybe this is why. Maybe there's still someone that's waiting for you."
*He glanced in the direction that Megan had disappeared to and cringed slightly.*
"I'm not sure that she's the one for you...or that your other lady is either. I've found that love is something that defies reason and will. When you find it and it's returned though...that is something."
*Death shook the sappiness off of himself sheepishly.*
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pontificate like that. I just wanted to help."
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Post by Erik on May 23, 2007 22:29:10 GMT -5
*Erik felt his fist clench reflexively at his side.*
"She must," *he said.* "Erik has always bent what was required to his will. I do not see that love should be so different."
*He turned away.*
"If there is someone waiting, she has been too long away. Erik cannot wait forever."
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Post by Death on May 23, 2007 23:32:13 GMT -5
*Death shied away slightly and turned his head from Erik.*
"Forgive me. I should not speak of such things. It's not like I know so much of them. I will not try to persuade you on issues that are not even close to my jurisdiction. I forget myself."
*He turned back to Erik with a cooler demeanor.*
"Please, if you are still amicable, I would very much like to see the rest of your house."
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Post by Erik on May 24, 2007 0:29:42 GMT -5
*Erik schooled the frown from his features. He was ugly enough as it was. And he was dimly aware that he must have gotten too personal; he was always forgetting the conversational niceties, as he generally only had the daroga to practice on, and that was hardly any sport.*
"Of course. Forgive me."
*He bowed his head and indicated the door. After Death passed through, Erik led him to the torture chamber. The glass had been removed, but the hexagonal chamber was not yet operational again. But he could give Death the general idea.
He forgot his previous discomfort in the joy of showing off one of his favorite toys. Recounting the particulars, he showed Death the sand, the iron tree, the mechanisms for making "rain" and animal noises in the night, stopping in front of him feeling rather absurdly like a trained dog, waiting for approval.*
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Post by Death on May 24, 2007 6:47:19 GMT -5
*Death quietly observed what was left of the torture chamber, in pure awe of it. It was too bad that it had been broken, he would have loved to see it in action. He lifted a bony finger to admire the fine craftsmanship of the tree and turned back to Erik, his voice low in amazing.*
"It is truly a thing of beauty. Clean...efficient. Thank you for allowing me to see it."
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