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Post by Erik on Mar 12, 2007 16:01:33 GMT -5
((What am I supposed to do with you?? BTW, every time I see that pic of Gerik I think he's Rudolph.))
*Erik blinks over sunken eyes.* Erik is... I. I am Erik. *He begins to grin disconcertingly.* I think, no, Erik will be most displeased at having a corpse stink up his lovely house. I would hardly leave your body here, to rot and fester and make Christine weep. She has such lovely eyes, when they are not red. Won't do to have her upset, will it? *He remembers, as if for the first time, that they arrived together.* Christine? Is this... fop... with you?
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Post by Gerik on Mar 12, 2007 16:06:24 GMT -5
*jumps back as if struck*
Fop? FOP? Do I look like a fop? Don't answer that.
*draws his sword, which he was wearing for no particular reason*
And you are correct, monsieur, it will not do to have Christine upset. Which is why you must leave now, or face the consequences.
*indicates the sword, which is now pointed at Erik's chest*
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Post by Erik on Mar 12, 2007 16:22:23 GMT -5
*Erik laughs, throwing his voice around the room as if this chair, now that knick-knack, now Christine herself is laughing at him. Before Gerik can react, a thin rope has settle around his neck and Erik waves the sword away.*
I? Leave my own home? I think not. You are the tresspassor here. But I did not revive myself to start killing imbeciles who find their way into my home. I will do as Christine asks.
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Post by Christine on Mar 12, 2007 16:59:31 GMT -5
*Is on the verge of a total freakout*
"Okay, guys, let's try to take this calmly. Which of you is the Phantom of the Opera?"
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Post by Erik on Mar 12, 2007 17:07:58 GMT -5
The Phantom of the Opera? *Erik echoed.* Erik doesn't know any phantoms, aside from those in his own mind. Ghosts, however... I am the Opera Ghost, I am Don Juan, I am Red Death! *He falls at Christine's feet.* I am Erik, your humble servant, your slave!
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Post by Christine on Mar 12, 2007 17:09:10 GMT -5
((I...really don't know how to resolve this.))
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Post by Erik on Mar 12, 2007 17:12:25 GMT -5
((Me neither. I mean... I guess I could storm out, and drag you along, or vice versa (Gerik takes you.) I'm not going to kill anyone, 'least not yet, so... Someone has to give.))
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Post by Christine on Mar 12, 2007 17:17:52 GMT -5
((Eh, I'll get dragged away by whoever wants to. )
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Post by Gerik on Mar 12, 2007 23:43:00 GMT -5
((I'll do the honors.))
*stares, then reaches for Christine's wrist without taking his eyes off Erik*
Christine. I think it's time to go. Don't you think?
*rushes out, dragging Christine, before anyone can protest*
*once out in the corridor* Dude, that guy is so creepy!
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Post by Erik on Mar 13, 2007 0:08:59 GMT -5
*Erik howls in frustration, thwarted yet again by a pale-faced fop with considerably more hair than he had.*
Christine! Why? Why come again, only to leave? Why can't you let Erik die?
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Post by Christine on Mar 13, 2007 14:52:56 GMT -5
*Pulls away from Gerik, then cries out* "My God, who are you? Am I going mad?"
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Post by Christine on Mar 13, 2007 16:16:24 GMT -5
((In case Erik's wondering, she said it loud enough for both of them to hear.))
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Post by Erik on Mar 13, 2007 16:29:39 GMT -5
*Erik rushed into the hallway.*
My Christine! She recognizes the fraud for what he is, at last! She could not leave poor Erik like this, oh no!
*He pushes Gerik up against the wall, towering above him, his horrible face mere inches from the other man's.*
You dare disturb my slumber and take my bride? *he grates in a fearsome tone.* Christine is mine; for she has chosen me again, and you are a great fool who thinks he can outwit the Opera Ghost!
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Post by Gerik on Mar 13, 2007 18:11:20 GMT -5
*cowers and does a lousy job of hiding it*
Um, ok, look, maybe we can talk about this...see, I was confused, because Christine said she wanted to see me again, and then I accidentally made a wrong turn and came here instead of my Pad, and I didn't mean to wake you up or anything...
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Post by Erik on Mar 13, 2007 18:26:32 GMT -5
*Erik stares at Gerik, his eyes gleaming pits of fire in empty sockets.* Your... pad? *The man was even more a imbecile than he had previously thought, if he thought lily pads grew in the cellar. Perhaps he was a frog? Yes, a frog.*
Christine does not wish to see you. I have warned others of this, and they have paid dearly. Erik is many things, but patient is not one of them. Christine! Tell Erik once and for all, who is this idiot?
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