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Post by Erik on Sept 16, 2008 17:03:28 GMT -5
Erik had no idea what the man meant by guardian-father, but he did understand an aversion to the light. Though he could not imagine why this creature would share it. But something about his cocky self-assurance and his reference to a "bleating goat" amused him sufficiently to refrain from murder, even if the beauty of his voice didn't. Sufficiently, even, to move and reveal himself as a shadow slightly to the left of where the man was looking.
"No," he said, his voice still resonant with power but that of a man. "You may sing here, if you so wish. But do not venture any further into these catacombs, or I cannot answer for your safety."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 16, 2008 17:12:43 GMT -5
"I will go no farther than this if you can show me the way back and out again. As much as I hate to admit it, I am lost." Maleo held his hand against the stone, his gaze fixed where the shadow had moved, now tracking the shadow like a cat with an insect.
"And what may I call you? The last shadows I spoke to had me refer to them as Maestro. Are you in the same boat as he?"
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Post by Erik on Sept 16, 2008 17:28:54 GMT -5
So. Destler had gotten here first. Well, there was no accounting for taste, and perhaps this creature had been more amenable than El Castro to Destler's indiscriminate advances. It was not Erik's business. Though when had that ever stopped him?
"Decidedly not," he said, his voice clipped and somewhat affronted. Who did this Destler think he was? Maestro, indeed. "You may call me... Angel," he said. "As others have done."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 16, 2008 17:42:12 GMT -5
Maleo's lips curled into a small, though still obvious smile. If the rumors surrounding the Daaes were true, then this was the Ghost that many had come to openly fear. It seemed his words had gotten to the shadowed man a bit, so he withdrew his thoughts of the two shadows being in alliance - this one at least seemed to dislike the other.
"Angel it is, should I need to speak of you... which I most likely won't. No one will ask, and I don't intend to kiss and tell," he said, wobbling on his feet again. Not that Marlow would have cared. The old Strigoi had given Maleo permission to play with whomever he liked, as long as he did not abandon his Uram (though Maleo himself felt rather abandoned).
"I will keep my distance from more private places here, should I ever find myself lost again. As long as I can find the furnaces l'Revanent haunts, I may not return, though I do intend to still be heard. Especially if I can make it into deeper tenor range - I should be at least heard of, since I am sure much of Paris will hear Castro's explosion."
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Post by Erik on Sept 16, 2008 17:59:47 GMT -5
"See that you do not!" Erik said sternly. "The Angel does not like his name bandied about--and he values his privacy."
But he could not help but chuckle at the man's last words, for he was convinced it would be a show, indeed.
"Follow my voice, and I will show you the way out, Senor Addams," he said, somewhat mollified. "And do try not to become lost again; not all denizens of these depths are as benevolent as I."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 16, 2008 18:08:47 GMT -5
"I will try to remember my way out if I land back in," he said with quiet to his tone. "Thank you, Angel..." he trailed, keeping his hand against the wall. If he could remember the way back out through his touch, the issue of being lost in the cellars would cease to be a problem. In fact, if he needed his privacy in working on his voice, he could use the cellar to listen to his own faults and--- he was getting ahead of himself now.
He also had to make sure he stayed in the opera house. If the Zarzuelas he had been performing fell out of fashion, he would be out of employment and forced to leave - on that much, he begrudgingly admitted Castro's point.
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Post by Erik on Sept 16, 2008 23:25:18 GMT -5
Erik led the way, though he was still merely a dark shape among other dark shapes. Amused by his earlier evocation of the pied piper, he began humming an old country tune he'd encountered on his travels, probably gypsy in origin, for Maleo to follow. The man amused him, and he was not accustomed to being amused by fools in his cellars.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 16, 2008 23:49:40 GMT -5
He followed the voice as the rat he claimed himself to be, delighted by his host's soft humming. Recognizing the tune a bit, he mouthed a few words along, then simply picked up and hummed in a bit of abstract melody with the shadowed man.
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2008 9:14:19 GMT -5
Erik was surprised by the voice that joined him, though perhaps he should not have been. It was disconcerting, not to inspire fear straightaway. It caught him off guard.
He led Maleo out the most direct way, simultaneously making it easy for the sopranist to return and not giving him any clues as to the rest of his domain. This would be an interesting season.
Once completed, he returned home, to see how Julian and Pina were getting on.
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Post by Erik on Sept 18, 2008 10:02:34 GMT -5
**AFTER FAUST AUDITIONS: NEXT DAY**
Erik waited calmly in the shadows, slightly early.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 18, 2008 17:02:32 GMT -5
Maleo groped his way near blind in the darkness, feeling his way along the wall. He had attempted, the other day, to leave small gouges in the brick as he passed, but it seemed his baby claws were just thick nails, as he found himself fumbling for the meeting place, no markers to show him the way.
Once he believed he had traveled the proper distance, Maleo looked around the shadows, trying to see if they were moving of their own accord or his imagination.
"Angel?" he asked the darkness tentatively, keeping himself against the wall.
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Post by Erik on Sept 19, 2008 23:11:21 GMT -5
Erik chuckled lightly.
"You find your way well, Senor Addams," he intoned. "Did you also come prepared?"
With that, Erik touched bow to violin and swept up a scale, instructing Maleo thusly that they were to begin warming up.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 19, 2008 23:34:16 GMT -5
"I am always prepared to sing," he replied with a fanged grin, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. As soon as he had warmed up his voice and gave his throat a light massage, he nodded that he was ready for whatever the ghost had to dish out.
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Post by Erik on Sept 20, 2008 0:01:00 GMT -5
What Erik dished out was a barrage of scales and exercises, some familiar and some wholly unique to Erik's method, led with his violin and his own voice thrown into the mix. As Christine had once observed, his own rage was incredible, for he had refused to be bound by such limitations and had been gifted with an instrument that supported his arrogance.
Satisfied that Maleo could certainly be taught, he paused.
"You studied the music I left," he said, not asking. "Sing it, now."
It was nothing special, an old folk tune Erik had transcribed and adapted to his own purpose, but it would stretch Maleo as well.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 20, 2008 0:06:53 GMT -5
Bracing himself on both legs, Maleo reminded himself that this was only for the vocals - his ability to act was not needed here, as he had to work on his tenor range. His attempt showed that he indeed had studied the music, however, it was still very much in the upper ranges, not nearly as low as he would have liked, and his depth with notes turned his voice flat and dry.
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