Darla Dimple
- In the Duggins -
America's Sweetheart, Lover of Children and Animals
Posts: 90
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Post by Darla Dimple on Sept 24, 2008 19:41:51 GMT -5
((Ah, te entiendo. Actually, I just had Spanish class today, heh.))
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 24, 2008 19:48:44 GMT -5
((I haven't had one in six years... XD))
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Post by Irene on Sept 24, 2008 20:06:15 GMT -5
The false Spaniard...
*There was a very brief glimmer of malice in Irene's eye, but she managed to hide it.*
His fault, after all- no, no use thinking that. Keep the hunger under control.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Sept 27, 2008 20:41:48 GMT -5
Carlos understood about one word in three--he was not completely ignorant. But unfortunately, "cat," "trousers" and "happy" failed to resolve itself into anything he could imagine Maleo saying. He seemed inordinately happy, though, so he assumed it was something inappropriate.
And besides, he'd forgotten about Addams' presence, and his accompanying Spanishness. Most vexing, having his silly ruse challenged.
"Mon gato es no preocupación de tu," he said, working very hard just for that much, and no doubt mangling it badly. "But I find it preferable, Señor Addams, to converse in a language known to the entire cast, when they are present."
There was something odd about the man, and the contralto was eying him strangely, and altogether Carlos thought he was either more paranoid than usual or he was borrowing senses from his other form. He wasn't sure which possibility disturbed him more.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 27, 2008 23:14:20 GMT -5
And now Castro was just mangling Spanish and throwing random words of French in there. Oh, this was too delightful, even if it was just a petty game for now. The added cop-out to remain entirely in French was also amusing, though not as much as Castro's "Cat."
"Very well, then... remind me later of what part of Spain you hail from... Your dialect is, to say, a bit unfamiliar to me..." he teased, then smiled a bit too sweetly, turning away to start warming up his vocal chords as his "Angel"ic tutor had told him. After a light massage of his throat, he was already starting his scales, getting his low notes into a deeper range for a moment before returning to the normal soprano range he was accustomed to.
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Post by Julian on Sept 28, 2008 5:56:39 GMT -5
*Still cloaked safely unseen in the shadows, Julian's brow arched as the soprano began to warm up. There was something...familiar in that training. Something that did not sit well with him.*
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Post by Carlos Castro on Sept 29, 2008 9:34:58 GMT -5
Carlos' eyes narrowed. Maleo was just showing off now; his role had been transposed, for god only knew what reason, so there wasn't any reason to demonstrate a tenor facility Carlos had been unaware of.
He'd have to watch the man. But he knew that already.
Someone clapped their hands, and Gabriel, the chorus master, and Mercier, the acting-manager, stepped out on stage to begin rehearsal.
Mephisto still had not shown up.
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Post by Julian on Sept 29, 2008 12:11:40 GMT -5
*Julian emerged silently in the back as though he had been standing there the whole time. He looked mildly interested in the direction of the chorus master, though he remained eerily still.*
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Post by Carlos Castro on Sept 29, 2008 12:16:37 GMT -5
Carlos' breath caught as he recognized Julian, wondering when the man had arrived and why he hadn't seen him.
Gabriel tapped his stand, and told them all to gather on stage, as they'd start at the beginning for today (the chorus rehearsed separately, for now).
"Faust, er, Senor Castro, if you please, here. How kind of you to join us, we are flattered. And Mephisto..." He glanced at his notes. "Er, M. Julian, is it?"
Carlos' eyes widened slightly. Addams was bad enough, but to sing opposite that creature was too much to bear. The man had seen him change, after all! He knew everything, he knew Erik, he was some bizarre denizen of the underground and for all Carlos knew, Erik had been right and this was Mephisto himself.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 29, 2008 12:19:56 GMT -5
Maleo ignored Carlos for the most part now - he did have a job to do, and behaving childishly right in the middle of rehearsals could get him thrown out of the opera - perhaps even the opera house. He could tease the tenor later; now they had to get down to business.
The sudden and calm appearance of a new man at the stage made Maleo raise a brow, but more in interest than in surprise. He liked the look of the man and the fledgling Strigoi picked up on something... familiar... about him, but Maleo was sure they had not met before.
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Post by Julian on Sept 29, 2008 12:29:55 GMT -5
*With an unnerving smile, Julian nodded once in acknowledgment of the name and stepped forward, ever closer to Castro. But he did not look at him, only Gabriel with a cool aloofness that suggested he was ready to begin at any time.*
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Post by Carlos Castro on Sept 29, 2008 13:42:17 GMT -5
As Gabriel raised his hands to begin, and the piano sounded, Carlos considered protesting. Refusing to go on with this... this... And he realized he had no argument, that nothing he could say made any sense. And his anxiety was real enough that he was afraid to give it free reign--it might mean the whole company, and therefore the world, discovering his secret. His little flares of tantrum were habit, a form of play with him, and did not threaten the measure of control he'd gained. Julian could ruin him. If he protested, it would mean open battle against a very dangerous person, not to mention whoever was behind him. So when his entrance came up, Carlos launched into it, his voice wavering uncertainly for a moment as he collected himself from the unwelcome surprise. To distract himself--his palms were sweating, and his need to not betray himself outweighed any other consideration--he concentrated on the words. Nothing! In vain I question in my ardent vigil Nature and the creator; Not a voice slips to my ear A word of consolation! I languished, sad and solitary Without being able to break the tie Which attaches me still to the earth! I see nothing! I know nothing! Nothing!((If you're interested, there's a libretto here if you want to use it for anything. I'm assuming we're rehearsing principals here, no chorus.))
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Post by Julian on Sept 29, 2008 13:50:53 GMT -5
((Thanks for the link.))
*Julian waited his cue. He knew it by heart (the piece was not overly challenging) and he entered with ease.*
"Here I am! Whence comes your surprise? Am I not placed at your service? Sword at my side, feather in my hat, Purse full, A rich coat on my shoulder; In sum, a true gentleman! Well, doctor, what do you want of me? Let's see; speak! Do I frighten you?"
*His voice was haunting, something unearthly and inviting in its rich notes. His expression shifted easily to that of the devil, the tempter. It was as if the Beast had arrived, merely donning Julian's skin.*
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Post by Carlos Castro on Sept 29, 2008 14:10:59 GMT -5
Another man might have faltered against that performance; this Julian sang easily, effortlessly, and Carlos had never heard of him before. As a singer, that is.
But this was not the cellar, and Carlos was on home turf, now. He would not let this, or any other upstart, show him up. After a moment, a brief flicker, of trepidation born of his own doubt as to Juilan's origins, he continued. His one word, "no," rang defiantly through the hall. And his next, in answer to the devil's questions, showed a very real doubt and dismay.
He did not like working so hard in a mere rehearsal. But what could he do? Storm off in a huff? As much as he wanted to, something made him stay.
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Post by Erik on Sept 29, 2008 14:11:30 GMT -5
Erik smiled to himself in Box Five, both at Julian's supreme talent and Castro's discomfort. Maleo, too, was progressing.
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