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Post by Erik on Oct 2, 2008 23:28:14 GMT -5
Son of a whore. Literally. The thought disgusted him; the thought of anyone sullying his Christine's name in such a vile fashion.
It came to him, in a flash, that he was dealing with the Vicomte's son. Yes, that lecher, that unworthy fop! He'd cut a swath through Paris in his day. Erik only regretted that he didn't still have Raoul chained up down here, so he could deliver the boy to the rotting corpse of his unworthy father.
"The man you seek is not here, nor would he be permitted to get even as far as you have," he said. "Try the de Chagny residence; I have no doubt they would be overjoyed to have you."
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Simon Destler
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Post by Simon Destler on Oct 2, 2008 23:55:37 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes, Simon was growing tired of this. He knew what his mother told him, and knew what his little voice was saying. His little voice told him to be down in those cellars, that his father had a closer connection to the Opera House than what the spooky voice implied.
"Well, thanks for nothing," he said contemptuously, hoisting his case again. He started to walk off, not sure of his direction, but space between the man and himself was what he was looking for.
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Post by Erik on Oct 3, 2008 9:31:50 GMT -5
In an instant, a black wall was blocking the boy's path. Erik's yellow eyes would be the only thing visible, should he look up.
"Do you understand nothing of what you are told, boy?" the voice snarled. "You are not welcome here!"
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Post by Simon Destler on Oct 3, 2008 15:27:15 GMT -5
The young man looked up the wall, finding the yellow eyes glaring down at him. Heaving an exhausted sigh, Simon showed little fear to the man in front of him - mostly because he'd heard such words before.
"Not welcome anywhere..." he grunted, glaring back as best he could. "Did this DeChagny play music or sing? Or did he just know this Christine? Mum had some certain ideas about my father, Monsieur, and if you're just going to give me a name and tell me to shove off, I may as well stay down here." At least the rats in the cellars were actual rats, and not people.
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Post by Erik on Oct 3, 2008 19:40:57 GMT -5
"Then I may as well kill you," Erik said casually. "Can't have vermin crowding one's domain, can one? You won't miss life much, I'm certain. I'll be doing you a favor, really. Say you found this father of yours, the sort of man who sullies the name of the most sublime of women in this fashion, who gets children on whores and leaves them to wander cellars not their own? No, I cannot allow that to happen. It would be most unkind of me."
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Post by Simon Destler on Oct 3, 2008 20:44:37 GMT -5
((Ouch! XD))
Simon felt his chest tighten with the promise of death. He had no reason to think that the shadowed man was fooling with him anymore, and started to back up.
"W-wait a minute! I'm not doing anything wrong down here!" he protested, increasing the grip on his case. Well, if he had to defend himself, he would use his original plan - or not. The boy felt fear turn his legs to heavy rocks, and his arms hung dead with the weight of his suitcase.
Being a boy between childhood and adulthood, he was not quite as adorable as he was when a toddler, but Simon could not fathom the type of person who wanted to harm someone in their youth - except monsters. Starting to shake a little, Simon's feet carried him a whole step backwards, but his fire to fight was extinguished.
"Please, I haven't done anything wrong," he murmured, the earlier bravado lost.
((Besides, how can Erik resist the big blue eyes? XD))
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Post by Erik on Oct 3, 2008 23:10:02 GMT -5
With the child's odd (and misplaced) defiance gone, the prospect of cold-blooded murder became far less alluring, as did Erik's interest in the boy altogether. They all whimpered, eventually. Truly, he had never meant to kill the boy; he was not particularly interested in killing children. As far as he could remember, he never had, though there were some hazy bits. It wasn't that he liked them, exactly. Children could be cruel, and often were. But their cruelty was at least open and honest.
"You're doing it all wrong!" Erik insisted. "You're here, without any precautions, looking for a man whose name you don't even know and clearly does not wish to be found. You're prey, boy, to any passing thing that wants you--and considering what I've seen done to pretty things like you, I'm not even the worst of the lot."
The boy was fearful enough that Erik thought he might be safe enough to let go--if the boy spoke, it would only help his own reputation.
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Post by Simon Destler on Oct 3, 2008 23:23:52 GMT -5
Simon huffed and panted, excited, but surely frightened now. He was too old to just break down in tears and cry for help, but neither did he want to leave. Not yet, not with that nagging little voice keeping him down there.
"But... I..." He what? Simon had no answer, very little response. The monster-man's reaction had him more than stumped; Not killing him had the boy dumbfounded. Was that some sort of warning? "I just had to be here..." he muttered without much intonation, his head dropping against his chest.
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Post by Erik on Oct 3, 2008 23:25:22 GMT -5
Erik sighed. This was becoming tedious.
"You make no sense," he snapped. "You can give no reason for coming down here. And unless I am your father, and I assure you that is not possible, I cannot imagine--"
He cut off abruptly, suddenly imagining... But no. Destler had never been interested in Christine.
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Post by Simon Destler on Oct 3, 2008 23:34:57 GMT -5
Simon looked up with a sniffle at the shadow, trying to complete the sentence.
"Imagine? Imagine what?" he asked, sounding a bit anxious. "Do you know someone else... M-Monsieur?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 3, 2008 23:36:46 GMT -5
"No!" Erik said sharply. "No one. You'd best go, or someone might... eat you, or something. I shouldn't wonder."
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Post by Simon Destler on Oct 3, 2008 23:43:59 GMT -5
Eat me? Simon blinked curiously - now that the man had let something come out like that, Simon had to press for more.
"Please, Monsieur, if you know of someone, tell me and I'll go!" Yes, he was begging, and if he had an idea of where to grab the man's shirt, if he wore one, he would be tugging at it. "Please, you do know something, don't you?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 3, 2008 23:46:43 GMT -5
It came to Erik, suddenly, that it would be extremely amusing to force Destler to deal with this impudent brat. Yes. The more he thought of it, the more it appealed. Foist the annoying thing on the grotesque Destler and his tenor, and see what happened.
"You force my hand," he said gravely, moving away slightly in case the child did intend to touch him. "There is another... but I shouldn't think you'd wish to meet him."
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Post by Simon Destler on Oct 3, 2008 23:52:58 GMT -5
Simon's face went from the scared child he had been a few moments before to one of surprise, hoping that the man actually did know something.
"I just want to know him... I have a few things to ask of him, and that's all.... unless he is that... predator type you meant to warn me of..." Now that it really hit Simon, he realized that it could be very bad to meet this other man, even if the one in his current company was not exactly friendly either.
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Post by Erik on Oct 4, 2008 0:00:08 GMT -5
Erik was actually so tickled by his plan that he sounded almost merry. But in the sort of way you learn to recognize when your least favorite uncle is playing a practical joke on you.
"Oh, he cannot be as bad as all that. Yes, I'm certain the stories are almost entirely exaggerations. You'll find him just down there--follow this corridor, take two rights, the second left, down the stairs and it's on your right. Masses of candles. You can't miss it."
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