Farrah
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Fear not the man who fears God.
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Post by Farrah on Oct 16, 2008 6:15:02 GMT -5
*Her footsteps where so light that they could be mistaken for a rats. Farah walked so careful that she seemed to be a shadow moving in the darkness. She knew that no normal person would even knew she was there, making her way down the cellars, but she wasn't looking for a normal person, now was she.
She held a dagger, the blade painted black so that it would not be noticeable in the dark, in her one hand, a lantern that wasn't on in the other.*
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Post by Carlos Castro on Oct 16, 2008 19:09:26 GMT -5
Carlos was making his uncareful way to or from rehearsal, strolling through the cellars in the unexpected way only a large, heavyset tenor can. In many respects, he was the last thing one expected from the surroundings; clean-cut, young, and not subtle at all.
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Farrah
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Fear not the man who fears God.
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Post by Farrah on Oct 19, 2008 5:52:52 GMT -5
*Farah hid in the shadows of a stairwell, her dark eyes following the figure who made his way past her.
Odd. She hadn't expected to see any of the Opera's normal inhabitants down here. She had thought they kept to the upper floors because of their superstitions.*
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Post by Erik on Oct 20, 2008 10:08:20 GMT -5
In a separate bank of shadows, Erik watched Castro's progress--and noted that he was not the only one. He did not know the name of his fellow observer, but he could tell that her silence was intentional, and trained. It was suspicious. She was too skilled to be there by accident, too intelligent to show herself openly. Which made her dangerous.
Erik would have to watch this one.
((I considered leaving him ignorant of her presence, but it didn't seem logical--and besides, he doesn't know why she's there.))
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Farrah
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Post by Farrah on Oct 22, 2008 9:33:27 GMT -5
((That makes sense )) *Farah followed the man. Slowly, carefully. She wondered if this man would lead her to her pray. He would be masked, she reminded herself. Underneath horribly disfigured. And he was talented, gifted in some of the same ways she was.*
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Post by Carlos Castro on Oct 23, 2008 19:52:52 GMT -5
Carlos, oblivious to both sets of eyes, hurried home from rehearsal. Erik had told him to, not that he'd needed to. Carlos wanted nothing more than a place he could relax from the stresses that seemed to be piling on him even as he became more devoted to his work.
In his hurry, if she followed, he would lead Farrah to Erik Destler's lair.
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Farrah
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Fear not the man who fears God.
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Post by Farrah on Oct 28, 2008 5:07:44 GMT -5
((Hehe, this is going to be fun. "Wait, you are all deformed maniacs who live in the cellars? Who do I go stabbity stab on? Insha'Allah!"))
*Though still surprised by his presences here, Farah decided to follow the man. Perhaps he was a servant of her target. Or a friend. Who knew, these Parisians where a strange folk.*
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