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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 12:41:03 GMT -5
Carlos stumbled back against Faust's desk, dislodging the fake skull which rolled, crashing, to the stage. He hadn't expected anything like this. It wasn't furry and cute (the cat was not cute, he told himself, he was majestic!) and it wasn't grotesque like Erik but a walking shark was hardly normal. Who on earth had ever heard of a wereshark? The teeth made sense now, and the strange hands made some, but he just wasn't equipped to deal with this. Especially not after that creature in Maleo's room.
"What?" he sputtered. "What are you?"
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 17, 2009 13:15:59 GMT -5
((Aww, Mortimer is to cute!))
Mortimer's oddly smiling face fell and he backed off, his tail curling around his waist so that he could grab onto it with his little hands.
"I'm...Mortimer."
The creature's pointy nose turned toward the floor.
"Didn't mean to scare you..."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 13:33:24 GMT -5
There was something awfully endearing about the gesture, though it may have been less effective had Carlos not recently experienced Simon and kitteh, who had perhaps primed him for compassion in the face of strange cuteness. At any rate, he suddenly felt a little bad for hurting the... thing's... feelings. And it didn't seem inclined to use those teeth.
"Um," said Carlos. "No, that's all right. I just wasn't expecting..."
He straightened up, leaning against the desk but almost as if he meant to. "What happened?"
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 17, 2009 13:40:35 GMT -5
"Happened?"
he muttered and came closer again, but kept hold of his tail in front of himself, craning his head up to look at the man, who still had not answered him.
"Monsieur, what is your name, please?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 13:51:29 GMT -5
"Carlos," he said, because he'd been asked three times but previously had had something else on his mind. "I mean... how did you become... this way? Were you bitten?"
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 17, 2009 13:58:17 GMT -5
"Bitten? Hmm...maybe lots, in the ocean. But...I was always this way--I mean, I could always remake myself the way I wanted sort of."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 14:06:29 GMT -5
Carlos blinked, curious now in spite of himself.
"Really?" he said. "So the... the way you looked before... You 'made' yourself look like that?"
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 17, 2009 14:18:40 GMT -5
He nodded a bit and dropped his tail, coming closer.
"Sometimes I can't control it though." like the first time he'd changed after he met Julian, or when his fight with Erik had caused his more monstrous transformation.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 14:22:56 GMT -5
"Oh," Carlos said, because he understood that, but to say more would be admitting something, becoming as naked as this fellow. Creature. Man. Thing.
"I suppose... that's why you live here. With Erik."
And how, exactly, did that arrangement work, he wondered?
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 17, 2009 14:30:05 GMT -5
"I live with Erik because he is my family. I found him in the circus a long time ago. Then Henry died and I found him again."
Wasn't that obvious?
"I like 'Carlos' no one else here has that name."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 14:32:18 GMT -5
Carlos' eyes widened.
"Erik was in the circus?" he said unnecessarily. Well! That was an image and a half. But made sense. Freak.
"Er, right," he said. "It's Spanish."
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 17, 2009 14:37:09 GMT -5
The sharkman nodded again and hopped up to Carlos to smile up at him toothily, thumping his soft nose against the man's chin.
"Mmhm. He was a little boy, and then he came to stay with Henry--and me--and then he got older and went away."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 14:49:23 GMT -5
Carlos didn't know who Henry was, and didn't really care.
"You must be... older than you look, then," he said, as if making conversation, which he supposed he was. Well, he couldn't sleep anyway. "I can't imagine how you live with the man."
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 17, 2009 14:56:13 GMT -5
"I'm very old. Older than all people," he agreed.
"Erik is very sad alot. So many people have invaded his home. The opera is his, you know."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 14:58:42 GMT -5
"The opera is not anyone's," Carlos said, slightly irritated. "How can it be one man's? It was created for the people; the people who sing in it, who work in it, who go to enjoy it. I don't see him doing much with it, at any rate."
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