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Post by Erik on Apr 2, 2007 21:05:11 GMT -5
*Erik noticed her "subtle" gesture and bristled. As if he'd hurt her! Though he couldn't afford to let anyone think they were immune to his wrath. His siren was very efficient, indeed.*
"Indeed?" *he asked, letting mild curiosity color his response.* "Who is this fool?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Apr 2, 2007 22:26:23 GMT -5
*Madame Giry's expression was unreadable.* "The Scarlet Pimpernel," *she said calmly.*
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Post by Erik on Apr 3, 2007 16:18:02 GMT -5
*Erik fell silent. The Scarlet Pimpernel? The name was ridiculous, but Erik had heard it. He'd even chuckled, a time or two, over the noses the man had tweaked. Erik was above politics, of course, and had little empathy for those going to their graves, but the audacity was something.*
"You have told him of me?" *he asked at last.* "What does he want?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Apr 3, 2007 16:30:24 GMT -5
"I told him nothing he did not already seem to know," *she insisted.* "He sought you long before he met me. I am not entirely certain what he wants of you--it seemed he wished your help in some matters."
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Post by Erik on Apr 3, 2007 16:38:05 GMT -5
"Indeed?" *Now Erik's curiosity was piqued. So this man had heard of him? How flattering.* "Do you trust him, Madame?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Apr 3, 2007 16:39:53 GMT -5
"With my life, Erik," *she said quietly, a note of private sorrow in her tone as she recalled her impending doom and the agony it would cause her husband.*
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Post by Erik on Apr 3, 2007 16:45:34 GMT -5
((Whoa. You can recall your impending doom? I missed something.))
*Erik hesitated, innate pride and vanity warring with learned caution. But he had not lived this long by shying away from the dangerous.*
"If you think it wise, Madame, I will meet him."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Apr 3, 2007 16:53:51 GMT -5
((she's possessed and the ghost inside her has sworn to see her dead or something.))
"Thank you," *she said, honestly grateful.* Percy needs something to occupy his thoughts other than me. "Shall I tell him where to meet you, or would you prefer to call upon him?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 3, 2007 17:04:05 GMT -5
((Oh. That's excellent, then.))
"I shall find him," *Erik said. Feeling some remorse for his earlier outburst, he found himself lowering his voice.* "I would not see you harmed, Madame. Whatever else Erik is, he can be loyal to those who mean him no harm."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Apr 3, 2007 17:25:12 GMT -5
"I only wish I could have done more for you, Erik, if it would have prevented any harm from falling upon anyone." *She could not be certain where the opera ghost had secreted himself, and so she bowed her head in farewell to the box at large.* "You shall find him under the name Sir Percy Blakeney, Bart. He has an estate just outside of Paris," *she said in a low voice.* "Adieu, Erik." *She turned and quietly left the box.*
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Post by Erik on Apr 3, 2007 17:38:04 GMT -5
((Srsly, if I were Erik and Giry were Jane Seymour? It'd be all, "Christine who?"))
"Adieu, Madame," *Erik whispered, not certain she had heard him. She had given him much to think about; his tenuous connections with the outer world were strengthening again, and he was not so foolish that he didn't recognize, in that simple fact, the potential he had to be hurt again.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Apr 3, 2007 17:45:20 GMT -5
((Percy would KILL you!))
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Post by Erik on Apr 3, 2007 18:31:47 GMT -5
((Well I'm not saying I'm going to, I'm just saying... Yeah.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Apr 3, 2007 18:41:24 GMT -5
((Yeah, me too.))
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Post by Sir Percy on Apr 13, 2007 9:39:48 GMT -5
((Does EVERYONE want my wife???))
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