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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 19:32:27 GMT -5
"I've been in Paris...quite a while, I think. It's so different from Sweden, but I love my adopted home. I could even get used to this opera house."
*He winked*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 10, 2007 19:34:58 GMT -5
*She blushed, biting back a ridiculous grin.*
"Well the company this time around is far superior to complaining cousins and sweaty aunts, I must confess." *She said, grinning.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 19:41:37 GMT -5
*He laughed*
"I can understand the feeling! While I thought of the other dancers as my friends, they could get on my nerves at times. It's a bit nicer to have your own dressing room."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 10, 2007 19:43:38 GMT -5
*She blushed a bit more.*
"I'm terrible at dancing. I took ballet for two years and pointe for one, but I'm afraid the callouses have healed and I've forgotten everything."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 19:45:21 GMT -5
*He cocked his head to one side*
"Don't be too sure about that. It might come back to you if you give it a try."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 10, 2007 19:46:27 GMT -5
*She giggled softly.*
"I said I took lessons, I never said they stuck. My teachers were none too pleased with my performances."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 19:49:53 GMT -5
"That's a shame. But on the plus side, you can concentrate on your singing. I wonder if my teacher would teach you?"
*It was mostly him musing aloud, really, than an actual question to Micaela.*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 10, 2007 19:51:26 GMT -5
*She blushed, biting her lip nervously.*
"Admittedly, I've met Erik before, and he doesn't much like me."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 19:55:17 GMT -5
*Christian was surprised, to say the least.*
"You've met Erik? When? And how could he not like you? You seem nice to me."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 10, 2007 19:56:13 GMT -5
*She bit her lip harder, looking down.*
"I wasn't exactly... myself when I met him. I was somewhat of a nuisance. And then there's the matter of his children..."
((dun dun dunnnn...))
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 19:59:31 GMT -5
*Christian blinked, not quite believing what she'd just told him.*
"Erik...has...children?"
*He shook his head, as though to clear out the cobwebs*
"Who is the mother?"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 10, 2007 20:01:53 GMT -5
*She frowned, thinking.*
"There's the creepy old one who calls him mother and apparently came out full-grown, fathered by Nadir in ways I don't even want to get into, and then there's the normally-concieved baby, Proserpina, who was mothered by his stalker/assistant Megan, who is full of unrequited love for him." *She explained.* "It's very complicated."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 20:07:41 GMT -5
*If consternation could have a face, it would be Christian's*
"I...he...what?"
*It was insanse, confusing, and didn't make sense in places.*
"Nadir? Isn't...isn't that a man's name?"
*He didn't know it, but he began to blush as he asked the question*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 10, 2007 20:09:33 GMT -5
*She nodded, pushing her hair back with her hand.*
"Um, yeah. He's Erik's oldest friend, the Persian. And there was the fact that the kid was born fully grown, and is a definite creeper."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 20:16:00 GMT -5
((I think you broke his brain. )) "But...how...? I mean, two men can't have a baby! And..." *If it was possible, his face got even redder* "They...um...they did..." *He coughed*
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