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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 27, 2007 20:53:40 GMT -5
((Sydney: for the hoffman one... can you rip it for me as well?))
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Post by Erik on Mar 27, 2007 20:57:52 GMT -5
*Erik's temper rose within him, a red tidal wave of rage at having been betrayed again, by the woman he loved. To speak of him, of them... to give his name... to a complete stranger! The girl had less sense than God had given Fievel the mouse. It was some minutes before he was able to rein in his impulse to wring the little jackanapes' neck right then and there.* "You do ill to ignore the warnings of the ballet rats," *he said, his voice echoing from various parts of the room, including, at one point, a dressmaker's dummy.* "If Christine said nothing else, surely she taught you to fear me. I am surprised she has forgotten herself this much!" ((If you want, I can rip it for you. Just the Doll Song though. I don't have the whole opera.)) ((Aww, would you?))
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Post by Christine on Mar 27, 2007 20:59:23 GMT -5
((oops...he he.))
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 27, 2007 21:00:55 GMT -5
*she immediately stood up and glared at the wall, which was probably the wrong way, so she turned in a circle, looking for him.*
"Well it's not my fault she decided to tell me! sometimes people have to get things off their chests! I'm an easy person to talk to and I can't help it! And she did warn me to be careful, and I would, if you weren't infuriating!"
*then she laughed unexpectedly.*
"I suppose i'll find myself strung up by the toes tomorrow..."
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Post by Erik on Mar 27, 2007 21:05:48 GMT -5
((*groan* You're going to make me go all bad!fic on you, aren't you? )) *This girl was infuriating and far too clever for her own good. She reminded him of that little sprout Meg. He was very much lamenting his arbitrary decision not to kill girls. Really, they were gaining all sorts of rights in the larger world; surely they were just as worthy of killing as anyone?* "I would have expected her taste in friends to be better; but for her unfortunate former attachment to a certain petty noble. I suppose I can expect no better." *He made the lights flicker for good measure.* "You will be lucky to have toes tomorrow, foolish wench!"
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 27, 2007 21:09:09 GMT -5
*she snorted indignantly*
((badfic without the romance or hot sex... i dont think it qualifies without those!))
"Now you compare me to the man who slept around and whom she left at the altar! Personally, If it brings your pride down a notch, I'd be glad to sacrifice my toes! I'm surprised she managed to put up with you at all!"
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Post by Erik on Mar 27, 2007 21:17:46 GMT -5
"Impudent rascal!" *His voice was only a notch below a roar.* "Do not speak of things you know nothing about! Erik's business is his own, and it is very dangerous to meddle in the affairs of ghosts! Or didn't you know?"
*He lowered his voice and placed it just below her left ear.*
"If I decide to visit your arrogance with my wrath, it is more than your toes you will be missing."
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 27, 2007 21:22:58 GMT -5
((grr...)) *Cassie stomped her foot, and realized that she looked rather ridiculous. Damn that phantom.*
"And here I was, willing to help you win her back! There goes your chance at her, and there goes my chance at singing in this damn opera house. If you will excuse me, monsieur, nobody bothers to clean or organize these props, and the duty falls to me, so i ask that you please leave me alone to finish."
*she then sat herself on the floor in an undignified manner, and went back to cleaning a skull with a certain fervor.*
((LOOK!!! I HAVE TWO WHOLE STARS INSTEAD OF ONE!! W00t!!
*totally unleashes unholy demon debate club powers*))
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Post by Erik on Mar 27, 2007 21:33:09 GMT -5
((Aw, and I thought I was pretty darn good.))
*A temper! It surprised him, and her utter ignorance of her powerless, imperiled state amused him. He was tired of fainting women and screaming chorus girls. And so, a rather extraordinary thing happened.
He laughed. Just a little.*
"And how, pray tell, were you going to be the instrument of this reunion?"
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 27, 2007 21:37:18 GMT -5
"well..."
*she blushed.*
"I hadn't quite figured that out yet. I found my brother a wife, and they have three children. My mother has matched at least ten couples... it's an inbred talent. You two seem to match, however strangely."
She thought for a moment.
"I think the best way would be to make her angry somehow... angry enough to come down and talk to you."
((haha! my skills have prevailed! I have a laugh, ladies and gentlephantoms, a genuine chuckle!))
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Post by Erik on Mar 27, 2007 21:41:33 GMT -5
"You... found your brother a wife?" *he echoed without thinking. Of all the cheek--*
"You know nothing!" *he roared.* "Inbred you must be, as must I to listen to you! Erik is not your brother," *he sneered,* "to be led along by woman's whims! Besides, Christine will not talk to me out of anger; she is angry already, and hates her poor foolish Erik, and it has not induced her to return yet."
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 27, 2007 21:42:43 GMT -5
"Not with the look i saw in her eyes." she said, seriously, looking up from her over-polished skull.
((haha i just realized i sounded like yente the matchmaker from fiddler on the roof...
"we must find all of your girls excellent husbands"!!
Oh the joys of summer theatre...))
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Post by Erik on Mar 27, 2007 21:44:06 GMT -5
*This, for once, caused Erik pause.*
"What look?" *he asked, suddenly quiet.*
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 27, 2007 21:45:48 GMT -5
"got your attention now, haven't i? you said you didn't want to listen to me anymore."
*she smirked to herself.*
((moo ha ha.))
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Post by Erik on Mar 27, 2007 21:55:41 GMT -5
"I did not. I accused you of stupidity and your parents of incest. If you value your life, and Erik does not, you will tell me what you mean!"
((And... I gotta go. Sorry! I'll be back at 6:30am or so, Pacific time))
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