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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 27, 2007 21:59:43 GMT -5
"as little as i appreciate your accusations, and as impossible as they are, I've seen that look before. It was longing. And i can tell in the way that you stop when i mention her that you feel exactly the same."
*she sighed.*
"She's angry, yes, but she never, ever hated you. fear and hate are two entirely different emotions. We just have to make her angry enough to seek you out again, and i know the perfect way... And incest is quite out of the question! my mother was Irish and my father was French!"
((i'll try to be back. I have this crazy thing called school... im EST, so itll be 9:30 for me... i think you look for reasons to be angryin these posts...))
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Post by Erik on Mar 28, 2007 8:51:16 GMT -5
((He's the Phantom! He's supposed to be angry!))
"I will never stop loving Christine," *Erik spat.* "She knows that quite well."
*But could she feel anything for him? She seemed so confused, when last he saw her--when that repulsive peacock had dragged her away. Clearly, she was not 'with' him, if this girl had spoken to her of Erik so recently. He weighed his options. He could dog her footsteps, frighten her suitors, or... or he could let her come to him.*
"I will accept your ingenious plane," *he said at length.*
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 28, 2007 9:06:03 GMT -5
*she grinned, but then her face grew stern.*
"First you have to hear me out. Then you can comment, and take or leave the plane. No yelling at me in the middle. Personally, I think it's foolproof, but then the Fop thought his was too. I just want to see people happy, and happy you two are most definitely not."
((aww you're offline... and I managed to get on in school... everyone has laptops and its a break...))
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Post by Erik on Mar 28, 2007 9:51:06 GMT -5
*Erik frowned. She was pushy and nosy, and Erik only liked those qualities in himself. But she seemed to know far too much about his circumstances to let her out of his sight.*
"Very well," *he said begrudgingly.* "I will listen."
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 28, 2007 10:04:55 GMT -5
((she's a little naive, but she really does mean well...))
*she took a deep breath, planning her words, and not sure whether he would like her plan very much.*
"You have to make it seem as if you are giving someone else lesons. Not to invoke jealousy, but because Christine will want to protect whoever it is. Jealousy might help it along, but that's not the main point. She will become angry enough to find you. Jealousy plays no role--she doesnt seem to be vindictive enough. She'll want protect, and yelling at you is the easiest way."
((oh god, it sounds like that telenovela that Ugly Betty's family watches))
*she realised that she had spoken this all very fast and in one breath, and slowed down for a moment*
"when she inevitably comes down, it will be on you to either make her beleive that you do not care (which is petty, and she might actually take you seriously, which could backfire), or... well..."
she trailed off, blushing.
"Passion in anger is easily turned to passion of.. another sort."
then she realized what she had said.
"Oh, god, i didn't mean that you would essentially rape her!"
((this is so very cliche, and so very fun, and amazing... and its like a really bad daytime soap... and inbred? i meant innate... oh silly me... ))
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Post by Erik on Mar 28, 2007 10:29:51 GMT -5
((re: inbred/innate--I know, but I couldn't resist.))
*Erik just barely restrained himself from slapping a hand over the girl's mouth. To suggest such a thing, and in the open!*
"Don't ever suggest such a thing in my presence again," *he growled. Her attitude was most interesting. She thought she was playing him, did she? Or perhaps not; perhaps she was that innocent, and couldn't see the clear benefit she'd designed for herself.*
"And who do you propose would be the recipient of my tutelage?"
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 28, 2007 10:33:42 GMT -5
"well you wouldn't actually have to tutor anybody, only make it appear that way."
she said simply.
(( The nerve of you to suggest that i would design this for my own benefit... i feel hated! hmph! i guess i didn't make it clear enough...))
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Post by Erik on Mar 28, 2007 10:42:08 GMT -5
"I see," *Erik said, a smile threatening to break out at her indignation.* "You propose I effect this deception on my own, then?"
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 28, 2007 10:45:05 GMT -5
"well," she said, thinking. "there would have to be a person involved, but considering that this design doesnt effect me, you would have to choose someone you trust to be let in on the plan..."
((she is, as of the moment, completely clueless of possible benefit for her, btw))
*from her position still on the ground, she furrowed her brow, began chewing on her lower lip, and went back to distractedly cleaning the skull she was holding.*
((that skull sure does take a lot of time to clean... must be very dirty. and i definitely vote we get feivel in on this somehow. because he = teh cuteness))
"It would have to be somebody she knows, so that she could find out somehow, a good actress, so that she doesnt figure it out, and at least a decent voice. Perhaps somebody whom she considers an innocent."
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Post by Erik on Mar 28, 2007 11:06:19 GMT -5
*Erik was momentarily distracted by the motion of her hands over the skull they held. It usually sat on Faust's table, in the scenes in the study. Now, it seemed incongruous.*
"And somebody who can hold her tongue," *Erik muttered. Could he trust this girl? She talked far too much, of things that were no concern of hers. But who was left? The mouse? Hardly an appropriate pupil; Christine would merely think him insane. Couldn't have that. Nadir? Well, Nadir was busy making... music of his own with a Macedonian demi-god. Not to mention he had a voice that would rust iron.*
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 28, 2007 11:09:48 GMT -5
((that skull will be the brightest skull ever seen onstage. it shall blind the audience by the time i'm finished.))
"yes, thats why she would be a good actress, so that she would be able to convince christine of it... my mothers an actress, she's in the metropolitan opera chorus. she's an alto. obviously, though, she's not here... and i can't personally think of anybody... "
*as she was cleaning the skull, a tooth chipped off.*
"Oh, dammit!" *she glared at the skull, as if it was the skull's fault.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 28, 2007 11:28:54 GMT -5
*Erik very much disliked the slight protective instinct that made him worry about this girl. It was a fault of his, he thought. Much like the fault of not having killed the daroga many years ago. Erik was a sentimental old fool, he told himself.*
"Your mother is some distance away," *he agreed.* "And I suppose your life's ambition is to clean skulls."
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 28, 2007 11:52:46 GMT -5
*she set the skull in her lap indignantly and glared around the room, completely missing wherever Erik was.*
"My life's ambtion has nothing to do with skulls! My life's ambition is and has been for the last six years of my life, to join my family in America. My mother's is that I will join her in singing when i arrive... my siblings are, like my father, utterly tone-deaf."
((are you waiting for Cassie to figure it out?))
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Post by Erik on Mar 28, 2007 11:58:13 GMT -5
((I'm just playin' with ya.))
*Erik rolled his eyes in the dark.* "Do your mother's hopes for you match your own? Pardon me, but your voice is not trained. If you do wish to join her on stage, you will need lessons." *He paused.* "From a voice teacher. Perhaps simultaneously fulfilling other plans."
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 28, 2007 12:00:48 GMT -5
*her eyes widened in realization.*
"You mean... you would... me? I just want my mother to be happy, and if that means performing, i will... you would really teach me?"
*she had dreamed of being onstage, the first time she ever saw her mother performing. She had just assumed her mother would teach her anything she really needed to know.*
((and the epiphany hits!))
*then she blushed again.*
"Wait, I already said that you would only have to pretent do..."
*she returned to the already-clean skull.*
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