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Post by Parisa on Jul 19, 2009 22:21:00 GMT -5
*Parisa shrugged as she closed the door and resumed walking.* They're rarely around, monsieur, but I'm certain they've noticed on their few trips over here.
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Post by Devon on Jul 20, 2009 20:37:21 GMT -5
It would seem that this opera house was a place of oddities.
"I've heard certain rumors of a ghostly presence behind these walls"--he knocked on the plaster--"which I could not help but take an interest in. Can you verify these rumors?"
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Post by Parisa on Jul 26, 2009 23:48:15 GMT -5
((Sorry, went to the beach unexpectedly!))
*Parisa ran a hand over the wall as she walked, studying it as she went.* I myself have never encountered the Opera Ghost, but my mother did. A very long time ago.
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Post by Devon on Jul 28, 2009 17:11:02 GMT -5
((Lol, it's fine.))
"What a strange figure," he commented. "Would you care to relate to me this encounter of hers?"
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Post by Parisa on Aug 25, 2009 19:35:00 GMT -5
((Oh God...can't even remember! ;D ))
She met several incarnations of the Ghost, monsieur. Gerik threatened her life but let her go...and I believe she ran into Erik in the cellars once. *She tossed her long curls out of her face as she looked over her shoulder at him.* She says Gerik is harmless, but Erik is...quite dangerous.
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Post by Devon on Aug 28, 2009 13:21:00 GMT -5
"Several incarnations, you say?"
Truly, this opera house was a wonderfully odd place.
"Not different personalities of the same individual?"
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Post by Parisa on Aug 30, 2009 22:07:00 GMT -5
Different incarnations entirely, according to her. *They had somehow ended up backstage and Parisa grabbed a rope lightly, tugging on it as she swung around to face Devon.*
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Post by Devon on Sept 1, 2009 16:08:20 GMT -5
Devon allowed one hand to trace the contours of her face.
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Post by Parisa on Sept 1, 2009 18:30:14 GMT -5
*Parisa didn't move away, looking up at him with a slightly satisfied expression on her face.*
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Post by Devon on Sept 2, 2009 12:57:10 GMT -5
The man made to close the chasm between their bodies, tilting Parisa's head up with his hand in the process. His lips grazed the skin of her cheek but paused a few inches from the girl's mouth.
"Has anyone told you that you're terribly pretty?"
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Post by Parisa on Sept 2, 2009 14:26:15 GMT -5
*The ends of her lips curled up slightly in a seductive half-smile, her dark eyes studying his face intently.* Has anyone ever told you that you're terribly charming?
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Post by Devon on Sept 3, 2009 18:59:54 GMT -5
"I've been informed of such...to some extent," he breathed.
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Post by Parisa on Sept 3, 2009 19:21:49 GMT -5
*She tilted her chin up a little further, everything about her inviting him closer.* Well, monsieur, you are utterly, wonderfully, terribly charming.
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Post by Devon on Sept 4, 2009 16:40:12 GMT -5
"Oh, you flatter me, my lady. It would not do to indulge me so," he warned, his lips just inches from her own. "But I insist on returning the compliment, for you are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."
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Post by Parisa on Sept 4, 2009 21:49:51 GMT -5
*Her smile widened slightly, her dark eyes challenging.* But monsieur, I like to indulge you.
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