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Post by Erik on Aug 13, 2007 23:44:31 GMT -5
*He raised his head. She seemed... actually interested.*
"A living corpse, mademoiselle," *he said bluntly.* "A walking cadaver. A skeletal fiend. That is the man I mean."
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Post by Poe on Aug 14, 2007 0:20:40 GMT -5
*Poe stared blankly for a moment and then her lashes fluttered in recognition. She wasn't sure how it had happened, but...*
"I...I may have seen this man..."
*Her voice was soft and hesitant. She studied him with innocent interest.*
"Who is he?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 14, 2007 9:37:11 GMT -5
*Convinced as he was that he had seen a ghost, he was surprised at her words.*
"You cannot have. He is gone; long gone. I thought I saw him through the mirror, just before you entered."
*He swiped a hand over his face, as if he could wipe away the sight.*
"But it's impossible. He... he used to haunt the opera house. He was a brilliant, misunderstood man, who used his skill to engineer the direction of the opera company."
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Post by Poe on Aug 14, 2007 9:44:06 GMT -5
*Poe listened intently, but as she realized what he had seen her eyes widened slightly and she turned away from him, pretending to find something of interest in another part of the room.*
"He sounds like a fascinating man. But he is not here anymore? That is a pity, I should have liked to meet him."
What is going on?
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Post by Erik on Aug 14, 2007 11:44:11 GMT -5
*Erik laughed mirthlessly, the sound of dry leaves swept away.*
"I think not, mademoiselle. The sight would turn any lady's stomach. You would not have treated him with such courtesy as you did me, Erik wagers."
*He caught her deliberate glance away from him.*
"Do you know something?"
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Post by Poe on Aug 14, 2007 16:51:32 GMT -5
*Poe's lips tightened.*
"Sir, I am concerned that my knowledge of this man might offend you. Or concern you grievously. Or both. I do not want you to think less of me. That I am a...freak."
*She lowered her eyes sadly. How could he ever understand?*
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Post by Erik on Aug 14, 2007 17:05:23 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes narrowed. The girl did know something. But what could she possibly...? He had never encountered her... before. What could she possibly know, that was so potentially embarrassing?*
"Mademoiselle, Erik assures you that his and this man's fortunes are irretrievably intertwined. If you have information, I beg you to impart it to me. I promise..." *A muscle in his jaw twitched.* "I promise you that nothing you say in this room will go beyond it."
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Post by Poe on Aug 14, 2007 17:09:30 GMT -5
*Poe eyed him cautiously, but she had no reason to not trust him. His manner of speech and carriage hand been a comfort to this point. She reached out and took his hand as she met his gaze.*
"Will you shut your eyes? Please? I will show you...I just...it's private."
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Post by Erik on Aug 14, 2007 17:19:55 GMT -5
*Erik was not used to taking his eye off anyone, and he met her request with suspicion. What could she show him that would possibly be relevant? But she had been kind to him, and she was troubled. What could she do to him that he could not fend off at the first hint of trouble?*
"Very well," *he said, and shut his eyes, other senses keyed to readiness.*
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Post by Poe on Aug 14, 2007 17:23:48 GMT -5
*His eyes shut, Poe shifted to the skeletal human she had assumed was a half-form, her fingers growing long and bony in his hand. She pursed her lips and spoke gently in a voice that was unfamiliar to her ((she sounds like Erik (or any form she takes))).*
"I am done, you may open your eyes, sir."
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Post by Erik on Aug 14, 2007 17:38:04 GMT -5
*Erik trembled at the feeling of her hands... changing... against his. It took all his control to remain with eyes shut, but he did--to please her--and so when he opened them he was confronted with his double.
Or rather, his double had he never been the beneficiary of Megan's wish.
He dropped her hands and was across the room in an instant.*
"No! Where's Poe? What have you done with her, fiend?"
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Post by Poe on Aug 14, 2007 17:42:02 GMT -5
*Poe stood calmly, holding her hands before her in supplication.*
"Sir, I am here. It is me. Please do not be angry with me."
*She knew it would be a lot for any human to understand. Suddenly she missed the Doctor. And Ronan.*
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Post by The Doctor on Aug 14, 2007 18:21:07 GMT -5
*POSTING AS ERIK*
*He stared at her, his own voice coming from this ghoul's mouth, though the inflection was all Poe.*
"What are you doing?" *he asked, his voice strained with emotions he couldn't define. It was all the worse that his voice had not changed, and now issued from two throats.* "How... are you a witch? A fairy? What enchantment is this? Is it punishment for wanting... wanting this?"
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Post by Poe on Aug 15, 2007 0:47:33 GMT -5
*Poe looked wounded at his apparent disgust and she shrank back from him slightly.*
"No! No, sir. I would never hurt you intentionally."
*As she lowered her face, her skin rippled and shifted back into her more common female form.*
"Please forgive me, sir. I thought...I was only trying to understand. I do not know this man. Or understand how I came to collect his form. I have never met him."
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Post by Erik on Aug 15, 2007 11:22:38 GMT -5
Collect his form...
*Suspicion gnawed at him, though he could not put it into words. Instead he took a deep breath and decided to face her, for anyone who could transfigure themselves deserved an answer, if only to protect oneself from their obvious power.*
"You have," *he said.* "Does Erik's voice not sound familiar? That... man... is me."
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