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Post by Erik on Nov 26, 2007 19:23:48 GMT -5
*There was always a change in the air when his Opera was disturbed. Erik always knew. No matter where he was.
He flew silently through catwalks and stairs and abandoned lumber rooms until he reached the roof. The wind whipped his cloak tight around him as his cat-like eyes scanned the convoluted surface.
There.
On the edge. A man in a mask.*
"This is the Ghost's domain," *he intoned.*
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Post by V on Nov 26, 2007 19:25:15 GMT -5
He turned slowly, not feeling the need to conceal himself. A man with no identity has no need of hiding it.
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Post by Erik on Nov 26, 2007 20:57:59 GMT -5
((emo))
*Erik, concealed behind that convenient statue of Apollo, took the liberty of gazing at the man for a moment. His dress and aspect were somewhat familiar--though Erik could not think from where.*
"You are singularly unperturbed," *Erik said, throwing his voice.* "A wise man would quail."
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