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Post by Erik on Aug 14, 2007 21:16:08 GMT -5
"Impossible," *Erik said imperiously.* "For Erik very much doubts that you are six years old, despite your impertinence. I have been here all that time, and I could draw blueprints of the place from memory that one could build a second from. And this was most decidedly not here. Neither, for that matter, were you. Erik insists that you tell him what your purpose is here, wearing a mask and planting fake trees!"
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Post by Erik Carriere on Aug 14, 2007 21:29:30 GMT -5
"You are correct. I am not six, but neither is this Opera House. It was here long before I was but a gleam in my dear mother's eyes. As for my business here, it should be well known. I am the Phantom of the Opera." Erik paused, a bit wary now that he had let a good amount of information out. "You should leave before I am forced to take action. Take the child with you."
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Post by Gerik Jr. on Aug 14, 2007 21:44:05 GMT -5
"You all suck!" *he pouted, kicking both Eriks in the shins.*
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Post by Erik Carriere on Aug 14, 2007 21:48:00 GMT -5
Erik doubled over in pain, now conflicted as to how to react. He was generally against hitting children. This one is an exception. When he finally recovered, he smacked Gerik Jr across the face. "Respect your elders. n00b"
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Post by Gerik Jr. on Aug 14, 2007 21:50:45 GMT -5
"Respect THIS!" *Gerik Jr. retaliated, punching Erik in the groin.*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Aug 14, 2007 22:57:43 GMT -5
((oh how i love gerik jr.))
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Post by Erik on Aug 15, 2007 11:26:45 GMT -5
*Erik swept in and grasped the child by the scruff of the neck, raising him in the air and keeping him at arm's length so he could continue this most upsetting conversation.*
"Erik helped build this opera house. It was completed in 1875. Ergo, if you have lived in it your entire life--which I very much doubt--you could not be more than 6 or 7 at the outside. And Erik finds your mockery most unamusing. For I am the only Phantom this opera has ever known, and you are clearly a poseur, and not a very convincing one at that. A forest? Pretty animals? You seem extraordinarily absurd, and Erik does not appreciate you in his domain!"
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Post by Erik Carriere on Aug 15, 2007 13:05:57 GMT -5
((Oh. My. God. Gerik Jr just made me crack up.))
"Son of a-" Erik said in a cracked voice clutching his crotch region in pain. He would have taken out his dagger if the other Erik had not raised the child into the air. The child will pay.
Once he recovered, he spoke again. "I also find it unconvincing when you say that YOU are the Phantom of the Opera. The Phantom is notorious for wearing a mask. You have none. As for this," he said gesturing to the forest around them "Even these damnable cellars need something of beauty."
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Post by Erik on Aug 15, 2007 14:36:57 GMT -5
*Erik paused, chagrined. Indeed, he was no longer a horror to look at. He had forgotten, if that was possible.*
"No," *he confessed.* "You perceive correctly; I wear no mask. But I did, until very recently. Yes, I made a merry hell of their lives, for my sport! It was glorious. The only beauty needed here was Christine's, and the brilliance of my music and my inventions and my brain."
And sometimes, the daroga.
"You are the damned impostor here. Erik demands you remove that mask!"
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Post by Erik Carriere on Aug 15, 2007 14:47:12 GMT -5
Erik, though a bit troubled by the reference to Christine and the Other Erik badmouthing his home, shoved that to the back of his mind at the request to remove his mask. He stared straight into Erik's eyes. "I would not recommend requesting that, monsieur." he said darkly.
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Post by Erik on Aug 15, 2007 15:56:36 GMT -5
*Erik could not suppress a mad giggle at the other man's expression. As if the man was warning him! Him, the Opera Ghost!*
"Erik has seen more horrors, man, than you could dream of in a lifetime. Your face cannot possibly be the festering, diseased face I wore for so many years."
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Post by Erik Carriere on Aug 15, 2007 16:04:29 GMT -5
Erik sighed. Maybe if he showed him his face, the impostor would go away. "If you insist, then." he said, taking his mask off slowly. The camera zoomed to the back of his head and all was left to imagination.
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Post by Erik on Aug 16, 2007 10:47:46 GMT -5
*Erik studied the face dispassionately. At least this fellow had his mouth and chin, which he dabbed powder on with an enormous puff anyway. His eyes were like a man's, and his hair luxuriant and flowing.
It was not a face that would have earned him the nickname "the Living Skeleton."
But he had to admit it was pretty bad.*
"Erik was correct; it is not so bad as mine was. But you are quite ugly."
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Post by Erik Carriere on Aug 16, 2007 21:44:23 GMT -5
Erik hurriedly put his mask back on. "Thank you?" he said confused. "By the way, I still see no reason to believe that you were ever deformed." he added sharply, glad to change the subject to something other than HIS face.
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Post by Erik on Aug 17, 2007 10:58:18 GMT -5
*Erik waved a negligent hand.*
"Oh, quite badly so. A passing fairy gave my servant a wish, which she foolishly expended on my appearance. The ballet girls used to describe me as a skull with no eyes, except in the dark, when they glowed."
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