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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 21, 2012 14:05:24 GMT -5
"Even if there is a broken carriage, I would fix it myself if need be...and certainly a horse should be available to buy...somewhere. I have not as yet been to the village and so perhaps that should be my first venture."
Erik paused. "Is it true that time moves strangely here? I have seen some of the manor clocks with wildly different times on them, then I have set one from my own timepiece, which is a pocket watch and very accurate, then gone to the other one, set it, and by the time I have returned to the first, only a few moments, the first was wildly wrong. I know it cannot be the mechanisms, for I have checked the movements of all the clocks and they appear to be in fine condition. I just don't understand it."
"Then sometimes," Erik went on, "I have passed by the windows with the sun shining brightly and within a few minutes, when I have passed another set of windows, it is dark. Then there is the strange phenomenon of the rooms which appear to be clean and beautiful and again, within a short time, become dusty and dreary, with everything ragged and broken, as if they had undergone one hundred years of dilapidation. Can you explain that to me?"
"As to my home here , I really have no complaints. " Erik looked as if he wished he did have a complaint. "It's a perfect replica of the one that I built and everything in it, so it suits me completely. I am not asking for other quarters. Nothing could be grander than my own place, for I built it. But how did you know...how did you make every candle in place, every detail, the candlabras, the organ, even my handwritten music...how could you possibly do such a thing?"
"But as I said, I really have no complaints." Erik looked again at the King. "You certainly don't look or act like a King. I do not mean any disrespect, but really..." Secretly, Erik wondered if the "King" were slightly deluded. He wondered who he really was...
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Post by King William Leverich II on Aug 11, 2012 22:38:34 GMT -5
"Even if there is a broken carriage, I would fix it myself if need be...and certainly a horse should be available to buy...somewhere. I have not as yet been to the village and so perhaps that should be my first venture," Erik said. Will sighed, knowing Erik was stuck on the thought of escaping, now. He certainly couldn't stop the boy from doing so, but what a shock it would be, for Erik to find the world had changed radically from what he was used to. And for a man to come in with a victorian carriage, horse drawn and all, well… he'd probably be arrested. It wouldn't be good scene, especially with what he'd seen of Erik's somewhat impatient personality.
"Is it true that time moves strangely here?" Erik asked, "I have seen some of the manor clocks with wildly different times on them, then I have set one from my own timepiece, which is a pocket watch and very accurate…" Erik continued on about his different clocks and the way the weather changed between the room's windows, and the way different parts of the manor appeared to be of different eras. Will somewhat tuned him out until Erik asked for, thinking back to the imagined show he was now missing. While he didn't mind indulging Erik, the boy had a tendency to babble a bit, and Will could listen and think at the same time.
Almost backing up his slight annoyance but general indifference to Erik's lengthy amounts of speech, Erik demanded an explanation right before going back to his dorm. He did have to wonder if he would have been diagnosed with some ADD if he'd been born today. He so flip-flopped in thought trains.
"As to my home here , I really have no complaints," Erol said, looking like he did indeed have quite a few. "It's a perfect replica of the one that I built and everything in it, so it suits me completely. I am not asking for other quarters. Nothing could be grander than my own place, for I built it." Will would have laughed if Erik wouldn't have been offended at it. "But how did you know...how did you make every candle in place, every detail, the candelabras, the organ, even my handwritten music...how could you possibly do such a thing?"
Oh. There was handwritten music? He hadn't really noticed. He always prepared for the kids in a sort of absentminded way, regretting the cause of their arrival and trying to ignore the ache of guilt. Still, something written by Erik's own hand wasn't something he thought he could make an excuse for.
"But as I said, I really have no complaints," Erik reiterated. Will was thankful for Erik's tendency to have spastic thought processes, then. "You certainly don't look or act like a King. I do not mean any disrespect, but really..." Erik trailed off.
Will wasn't really offended, as he knew he didn't act like a King. He'd never acted much like royalty, and his parents had constantly chastised him for it as a boy. He'd been a bit too modern and progressive for their tastes, he supposed. He hadn't believed in the mistreatment of lower classes or strict gender roles. It had bothered a lot of people, they thought it meant he didn't take his job seriously. He had, really he had, but he had problems proving it. Marcus had helped him gain most of his respect. And, well, then.
Then.
At any rate, over the years, he'd become less and less kingly than he had already been, and by now, there was only so much he did that made one believe he was royalty. He knew how to talk with authority, and he knew politics, and he knew everything a prince was ever taught. But he didn't care anymore. It was the twenty-first century, and he decided he didn't care about the old rules anymore.
Unfortunately, being around the characters brought back that ache for home. And so while he knew he shouldn't, Erik's words angered him, just a bit. He wasn't a angry man in general and had troubles expressing frustration, another thing that made people not take him seriously. But when he got angry, he got angry. Thankfully, he was only a little annoyed at the moment.
"I assure you I am," he said, still leaning back in his chair without sitting up but glaring quite surely at Erik. Erik would have to have been an idiot or blind not to notice the change in his demeanor. "And I think," he paused for a second, wondering if he was being too much of a prick. Oh well. He continued, "That you should stop asking so much of me. I'd say it's a bit disrespectful, considering our positions." Well, their positions were, Erik was a man of social class with a physical body, and Will was dead. Also slouching. He was being pompous, he knew it, but there was still part of him that grasped desperately to the past, and wished he could have just died… Marcus would have been kind in death, he was sure. He missed being alive.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Aug 12, 2012 12:06:18 GMT -5
Erik was annoyed at the King's reluctance to answer his very logical questions. He really didn't think he was a king after all. Why would a king be dressed in such...casual clothing? Erik himself dressed much better than this fellow.
Erik noticed the King finally showing a bit of emotion. He seemed almost angry. And then he glared at Erik. Well, this was more like it. Erik stood up and began to pace. He was used to getting his own way and he was getting annoyed with this so-called King. "I am asking too much of you? Indeed! Asking that you give me an explanation for the reason that the other residents and I are here...not of our own volition...that is too much? You say you are the King, why do you not have charge of what happens in your kingdom. Indeed!"
The the King called him disrespectful. "How dare you, Monsieur!" Erik stopped pacing abruptly in front of the king, his cape swirling a bit behind him dramatically. "Even if you are a king, you are no king of my country and I owe you nothing! I do not care for politics and the pettiness of all of that! My country, if you will, was my opera house which I ran perfectly...nothing happened there that I did not know about and anything out of order was taken care of immediately or my wrath would fall up0n them!:" Erik's odd-coloured eyes blazed with an anger that he was holding back somewhat. He didn't know this man and he was beginning to dislike him. ...quite a bit.
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Post by King William Leverich II on Aug 13, 2012 10:50:10 GMT -5
Erik looked bothered with him again, as he had when Will had admitted to not being able to help with Erik's apparent wish to renovate the stage. He was starting to think that perhaps he didn't want a man such as Erik to renovate it, though. He didn't seem very open to the ideas of others, after all. Or suggestion.
"I am asking too much of you? Indeed! Asking that you give me an explanation for the reason that the other residents and I are here...not of our own volition...that is too much? You say you are the King, why do you not have charge of what happens in your kingdom. Indeed! -- How dare you, Monsieur! Even if you are a king, you are no king of my country and I owe you nothing! I do not care for politics and the pettiness of all of that! My country, if you will, was my opera house which I ran perfectly...nothing happened there that I did not know about and anything out of order was taken care of immediately or my wrath would fall up0n them!"
"I told you already," Will said, fighting to successfully keep him voice mostly level. "I was a king. I don't run this place anymore." He sighed, and said, "Being dead is not a condition fit for ruling. I assure you I am dead, Erik. Dead, gone, I'm a ghost." He was fed up with patience for Erik, and decided to just be blunt. He rose his arm as if he were going to string Erik, but when he smacked it down, his arm simple went right through Erik.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Aug 13, 2012 22:45:14 GMT -5
Erik was angry at not getting a straight answer from the "king". He hated it when people were not straight forward. "Sir, it has been since this January past when I arrived, that have been trying in vain to get an answer about how it is that we cannot leave..."
Suddenly Erik 's words fell off as Will came out with the truth. He said he was dead...a ghost...could it be possible? Erik frowned..."And you're not King any more then? You're not some type of magician?"
Suddenly Will took a swing at Erik and he pulled back, his fists clenching, ready to swing back. But he needn't have done so, the King's arm went completely through him. It felt like a quick breeze going through him. Erik frowned. The man was telling the truth or else he was an amazing sorcerer or magician. Erik's fists opened and he stared at the King-spectre.
""I wouldn't have believed it. You appear to be a ghost. I did not think such things existed." Erik rubbed his left temple. Then he pulled himself back to his place on the edge of the stage where he had been sitting earlier and looked again at the King. He wasn't angry any more. "I am sorry, Sir, if I have disparaged you. You have only been kind to me, but I do appreciate a straight answer. Do you know or do you not know why we are here?"
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Post by King William Leverich II on Aug 15, 2012 10:49:50 GMT -5
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Erik jumped back as Will took a swing at him. Perhaps it wasn't the most gentle way to break it to the boy, but Will had become somewhat fed up with the frustrating individual who obviously wanted straight answers and that was all. He took life to seriously, Will thought.
"I wouldn't have believed it. You appear to be a ghost. I did not think such things existed." Erik looked horribly surprised and confused as he said so, backing up to sit on the edge of the stage. He no longer looked very angry, and apologized, "I am sorry, Sir, if I have disparaged you. You have only been kind to me, but I do appreciate a straight answer. Do you know or do you not know why we are here?"
Well, Will thought that was more like it. While he did not demand complete politeness from men, and didn't find it necessary for everyone to like him, he much preferred it. He liked… niceness. However, niceness demanded niceness back, and so Will would have to return it by answering Erik's question now. A question he most certainly did not want to answer. None of the characters had ever taken it lightly, and for good reason.
Will sighed, and said, "I do. A bit. At least, more than you do."
[/b] Realizing he was being indirect again, Will quickly continued before Erik could protest, "I know why, but not how, you see."[/b] It was hard to explain, but he began to try his best. "Okay, let me see if I can… right. Well, there was an old man who used to live here, and he kept us company. By us I mean, the other ghosts. There are more of us, by the way. Anyway, he died and we were lonely so we wished for new company, and somehow… you all showed up. I'm sorry. I don't know how it's possible, or, actually, why, either, but… that's how it happened, I believe."[/b] Will was sure that this must have shocked Erik, either into silence or rage, and he said, "I know it's a lot to take in, but in this… world. It's a little different from yours. In this world, your life is a story book. Surely everyone imagines that once in their life… that their life is a story. Well, yours is, here. And the year… Is 2012.[/b] He hoped Erik wouldn't panic, but he probably would. Still, Erik had wanted facts. Cold, hard, straight facts. So he had given them. [/blockquote][/font][/size][/blockquote][/color] • • • • • • •[/center]
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Erik Lenoir
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Aug 15, 2012 12:22:43 GMT -5
Erik wasn't sure whether to be upset or not. At least Will had given him a straight answer, and, as it had taken so much to get it out of him, it was probably true. Erik took a deep breath. He stayed sitting where he was and was quiet. He put his right arm across his chest and leaned the left on it, his index finger rubbing the large nose of his mask.He didn't say anything for quite some time.
Then he finally said, "I expect what you say is true, it is so bizarre that it must be true." Erik paused again. "So... the ghosts were lonely and they decided to kidnap the lot of us. Why would you want an odd lot of people like us, the pretty little sopranos, I could understand perhaps, but the rather dull de Chagnys and a great number of deformed men named Erik? It's a strange lot you've brought here."
"So we are your entertainment? You enjoy our petty quarrels, our falling in and out of love...our daily lives?" Erik was silent again then spoke: "I don't think it affects me as much as some of the others. It's not a bad place to be...you have provided me with a perfect place to live and I am hoping that my Christine shall appear soon...and if I were able to refurbish this opera house so it will once again ring to the sound of beautiful music..." Erik looked directly at Will. "I would be quite content to be here were it not for the fact that I am not allowed to leave..."
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Post by King William Leverich II on Aug 16, 2012 13:33:32 GMT -5
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Erik closed in on himself - quite understandably - and looked distressed as he thought about the major revaluations Will had just shoved upon him. Will felt a bit bad for him, knowing he really should have put it lighter, but Erik had been pushing for the facts, and that's what he got.
After a long pause, Erik finally said, "I expect what you say is true, it is so bizarre that it must be true." Indeed, Will wouldn't have been able to think something like that up.
"So... the ghosts were lonely and they decided to kidnap the lot of us. Why would you want an odd lot of people like us, the pretty little sopranos, I could understand perhaps, but the rather dull de Chagnys and a great number of deformed men named Erik? It's a strange lot you've brought here."
"Please, Erik, it's not kidnapping if it's on accident,"
[/b] Will said levelly. "So we are your entertainment? You enjoy our petty quarrels, our falling in and out of love...our daily lives?" Erik paused, another lengthy silence, and Will he must really be shocked for him to pause so much. "The old owner of the castle was a bit obsessive, versions of your life was pretty much all he read and watched,"[/b] Will added thoughtfully in the silence. The man had probably had a whole lieu of neurosis. But he had been a good man. Finally Erik said, with thankful calmness, "I don't think it affects me as much as some of the others. It's not a bad place to be...you have provided me with a perfect place to live and I am hoping that my Christine shall appear soon...and if I were able to refurbish this opera house so it will once again ring to the sound of beautiful music... I would be quite content to be here were it not for the fact that I am not allowed to leave..."Will nodded, understanding. "Well, you're taking this very well. I have to thank you for that,"[/b] he said thoughtfully. The Raoul he'd met in the garden recently certainly hadn't taken it anywhere near as gracefully. "And, well. If I'm being entirely truthful, it's not that you're not allowed to leave, I just recommend you don't, as I'm not sure what happens if you were to leave this area. Perhaps you could make a life for yourself here, and that would be fantastic, but... I don't know if you'll disappear if you leave. But it's your decision. I will try to keep you here, but I can't force you, sadly."[/b] [/blockquote][/font][/size][/blockquote][/color] • • • • • • •[/center]
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Aug 17, 2012 17:56:02 GMT -5
"It's not kidnapping?" asked Erik, just a bit sharply. "Kidnapping is defined as the taking of someone by force or fraud, generally for ransom. Perhaps it wasn't by force, more likely fraud. Ransom? I don't expect ghosts would have any use for ransom. Of course I obviously know nothing about ghosts." Erik could feel a bit of resentment coming into his voice, although he didn't really mean for it to be there. Erik had had charge of his own life since age 12 and this felt so confining...
"So it was an accident. You didn't mean to bring us here? " Erik laughed. "An accident, is it? I shall have to remember that. A lovely excuse...." He looked over at the King. "Sorry, Monsieur Will, I just found it amusing. I do not wish to disparage you and the other ...ghosts...whom I have not met yet. Hopefully they are all as congenial as you are."
"So, back to the accident. You say there was a man who lived here and he read and watched versions of my life? Tell me please, how he would know anything about my life. Before coming here, I was the most reclusive of men. I rarely spoke to anyone..." here Erik laughed. "I don't expect you to believe that, but it's true. I expect coming here has brought out a gregariousness that I never knew that I had."
Erik kept interrupting himself with various thoughts about this. He variously thought it was funny, ironic, terrible, confining and he alternated between thinking it may be a good place to live to wishing he could leave quietly. Erik wasn't really angry anymore, just annoyed, but also amused.
Then Will told him the worst news of all...that he could try to leave, but he didn't know what may happen if any of them left the area. Perhaps they might disappear... That was a frightening thought. Erik then said quietly, his eyes lowered and rubbing his thumb over his other hand because he felt a bit ill at ease, "I must thank you for having finally told me the truth." He raised his odd coloured eyes to study the King. "Did you wish me to tell the others our fate?"
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Post by King William Leverich II on Sept 30, 2012 17:50:52 GMT -5
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"It's not kidnapping?" Erik asked, a more harsh tone returning to his voice, "Kidnapping is defined as the taking of someone by force or fraud, generally for ransom…" Erik started.
"Kidnapping has a negative connotation,"
[/b] Will snapped back, before explaining the accidental circumstances of the "kidnapping." "So it was an accident. You didn't mean to bring us here? An accident, is it? I shall have to remember that. A lovely excuse…" Erik laughed, and Will swore, if he kept on this he would actually have to give the little prick a good smack on the head. "Sorry, Monsieur Will, I just found it amusing. I do not wish to disparage you and the other ...ghosts...whom I have not met yet. Hopefully they are all as congenial as you are.""Don't be such an idiot, Lenoir. I have people in high places, you know."[/color] Not anymore, but he did. And that was the same thing. They were still…. real to him, even if nobody else remembered them. As he grudgingly revealed more of his tale to Lenoir, the man came back with snappier and more disbelieving remarks, all of which made Will and angrier until he revealed that they might just disappear some day. It quieted Erik, for once, until finally he said, "I must thank you for having finally told me the truth."[/color][/b] No joking tone this time. Sincere. But it was still Erik, and he was so… pompous? How could someone be pompous and have a low self-image at the same time was entirely possible, but it was quite annoying to witness. "Did you wish me to tell the others our fate?""I… yes. No. No, I mean,"[/b] Will said, upset. It was hard to think through all the annoyance and sympathy - clashing as they were - and give Erik the best answer. He did so hate making decisions himself. FInally he said, "I don't really care, Lenoir. I really don't. Whatever the hell you think is best."[/b] He did care; he cared a lot. Too much, and look where that got him? He had long accepted that not caring was not an option for him, but… he could try, every once and a while. [/blockquote][/font][/size][/blockquote][/color] • • • • • • •[/center]
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 13, 2012 0:09:56 GMT -5
It was strange. The meeting with the King had started out friendly, then taken a decided turn for the worst. Erik had the feeling Will didn't really like him. Strange, he rather liked the King. A congenial fellow. And now he had told Erik someting of importance...
"So it was an accident that you brought us here. Well, if I had accidents like that... " Erik didn't finish his thought, he just laughed. "Of course it seems very much like home. I find it amazing how accurately you have reproduced my home. I have seen some of the other suites also. Tell me, do you have any idea about why my home is so much more extensive and elaborate than most of the others I have seen? Not that it matters, I am simply fascinated with the detail that was put into all of this, seemingly for our comfort. "
Then Will told Erik not to be such an idiot. "I beg your pardon, Monsieur, I an not an idiot, I have never been an idiot and will never be an idiot!" Erik 's odd two-coloured eyes flashed with anger. He paused for a moment and then looked at the King again. "Who are your friends in high places and why should I be afraid of them?"
There was an awkward silence for a short time and Erik frowned. "You don't like me, do you? Strange, because I rather like you..."
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Post by King William Leverich II on Dec 8, 2012 16:32:40 GMT -5
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"So it was an accident that you brought us here. Well, if I had accidents like that... " Erik gave a dark laugh, and Will glared at him. To put it in modern terms: dick.
"I beg your pardon, Monsieur, I an not an idiot, I have never been an idiot and will never be an idiot! Who are your friends in high places and why should I be afraid of them?" Oh, mood swings. They both seemed to be suffering somewhat disparagingly from those today.Then again, they had somewhat similarly clashing attitudes...
"Well, they're all dead, so you probably shouldn't be," he said blankly, knowing that it really wasn't helping his case. He did have friends in high places. Did, past tense. And, well, they were in high places still, but the "high" had gone from metaphorical to physical, as they were all in heaven or hell by now. Lucky bastards.
After Will conceded for Erik to do whatever he wanted, which was probably not the best thing to say, they kept silent for a few seconds before Erik said with a frown, "You don't like me, do you? Strange, because I rather like you..."
Well, that was suprising. Will hadn't expected that at all. He hadn't really gotten the idea that Erik liked him at all. Therefore; he hardly wanted to know what would happen if Erik didn't like someone, that was for sure!
"Really? Well, thank you,"
[/b] he said faintly, not really sure what else to say. The words were disappointingly awkward. He sighed, and rubbed his neck, an old habit never gone away. His dad used to smack him for it, which he probably deserved; it was hardly sightly for a prince. "It's not that I don't like you exactly, Erik," he admitted, "You're just a bit frustrating is all. But I... I have enjoyed talking to you," the words came out in slightly surprise to himself, but it was true; he felt as if he's said a lot of things that he'd kept quiet for far too long, and now, perhaps, Erik would spread that, so they all didn't ask him and he wouldn't have to watch their faces fall once more... [/blockquote][/font][/size][/blockquote][/color] • • • • • • •
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Dec 8, 2012 20:24:18 GMT -5
Erik smiled. "I suppose I understand why you and I are not getting along delightfully. I expect it's my personality, I do tend to grate on people's nerves. They say I talk too much, I want to take charge of everything. am too manipulative and I have a horrid temper. Yes, all of those things are true....unfortunately. But I do tend to get what I want. And yes, I do like you. You are even tempered, mostly, and congenial. You have given me some of the information I need. And lastly, you have provided me a perfect replica of my own home, and because I have no choice about staying here, I am very grateful for the attention to detail you have put into my home. Indeed, it is perfect because you have done so, and because it was perfect to begin with, considering it was I who designed and built it in the first place." "So I am intending to refurbish this opera house and hold operas and other great works of music and art. I intend it to be a fulfilling venture for all of us who are involved in it, but also a money-making venture for the manor and those of us who are managing, producing and performing in my productions." Erik came down from his position where he had been sitting upon the edge of the stage and he walked over to the king and extended his hand. "I know it's not generally proper to shake hands with a monarch, so I hope you are not offended. I thank you for the information you have given me and I hope you shall not disparage me for telling the others. It has been a pleasant sojourn but I must take my leave now. Au revoir. I do hope I see you again..." With that, Erik bowed formally and left the opera house, happy that someone had finally told him the truth or at least part of the truth of why all of them were here... FINIS [/i] |
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