Erik Lenoir
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Sept 28, 2012 19:56:06 GMT -5
Erik was silent as he watched the servant bring the coffee and some fruit for the table. He sipped at his coffee. It was black and hot, the way he liked it, although he preferred tea. The manservant seemed a bit talkative, but if he had just arrived, no wonder.
Alfred retired to the kitchen then and Erik said, "So you have come here with a purpose then. You are looking for someone? Are you a village resident?" Erik paused. He didn't wish to seem too inquisitive, but he wondered what the man was looking for. "When will your associate be joining you?"
Erik continued to drink his coffee. "Not a bad blend of coffee. Could be a bit fresher. It should be freshly ground each time it is made. But still, it's all right. I prefer tea." He trained his odd-eyed glance on Billie again. "Did you care to see anyone in particular? Any certain room in the place? I have been here since Janvier last and I know most of the people. But there are some I have not come across, yet have heard of them. I do keep to myself a bit, Momsieur. Although not as much as some."
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Post by billie on Sept 29, 2012 16:26:18 GMT -5
"Thank you," Billie replied in that deep smooth voice with a grateful nod as he took his cup of coffee. Gently blowing over the top of the cup to cool it down before he took a sip. It was hot, a bit mild as he was a strong coffee man really. But he wasn't going to complain since he was a guest here.
Nodding after he took another sip and set the coffee cup down. "That's right," he began answering the strange half masked man. "Just arrived for a business deal. Figured while I'm here," he paused a moment while glancing down at his coffee cup and slowly picked it up," I'd try and get some answers perhaps to an old family mystery." Then took another drink from his coffee cup. "That's why I am looking for the owner. Hopin' they have some answers for me."
A couple things the other man said confused Billie a tad. Sipping his coffee again and again as he watched and listened to the other man. But not sure how to ask about the missing woman from nearly a hundred years ago. "I'm not sure," he continued. "I wouldn't know where to start," looking at the other man with that usual hard cowboy gaze. "I guess," he started and trailed off before taking another sip then setting down the coffee cup, " I'm lookin' for a someone in particular. A young woman by the name of Emma Ravenhearst. Last known... she was livin' here. That was over a hundred years ago." He didn't know what else to say. But watched the man's reaction to see if he knew anything about the name mentioned or not.
Taking the last long drink from his coffee before setting it down and smirking. "She's in town now dealing with a business transaction and will let me know when she's done." Billie could only smirk and shake his head at the thought of the woman.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Sept 30, 2012 15:19:14 GMT -5
Erik listened as Billie talked about why he had come to the mansion, in answer to Erik's questions. Erik kept sipping the coffee, then reached for the cream. It might make the coffee a bit more palatable.
Billie said he was here for a business deal, Erik wondered if he meant with someone at the mansion or in the village. He would ask that later, if Billie didn't clear it up for him.
"As I mentioned before, the owner is a bit elusive. Not always at the mansion. I don't know where he keeps himself. What type of business deal, if I may be so bold as to ask? Is he thinking of selling the mansion?" Erik wondered if Dalimar was thinking of getting rid of the mansion and all of its troublesome residents.
When the American spoke of Emma Ravenhearst, Erik looked up in surprise. He raised his visible eyebrow. Miss Ravenhearst? Strange you should mention her. I know....of her." Erik didn't want to tell Billie that he had indeed seen her ... as a ghost. Poor Emma was so afraid of Charles. He had been so cruel to her, according to the ghost. She was even afraid of Erik and there was nothing he could do to harm her, even if he wanted to do so.
"What is it that you are asking about her, if you don't mind me asking.?" He wondered if he could find Emma and have her speak to Billie personally. He hadn't seen the ghost in quite some time and he wasn't sure he could find her again.
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Post by billie on Oct 3, 2012 17:50:31 GMT -5
Billie looked at his now empty cup pondering if he wanted more coffee and decided one cup should be enough. For now at least. Nodding as he returned that hard gaze to Lenoir, "Tough one to get a hold of," he more muttered to himself. Nodding again, "The property is still private. That's all I'm aware of. There's no talks of sellin' it. People are too damn afraid of this place. They say it's evil," at least that's the impression and what he heard from those in the Village. They thought him mad or stupid to want to come out here.
Once again looking at Lenoir, this time with more interest in his visage, "Do you?" Raising his brows. "Wouldn't mind hearin' more about what you know. As I said, she's been missing for over a hundred years." Paused a moment, barely shifting in his seat, "Need to find her remains and take her home. Finally put her to rest. It's been a family request since she disappeared." Just then, Billie's phone device went off again. He jumped to it, his hand swiftly moved to grab it and look at it. Staring at it a moment then nodded. He tapped on the small device and then stuffed it away again. "Again, sorry ''bout that. My Associate. She's finished dropping off a horse and was wondering where I was."
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 3, 2012 19:21:50 GMT -5
Erik was relieved to hear the the property had not been sold. Oddly enough, it felt like home and really a lot safer than the Paris Opera House where even after all these months, he could still be taken into custody or even killed by a mob if he went back. Erik nodded when Billie confirmed that there was no talk of selling hte mansion. Then Billie went on to say the villagers considered the mansion evil. Erik laughed. If only Billie knew how many criminals, despots and even demons lived here, he would probably agree.
"I would have to agree with you, Monsieur Cristoferson, the villagers do have a fear of his place. I have been treated very strangely when I went into the village. There are those who stare at me and say I remind them of someone. It's rather disturbing."
Then Billie asked about Emma again. "What do I know of her," Erik said. It' was really a statement, not a question. He was deciding exactly what he should reveal of his encounter with the ghost. Probably saying nothing at this point about actually having talked with Emma would be best. He wondered if her grave were here at the mansion. He actually hadn't looked. Perhaps it was. It would be logical.
"Well I only know a few facts about the lady, Monsieur. It appears that she was rather afraid of Charles Dalimar, the original owner of his house. From the little I know, it seems that he was quite a controlling man and that she couldn't seem to get away from his influence. He was said to have dealings with...dark spirits. So I suppose the legend of the mansion is what the villagers have heard."
Then the man's strange little device went off again and he consulted it. His associate wea looking for Billie. Odd that he could know all of that from just looking at the tiny device. Erik nodded as if he knew exactly what the man was talking about.
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Post by billie on Oct 3, 2012 21:21:49 GMT -5
Sitting back in his chair while keeping focus upon Lenoir, Billie listened to the cryptic wording of the half masked man as he spoke about the Manor. But there was no hint of amusement after Lenoir made his statement. "Legends come from somewhere," Billie said with that deep, smooth as whiskey voice, a somber hint in there that told anyone that Billie was not blind to superstition nor other unexplained occurrences.
Billie knew about the Manor's owner but it was the mention of meddling with 'dark spirits' is something that Billie nor the family ever knew about. This got Billie's attention but he sat there still with a grim visage flashing across his face. "Most likely... her remains are still here."
His device went off again and he whipped it back in front of his eyes, reading it. Tapping once again upon it before again stuffing it away as he stood. "Well... it was a pleasure.. Mister... Lenoir." took Billie a moment to recall the other man's name. Holding out his hand. "But I better go."
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 3, 2012 21:44:04 GMT -5
Billie looked ready to go. Erik shook his hand. "I am curious now. I am considering taking a walk over to the graveyard to look for Emma Ravenhearst's grave. It could very well be there. So I will accompany you outside."
Erik wished he could tell Emma that a descendant of hers was here looking for her. He didn't know where to find her though. He would have liked for Emma to speak to Billie herself. "Are you leaving for good or shall you be returning, Monsieur?" asked Erik. "I truly do think I can find a bit more information for you, with time that is..."
Erik stood up to follow Billie outside again. "Are you staying in the village, Monsieur?" Erik was curious about this tall American. And the connection with Emma just made the situation more interesting. "Does your associate know where you are?"
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Post by billie on Oct 3, 2012 22:50:20 GMT -5
After a shake of the hand, Billie then started to make his way back the way they came from outside. Ready to leave as he had to really, not because he wanted to. Ana was awaiting him and was a bit impatient. Nodding as he walked with the strange but kind masked Host, "I stay to join ya but can't. I receive Hell if I don't head back now." Again, Billie smirked at the thought of Ana.
"Don't know," Billie replied. Not looking at Lenoir while he walked but kept his eyes forward at least. Occasionally glancing about. Nodding once again, "Would like to know wha'cha find."
Keeping his eyes forward, then glancing at Lenoir. This man asked a LOT of questions. "Yup. Stayin' in town," Billie told him as he glanced sideways at the masked man once again. "As to Ana," he smirked once again, that young woman had a hell of a personality. "She'll be lookin' for me soon enough if I don't get back." Smirking as he looked at Lenoir.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 5, 2012 19:37:05 GMT -5
Erik walked with Billie as he made his way back to the gardens and then to the place in which he had parked his truck. Erik wondered what manner of man was afraid of a mere woman. And not even a wife or girlfriend. This woman was an employee! Times certainly had changed. He wondered why Billie didn't just tell her off and be done with it. In any case, she could be intersting to meet. Erik could certainly stand up to any woman anywhere, no matter what era she was from.
Erik raised an eyebrow, windering what type of men these modern fellows were if they let the women push them about. But he said nothing about it. He was interested in meeting this "Ana" himself.
He walked with Billie through the gardens. "What type of business did you say you were involved in? And this Ana works for you? Interesting." They approached the stables, next to which the truck was parked. Erik was somewhat fascinated by the truck, now that he saw one stopped, and up close. "Can you tell me how this runs, Monsieur Cristoferson? I am interested in technology, unlike some of the people in the mansion. I have a thirst for knowledge..."
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Post by billie on Oct 5, 2012 22:22:55 GMT -5
From inside the grand Manor, through the Gardens, out towards the drive not far from the stables, Billie kept a steady pace while being escorted by Lenoir. The strange man was kind enough and Billie respected that. The fact that this man offered to help in some way to learn more about what happened to his Great Great Aunt.
Billie glanced sideways at Lenoir with a pleasant face, then looked at the Stables. He noticed a couple horses occupying that building. "I work with horses. Training them, breeding, sales," Pausing as he once again glanced at Lenoir. "That sorta thing." Watching Lenoir a little longer as he mentioned Ana. "Yes... she does. Darn good at her job, too."
Billie strode up to the truck then looked at Lenoir, he smirked and yet was stunned. Did he not know how it all worked? Well, Billie didn't exactly know fully either, but he knew enough about some mechanical repair work at least. Opening the door to the truck, "Tell you what," he began, "I'll come back and I'll be glad to let you have a look under the hood." Billie once again smirked, that moustache just accentuating that smirk all the more as he watched Lenoir. "I'll bring the trailer, too. But," and he got into the truck, the driver's side, turned the key. In a second the truck whurred then roared and rumbled like a good diesel engine usually does. Leaning a little more towards the window and draped his arm over the open window. Glancing about the Manor, then back to Lenoir. "Thanks for the coffee. If you don't mind... I'd like to come back tomorrow. Show you the truck then and hopefully... more answers about Ms Ravenhearst."
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 6, 2012 0:18:30 GMT -5
"Ah, you work with horses. I suppose I should have known from your attire. So you are off to meet your associate then? And she helps you with the horses? That's very interesting. Well, I hope you do find her."
Erik was quite interseted to meet this woman Billie had been speaking about. She sounded different from any of those Erik knew at the mansion. She must be a true "modern" woman.
Erik liked Billie too. He was a straight forward type of fellow, not devious and good natured. At least that's what Erik observed. He wondered if Billie's associate took advantage of his good nature. And Billie said she was "darn" good at her job. Perhaps that part overcame any negativity she might have. Erik smirked a bit at Billie's use of darn a very mild curse word. Although perhaps it held a different connotation here in the future. Erik couldn't be sure of anything anymore, if it were the same in the future or not.
Billie entered the truck and said he would explain the mechanics of it another day. Erik nodded. He was sure it would be quite fascinating. Then he said he would like to come back tomorrow and see if he could find anything on Emma. Erik nodded. "I will check the graveyard here to see if I can find her grave. Perhaps also, there may be records in the village."
Erik nodded. It's been a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Cristoferson. I shall look forward to seeing you again tomorrow and shall give you the results of my little investigation." Erik smiles as the man drove off.
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Post by billie on Oct 6, 2012 0:50:37 GMT -5
"That's right," nodding then looked at Lenoir at the mention of his own attire and smirked. Billie had been known to look like a cowboy. Here in England he really made himself look the part. "Yup. A horse prospect has been delivered to a local and she's waiting for me." Billie didn't go into detail of why he was meeting her and her horse, and more. Billie didn't like to talk too much really.
Looking up and around after Lenoir mentioned a graveyard. Not far from the stables, Billie spotted a small private cemetery. "Well, I'll be," he muttered as he stared at the cemetery. "Much obliged," he said turning his sights back to Lenoir. Nodding once, "Likewise, Mister Lenoir," having that little American twang to it that more sounded like 'Len-war'. Removing his arm from the door window, taking the steering wheel, the truck moved forward and Billie drove off, disappearing down the roadway.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 6, 2012 11:43:36 GMT -5
Erik watched the truck leave and then he turned to walk toward the graveyard and mausoleum. The time he had seen EmmaRavenhearst, she had been in the graveyard. It had been an odd turn of events for it was actually Emma, the ghost, who had been frightened of Erik, for what reason he didn't know. True, he looked odd with his mask on and perhaps a bit frightening with his black cape, but still, what would a spectre have to fear from a live person?
He walked through the lovely autumn landscape. The leaves had turned colour already and only a few had found their way to the ground. They crunched gently as Erik walked over them. He approached the graveyard and looked at each tombstone. Oddly enough, back in May when he had seen the spectre of his mother, her name had appeared on a gravestone. But now he couldn't find that and it looked to him as if that particular gravestone had vanished. He sighed. Another mystery brought on by the spectres.
He walked further and then, unexpectedly, found a grave off by itself. The name engraved on the stone was still visible, although the stone was very old and had been somewhat eroded by time. He walked up to it and looked closer. It read Emma Ravenhearst. That was all. No dates, nothing else. Could it be the Emma Ravenhearst for which Billie Cristoferson, her descendant, was looking for. He hoped it would be the clue Billie wanted. A better clue would be if he could find Emma herself. He touched the gravestone and whispered, "Emma, I really need you to show yourself..."
Then Erik was brought out of his reverie as he thought he heard the sound of horse's hoofs. He turned to where the sound emanated and saw a rider approaching the manor. He turned and walked over to see who it was.
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Post by anastasia on Oct 6, 2012 14:01:39 GMT -5
Not usually an impatient person but there were times she simply hated waiting and waiting. Especially if there was no answer. Well, not the answer she wanted. Billie told her to stay where she was. He was on his way. But knowing Billie, he would take forever. He did mention something about being at a Manor outside of town. So, if he was going to be there for a while, a ride was in order then! A couple weeks of no riding, both she and her horse, Daredevil, were simply itching to get out for some fresh air and stretch their legs so to speak. Daredevil had recovered well enough after being quarentined a little longer than the prospect Doc Dun they brought over. Worried about poor Daredevil and wondering if the gelding will adjust well enough to the different weather of England.
Thundering over the countryside, enjoying the feel of the wind upon her face as Daredevil stretched his legs ranging from walks and various trots to canters and at times a full out gallop. She dared not to 'blow out' as some Thoroughbred people called it. Daredevil was no Thoroughbred though. He was not meant to race but he could still gallop swiftly. He was a large horse and defined with lots of muscles considering his heritage from good Friesian and Percheron bloodlines. He was a grand Dressage horse which is why she picked him in the first place. The forest was a bit of a challenge and she started kicking herself for putting him through such a rigorous terrain but it didn't seem to phase the gelding one bit instead it seemed that he loved it and was taking it all as a challenge. Allowed to go free and as far as he wanted. Well, she was not going to argue with that one bit! After all, she was aching to get back into the saddle. Now she was! And it felt wonderful!
The forest opened up to what she thought was a field or meadow but she was quickly corrected when a grand gothic mansion stood before her, gardens off to one side and a cemetery off to another side. Within a few seconds she took the black gelding from a canter to a halt with ease. Glancing about and noticing a man around the cemetery, looked like he was approaching. Strange looking man actually. The gelding was antsy and eager to get back to the delightful ride as it seemed to prancing place, tossing it's head a couple times and squealed softly once. She leaned forward just slightly to caress the neck just in front of the withers. Her eyes locked upon the finely dressed man... who wore a mask. Raising her brows as she sat back up in the saddle, holding the reins as the horse pawed at the ground and still a little antsy. She was dressed in skin tight denim looking riding breeches, brown english riding boots and a top that hugged practically every curve of her torso, leather riding gloves, and lengthy chestnut brunette hair cascading down over her shoulders from under a gray-black riding helmet. Those brown eyes locked upon the masked man with cautious, curious, and haunting eyes. Now this was an interesting development. She found this Manor that Billie said he was at and the locals warned her NEVER to go near. But this man was most definitely not Billie.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 6, 2012 20:15:53 GMT -5
As Erik approached the rider, he could see that it was a woman sitting upon a large black gelding. And the woman had long chestnut-coloured hair and she was wearing some type of helmet. The beautiful hair was what he noticed about her first. As he drew closer, he could see she was dressed in riding clothes. Very form fitting riding clothes. He sighed. It must be someone from the odd era they were living in...that future that seemed so strange to all of them.
He continued to walk toward the woman and the horse. He wondered what her business was here at the manor. The villagers, with some exceptions, didn't care to come to the Manor, or so he had heard. Then he wondered. Could this be the associate that Billie Cristoferson had spoken about?
The horse seemed uneasy. Erik wondered if he could see the spectres as he knew some animals could, considerably before humans could And since there were spectres that humans could see residing here, perhaps there were more that kept themselves invisible. He wished that Emma Ravenhearst would show herself.
He came very close then to the woman. She was still mounted on the gelding. Erik didn't approach exceedingly close, for the horse was showing signs of being disturbed.
"Have you come looking for anyone in particular?" asked Erik. "If you are looking for Monsieur Cristoferson, he left here just a bit ago, perhaps a half hour or so."
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