Raoul Christophe de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Jun 10, 2012 13:28:02 GMT -5
“I’ll have to practice more so I get better at it.” Raoul stated. He did, honestly, as he didn’t have much experience in the matter at all. He supposed he could give it another try since apparently it was simpler than he thought it would be in the first place. This was his first time attempting to cook since the Navy—and he knew that it would be a valuable skill since he didn’t know how long he would end up being here. He had to learn how to take care of himself since neither his servants nor his cook were here. “No, you don’t have to repay me, really it was nothing.” he replied when she said that this was the least she could do to thank him for his good deed. He had just seen it as the natural thing to do, and hadn’t really given much thought to it.
He nodded when she asked him to show her some of the music rooms. “Can do, miss. It’s rather odd but you know, I woke up in a music room when I first came here…I thought that I was still within the opera house—as you see I was looking for a friend and must have dozed off—but to my dismay I wasn’t.” he stated as he began to lead her to one of the music rooms. “Ah, here is the exact room…” There was a piano and a few chairs, and it didn’t look to have changed much since he arrived.
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jun 15, 2012 2:42:03 GMT -5
Christine listened to the man as they walked. He was talking about when he had first arrived there in the manor. This puzzled Christine a bit. Why did he need to put up an act of how he came to be in this place as well. Under normal circumstances, she would have been inclined to ask, but she was afraid that if she did so, he might be offended and change his mind about writing on her fiancé's behalf to his commanding officers. Instead she just nodded. “How very odd indeed...”
when they reached the room, Christine glanced inside before stepping in. It was a very basic music room – likely a practice room for an individual to rehearse whether it be singing or some sort of instrumental solo. It was rather small, no more than about ten feet by ten feet at most, she estimated. “This very room?” She glided over to the piano, her fingers drifting over the keys, but not pressing any. She then looked at her hand. There was a thin layer of dust that had collected on the ebony and ivory keys, which she had rubbed off on her hands when she touched them. No one must have played it for some time now...
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
I?m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Jun 15, 2012 16:31:39 GMT -5
“Yes, it’s quite strange, isn’t it? I wish I knew how I had gotten here…and how whoever did this managed to pull it off. It’s absolutely insane…I don’t know how I lost consciousness, I was walking and feeling perfectly fine a few moments before I was transported here.” Raoul commented, frustration evident in his voice. “But I’m certain that we’ll find a way back to Paris. I can’t wait to visit this town. The sooner I do the sooner I can find out the nearest city and how far away it is from Paris. I should think that the nearest major city is Paris, since I know I couldn’t have been out too long…”
He nodded in response to her question. “Yes, this very room, mademoiselle. I woke up in that chair in the corner.” he stated, pointing over to said chair. He watched as she inspected the piano. “It seems that whoever owns this place is a lover of music. This isn’t the only music room here, you know. I’ve come across several—not to mention the opera house and the ballroom.” the Vicomte explained. “I’m not really one for music. I can enjoy a good opera or a concert, but I cannot claim to have any talent in that area.”
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jun 18, 2012 17:14:46 GMT -5
Christine nodded in agreement when the imposter de Chagny when he stated that it was absolutely insane that anyone would be capable of pulling such a thing as this off. “You have no idea just how insane, Monsieur...” Érik had, after all, threatened to – and had been perfectly capable of – blow up the Opéra Garnier. “I certainly hope that you are right about finding a way back to Paris, and soon...” Her eyes faded away for a moment, remembering the danger her fiancé was in, being there in Paris.
She looked back at the man though when he began speaking of music. She couldn't help smiling a little when he claimed that he had no musical talent whatsoever, remembering his humming as they were making the tuna a bit earlier that same day. “Oh, I highly doubt that much is the case, Monsieur.”
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
I?m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Jun 27, 2012 12:03:03 GMT -5
“What I don’t understand…is the point of bringing me here. One of the men whom I believe may be working with the Erik fellow you speak of tried to hypnotize the friend I was telling you about—and because I wanted to stop him and I am in love with her, he wants me dead. I know he must be behind this somehow being the evil man he is…but if he were to kidnap anyone it would be Christine.” Raoul mused aloud. He didn’t want to admit that it was likely Lenoir was as clueless as he was. He wanted to blame him for something, and this was the most convenient thing.
“Yes, I will. As interesting as this place is I should like to return home…I would like to see Christine again, and to know that she is alright. The only good thing to come out of this is that her crazy music teacher isn’t harassing her anymore…” That made him feel a little better. However he did miss her terribly. He cocked an eyebrow as she commented that she doubted he didn’t have musical talent. “What makes you say that, mademoiselle?”
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jun 28, 2012 14:19:41 GMT -5
Christine did not respond to the man as he spoke wondering why he would be brought here as well. She knew the answer of course, but how do you tell an actor, especially one who has been so cordial to you while in character, that you are aware his entire pretense is nothing but some elaborate charade and that he is merely a puppet in the hands of the real mastermind and his plots?
Instead, she decided to go on about her comment doubting his lack of musical talents. Perhaps his character was not meant to have such, but he most certainly did. “While we were busy cooking the pasta,” she explained, “I heard you humming, and it was quite lovely. Did you take lessons at all when you were younger? I would most certainly be interested in hearing some more...”
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
I?m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Jul 1, 2012 18:38:31 GMT -5
When Christine said that she had heard him humming, he blushed. “I didn’t even realize…” he started quietly and sheepishly, but soon cleared his throat. “It was just humming, mademoiselle—humming by no means equates to musical genius…or even simply talent for that matter.” he protested, crossing his arms. He wasn’t talented in that area in the slightest, he had no idea what led her to believe that he was.
“I don’t—and can’t sing.” Even though he had been told differently, Raoul refused to believe that he could. Apparently he had sung an aria from Gounod’s Romeo and Juliet when he was drunk on board his ship when he was still a lowly sailor. As he sung he had uttered the word ‘Christine’ several times without of course knowing it, only to be asked who the girl was when he was finished. Naturally the young Vicomte had been mortified. “Nor can I dance or play an instrument. I can assure you that I am by no means musically gifted.”
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jul 4, 2012 10:52:23 GMT -5
“Oh, I am quite aware that humming is not indicative of musical genius, Monsieur – nor is it a sign of any musical talent whatsoever. In fact, I absolutely loathe humming, but yours actually wasn't bad, which means that you must have some sort of musical talent or else we wouldn't be having this conversation. Trust me; I know. Music is what I do for a living, Monsieur – I would not lie about it.[/b]”
She stared at him challengingly.. It was quite obvious that the man had some sort of musical talent, however little it might be, or else she would have found his humming to be rather irritating, which had not been the case. And then she quirked her brow. “I do not recall mentioning anything about dancing. Perhaps it is merely your guilty conscience speaking.”
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
I?m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Jul 8, 2012 19:24:29 GMT -5
Raoul shook his head. “So I can hum in tune—that’s not musical talent, mademoiselle. I don’t…I’m not a musician. I don’t make music, I don’t sing…I’m not musical.” he protested, shaking his head in frustration. Truth be told he was embarrassed at being put on the spot. He didn’t find himself musically talented at all and frankly singing in public—making any sort of music in public—made him feel uncomfortable.
He froze when she pointed out that she had not mentioned dancing. “Well…I must have thought…” he trailed off, unable to explain why dancing had come to mind. “I…I am not guilty! I’m telling you the truth, I do not and cannot sing!” he protested vehemently, crossing his arms. “I guess…I must have thought that you did or were going to ask me if I could dance—which I can’t. At all. Not even a little.”
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jul 10, 2012 3:36:00 GMT -5
“Oh yes it does, Monsieur. Humming is far more difficult to make sound nice than singing is. I would know; I sing as a profession. I heard you clear as day humming in the kitchen and I know for a fact that you can make music.”
Christine couldn't help but to chuckle a little when he began tripping over his words as he spoke. “There's no need to be so defensive, Monsieur. I really don't see what all the fuss is about. Come now. There's a piano right here, why don't you see for your self? There is no reason at all to be ashamed of it.”
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
I?m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Jul 14, 2012 20:43:07 GMT -5
“I wasn’t trying to make it sound nice, it just…happened!” Raoul protested, but by now his protests were half-hearted. Apparently she was an authority on matters concerning music, and clearly to her he was very good. “Well, I don’t like to make music, mademoiselle—and I am not good at it in the slightest.”
“I am not defensive!” he answered a bit more sharply than he had wanted to. He noticed this and repeated, “I am not defensive…” When she mentioned the piano, he paused. He did enjoy playing every now and then, but he wasn’t used to having an audience. “I…alright.” he muttered, sitting down at the piano reluctantly. “Only so that you can see that I am no musician, mademoiselle. What do you want me to play?”
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jul 15, 2012 21:48:23 GMT -5
“All the more reason it proves that you do in fact have talent, Monsieur. You cannot deny that you are good at it, and I haven't the slightest idea why you wouldn't like doing it so much that you would claim you 'aren't good at it in the slightest'.” The man confused Christine a bit. She recalled a time when she herself had been quite bitter about the idea of making music, but she never denied that she could. It was only the painful memories it brought up which had made her so bitter. Perhaps this man had experienced something similar? It was possible, she supposed...
Her eyes widened a bit in slight shock at his initial tone when he claimed that he wasn't being defensive. Well that was an obvious lie... And then... play? She hadn't mentioned him playing the piano. She had merely meant that there was one there to refer to for pitch. It would seem that he was admitting even less than she had thought... “Play? Oh! Um.... anything at all is fine, really. Perhaps some Mozart? Unless, of course, you plan to sing on top of your playing...”
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
I?m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you
Posts: 414
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Aug 30, 2012 20:06:15 GMT -5
“I’m not good at in the slightest.” Raoul reaffirmed in frustration. “I don’t mind hearing music and seeing concerts—I’m an avid patron of the arts, mademoiselle, make no mistake—but I have no musical talent whatsoever. There’s no need to make me feel better because I’m not ashamed of my lack of skill. It’s simply something I accept—I never wanted to be good at it.”
He nevertheless sifted through the pile of sheet music sitting on the piano until he found something he was comfortable with playing. “Mozart’s Piano Sonata Number 1 in C major. I’ll only play the first movement in order to spare your delicate ears.” he said with a self-deprecating smile before beginning to play.
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Aug 31, 2012 21:23:34 GMT -5
((1,000!))
Christine rolled her eyes while giving a small smirk when L'Imposteur de Chagny turned his attentions to the piano and began to play. She knew that he at least had some knowledge of music. Mozart’s Piano Sonata Number 1 in C major. I’ll only play the first movement in order to spare your delicate ears.
If he truly were not any good at it, he would not be able to play it at all, much less 'only play the first movement.' She listened as he played and her suspicions were confirmed. The man really was good at the piano, much more so than what he gave himself credit for. Her eyes followed the notes on the sheets as he played from them.
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
I?m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Sept 16, 2012 11:49:25 GMT -5
Raoul continued playing, having relatively little difficult with the piece. After all, he did play at a local restaurant. He wanted to drop that job as soon as possible for something better once something better came up. It was simply a means to an end—he needed a law degree, and he needed money to pay for it. He didn’t mind playing piano all that much but it…wasn’t exactly something he was proud of, because he, a nobleman shouldn’t be doing this to make a living. Besides, it reminded him of his worst enemy.
After several minutes he made it through the first movement and stopped, looking up at the opera singer. “Well, what do you think? I only ask that you aren’t too harsh…I know it’s not any good but do mind my feelings.” he joked with a bit of a chuckle.
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