Erik Lenoir
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Apr 1, 2012 15:44:39 GMT -5
Erik continued his wanderings about the castle and walked past the ballroom. He had wandered in there some days ago and had met a lovely dancer named Lydia. He wondered if she were here again or where she was. He had not seen her at all since their meeting. People seemed to come and go, although he had met several of them again.
Erik was not happy to be a captive in this odd place, but he felt at least it was a place of refuge. He would have had to leave Paris in any case, after the murder of Piangi and it was a relief to be here, in a way, away from the crowds bent on revenge. He had no sympathy for the ignorant masses. What did they know of him and his intellect and many talents? Nothing. All they saw was a deformed man who had on occasion, comitted a few infractions against the popular morés and it was their perception of him as a monster that made them seek him out for revenge. He would of course have gotten away..he would have escaped to the river and stowed away on a ship bound for a far off place where he would not be recognized. And now at least he would have time to plan his escape if he should return in the same time and place.
However, he didn't care to be here really, even though it was a refuge of sorts. He wanted answers as to why he was brought here and who had done it. There were far too many people here for his liking and some who seemed strangely familiar. It made him uneasy at times. And there was the necessity of questioning all of them to find out if anyone knew any scrap of information that would lead to their release.
Erik went back and pushed open the doors to the ballroom, hoping to find Lydia. She was one of the people who had been kind to him, after her initial fear. He went in and found it bright, the sunlight streaking in through the tall windows surrounding the room and playing upon the dilapidated place. He could see dust in the sunlight and everywhere was dirty. He had his fedora and cape on, for he had been thinking about going outside in the garden to see if the older Christine were there, the one who appeared to know him from the past. He had had quite a tiff with her yesterday, and had been sorry later on thinking about it. She had told him a bizarre thing, somthing she apparently thought was true, but Erik knew in his heart it wasn't. Perhaps though, he could make it up to her. She had seemed so ...almost....in love with him....he had never expected that. Christine had always shunned him. And now he was shunning her. It made no sense.
He sat down in one of the dilapidated chairs after first dusting it off with his clothes brush. He hated getting his clothing dirty. He pulled out his fountain pen and notebook and began to write. Just then he heard the door again and looked up at the sound...
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Erik Carriere
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"When you sing, I live in the heavens, and when you do not, down below." ~ Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on Apr 22, 2012 10:02:05 GMT -5
Erik was starting to learn to get his way around, though he had only explored a few rooms in this vast place. So far, he had been to the kitchen, the library, and some sort of art room that was filled with many different artifacts of art in it. So far, he had only met two people. A Raoul de Chagny, which still concerned him some since he shared the same de Chagny as Philippe. Then a Christine Daae, he had learned a little bit from her.
One of those things was that he was not the only one who had stalked an opera house in Paris, wearing a mask. And that just sounded absolutely mad since there was only one Paris, one opera house, and one Erik who had been called the Phantom of the Opera. She spoke that others here say that this strange phenomenon could be from some sort of time warp or something. For Erik, he believed that there was only about two options really, either this was all a dream that seemed very realistic and long or... magic, he knew magic well. Although he had read books on time jumping, there were very few, and suppose it could have been possible as well.
Erik was walking down in the hall ways, perhaps he could find his way out of here. Then again.... if they were in fact, not in Paris as he thought he most likely would be, it would only be a disaster. No... for now... he shall have to wait here, and figure out as much as he could. Things such as where he was. And plus, his Christine may be here.... wandering the halls alone... oh he must find her as soon as possible if she was here. But if she wasn't.... was there a chance that he would never see her again? No... no! If he were to never see her again.... he would die.... he would just die without her. Yes, he had survived for a good while without her, but now when he had her, he couldn't just let her go.
As Erik continued to walk, he stumbled upon a door. He was fairly sure that he had not yet visited the room behind these doors. This caused a small hope that it would lead to outside or at least to a room that would give him further knowledge. He opened the door and entered. Yes indeed he had not been to this place yet. It looked to be a ballroom. A ballroom? In this place? Didn't surprise him really since he had been told on occasion by the two people he had met earlier and his exploring told him that this place was large so it wouldn't be exactly new for such a large place to have its own ballroom. But there was something odd about this ballroom... perhaps it was the man whom also wore a mask as well as a cape and hat. Another masked man... with a different mask than himself. Actually, this masked man looked quite different from himself. "Good day sir.... I hope I am not interrupting anything important.."
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Erik Lenoir
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Apr 22, 2012 16:21:48 GMT -5
When Erik heard the door open, he saw a tall man enter. The man also wore a mask, but three-quarter mask, covering the top two thirds of his face. As he drew closer, Erik could see the dark purplish of the eyelids and skin about his eyes. He had startling blue eyes and light hair brushed back from his face and at the edges of his mask could be seen the ends of long sideburns.
Erik removed his fedora and placed it on a chair next to him. Erik said nothing and waited for the stranger to speak. It was odd to see another masked man. He had met one before who said his name was Érik and later had said his name was Erik Lavalais. He had worn black full masks on both occasions, one silk and one leather. The second time he had met the man, he hadn't seemed to remember him, which was interesting, considering Erik was quite singular looking even while wearing the mask.
As this man approached, Erik stood and put his diary down next to his hat. He wondered if the man's name was Erik, considering that both he and the other man who wore the black mask were named Erik.He decided to introduce himself and make a friendly greeting. "Bon jour, Monsieur. I am called Erik Lenoir, late of Paris. It is not my real surname of course, just an epithet for my personality perhaps. And your name?"
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Erik Carriere
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"When you sing, I live in the heavens, and when you do not, down below." ~ Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on Apr 24, 2012 21:19:00 GMT -5
Ah so this was the Erik Lenoir that the other Christine Daae had spoken briefly about. And even though Erik had been expecting to run into one of the masked men here since finding out about their existence here, it still slightly startled him, seeing another masked man. The only time he had ever seen others wearing masks was during masquerades. Which took place at the opera house infrequently.
"Erik Carriere... nice to meet you, monsieur Lenoir." He spoke pleasantly. Indeed, he had been kind of hoping to run into one of the masked men here. The other masked man even said that he was also from Paris. Another coincidence. Erik was quite curious as to what all similarities the may share. He wondered what differences they shared from their past. He wondered what deformity this other man had since it seemed to be only on one side of his face. But her would never ask that, he knew that his face.... deformities where a very touchy subject. He didn't speak about it at all with Gerard even.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Apr 24, 2012 22:04:57 GMT -5
"It's quite pleasant to meet you, Monsieur, " said Erik, approaching the other masked man named Erik. They were both very different looking, the only similarities being the mask and name.
"How did you come here, Monsieur? I know that all of us were pulled into this odd place from our normal lives (here he thought...normal? I have never been normal..., but he continued on) ... I myself came into the library. I thought I was in an underground passageway leading to the Seine, but instead, here I was in the library of this mansion. It was strange indeed."
Erik motioned for the tall Erik to take a seat next to him. I have met quite a few people here. And even though I am not usually a talkative fellow, having lived most of my life alone, I have begun to be quite the garralous fellow. Of course it is because I am trying to find a way out of this place, as I am sure we all are."
"What part of your life were you pulled from?" asked Erik.
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Erik Carriere
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"When you sing, I live in the heavens, and when you do not, down below." ~ Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on Apr 30, 2012 4:11:54 GMT -5
Erik listened to this other Erik's story of how he came here. It was indeed interesting and quite different from the way he came. He could have imagined it be quite the surprise to be thinking that one was going to Sine only to find themselves in some sort of dusty mansion. Erik knew that if he were in that situation, he would have been confused greatly. Then again, he fell asleep and woke up and was still confused greatly so either way it probably didn't matter.
He accepted the masked man's offer by dusting off the seat a bit and sitting down. It made sense that this Erik wouldn't be usually a talkative man. If there was any man that lived like he did, under the opera house for most or in Erik's case, all his life with a disfigurement, you don't tend to be talkative. Then again, Erik did get to talk to Gerard quite a bit before he was replaced. And of course people here would be looking for a way out of here, this was not where they belonged, at least, this was not where Erik belonged. He didn't think anyone would probably think any differently about themselves.
"In my life before coming here, I was waiting to give lessons to Christine, and to congratulate her performance that night at the Bistro..." He would not be surprised if this Erik recognized Christine's name. "Some how I seemed to have fallen asleep after some time for waiting for her and woke up down the hall from the library in some sort of storage room." Yes, it did sound very strange but then again, all of their stories sounded unrealistic but it is what happened or else they wouldn't all be here. Erik knew there had to have been more than just some how getting kidnapped, after all, it only wasn't strange for there to be such similar people here, but it was also completely unnatural that Erik would have fallen asleep waiting for Christine.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Apr 30, 2012 19:07:41 GMT -5
The tall man named Erik Carriere seemed cordial and friendly. Everyone might as well be friendly; they were forced to be here and it would be best if they got along. There was something about this masked man that seemed calm though, calm and friendly. Erik liked him almost immediately, although he had spoken few words. And Erik didn't usually take to people very easily...
Motioning with a dramatic gesture to the grand piano standing not far from where the two men were sitting, Erik said, "This piano, it's a good one. I tuned it as well as I could the first time I was in here. I was with a lovely dancer named Lydia Constanzi. Have you met her? We found some tools for tuning the piano and I did what I could, but I had no access to anything else, for some of the hammers were broken and in bad shape. I did a good enough job to play a few simple tunes. But when I came back sometime later, I found someone else , with access to more tools had fixed all the hammers and replaced the rusty strings and the piano is in excellent shape. Do you play? If you do, be my guest...the piano has an excellent sound."
Erik of course suspected that the man was a musician, as the both he and the other Erik he had met were, and he took the chance that this fellow was also. Then when he said he was about to give lessons to a Christine. The end of Erik's strange lips turned up in a smile. He knew there had to be a Christine involved... This was getting too predictable!
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Erik Carriere
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"When you sing, I live in the heavens, and when you do not, down below." ~ Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on May 2, 2012 9:04:00 GMT -5
Erik listened to Lenoir speak about fixing the grand piano close by them and meeting people such as a dancer named Lydia. "I have yet to meet anyone by the name of Lydia," Not even from his past time in the Opera house, now he came to think about it. He looked at the grand piano and was tempted, he gave in with the invitation to play. He nodded slightly to accept his offer and stood and sat down at the piano.
Erik nearly loved to play the piano as much as he loved to play his flute. Those were the two instruments he really played, he had tried the violin once but he just didn't seem to have the knack for it so he stuck to singing, flute, and piano. He played a few simple keys and smiled slightly, pleased with the sound and the fine tuning. "It always pleases me to hear such a fine tuned instrument." He mumbled slightly. Erik didn't really have a piano of his own, though there was several at the opera house, of course, some sounded better than others. And this one was definitely a fine piano.
Erik then began to really play the piano. He played it beautifully, years of practice helped. It was a pretty and smooth flowing song, gentle, starting out soft then crescendo into a strong, rhythmic song. It was a song he played frequently when in a at least fairly good mood. When he was younger, if he hadn't been reading, he was singing and trying to improve himself and if he wasn't doing that, then he was practicing either his flute or on a piano, and if he wasn't doing that, then he was either conversing with Gerard or wandering in the shadows of the opera house. The song finally ended with decrescendo and a few measures of soft notes. He was very pleased with the sound of the piano, it added to the beauty of the song. He stood and walked back to Lenoir. "Thank you for giving me the pleasure to play it." He spoke pleasantly.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on May 2, 2012 23:43:55 GMT -5
Carriere was an excellent pianist, Erik thought, almost as goood as himself. He was quite impressed. The paino was an excellent one, and now with the newly tuned and refurbished parts, it was almost breathtaking. "Fine, Carriere, fine," said Erik. "Excellent; you are quite talented."
Erik went on, "And you are most welcome to come here anytime to play, you know...the ballroom belongs to all of us here," and here he added amusingly, "I have declared it so!" Erik laughed. Then he said, more seriously, "But lest you think I had anything to do with bringing any of us here, please realize that I am as much of a prisoner as anyone else."
"Erik was curious to know if this fellow had found his lair yet. "Have you discovered your ...quarters, shall we say...yet? It appears that anyone named Erik is deemed an important fellow and we have larger living areas than the others. Why I do not know. Although I am certainly not going to argue about such a thing. I would be happy to show ou my quarters, should you be interested. Strange thing, it's exactly as my quarters were where I was when I was so rudely plucked from my life and made a prisoner here...I shan't complain about the accommodations thaugh. My place is perfect in every detail. And because I designed the original and this copy is indeed ists identical twin, I am quite enamoured of it...What say, Carriere? Have you found yours?"
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Erik Carriere
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"When you sing, I live in the heavens, and when you do not, down below." ~ Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on May 16, 2012 22:08:34 GMT -5
The ballroom belongs to all of us. Erik still wondered how many 'us' were here though he could imagine that by the day, the population in this place seems to be increasing by the day, though he couldn't be too sure since he had only been here for a few days. And only met about three people including Lenoir. Then Erik shook his head a bit mentally as he heard the other masked man continue.
He talked about there being... quarters? In fact, all of the Eriks already had arrangements here, he would have loved to know how that was possible. But as he had to keep reminding himself, possible or impossible seemed to change a bit in this strange place. And an exact copy he says? Why, Erik would be quite dumbfounded if anyone would have been able to make such a replica to his domain. He wouldn't even begin to imagine that Gerard would ever tell anyone what his lair looks like, especially since he had tried so hard make sure it stayed secret. And Gerard was the only one that had ever gone down below.
"I am afraid I haven't found my... quarters yet. In fact, I wasn't even aware that there would be a place for me to stay. Though does sound like someone went through quite the effort to make us feel comfortable here. And no, I would not-and did not-think you would have anything to do with bringing any of us here... though I have no idea who could have brought us here." Then for a moment he thought, 'surely the person or persons who brought us here must have been fairly desecrate if they were able to carry around masked men around Paris'. Though that also still confused him as he knew that there was only one Paris that had one opera house that had a masked man living below it. And on the subject of people who could have brought him here... he just knew it couldn't have been the police or that Comte de Chagny.
Erik then thought a moment about Lenoir's invite to his lair. He was now curious as to what differences and or similarities Lenoir's quarters might have compared to his own domain. Well really, he would be interested to see the similarities and differences between his home any any of the other Eriks homes. Though from what he could tell, he seemed to be quite different from what most- if not all -of the Eriks here looked like. So far he had only heard about Eriks with half masks and completely full and black masks, not like his own. But perhaps he would meet up with someone more like himself, though truth be told, he was kind of enjoying being quite different from the other Eriks he had heard about, the similarities he knew about now were quite good enough for him. Perhaps since he was so different from the other Eriks, there was a good chance that their lairs were also quite different, he slightly hoped so for if they too once had a 'Dreamery' as he did, he would be kind of put off. "I think it would be very interesting to see your quarters." And that was putting it simply.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on May 17, 2012 20:03:03 GMT -5
Erik smiled when Carrière said he would be interested in seeing Erik's place of residence. He did not want to slip up and call it lair as it was popularly called by those ignorant fools who knew nothing of Erik, his intelligence or talent. All they saw was a disfigured monster who lived below the opera house and came up only to prey on people, like some animal, hence the epithet lair. How he hated that word! Perhaps the other Eriks had abodes that were referred to by that name. It was quite unpleasant.
"Come with me, then, I'll show you where they are to be found. Both yours and mine are in the same area. I have only been to see one other Erik's quarters and it is very different from mine." Erik led the way out of the ballroom, down several halls and down another short hall which ended in a strange looking door. It had no way to open it, but was simply two pocket doors, made out of some type of metal. There was a button next to the door and Erik pushed it. It lit up! Then there was the whirring of machinery, a ding, as if of a clock or a bell, and the doors opened mysteriously by themselves.
Erik made a grand gesture for Carrière to enter the small room behind the mysterious doors. He entered after the tall man. The doors closed mysteriously, giving a strange feeling of being closed in. "May I call your attention to these buttons, Monsieur Carrière? These refer to all the different storeys in the mansion. There is a storey for each person named Erik who has come here. New names appear already engraved next to each of these as the persons appear at the mansion. Look...you can see there are many Eriks, Leverne, Lenoir, Lavalais, Destler, Baissé, and one named simply Érik. And there is one named Alexander Arjon. Apparently not an Erik, but must in some way be one of us."
"I should tell you that the others have suites of rooms, but nothing as extensive as ours. Why don't we stop at your suite first and get you settled. Then I will he happy to show you my storey. Is that satisfactory?"
Before the tall masked man had a chance to disagree, Erik pushed the button next to the name Erik Carrière.
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Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on May 20, 2012 0:17:04 GMT -5
Erik was slightly disheartened to be leaving the beautiful ballroom but he knew he would be returning to it sometime later. He was also kept upbeat that he would be finding out the area of where his possible domain may be. Erik didn't exactly enjoy calling his place a lair, though he did consider it that at some points because sometimes he did indeed feel like a trapped animal. He most often called it his domain or home as it sounded more pleasant, as it sometimes was. Though more than once, it was just the dark gloomy vaults in which he must hide within, in the shadow and darkness away from the light and world around him and outside the opera house.
Erik snapped back into reality once they arrived to the double doors. They however had no way to open the doors from what he could see at first, then noticed the button on the side where Lenoir had began to reach. He was intrigued as the events unfolded. He had never seen such an invention, they were nowhere in his Opera house so he of course he wouldn't know anything about them. They had only made the chandelier in his opera house have electrical light bulbs which were placed just days before Gerard was fired and Christine had come to the opera house. Erik wasn't too extremely interested in the self opening doors because he had built himself the same things, but to the entrance to his 'Dreamery'. Erik entered the interesting contraption.
Erik didn't exactly like the feeling of being closed in such a small room but he payed attention as Lenoir began to talk about a set of buttons that were on the side of the door. There were quite a good many names of Eriks that each had its own button. And one named Alexander, as Lenoir had pointed out, which made him curious as to what this person was like. And Erik glanced at Lenoir for a moment when he said 'but must in some way be one of us'. Us. His attention was quickly went back to Lenoir as he began to speak once more. Erik was about to protest when Lenoir said that they were going to stop off first at his storey but it was already to late as he had pushed the button next to his name and the button glowed yellow and the room made a loud ding and the room felt like it had dropped for a moment then felt steady once more as they began to plummet down towards the replica of his domain.
Erik was silent as they continued down. He wasn't exactly eager to show off his own domain, that is if it really looked like it. But perhaps it was fair to see his first then Lenoir's next. Then again... what did he know about fairness? He wasn't too agitated that Lenoir had went ahead and pushed the button, he was actually quite curious to be seeing his domain, or what was labeled as his here. Erik heard the ding go off again, though they hadn't stopped, so he assumed that they were just passing another storey. This went on for quite a bit til finally, the contraption stopped and made one last final ding before the doors opened. For a split second, Erik thought that he was home. What he gazed out at did indeed look exactly like it had, before he left to the manor. The lake was calm, not a single ripple to be seen. Various stage props from previous operas, ballets, and other performances could be seen, set up in place just as he had left it. Erik then shook his head mentally, remembering that he indeed was not truly home, and stepped out onto the ground before him. "Good God..." He mumbled. It really did look like his domain!
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Post by Erik Lenoir on May 20, 2012 18:24:36 GMT -5
Erik smiled at the tall man's surprise. He couldn't see his face, of course, but it was evident by his body language that it was quite a surprise to see his own quarters reproducted here in the mansion. Erik suspected that it was as exact and detailed as had been his own quarters.
"The lake is very beautiful, Carrière," said Erik. "I too, live on a lake." Erik noticed the stage props. "I assume you live under the opera house, as I do? Before you wonder any more, apparently all of the man named Erik have something in common. Some of us have more in common than others. Take for instance you and I. Masks, we live on a lake, under an opera house...I'm sure there's more. I don't understand it myself, but perhaps the two of us can discover something. Pardon me if I talk a lot. I, unfortunately, feel like I am the tour guide for the mansion." Erik laughed. "It is not a job that I chose. It just happened, you see. I seem to be about when people first appear." A reason for Erik's taking the "job" so happily was that he could talk about things in the manor his way and persuade the newcomers to his point of view. Erik liked being in charge very much.
"Please lead on. I am curious to see your abode. It seems to be a very lovely place to live, Carrière. Quite interesting. A bit like my abode, but with some definite differences." Erik was quite fascinated and curious to see the fellow's home and he also wanted people to be on his side should any disputes arise. So, although Erik had always been a solitary fellow, this place sometimes brought out the best in him.
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Post by Erik Carriere on Jun 5, 2012 2:29:34 GMT -5
When Lenoir began to speak, Erik slightly snapped out of his kind of daze of seeing his domain being replicated in every single detail, at least from what he could see here on this side of the lake. "Thank you..." He responded a bit quietly when the other masked man had complimented his lake. He then went on to say that he also lived on a lake. Erik for a moment looked at the dark waters, which also looked just as dark as it did under the opera house, and remembered that depending on the day, for Erik it was either very beautiful or simply just a lagoon that one day would hold his cold dead body in. Erik looked back at Lenoir as he went on.
He went on to inquire that he also lived under the opera house, which he did. Before Erik had the chance to confirm Lenoir's question, he went on speaking about all of the Eriks. It did interest Erik quite a bit how they had such things in common such as wearing masks, living on a like under a opera house... in Paris, France. He still wondered how any of it was possible, he supposed that he would be wondering that for a quite a long time from now. He then listened as Lenoir spoke about him seemingly talking much as he had very much become the tour guide. He seemed to have the luck of meeting up with people about the time they appeared at the manor. He seemed to have the same luck with Erik as he had only came here not to long ago and was only the third person he had met.
"I wonder if I will take up any sort of job here." He chuckled slightly. Indeed, what would be possibly do here if he really did seemingly end up with a sort of job here. Lenoir then had wanted Erik to lead on to see more of his home, and had even said that it seemed to be a very lovely place to live. Which made him feel kind of... actually proud of his domain. Only sometimes, when Erik was under the opera house, did he ever feel that his domain was a lovely place, more often he saw it as a dark place, cage even, to hide his face from the world around him. Which he didn't really have to do that here all that much. Erik did begin to walk on, looking around, sort of observing the details, comparing what he saw with the memories he had of the same details that were in his lair at the opera house. Which, matched up to be quite exact. "What do you have differently in your quarters?" He asked as he continued to walk and look around.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jun 26, 2012 22:05:05 GMT -5
Carrière seemed to have been in a bit of a daze, probably surprised how accurate his lair was. Erk smiled. Carrrière snapped out of it soon enough when Erik spoke.
When Carrière wondered about a job, Erik said, "I am refurbishing the opera house. I have an assistant, but there are many things to be done. I would be willing to take on a partner in planning all of this. After the refurbishing, I will be directing an opera company and various fine productions, ballet, the great composers' works, and the like. My assistant will be doing the advertising. We hope to get the villagers to come. They will be paying customers. And it will give us all a chance for all of us to put our talents to work. May I guess that perhaps you are a composer, singer, musician, teacher? We could use all of that for certain."
Erik hoped that Carrière would not be as stubborn or arrogant as Érik, who had refused to even work with Lenoir on the opera house project; he wanted it all for himself! He was amazed at the audacity of the man!
"In answer to your question about how our homes differ, yes they do, and yet some things are alike. The lake, as I have mentioned, is similar. I haven't seen your home, but if it is a structure, it will be different than mine. I live in the labyrinthian caves beneath the opera house. Or I did. They're in the mansion now. How they could be, I don't know. But it's true, just as true as your home is here. I would love to see it, Carrière...if you would show me..."
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