Raoul de Chagny
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, she is lost. But I shall save her.
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on May 29, 2012 21:36:58 GMT -5
“What I would like to know…is the purpose of whoever brought us here. He would have to pay for these supplies to sustain us, which is an extra cost to him—I don’t understand why he would do that. How does our being here benefit our captor?” Raoul was convinced that someone must have planned this, but who? And why? None of it made the slightest bit of sense. He did not even remember how he had gotten here, and apparently no one else did either. Also there seemed to be a discrepancy between his memory and Christine’s. He had abandoned the task of trying to explain to her that he had never left Erik’s chamber, as she was convinced otherwise.
He said nothing as Edouard explained what William Leverich looked like. He was certainly not Erik…but if he lived here then he could tell them how they had gotten there, couldn’t he? But if he was the owner…did that mean he had a hand in this plot? “No, I haven’t…is it possible that I might speak with him? If he has lived here for a long time, then maybe he could shed some light on where exactly we are and how we came to be here.”
“How could we have been taken from France to England? And at different times? Who could have done this?” he wondered aloud.
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on May 31, 2012 22:56:57 GMT -5
"William Leverich? I am sure he would speak with you, Monsieur Raoul, but I don't know where to find him. I don't know if he is the owner, his answers were a big vague. I know that he knows something about our captivity, but where to find him? And how to make him give a straight answer....I don't know."
"As for who sustains us with the food and has provided dormitory suites for each of us, rather personalized, i must say.. and who would wish to hold us captive, I can't imagine. And as for coming here...you don't remember? I do. It was quite frightening..."
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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 4, 2012 18:06:23 GMT -5
Christine nodded when her fiancé said that he was wondering how the supplies arrived here. “I have been wondering the same thing,” she said. She knew that Érik seemed to have a great deal of money at his disposal, but she could not for the life of her figure out where it had all come from. He seemed to be in rather good touch with 'his banker' as he had often told her he was going to go visit, but she did not know who this banker was.
Christine knew the answer to her betrothed's question about who could have brought them here, and she had told him as much, but she suspected that he was doing his best to keep the act up for the sake of the third party in the room with them. After all, Érik did not need to catch wind that she knew what was going on here.
She listened as Monsieur Edouard spoke of this William Leverich figure. The mane didn't seem familiar at all. Honestly, he was probably a local who had managed to wander into this place. His answers were vague because he did not really know of what was going on, likely, and he most certainly was not the owner, unless Érik had purchased this place from him. Either way, he could not have known much. The good news though was that if someone had managed to wander into this place, there must be a way out as well.
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Raoul de Chagny
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, she is lost. But I shall save her.
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Jun 7, 2012 13:31:18 GMT -5
Raoul frowned when Edouard said that he didn’t know where to find William Leverich. “If he knows something…then he could be the key to our getting answers.” If he was truly the owner and if he was so kindly disposed toward guests, then perhaps he could tell them how to get out of here. But if he was working with Erik…it was worth the risk, if it meant leaving this place. He had promised that they would leave, and that he would not let Erik kidnap Christine again.
He shook his head. “I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I remember was almost drowning…” he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. Erik had flooded the cellars—probably to kill him as well as wash away the gunpowder—and he had tried to stay afloat so that he could rescue Christine. But she seemed to think that he had dreamt it, and that Erik had freed the both of them. He knew that he hadn’t freed him, or else he would have remembered. He had not brought the subject up again because he knew that it would simply cause a row, and he hated it when they argued.
Still, his almost drowning in the cellars of the Garnier in Paris didn’t explain why he was in a pool in England. Not even Erik could have transported him that quick. And why would he? Why didn’t he just let him die? None of this made any sense in the least. “How was it that you arrived here, monsieur?”
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Jun 9, 2012 23:20:44 GMT -5
Edouard blinked when Raoul said that William Leverich may be the key to them finding a way out of the mansion. "Yes, plerhaps," he said. "I never thought to ask him if he was working with anyone. You think it is the fellow you know who is keepiing us here? I don't know. I have no idea why he would, for example, keep Christine or me here...that wouldn't make any sense."
Then the young Comte described his coming here to the mansion, as first of all, he had been in a pool of water drowning. Then he had appeared in a pool here in the mansion, still drowning. "How could that have happened, Monsieur? How did you stay alive? How did you get out of the pool? Where is this pool? I should like to see it myself."
"And how did I arrive? Perhaps not so spectacularly as you did, but I must say that it was quite a shock. I had arrived the night before in New York with my wife and young son. Christine was scheduled to sing, as soon as I made the arrangements. We retired that night to our hotel. It was a lovely place, new and clean. Quite comfortable. Then Christine and I went to bed. We each had our own room. I had a hard time sleeping and I went to check on Christine and Gustave to see if they were all right. They were fine, each in their own bed, sleeping. I closed the door and went back to bed.
I finally fell asleep near morning. I awoke, realizing this was the day I must make arrangements for Christine to sing. I arose and did my ablutions for the day. I then went to knock on Christine's door to see if she were ready. I became confused for there was only a wall where the door to her room had been. Then I became frantic, and I ran out from my door. I stopped suddenly when I found only a dusty corridor outside of the door."
"In panic, I went back into the room and found it had aged perhaps a hundred years! I was astounded. Everything was covered in dust, the carpets and curtains were torn and shredded and the furniture was in bad repair. I left the room and wandered the mansion for some time before I found the kitchen and dining room and later, my suite. It was all very frightening."
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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 18, 2012 12:34:29 GMT -5
((gaaaah! She really doesn't have much to do XD ))
“It is a possibility, Monsieur,” Christine said when Edouard asked if this Leverich figure could be possibly working with Érik. “Or it's also possible that he is working with him without knowing that he is. It's hard to say, really...”
Christine glanced around the library and found an unoccupied chair. There was no point in standing if she was going to be staying and chatting. She sat, then smiled at her betrothed, then returned her attentions to the older man, listening to his story about how he had come to be in this place supposedly. She had heard the story once before, when they had first met on the balcony, but it was rude to ignore when someone was speaking. Besides, she had always liked stories, so she really didn't mind hearing it again.
Naturally, his story matched that of his wife (or the woman pretending to be his wife. Christine wasn't sure which it was any more). It was very peculiar this whole thing. Very peculiar indeed...
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Raoul de Chagny
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, she is lost. But I shall save her.
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Jun 18, 2012 23:02:56 GMT -5
“I don’t know…honestly it doesn’t make sense for—Erik—to want me here either. He wanted me dead. In fact he tried to kill me. It makes sense for him to want to kidnap Christine but why me as well? Would it not be simply easier to kill me?” Unless that had been the plan from the start and Lenoir had foiled it. But how had he transported him here? And why did he transport him here in the first place if he was already well into the process of killing him?
“I don’t know, Monsieur Edouard. What I do know is that Monsieur Lenoir pulled me out of the water before I could drown, and for that I am very grateful…” He was quite grateful—had he died he never would have seen Christine again. The young man thought for a few moments before answering the other man’s question. “It’s on the lower level—farther away from the dormitories and the kitchen. I’m not sure exactly where, you’ll have to forgive me, I’m still getting used to where everything is.”
He listened intently to the older man’s story, staying quiet for the duration of it. It seemed that he had been asleep when he had gotten here. He was beginning to see a pattern. He had been unconscious, and both Edouard and Christine had been taken there while they were asleep. Was someone drugging them?
“That’s quite a journey, monsieur. Have you found your wife and child?” He thought he knew the answer to that question after reading Christine’s letters, but he was being polite and asking anyway all the same. He saw no harm in taking an interest in the man's family's well-being.
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Jun 24, 2012 17:52:12 GMT -5
"And what would the man you know as Érik know about my family? Why would he want us? And why on earth would he want Lenoir?" He still couldn't understand why Lenoir had saved the lives of these two people. It was incomprehensible. Had he not tried to kill Edouard and Emilie? It made no sense, unless of course Lenoir was deranged. He had thought so before when Emilie had been kidnapped and now it was only confirmed. Who knew what the man would do? Perhaps he really was working with Érik and had saved their lives for greater horrors...
"I shall have to see this pool for myself. It is a swimming pool, you say? In a bathhouse? I will look it over at some point. You have made me curious."
"As to my wife and child, there is good news that Christine has arrived. However, she and I both mourn the fact that our 10 year old son, Gustave, has not arrived yet. I sincerely hope that he is well and taken care of wherever he is. I hope he is not afraid to be away from us."
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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 28, 2012 15:49:36 GMT -5
Christine listened quietly as the men continued to speak. It was still quite irritating that Raoul did not seem to believe her theory entirely, although she had yet to figure out an explanation for how Raoul had come to be there, and for his strange lapses in memory, so she could not really blame him too much for being a bit skeptical. It really was not her pace to interrupt their conversation in any way, but she was beginning to feel a bit left out...
“Yes, I have been keeping my eye out for the boy you described, Monsieur. Regrettably though, I have not seen anyone by your son's description here. I do hope that you are able to find him soon. The poor child must be so frightened...”
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Raoul de Chagny
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, she is lost. But I shall save her.
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Jun 29, 2012 17:35:42 GMT -5
“I wouldn’t know, monsieur…I don’t attempt to understand that lunatic’s mind. His motives are a mystery…” Raoul replied with a shrug. “None of this seems to make the slightest bit of sense…” Why would Erik bring any of them here? Couldn’t he have simply dealt with them in Paris? He had been on his way to ending his life, and then all of the sudden the Comte ended up here.
“Yes. It’s on the other side of the manor…I do know where to find it.” He remembered the way from his room to the bathhouse. “I wouldn’t advise swimming in it, monsieur. Monsieur Lenoir led me to believe that there was something in there…I’m not sure how truthful he’s being, but he did look rather worn out after rescuing me. His warning might not be unfounded.”
He frowned sympathetically when the man explained that he had not found his son yet. Apparently Christine had not seen him around the manor either. “Monsieur, what does your son look like? Perhaps I could help…”
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Jul 7, 2012 6:17:44 GMT -5
"It seems we both know a man named Erik whom we consider a lunatic," said Edouard dryly. "I would however, be interested in seeing the pool. Perhaps you will accompany me, I wish to see the place and hear exactly what happened to you. Interesting that you say there may be something in there...or that Lenoir would tell you that. Perhaps it is all a lie...perhaps he was behind your almost drowning...I don't know. Perhaps someone here has an answer."
De Chagny asked about Gustave....what did he look like? "Gustave is about four and a half feet tall, dark hair and eyes...resembles his mother very much ... except for his dark eyes. Both of us are blue-eyed. Seems odd that he would have such dark eyes. Must be a throw back to some ancestor of one of us. He has quite the engaging personality for a boy of 10 years old, if I do say so myself. He is quite musical like his mother, seems to have a natural feel for music. My musical skills are quite elementary. Gustave takes after his mother in that way, too."
Edouard paused a moment. "I am very proud of the boy, though. He is generally well behaved and a good student. He will be an asset to the de Chagny name. " He smiled at the irony of them both bearing the same name and not being related. "Well, my side of the family, in any case..." he said, smiling.
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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 18, 2012 9:01:14 GMT -5
Christine rested her head on her fiancé's arm and listened silently as the two men continued having their conversation. It didn't seem right, the two of them discussing Érik as they were, but she did not say anything. She knew that it only would upset everyone involved: both Raoul and Érik, and quite likely herself as well, and it was for this reason only that she kept her words to herself.
She couldn't help but to feel her stomach flutter a little though when Raoul mentioned the pool where he had nearly drowned, and Edouard mentioned that he should like to see the place for himself. If Raoul had nearly died there once for some unknown reason, then Christine most certainly did not want him going back there where there was the possibility that it could happen again. She contemplated stating as much, but thus far Raoul had not mentioned returning there. If he did, then she would make certain to voice her concerns to him.
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Raoul de Chagny
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, she is lost. But I shall save her.
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Jul 25, 2012 11:30:26 GMT -5
“Unfortunately that is how it seems, yes.” Raoul answered with a nod. “I don’t know if it is such a good idea to return to this pool, monsieur—there was evidently something dangerous there, otherwise I wouldn’t have been unconscious and in need of assistance.” he stated, shifting his feet. It had been a bit embarrassing to require being rescued, but he was grateful, there was no doubt of that.
“If he was behind it, I think he would have been successful, monsieur. I didn’t wake up until I was lifted out of the pool. If you insist, I suppose I could show you the pool…but I don’t advise you to swim in it. There is something dangerous in that water.” He wasn’t keen on going back in. He believed Lenoir—he didn’t know what it was that might have killed him but he certainly didn’t want to find out.
He listened to the man’s description of his son and nodded. “I will let you know if I see anyone who fits that description, monsieur.” He smiled slightly when the man spoke of how proud he was of the boy. It made him think of the day when he and Christine would have children. He hoped that he would be a good father. He was certain that he would be proud of their children, but would they be proud of him?
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Jul 25, 2012 18:02:46 GMT -5
"Well, then, I shall withdraw my suggestion that we go to look at the pool straightaway, although I must say my curiosity is unsated. I expect I shall take a look there sometime when I'm walking near. I shall take a look for myself. And I shall heed your admonition that there may be something in the water. And if there is nothing, I shall surely have it out with Lenoir for telling you such stories."
"I don't expect to swim there until I am completely convinced that there is nothing there in the pool. If there is nothing, perhaps..." here Edouard became a bit sad, "perhaps if or when Gustave comes to the mansion, I should like to take him there to swim. Nothing better for a youngster than an invigorating swim. I am sure he would have a bit of fun too..." Edouard did not doubt the younger de Chagny's word at all, but considering that he had been unconscious and it was really only Lenoir who said there was something in the pool...he knew the man could be a liar. Why would he lie? Who could know the mind of someone who was at least slightly insane?
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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 25, 2012 23:20:10 GMT -5
((Gustave is hydrophobic, so good luck XDD ))
Christine couldn't help but to be a bit worried about this pool which the two men had been discussing. Raoul said that there was danger there, and she believed him, and didn't exactly think it wise that he go back there if it had nearly claimed his life once already. It was not a fear she wished to have to face again – the thought of him being lost to her forever...
“Dear? Perhaps it would be best to just leave it be. If it is dangerous and you nearly drowned there once, I would certainly prefer it if you did not nearly drown a second time. You know very well that he keeps strange and terrifying things in the water, with the Siren he has told me about in the lake. What if it is something similar? You remember what happened to Philippe when he told the Siren to open the door...” She looked at him, eyes wild with fear. Perhaps this wasn't the best topic to discuss with a third party present, but it was an important one which should not be evaded...
And then, pressing her lips together and knitting her brow a bit, trying to restrain as much emotion as she possibly could, she turned to the older man – this Edouard – and continued to speak. “And if it is dangerous, then I would not suggest taking your son there. I trust my fiancé and he would not say that the place were dangerous if it were not.”
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