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[princeofconjurers2]

((Okay, so here is what is going on.

I got really annoyed with the fact that this is a secondary blog. So I made a new account where PrinceOfConjurers is my main blog, so I will now be able to ask questions/like things/ect on PrinceOfConjurers. PLEASE GO FOLLOW THAT BLOG. ITS URL IS WHAT THIS ONE USED TO BE. PrinceOfConjurers.tumblr.com. I still have this one up so I won't lose my previous posts. I'm still working on fixing that blog, but Tumblr is messing up and won't let me log into anything. I'm posting this from my iPod because Tumblr won't let me log in on my computer.))

[princeofconjurers2]

((Important Announcement:

For a short time, you will not be able to access the PrinceOfConjurers blog page. Don't panic (if anyone cares), I'm not deleting. This blog's url will be changed to PrinceOfConjurers2. I will explain more later.))

[thelovelychristine]

Perfect Insanity (M!A) | princeofconjurers

[thelovelychristine]

She blinked in surprise when he said her name. She hadn’t told him that yet. He probably heard it from one of the orderlies. She tried to convince herself, but that didn’t seem likely… At least he’s calmed slightly. She made a note of his delusions quickly on her clipboard before she continued. “I’m afraid you must be confusing me with someone else.” She said gently. It would not be that easy to convince him of it, but she figured a gentle approach was best in these current circumstance. 

She asked for a chair to be brought into the room, wanting to be closer to his level. She wanted to seem authoritative, but not frightening. Besides, it seemed that the man was much too frightened already. “I’m Christine Daae, and I’m your doctor. I don’t sing.” She said. Not anymore, at least. She had given up her music when her father had died and gone into medicine. “And I’m afraid you won’t be able to go back to the opera house for quite some time.” Never was much more likely, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. “I’m only here to help you get better. We don’t know much about you, though. What’s your name?” She crossed her legs, setting her clipboard in her lap. The official form she was filling out barely had anything on it. No name, no medical history… The only thing that they had was “identifying features” being a few visible scars and his face. The orderly that had removed his mask after he was unconscious had decided to let him keep it, but still they knew.

[princeofconjurers2]

What was she saying? Was she trying to convince him that she's not who he thinks she is? He could never confuse her with someone else! "I know who you are, Christine." He told her, a little annoyed at this game she was playing. He didn't understand why she was doing this! He has never known Christine to be a cruel woman. Quite the contrary, in fact. She was the nicest person in the world! All that she has done to him was done out of fear, not malice.

"And you know perfectly well who I am. I am Erik, Christine. I'm your Angel of Music!" He told her. "Please, stop playing this silly game. I'm terribly confused already. I don't understand why you're doing this to me..." He said, looking up at her with hurt, confused eyes, feeling betrayed that she would lie to him like this. "It's the boy, isn't it? He's making you do this! He's always hated me. Oh, I should've strangled him when I had the chance!" There were so many times he could've killed Raoul, and so many different ways to do it. He's imagined it a hundred times before, but he never acted on it. How could he when it would hurt Christine so much? Christine was the only reason that boy was still breathing right now! "You're not a doctor, Christine. You're a singer! And you have the most beautiful voice in the world. I should know, I taught you!" He didn't want to live in a world where she doesn't sing. Take her music away from him and he has absolutely nothing! No reason or will to live in this world. It'd be better if they just killed him instead of keeping him locked up in this cell!

[thelovelychristine]

He, the Unseen Genius | princeofconjurers

Christine had only been at the Opera for a few weeks now, and yet her ears had already been filled with tales of the Opera Ghost, though every tale was different. In truth, she tried to ignore these tales. There was many other things on her mind… Her father’s death was still a fresh wound, and it was so difficult to adjust to life here. She had difficulty making any friends, and felt so very alone.

Still, at times when she was all alone, she felt as if she was being watched. The rest of the girls had cleared out after rehearsal, but Christine lingered, wanting to be alone to her thoughts. As she stood, she swore she could feel the temperature drop a few degrees. She rubbed her exposed arms, feeling cold. She felt eyes on her but as she looked around the empty rehearsal room, she saw nothing. Perhaps it was just her being paranoid. “…Hello?” She called quietly.

[princeofconjurers2]

Erik, the ‘Phantom of the Opera’, had been haunting this place for years. Ever since he died here ten years ago, rejected by the human race and without a single soul to care about his passing. He wasn’t bad enough for hell, for he had been forced into this life and never wanted to do the things he did, but he was not good enough for heaven, either. Having no place to belong, not being accepted by either place in the afterlife, his soul became trapped here in his final resting place; the Paris Opera house.

It wasn’t such a bad… Unlife, actually. The place was beautiful – he helped design it, himself, when he was still alive – and he had – mostly – beautiful music to listen to. All in all, not such a bad place to get stuck in. And, lately, even more so. A beautiful young girl just started working here, and she has the most beautiful voice he’s ever heard. Lately, she was all that filled the ghost’s mind. He would follow her sometimes, during the day, never being seen. Ghosts can do that, you see. They can choose when and where they appear, and to whom they appear to.

And that was exactly what Erik had been doing – following his beautiful young soprano – when he heard her say something. But, the thing was; there was no one else in the room. Just her, and him, but he could not be seen. Was she talking to him? Could she somehow sense his presence? He had never before met anyone who could sense him without him appearing to them of his own accord. He waited, but no response came from anyone. She must be talking to him! “… Hello, Christine.” He responded, still not appearing to her but letting his voice be heard, soaring closer to her now.

[littledarlingoftheopera-deactiv]

Help with Bullies | princeofconjurers

[littledarlingoftheopera-deactiv]

She winced, biting her lip when the antiseptic was poured over her wound. She knew it would make it better, but why did it have to hurt so much? After she was all bandaged and healing, she looked at him with a concerned expression. She knew nothing she could do would stop him; when her Papa got an idea into his head, it was nearly impossible to get it out. But she didn’t like seeing him so upset, and she almost felt that it was her fault. If she hadn’t gotten hurt, he wouldn’t be upset… It would have just been a normal day and he’d have been happy.

When he stood, she grabbed his arm, trying to pull him down next to her on the couch. When he obeyed, she crawled onto his lap, nearly curling up into a ball. She closed her eyes and her breathing evened out. “I love you, Papa…” She said quietly, before looking up. “Stay with me a while? I don’t wanna be alone…”

[princeofconjurers2]

After sterilizing her scrape and patching it up, Erik got up but felt Abby pulling on his arm, attempting to get him to the couch with her. He allowed her to pull him along, following her to the sofa and sitting when she wanted. He felt his baby crawl into his lap and curl up in his arms. He wrapped his arms gently but firmly around her small, fragile body. He closed his eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of his daughter’s breaths, letting it relax him and gaining better control over himself. She was always good at calming him down. It was very difficult to stay mad around her, even if he wasn’t mad at her.

Erik nodded when she asked him to stay with her. He can stay here for a while; his baby needed him. “Of course, my little Angel; whatever you need.” He gently ran his hand through her hair. How could they do this to his poor, innocent child? “I am so very sorry for what happened to you, Abby. I should’ve made sure no one saw us…” It’s all his fault. How could he let this happen?! “Don’t ever let those kids be mean to you, alright? If anyone ever does anything to harm you, tell me. I will make sure that thought never crosses their mind again. Just because you are my child does not mean they can treat you like they did me.”

[explorerofdreamworlds-deactivat]

Meet the Phantom | princeofconjurers

Astrid blinked, still not used to the feeling of “waking up” in another world… She leaned against the stone wall, trying to figure out where she was. Looking down at herself, she was surprised to find that she was wearing an elaborate cream dress, with her piercings gone and her hair up in a bun. It wasn’t personally her style, but it helped her blend in with the world, it was alright.

Looking around, she saw a large red curtain, and all around girls and boys in costumes were rushing about. Peering through the gap in the curtain next to the wall, she could see a whole lot of people in seats. It was then that she knew that she was in a theater of sorts, sometime during the Victorian era. She liked that, but she wasn’t exactly a people person and tried to back away. She got further away from everyone, the crowd and the performer, but not without bumping into someone behind her.

“Oh, sorry!” She exclaimed, rapidly turning around to face whoever she had run into. Her eyes widened as she saw it was a tall man, more than a foot taller than her, wearing a mask that covered his face. She certainly didn’t think he was a performer, and he had a dark sort of aura coming of of him.

[princeofconjurers2]

Erik had been watching the show in his normal seat in Box 5, but he had to get away from there. That woman, Carlotta, the new manager’s wife, couldn’t sing! Why did people even come here tonight? They’ll probably want their money back! He certainly would, if he paid to go to these things. But, fortunately, he doesn’t have to pay. Unfortunately, the new manager had sold his box and he had to scare the people out by talking through the walls to have the place to himself. Why couldn’t he just agree to his demands? Why couldn’t Gerard pick his own successor, one that would obey him as Gerard had?

He left his box and walked through the almost empty corridors of the Opera house, wanting to get back down to the cellars and try to drown out the horrendous noise. As he was walking, a woman had bumped into him. Strange, why would someone be out here while the performance was going on? Maybe she had good taste in music and could tell that this was not good music. He glanced around, hearing footsteps that weren’t either of theirs. Before she could do anything he placed a hand over her mouth and placed his index finger over his own to tell her to be quiet, both of them already being mostly covered in the shadows. He really did not want to be spotted by anyone else tonight.

He removed his hand from her mouth after they passed. “I apologize for that, I did not wish to be seen…” He explained, glancing at her quickly. It appears he had no choice about that, as she has seen him. “You should get back to the performance; I’ve heard wonderful things about La Carlotta.” He said, sarcasm coating his voice on the last statement. Despite his own distaste for the woman, he didn’t want his Opera house losing money because of their poor casting choice. He still wanted his theatre to succeed. “It would be best if you’d forget you ever saw me.”

[themastermasonsdaughter-old-blog]

The Invader | Luciana & Erik || CLOSED

[themastermasonsdaughter-old-blog]

Luciana gazed the stranger with curious eyes. Who was he? And, far more important, why was he wearing this mask? There was something about him that immediately caught her interest. She had never seen any boy like him. He reminded her of the fascinating protagonists from the books she read. So mysterious, so interesting. Oh, she had so many questions and she really wanted to get to know him better. But instead to start a conservation he simply walked away.

A little sigh left her lips after her turned around and walked away. He’d paid hardly any attention to her! He didn’t even touch her. But every decent young man should know how to greet a pretty young lady properly. Even the nuns knew that, even though they didn’t like to see that. She really felt a little bit offended. Luciana wasn’t used to such a reaction. Yes, she knew shy silence as well as charming compliments. But to be nearly ignored? No one ever dared to treat her like that.

„Who is he?“ she wanted to know and looked to her father. He didn’t seem very happy about the whole situation. Instead of looking at her, his long missed daughter, he followed this boy with his eyes. They were full of worry. “His name is Erik. He’s my student. He will live with us.” He explained to her but his thoughts seemed to be somewhere else. Slowly all the joy about her return faded from Luciana. First her father’s strange behavior when he welcomed her, then Erik’s rejection (and his behavior was nothing less to her) and finally this look in her father’s eyes. She didn’t feel like the long missed child anymore, but like an invader. Why had her father invited this boy into his home when he refused her to come back at the same time? But at the same time she felt a strange thrill knowing that Erik would stay. Maybe she could reveal the mystery about him . So he would stay … maybe she should try to get to know him a little bit better. “Papa, don’t you think it’s quite appropriate to help the carter with my baggage? The poor man must be very tired after the long journey.” Luciana put on a sympathetic expression. Finally her father looked again at her, nodded slowly and then walked away. For a moment Luciana’s gaze followed him but as soon as she knew her father was busy she hurried after Erik. Soon she caught up with him.

“You left so quickly.” She said and smiled her loveliest smile. Even though he had hurt her with his previous behavior she had decided to be nice for once. “I had no time to introduce myself.” She looked curious at him “We will share the same house, don’t you think we should become acquainted with each other?”she offered him a second chance, which was – in her eyes – very nice of her. “You called me ‘mademoiselle’ … so your’re from France?”

[princeofconjurers2]

Erik walked off, just wanting to be alone in his cellar and process everything. Giovanni didn’t tell him about her. It would’ve been nice to have some warning. Maybe then he could’ve left them alone before it was too late. Master didn’t seem to want him to leave, though. At least, he hasn’t said anything about it. He would give him some time before he kicked him out, right? Erik froze when he heard Luciana following him, and the sound of her voice. Why did she have to follow him? Couldn’t she leave him alone?

His pause only lasted for a few seconds before he continued walking, keeping the same pace as before and not even turning to look at her. She was trying to keep up with his pace, attempting to match his long strides, but his legs were longer and he was faster. Oh god, he was going to have to see her every day now, if Giovanni lets him stay. Will he be able to do this every day? Do his best to ignore her? He can’t let himself fall for her pretty looks, for she won’t want anything to do with him if she ever sees his face… Once the mystery is solved, he’ll be no better than an animal in her eyes, like he is to everyone else. Just because her father didn’t care about the mask, and was kind enough not to ask doesn’t mean he can expect the same from her…

Nonetheless, he’s going to be living in the same house as her for at least a little while – he doesn’t know how long she’s going to stay, or how long he’ll stay – he couldn’t ignore her forever. “Yes, I am from France. But only when I was a young child.” He replied, his voice sounding formal and distant. He really did not wish to talk about this. He did not wish to talk about anything. He wanted to be left alone. To hide away in his dark cellar like a wounded puppy dog.

[princeofconjurers2]

Do re mi fa sol, fa re, fa mi. Take a breath on one, and after three. Do re mi fa sol, fa re, fa mi. Breathing first on one, then after three. Breathing in the air, and ebb and flow. Breathing, taking care, fa re mi do. Breathing in the air from deep below, Ready for the run from do to do.

You Are Music from Yeston and Kopit's musical 'Phantom'

[princeofconjurers2]

Do you have the soundtrack for Y/K? I've been trying to find it for such a long time!

((No, I really wish I did though! But there's this free site that easily and quickly changes Youtube videos into mp3 files so I can get pretty much any song I want on my iPod as long as I can find it on Youtube. It only works for a short time on the computer, but it works great on iPods as long as you get it on quickly enough. That's how I get Yeston and Kopit songs...))

[princeofconjurers2]

Just a question; why do you use the same theme for all your RP blogs?

((I'm used to this one, I like it and it saves me the inconvenience of figuring out a new theme each time. I'm not really good with themes, like at all. So I'm basically being lazy xD))

[princeofconjurers2]

Paris is a tomb. Paris is a room with four walls and no light. Paris is the night.

Erik, 'Paris is a Tomb' from Yeston and Kopit's musical 'Phantom'

[princeofconjurers2]

((Is really giddy about my first M!A hehehe.

What? I'm kind of still a newish Tumblr RPer... I would love to have more! Remember, you can always send me M!As(: ))

[thelovelychristine]

Perfect Insanity (M!A) | princeofconjurers

(Figured you’d be okay with me starting a new thread for this haha! I think it’d be cool to have Christine be his doctor… Very AU and most likely modern since there were few if any women doctors.)

Christine sighed as she looked through the one way mirror. He was the newest patient, and by far the most violent the hospital had seen in a long time. He had terrorized an opera house for years, until they had finally caught him after the death of a singer there, Carlotta or something…

She took a deep breath as she prepared to enter the room. She assured herself that he couldn’t hurt her, that he was sufficiently restrained before she continued on. He was her first real patient at the hospital; She had assisted on many cases before, but this one was all hers.

She stood in front of the struggling man, holding her head high and attempting to be authoritative, though she guessed the way she was clutching her clipboard to her chest said otherwise. “Please, calm down. I only wish to talk…” That didn’t work, so she added an extra threat. “If you don’t, we may have to sedate you. I don’t want you harming yourself…”

[princeofconjurers2]

Erik was too busy trying to get out of his restraints to notice someone walking into his cell. He vaguely heard someone talking, but didn't pay much attention when he heard their words. He didn't want to talk, he wanted out! But he froze at the next statement. He certainly didn't want to be sedated! Who knows what they could do to him in while he was in a drugged stupor, hardly even aware of their presence! Only after he got himself sufficiently calm did he realize that he knew that voice. His doctor, for that has to be who she is, was a woman. A woman that he knew! Christine?

He looked up and saw her, his Christine. She must be here to save him! "Christine! What am I doing here? What's going on...? Please! You need to get me out of these restraints! We... We need to get back to the Opera house. You're supposed to sing tonight, remember? We need... to get back." He was still so disoriented, he couldn't think straight. It was hard to focus, to get his jumbled mind to string sentences together properly. But he had to have gotten his message across. Surely she would understand that he wanted to go home! These lights were too bright for his eyes, the restraints were hurting his arms and he felt terribly trapped in this padded room. Luckily, he noted, he was still wearing his mask. "Please, Christine... My Angel... Let me out." He whimpered, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes, hoping to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

[princeofconjurers2]

M!A: Perfect Insanity

The first thing Erik noticed when he woke up was something restraining his arms. He tried to move them, but they refused to budge. He open his eyes hesitantly, and saw that he was in an all white, padded room. He squinted, the light too bright for his eyes that were so used to the dark cellars of the Opera. He was able to get himself sitting up, and he began to panic when everything started to sink in. What's going on? How did he get here? Where was he?! Well, he knew where he was. He was in an insane asylum. But which one, and how? Who brought him here? Erik felt utterly trapped, his mind flashing back to when he was locked in a cage as a child, and his mind automatically went into panic mode. He began to struggle against his restraints, tried everything he could to get his arms free, until his arms were in too much pain and he was sure he'd yank his arms out of socket if he tried anymore. "Hello?" He called out, "Is anyone there? Let me out!!" He yelled, hoping someone would hear and help, despite a part of his mind telling him that no one would want to help him...

((You guys are evil [jk I love you anons :p]. Poor Erik xD. This won't effect my other threads. Anyone want to visit poor Erik in the insane asylum?))

[princeofconjurers2]

Not so nice M!A list

Down with the Sickness: Muse has a special type of sickness, leaving them horribly ill and unable to care for themselves (Anon specifies symptoms). Last for 2 days.

Left for Dead: Muse has been kidnapped, beaten, and left for dead in the streets until someone finds them.

Lake of Fire: All liquid for your muse now suddenly burns if they try to drink anything. Lasts for 1 day.

The Animal Inside: Muse suddenly becomes a ______ (Anon specifies animal). Lasts for 12 hours.

Hungry Like the Wolf: Muse is starving, no matter what or how much they eat. Lasts 10 hours.

I Feel Like a Monster: Muse is sure they've done something horribly wrong, and refuses to believe otherwise. Lasts 5 hours.

So Cold: Muse is suddenly freezing, with no obvious cause--they're so shivery they can barely move! Lasts 10 hours.

Lights Out: Muse is blind. Lasts 12 hours.

Silence is Golden: Muse is deaf. Lasts 12 hours.

Just Dumb: Muse has lost their voice. Lasts 12 hours.

Perfect Insanity: Muse has been put into an asylum, with a straight jacket and a padded cell. Lasts 24 hours.

On My Own: Muse is lost, and will wander around _______ (Anon specifies place) until someone finds them and brings them home.

Walk Away From the Sun: Muse is "allergic" to sunlight--even a small exposure to it burns their skin. Lasts 24 hours.

Bloodletting: Muse is a vampire. Lasts 2 days.

Fear in Your Eyes: Muse is deathly afraid of _______ (Anon specifies fear). Lasts 12 hours.

Say You'll Haunt Me: Muse is a ghost, whom can only be seen if they want to be. Lasts 24 hours.

Last Resort: Muse is depressed and/or suicidal. Lasts 24 hours.

Broken: Muse is convinced they've lost someone/something dear to them, and are completely brokenhearted over it. Lasts 12 hours.

[princeofconjurers2]

((So, since I got a few likes and I was bored, I decided to do it.

Follow my Raoul blog at theVicomtePatron.tumblr.com. I'm really not sure how well I'll do at RPing him, I think I'm better at Erik, but I thought I'd give it a try!

By the way, the icon is John Barrowman because he's amazing and I just found out that he played Raoul and I'm really happy.))

[princeofconjurers2]

((I'm thinking about making a Raoul RP blog. Should I? What do you guys think?))