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[asoutcastshear]

[Erik woke that morning and ran a hand over his face. He was happy to discover that it was masculine, because his adventures as a woman were not funny. At all. Still, there was a problem. He ran a hand across his face and were there was once uneven and horribly scarred skin, it was...smooth. Had...had he been healed?

He leaped from the bed, nearly tripping since his legs were tangled in the sheets, so he could see himself in the mirror. But when he looks, the face looking back is not his own.

He stands there, for a solid hour, staring at Raoul's reflection. The comm clicks on finally. Text all the way bb.]

I tire of the Captain's tricks.


((OOC: I'll be responding with phantomvicomte))

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:c /hugs Erik

[sodeepitsreal.livejournal.com]

[He'd keep going if he could, but the pieces will only get so small. Ah well, the damage is done.]

Should I leave these at your door, or shall I just throw them overboard?

/also hugs Erik

[phantomvicomte.livejournal.com]

[He'll throw YOU overboard.]

Do what you will. It does not matter to me.

[It does. Can you hear the LIES?]

[sodeepitsreal.livejournal.com]

As you wish.

[Sloooowly opening the window. Just in case he changes his mind. So Raoul can do it anyway.]

[phantomvicomte.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't matter, Raoul. Erik's ending his part of the transmission. But it's on. It's on like 19th century Donkey Kong.]

[sodeepitsreal.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow. That's pretty on. Raoul's looking forward to it.]