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Post by Maestro on Feb 11, 2008 20:02:09 GMT -5
Iseabail started slightly when Zizzy shocked her. Smiling nonetheless, she said, "Thank ye," in response to the comment about her accent and "Och, dinna fash yerself, lass; I'm all righ," to the apology.
Laughing at Julien, she told him, "Aye, well, at least ye don't look like ye're a millenia old." Turning back to Zizzy, she grinned wryly, "Aye, he's right abou' the rehearsals, though; ye should come see a performance sometime."
She paused, thinking for a moment. When had she last wandered around the Opera House, just to look at it? Goodness, it had been at least five years; it was high time she took a break. "Weel, if ye dinna mind," she began, smiling. "It's been a time since I've just looked at this building," she told the others, feeling a need to explain herself. Even though she lived in the building, she rarely had time to just wander through its halls, enjoying the beauty around her.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 12, 2008 0:52:27 GMT -5
"A tour!" Julien grinned. "Ah, what a brilliant idea. Ze director just 'ad what appears to be a spontaneous asthma attack brought on by random nervous shock-" Julien swinging down behind him out of nowhere and saying 'boo' didn't have anything to do with it "-so, let us go!"
Julien tugged them around the opera house with an enthusiasm that outdid even the most die-hard, obsessive Disney Land tour-guide, pointing out everything he thought was interesting, and glossing over everything that, in his opinion, wasn't. Eventually he led them into the foyer and took a bow. "And zat concludes your tour of ze opera 'ouse! Any questions?" He beamed at Zizzy, clearly expecting her to be just as pleased with the opera house as he was.
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Post by Jules on Feb 12, 2008 1:04:22 GMT -5
Zizzy was a little flabbergasted. She'd never seen something quite so lovely. It was enough to keep her silent, for a little while at least. Catching Julien's large smile, she couldn't help but smile back.
"It's amazing." And felt as though amazing somehow missed the mark. But it was all the more impressive to Zizzy, being put into comparison with her slummy little neighbourhood. She was never going to show him her haunts. He'd be disgusted.
"Thank you Julien." She had really enjoyed his...enthusiastic manner of presenting the place. For the majority of the tour, she'd stuck by Armand's side, slightly afraid of getting lost in the large place or being left behind.
"I've never been anywhere so fancy." And then blushed a little, because she realized that probably all of them had and would see this as incredibly backwards.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 12, 2008 1:11:55 GMT -5
Zizzy's humble awe of the Opera di Incubi was infectous. Sometimes you forgot how truly lovely something was until someone else reminded you. And no one spiced it up quite like Julien could.
"It is pretty amazing," he muttered, looking around the foyer appreciatively. "My father and Alexander don't get it," he added with annoyance. He glanced at Zizzy and smiled. "Thanks for coming, by the way."
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Post by Maestro on Feb 12, 2008 1:31:26 GMT -5
"Aye, I needed this," she murmured, extremely happy that she had gone along. "I love this place," she breathed, looking around the building. "Miguel did good job with the repairs, did he no?" Though some of them were small, several major things had been fixed by the Spanish architect over the years.
In response to Armand's comment about his father and brother, Iseabail just smiled. "Weel, they just dinna understand a miracle when they see one," she murmured, feeling as though Armand was saying that there was more than just the Opera House they didn't get.
Looking around again, Iseabail turned to Zizzy, smiling. "Ye should come back more often," she told the other Nightmare girl. "And since Julien knnows ye now, he will probably no be as likely to try to throw ye out," she winked, her tone clearly joking.
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Post by Jules on Feb 12, 2008 2:00:43 GMT -5
Zizzy didn't know about Miracle. The place was nice, but it was quite obvious people had worked on it, not that it'd suddenly popped out of thin air. "Ya, your brother didn't seem the type to appreciate fine art." Nor did she, really, but no one could honestly deny the beauty of the place. Iseabail seemed friendly too, and at least she wasn't feeling as out of place as she had at first.
"I think I might just do that." She responded vaguely. Even the short amount of singing she'd heard before she had so rudely interrupted seemed to have intrigue her. "I'd like to come see it." Although good opera tickets weren't in her price range, she could probably afford something in the nosebleeders section. If Armand offered, that was one thing, but she was not going to ask.
She looked up at the Prince and smiled back. "I'm glad I did. Who knew we could have fun without any near drownings?"
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 12, 2008 23:46:12 GMT -5
"Pah," said Julien, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "Your fazzair and brozzair would not understand opera eef eet turned into a personification and lectured zem for an eternity. At least you 'ave your mozzair, Armand."
Julien automatically reached out to ruffle Armand's hair before realizing how embarassing it might be with Electric-Guest-Whose-Name-Julien-Could-Not-Remember there. He turned it into a stretch and grinned. "So! Iseabail is right. So sorry to 'ave, euh... freaking you out at rehearsal? Also, near drownings? What, my godson, irresponsible enough to drown? Is ze problem wiz carrying an 'idden arsenal around all ze time."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 12, 2008 23:53:31 GMT -5
Armand laughed. Julien's accent seemed particularly heavy right now, and he found himself hoping that Zizzy (and her untrained ears) could fully understand him. "No, it was... well, she sent a shockwave through the lake. While I was in it. Bad timing, actually." He winked at Zizzy.
And then, her first sentence computed. "Wait." He squinted suspiciously at her. "My brother didn't seem the type? That sounds frighteningly like you've met him before."
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Post by Maestro on Feb 13, 2008 0:09:45 GMT -5
"Julien, if yer accent gets any thicker right now, you might as well speak French," she laughed, making her own accent slightly thicker on purpose.
Raising an eyebrow, she shook her head, amused despite herself. "As for near drownings, ye'd be surprised how many death scenes there are in each opera." That didn't really have much to do with anything, but oh, well.
She turned to Zizzy, smile still on her face. "Och, weel, if ye are going to come see Tosca, we shall have to see if we can reserve a seat for ye, aye?" It was in Iseabail's nature to be friendly; Zizzy had given the Scot no reason not to trust her, so the soprano would give the other Nightmare woman the benefit of the doubt.
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Post by Jules on Feb 13, 2008 0:30:23 GMT -5
Zizzy smiled at Julien. "It's fine." She was feeling just a touch overwhelmed by the amount of talking. She was social enough, but groups bigger then three often put her ill at ease. At least she was good at covering.
She shook her head slightly when Armand called it 'bad timing'. "My timing is always perfect." She informed him matter-of-factly. "How else would we have met, hmm?" Probably not at all had she not almost drowned him. But now she was slightly embarassed by the proof of what a complete klutz she could be out in the open. Oh well, they'd all find out sooner or later.
Isebail mentioned something about death-scenes, which made Zizzy think she hadn't really been listening, because it was only kind of connected, but she smiled and nodded anyways. "That would be nice." She said graciously.
And then finally she turned back to Armand with a mischeivous grin. "Oh, well yes. At the Faded, actually." Zizzy watched his face carefully to see if he'd be dissapointed that she hung out in a place like The Faded. "He's....not you." She finished lamely.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 13, 2008 0:41:34 GMT -5
"Well, glad you didn't die," Julien said chipperly. "Would 'ate to be godson-less."
He checked his pocket watch (it worked! For once!) and made a face. "Okay, I 'ave to go be a good boyfriend now and see if ze zing I ordaired for October is actually... um... Valentine's Day worthy or just anozzair sign of my bad taste. I'll show you later, Iseabail and you can tell me eef I should ram my 'ead zrough a wall. Pleasure to meet you." He smiled, bowed, and left.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 13, 2008 0:48:20 GMT -5
Armand spared Julien a half-hearted wave as farewell, and then looked solemnly back at Zizzy, his face entirely apologetic. And horrified.
"I'm sorry," was all he could think of to say. He didn't even know what happened, but it was just in Alexander's nature to do something that merited apology.
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Post by Maestro on Feb 13, 2008 1:00:29 GMT -5
As Julien made his exit, Iseabail just laughed. "I suppose I should help Julien with his present; he can be rather hopeless at times." Smiling a bit, she murmured, "Thank ye for letting me intrude on yer tour."
Turning to Zizzy, she extended her hand again, regardless of knowing that she would get shocked. "Good to meet ye." Smiling at Armand, she just said softly, "I'll see ye at rehearsal." Nodding to both of them, she turned and followed after Julien, a slight sinking feeling in her stomach for reasons that she did not particularly want to identify.
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Post by Jules on Feb 13, 2008 1:13:12 GMT -5
Zizzy laughed. Despite being forced to listen to a dream song, and her and Alex not getting along so well at first, meeting him hadn't been all that bad. "He's not that bad." She reassured him gently.
When Julien left, and Iseabail followed soon after, Zizzy felt a guilty relief. She had liked the two Opera members well enough, but it had been a slight pressure to come up with more small talk. Left alone, she turned to Armand, finally more comfortable.
"God, Armand, this place really is amazing. And your voice! Never would've thought it, really. And Iseabail, she can really sing. And, you're so lucky, to get to have this." She gestured around herself and then smiled. Even though she felt a slight pang. Home was going to seem even worse in comparison to all this.
Finally seeming to calm a little, Zizzy's gaze suddenly dropped to the floor. From excited to nervous in the blink of an eye.
"Wanna go somewhere to work on our disease? I'm not busy, but if you are, that's fine."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 13, 2008 1:29:15 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Not that bad? If you say so...."
He smiled bemusedly at her renewed enthusiasm. "Iseabail can sing. I'm alright." He was briefly confused by her sudden nervousness, but he smiled anyway. "Of course. I'm dying for that cure. Rehearsal is over, so I have the rest of the day."
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