Voice-testing for forever_after (Taken from the end of Phantom)

[hauntedmelody]

You would seek to play me, then?

[A choking, empty laugh.]

What is left for you to play with?

Comments

[in_loveless_memory]

Muns aren't really the sort to care. Yelling or arguing doesn't do anything. You could try being nice. They seem to like that.

[hauntedmelody]

There's little enough to care for in any case; what's left to continue for?

[in_loveless_memory]

You sound like someone I know. But you know, that's something to figure out.

[hauntedmelody]

[The bark of a bitter laugh escaped him, head held low.] Of course, so many go through the same. Yet when you've lost everything that gave you meaning, all that's left to do is find something new?

You think purpose is discarded so lightly?

[in_loveless_memory]

Maybe, it depends on what it is you lost. Assuming everything is the same doesn't do you much good.

I don't. I think it can change though.

[fluff_and_stuff]

Oh, do you not like to play? I find, playing can be one of my most favorite things to do, especially with friends.

[hauntedmelody]

...

[A talking bear.

A tiny, stuffed, toy, TALKING bear.

Erik has traveled far, has done much- but this is entirely outside his experience.]

I...

There are games to be played, little one, and there are games that play you instead. And there are no friends for the likes of me.

[fluff_and_stuff]

You do not have any friends? Oh bother. That sounds quite lonely.

[sloppiest]

Apparently they don't give a fuck what's left of you. The more broken and messed up the better.

[hauntedmelody]

What that would say of them I'd not wish to imagine.

[sloppiest]

That's what I've been trying to figure out. Not sure if I want to know, honestly.

[hauntedmelody]

[His lips twisted; contempt for them, contempt for himself.] Such sad little creatures; even their own despair too common for them, so that they have to borrow another's.

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ Oh, the Phantom has a way with voices
He's an erudite and graceful talker
But lead by circumstance and his choices
To be a basement-dwelling stalker ♪

[hauntedmelody]

[Now that one got his attention; have a steely gaze cutting your direction, oh musical man.]

If ridicule is all you've to offer, then leave while you are still able.

[lessons_from_an_angel]

Is that you, my angel?

[hauntedmelody]

[Do you know the worst torment of the damned?

It's that they can see Heaven.] Christine...

[He choked off his voice, refusing to let her hear the pleading in it any further; she'd made her choice, and he knew full well she would never come back.

But hearing her call him that once more- well, Man was weak and the warmth in reply couldn't be hidden away.] What do you here, Christine? In this time, in this place?

[lessons_from_an_angel]

[This Christine? Hasn't even performed yet. She hasn't even encountered Raoul again. He's still her angel of music and she trusts him far more than she should.]

Nothing but wander silently.