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Emma and the mun have a disagreement (Canon is "Jekyll and Hyde: The Musical")

Miss mundane:
Since I cannot persuade you to leave this endeavour, could you at least have another "canon review" as you say? Just so you can reassure yourself, since you keep complaining you are not sure how to "play me".
And if I were you, I would be patient. With Henry and his work, one has to be. [Still, there's a warm smile]
Yours sincerely,
Emma Carew

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Emma?

[And Emma is very gladly surprised, which shows in her smile]
Hello, Henry.

[Henry is happy, but it's a conflicted sort of feeling.]

Hello Emma.

I... I trust you're well?

I am better now that you are here.

I regret to tell you that we must be from different points in time as I doubt you would very much like to see me after the point I came from.

[With this information, Emma's reaction is a worried one.]
But how could such a thing happen, Henry? Why? What happened that you say such things?

My work lead to some very bad things happening. Things that are not able to be repaired.

Henry, everything can be... Unless...

[And this is the moment the realisation dawns on her, she gasps and tears fall down her cheeks]
Oh Henry, I'm so sorry...

Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault.

[He draws her into a hug.]

In my efforts I became what I was trying to erase. The fault lies with me.

[And she returns it, hugging him close, as if she weren't going to let him go]
And we cannot do anything about it. [She manages to say, thought it's more to herself than to him in this moment]

Sadly no, but at the very least things can be peaceful here. There also those equipped to deal with what I have brought about.

[He didn't mind the idea of her never letting go. Honestly he felt the same.]

[She looks up at him, her expression calming, as she has managed to calm herself in a certain way with his words, and touches his cheek]
Then it's good. Or at least as good as it can be.

[That brought a smile to his face, one only she could bring out of him.]

Yes I suppose it is.

[And honestly, if he smiles, she smiles.]

And I'm glad we are together.

[Oh, good Lord.]

Why, if it isn't the illustrious Doctor Jekyll. How fortunate we are that you have taken time from the clamors of work to grace us with your presence.

Actually I am quite finished with my work.

[For this one moment he'll allow himself to be blunt just to see what sort of reaction he gets out of this man.]

It is very difficult to work on scientific research when you are dead.

[...what?

Simon stares at the man, disbelieving and more unsettled than he'd like. He'd always thought Jekyll was mad, and the condition had seemed exacerbated of late, but this... This is an unexpected extreme. Something is out of joint, here, and for a fleeting moment, he considers the possibility of excusing himself.

Set against this man, however, Simon can hardly turn aside. This is his rival of rivals, the man he has vowed to see in ruin. And Simon Stride is no man to back down.]

Then you are mad as ever. Charming.

No I am quite sane. My work lead to my death.

[He looked Simon up and down.]

Are you bothered by this fact?

[This is absurd. Logic denies the man's claims; it is impossible to hold a conversation with a dead man (never mind that creeping, low-lever sensation that this situation isn't natural, that something about all of this is wrong, impossible). Mad men, on the other hand, may yet converse, and reason can do no good against them. Better to humor them, play along with their little games.

In truth, it's rather humorous that a man so determined to experiment on the insane should end up senseless, himself.]

I shouldn't say that I'm surprised. I believe you were warned against catastrophe, after all.

I can tell you do not believe me. Perhaps you haven't seen the other oddities that populate this place?

I have more amenable ways of occupying my time.

You may claim whatever you like, dear Doctor; the fact remains that you stand before me, and that your mind has never been suitably sound.

Then perhaps this narrative would be more pleasing to your limited understanding of the situation.

I was near death when my mundane took me and I was healed.

[He ignores the insult. Mostly. There is a narrowing of the eyes and a flaring of the nostrils, and he certainly won't forget the slight, but he allows it to pass without remark.

For now.]

Whatever you like, Jekyll. I suppose I ought to congratulate you on your timely salvation.

[He considers the man for a moment, deciding whether to divulge some information. He supposed he shouldn't let his pettiness get in the way of this man's safety.]

I will give you a piece of advice if you do not mind hearing it from me. It has much to do with my work and my mortal injury.

[Unperturbed, Stride merely continues to regard the man. This will no doubt be an utterly invaluable revelation. Still, there is no harm is listening; the more he knows of Jekyll's ravings, the stronger his own position will be.]

Wonderful. Please do enlighten me.

There is a man I worked with by the name of Mr. Hyde. Do not let him get near you. He is a violent individual and I would not wish him on anyone, even yourself.

[This time, Simon can't quite hide the consternation that passes across his face, nor the quiet fear that runs beneath it. What in God's name is Jekyll playing at? He has been told that men who have lost their wits speak of absurdities in earnest, but facing such conviction, he truly could almost take the wild words for truth.

And there is the twinge of sharp recollection, of the murders that had occurred before his departure from London. One, two, three, and no one could have said how many might follow. But the matter is unrelated to Jekyll's supposed warning. It must be.]

How kind of you, Doctor Jekyll, to share this warning. Happily, I cannot see why I should encounter any colleague of yours.

He's not really a colleague and many people have met him who should not of.

Edward Hyde is an example of all human depravity.

[Oh. Oh. This could be fortuitous.

This could be many things, this could be next to nothing, but Simon chooses (as is his wont) to brush aside any doubts or nagging actualities. Focus instead on tactics; perhaps it would be best to approach with more than a modicum of courtesy.]

Emma Carew, how marvelous to see you here! Might I beg a moment of your time?

[He has to be thankful of her politeness in this case, because to be honest, she would prefer to be with others.

Still, she acknowledges him and nods courteously.]

Of course you may, Simon.

[So far, so good. As ever, she proves her prodigious skills in social navigation; it is one of the many traits that makes her so ideal a candidate for marriage. For his part, he will return the courtesy, even keeps an appropriate distance between them. Much as he would like to reach for her. Much as he would like to draw her to him.]

You are too kind, and lovely as ever. I trust you have been well?

Edited 2013-05-25 20:32 (UTC)

[Courtesy is a lady's armor, and it is indeed proving an effective one so far. Because the outcome of him trying to reach for her wouldn't be a nice one, despite all her politeness.]

Indeed. I have been getting accustomed to these... "new" surroundings. And you?

The same, I thank you. For the industrious man, there is no place without profit, no society in which he cannot find a position. [Perhaps less industrious, more ambitious, but why quibble over terminology?]

Have you only just arrived, then?

[She doesn't care about words and terminology, at least at this moment. So she simply nods.]

Yes, I've been here for barely a few hours. And yet I am glad to find familiar faces here [She hopes he takes the hint with the plural though]

[Simon is singularly skilled at ignoring the plural when it threatens to frustrate his own wishes.] You have my warmest welcome, and I am certain I need hardly say that I am pleased - more than pleased, if I may venture so far - to discover your presence. I have thought, I must confess, of the pain that must come if I were never to see your face again.

(ooc: See, Simon gets his own dedicated face.)

[Oh Gosh Simon, take a hint.]

I could say I've experienced quite the same...

[If he continues, she'll finish the phrase]

[He feels the sting, of course, but permits it to pass. After all, with any truly worthy girl, a suitor must be persistent if he is to have his way. And Emma Carew is well worth any amount of extra effort.]

Of course.

You know, we really ought to celebrate your arrival. Have you eaten?

((ooc: SCORE ONE FOR SIMON. um... he'll take it as an honor, anyway. sort of.))

Edited 2013-05-25 22:53 (UTC)

(ooc: LOL, poor dear. Also I promise Kristine's reply is coming ASAP)

[She would prefer it if he weren't that persistent, truly]

No, I haven't, but there's no need for any celebration, Simon.

You are too modest, Miss Carew. You must know well enough that your entry brightens every ballroom or establishment you might chance to enter. You have brought fond familiarity to an uncommon world; if this does not give suitable reason to rejoice, I cannot say what could.

((ooc: and grantaire's will come... eventually. apparently need to work back into his mindset, erk.))

(ooc: Alles in ordnung! Don't worry, Irma'll be waiting)

[Really, you are trying her patience]

I am afraid you exaggerate quite much, Simon. My presence is not worth any celebration.

[At least not one she would celebrate with him and without Henry]

Edited 2013-05-26 15:50 (UTC)

[Her persistence is becoming tiresome, but Simon forces himself to keep the strain from his voice. Or at least tries to keep it from his voice; he hasn't yet learned how to control his temper, not entirely. It is a small but occasionally inconvenient flaw.]

A response worthy of any young lady of good breeding. [He even manages a smile with that. There. Good.]

But I must say that my feelings speak otherwise, and it would be an honor if you would dine with me. Just this once.

[Just this once, for now.]

[She has three options: Go dine with him, or explain him calmly why not, or leave without an explanation.

And for one reason we don't know, she chooses the second one.]

And what if my feelings spoke otherwise, Simon?

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Emma and the mun have a disagreement (Canon is "Jekyll and Hyde: The Musical")

Well hello there o/

Hello you! (Also excuse the terribly rusty voice, I am a very recent Jekyll and Hyde fan - it shows)

Haha I'm pretty rusty myself. I'm a less recent fan but Henry doesn't get to tag a lot xD

Well, I plan on not leaving dear Emma alone for much, so more tags! (also sorry I disappeared)

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would apologize for thread-jacking, but let's be real, this is what he does.

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