Music of the Night (Tori/Oco rp. Do not post.)

[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven... "







{{OOC; Welcome, ma cheri! I made this, since it looks like the regular Masquerade died... *sigh* }}

Francis looked over at Arthur, shaking his head. Mon Dieu... This... This was insane. He glanced up at the sky with a frown. It was still night, just as it had been for hours. It didn't seem as if this night would end anytime soon... The Frenchman brushed the dirt off of his hands, frowning at the sight of Alfred's grave. It was hard to bury the American, so hard... He couldn't stand the sight of Mattie crying, and the absolutely devestated look on Arthur's face. His son and his lover... He failed them both. He shook his head roughly, looking over at Arthur. "A-arthur..." he began quietly, inching over to him. "Um... We should work on breaking that spell now, oui...? Before anything on else goes out of line."

"Anywhere you go, let me go too."

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France

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Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew sat, crosslegged, on his brother's grave, resting in the freshly turned earth. There was no headstone for Alfred, only a crudely made cross fashioned from twigs stuck into the ground above the American's head. His brother... He lowered his head, wiping the tears from his eyes. Non... Alfred wouldn't want him to cry... Not anymore. But he couldn't help it. Just the thought of his brother's smile, his clueless laugh, his sunny personality... It was all he needed to bring on another round of tears. He stared numbly at the pair of glasses in his hand. Texas... The thought almost made him smile; Alfred used to poke fun at it, saying that whenever his glasses got wet it rained in Texas. The Canadian pulled his knees up to his chest, staring at the cross. "Alfie..." he whispered.


"If you do one thing I don't approve of while I'm gone, the LEAST little thing, mind you... I'll show you what horror means!
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[Wolfborg007]

((Oh!!! Wow! I'm excited for this! I'm sorry the other one died... but I'll make this one extra special for you!! heart ))

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur hesitated, practically frozen in place.
He felt completely numb... his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was so shocked to even cry... All the Brit could do was look on at that small cross and take in all that happened.
For some reason he felt more alone than he ever had before. He had buried his child... his little boy.
Alfred...
God... he had given the boy that name and tears welled in his eyes.
Arthur swallowed, almost unable to breathe... after all... no parent should have to bury their child.
His little brother was gone... it's all he could think about. There was no space left in his mind to hear Francis' words.

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven... "







{{OOC; Haha, I'm glad you like it! If you're happy, I'm happy. yum_puddi And yay! X3 }}

Francis stared at his lover, just seeing how numb he looked... It was as if Arthur wasn't even there at all. On instinct, he strided to the Englishman and wrapped his arms around him tightly, just trying to bring him back, revive the man he knew and love. There was nothing he could think of that would help bring Arthur from his reverie... Except the American coming back. He felt himself growing desperate to have his lover back. He'd give Arthur his blood, his life, anything... Rien... "Arthur..." he began, voice cracking. "Please... Please, we need to do something... We need to fix this, before anyone else gets hurt..."

"Anywhere you go, let me go too."

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France

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Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew stared at the cross, hearing his father's pleas. ". . ." Papa was right. They needed to stop this, before anyone else got hurt... He stared down at the cane resting at the base of the cross, the very cane he had used to hurt Arthur, to kill Alfred... This was all his fault. That alter ego who had implemented it, who had used Mathew's strength, was him. It had always been there, hiding, waiting for its chance to strike. The Canadian had always known about it. It had always been there, lurking in the back of Mathew's mind and whispering suggestions, thoughts, ideas... It was still there. He could feel it, just waiting for when he'd let down his guard so he had a chance to escape. It was his duty to make sure it didn't happen again. He shakily rose to his feet, slipping Texas into his pocket. "Papa's right." he said, voice quiet, but not tremulous. "Alfred would want us to fix this. We have to."


"If you do one thing I don't approve of while I'm gone, the LEAST little thing, mind you... I'll show you what horror means!
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[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Feeling Francis' warmth embracing him, Arthur spoke.
"What's the point?" he asked coldly, "Alfred's dead..."
He couldn't tear his eyes away from the small cross and he sniffled, reluctantly turning back to Francis with tears running down his face.
"Tell me! Tell me what the point is, Francis!!" he shouted, grabbing onto the front of his lover's jacket, shaking him with weak desperation, "Give me a reason to keep going now that Alfred's gone..."
His voice broke and he sank to his knees, burying his face in his hands, unable to keep from crying.
"I... I just want to know..."

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven... "







{{OOC; N/A }}

Francis stared down at his lover, his heart giving a pained wrench. Non... It wasn't supposed to be like this... "Arthur..." he whispered, tears blurring his vision. "Please... Just..." It killed him. Non, it wasn't supposed to be like this... Arthur was strong, he always survived, he wasn't supposed to be broken down... That was his job!! "A-arthur, please..." He scrambled, searching his mind for the right words to comfort his lover, strenghten him. For once, he was silent, and he stared pleadingly over at Mathew. What were you supposed to say when a child died?

"Anywhere you go, let me go too."

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France

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Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew stared at Arthur, numbly watched him break down. He saw his father unable to find the right words, saw how he struggled... That knocked him out of his stupor a bit, and he kneeled beside Arthur. "Arthur..." he murmured, forcing his hands away so he could meet his eyes. "Think about this; what would Alfred do now? Because he wouldn't just stay here and sob. No matter how much it hurts, we have to make sure others don't die. That's what heroes do." He spoke the words with a calmness that surprised even him, his voice never faltering or wavering. He couldn't rely on Alfred to be brave for him any longer. For once, he had to be brave for himself...


"If you do one thing I don't approve of while I'm gone, the LEAST little thing, mind you... I'll show you what horror means!
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[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

The Brit sat for a moment, trying to compose himself. He heard Matthew's words... they were true.
Alfred wouldn't want him being like this... and he couldn't be so selfish.
"Y-you're right..." he managed, his voice trembling as much as his hands were, "Just... just go gather some sticks to make a fire... I... I just want to say goodbye... once more."
He hauled himself to his feet, biting his lip.

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven... "







{{OOC; N/A}}

Francis stared at Mathew in amazement. Mattieu... He hardly seemed to be the stuttering boy he had raised, scared of his own shadow. When had he gotten so big...? He looked over at Arthur, nodding numbly. "Uh... O-oui..." he stuttered, racing off. How strange... He almost found himself laughing. In fact, it nearly bubbled up, the half hysterical, crazed laughter, a strange, lopsided grin rising to his face in tha darkness. What a role reversal!! He, the one who always knew what to say, was speechless, while his stuttering son could give a speech! He let himself give a low, dark chuckle as he began to gather fallen tree limbs and such.

"Anywhere you go, let me go too."

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France

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Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew nodded strongly. "Oui." he said simply, heading off to the forest. He understood how Arthur felt, understood all too well.. He felt the depression rising over him, looming over his head like a guillotine, but he pushed it away. Non, this wasn't the time. Later, later he'd let himself sob, let himself fall to pieces... But now, he needed to be strong.


"If you do one thing I don't approve of while I'm gone, the LEAST little thing, mind you... I'll show you what horror means!
"xxxxxx

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur waited until he could no longer hear their footsteps before murmuring his goodbyes.
He wanted to say so much, but found himself choked up and unable to speak.
Closing his eyes and allowing a few tears to trail down his face, he took a deep breath.
"Goodbye, luv... a-and I'm sorry..."
And with that, he made his way back to the others. After all, there wasn't anything else to say.

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven... "







{{OOC; Welcome, ma cheri! I made this, since it looks like the regular Masquerade died... *sigh* }}

Francis pushed down the laughter in his chest as Arthur approached, throwing the sticks in a large pile. "There you are, ma cher..." he murmured, raising a hand to his lips to hide his smile. It could pass for a sign of grief, to stifle a sob, perhaps. He was a master at acting, after all. So this wouldn't be so hard... "Do you need me to do anything else?" Curiously, he glanced over at Arthur, wondering just what he had in mind. What did vampires use in means of magic, anyhow?

"Anywhere you go, let me go too."

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France

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Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew through his sticks into Francis's batch, glancing up to meet Arthur's eyes. Arthur... His eyes happened to rest on Francis for a split second, and he saw a spark of... Insanity. Insanity? No, it had to be someting else, some other emotion gleaming in his eyes. It just had to be...


"If you do one thing I don't approve of while I'm gone, the LEAST little thing, mind you... I'll show you what horror means!
"xxxxxx

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur looked over at the Frenchman, taking a note of the odd expression his lover was wearing.
"That's good..." he answered, "We'll need that for a fire..."
He opened the book once again, taking note of what they'd need.
"We'll need a few more things. Just... just wait here, and I'll be back." he answered, "If you could gather everyone..."

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven... "







{{OOC; Welcome, ma cheri! I made this, since it looks like the regular Masquerade died... *sigh* }}

Francis nodded. "Oui, of course~" He turned, letting the grin spread across his face as he frolicked away. Suddenly, he didn't feel sad anymore. Well, perhaps he shouldn't say that... He could feel the sadness, the lonliness creeping up on him, but it was painfully easy to shove it away. Although, it was a bit odd that lonliness was in the equation, seeing that he had Arthur... He shrugged. Ah, who cared? As long as part of him still felt intact, he was fine!

"Anywhere you go, let me go too."

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France

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Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew gave Francis a look, frowning. Maybe... Maybe that was insanity that he saw. "Um... Arthur...?" he began, as soon as Francis was out of earshot. "Is it just me, or is something wrong with Papa...?"


"If you do one thing I don't approve of while I'm gone, the LEAST little thing, mind you... I'll show you what horror means!
"xxxxxx

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur frowned, glancing over his shoulder.
"WEll, of course there's something wrong with him... He's French..." the Brit responded, trying to break the tension of his grief, "Why?"

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[Tori_Akemori]

Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew shook his head. "Non, not that... Um... He's the only one who hasn't become hsi costume yet, oui?" he said, frowning. "So... What if it's happening? But, what is he dressed as, anyway...?" It looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it... He only hoped it wasn't too dangerous.


"If you do one thing I don't approve of while I'm gone, the LEAST little thing, mind you... I'll show you what horror means!
"xxxxxx

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur felt a shiver go up his spine.
"B-but... that's ridiculous! He's the Phantom... and there's no girl for him to pursue, so why would he...?" He asked, though he couldn't help but be worried.
"Come on... let's go get Francis before he does something stupid..."

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven... "







{{OOC; Welcome, ma cheri! I made this, since it looks like the regular Masquerade died... *sigh* }}

Out in the forest, Francis began to hum to himself, just a little old, familiar tune. He couldn't help but sing a few bars beneath his breath, and steadily, his singing grew louder and louder and louder until the trees echoed with the sound. He was a decent singer before, he supposed, but now... Now it sounded as if he could sing broadway! He smiled as he sang, the happiness of music momentarily keep the sadness at bay as he sang of the music of the night...

"Anywhere you go, let me go too."

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France

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Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

"Phantom...?" Mathew repeated, confused. Non, he never knew a Phantom... He'd just have to trust Arthur on this one. "Um... Ou-oui." He followed Arthur into the forest, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of his papa.


"If you do one thing I don't approve of while I'm gone, the LEAST little thing, mind you... I'll show you what horror means!
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