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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Feb 19, 2008 19:49:58 GMT -5
Voltaire really didn't care for the annoying knot of emotion that was still deep in his gut and mind. It was easier when he was indifferent to the situation, but this was different. Should he admit that now he remembered the past? Should he continue to pretend that he didn't remember at all? There was the matter of what his parents were going to do with Charles. Should they do any thing with it...him? He thought of portkeying the body to St. Mungo's but he'd have to make it unplottable or go to some place that was unplottable. He didn't really want his father to give him anymore advice. He tended just to make things far more intense than it was needed. Part of him wished he hadn't even gotten into the situation, that bitter part of himself that was pleased that he had managed to forget. He shook that feeling away. He loved his wife, and he'd prove it to her, even if she knew she could do better than him. He just had to decide how was all, But no fresh ideas were forth coming. He stood up and threw a small pillow at the wall.
"Damn it! why can't this be simpler!?" He quickly jumped up catching a vase that was hit by his flying pillow attack. Nearly breaking it as he jammed it onto its table. "f**k." he finished lamely.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 4, 2008 19:16:18 GMT -5
"Hey! Watch it!" Charles yelled, materializing through the wall. "Just because I'm a ghost doesn't mean you've got to throw stuff through me and all. It's a bit insulting, if you know what I mean?" He looked over and realized the person he was talking to was Voltaire, and he groaned. "Oh, bloody hell. Not only am I dead and apparently a ghost, but I'm haunting your ruddy house? Even my afterlife sucks."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 4, 2008 19:25:34 GMT -5
Voltaire was shocked at the face and body that appeared through the wall of the room. He stumbled backwards over the armchair he had been occupying . He fell, but straighted up again "What the bloody hell are you ... Feck, you're not to haunt my parents house!" he said shaking off the feeling of awkwardness at addressing a dead man. He didn't know what else to say but he promptly shut his jaw, he wasn't going to gawk like a fish!
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 4, 2008 19:32:07 GMT -5
"Oh, trust me, I'm not any more chuffed about it than you are," Charles drawled, floating slowly across the room. "I sacrificed myself good and proper, I thought bloody sure I was going beyond the veil for a little well-deserved rest. Imagine my surprise at wakin' up here. And you're about the last person I would've wanted to see. Seems someone in the universe has got some twisted sense of humor."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 4, 2008 19:55:38 GMT -5
" Well you know what they say, 'No rest for the wicked' and all that rot." Voltaire snapped at the entity that was Charles. "What the hell do you want with me? There has to be a reason you've wanted to stay." he asked with no real curiosity. "what do you want with the shambles that is my life?" he asked with mock humor.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 4, 2008 21:42:24 GMT -5
"You think I wanted to see you? That this was my choice?" Charles said. "Well, you're bloody well wrong. I don't want to be here any more than you want me to be here. I wanted to die, I chose it. All to help your precious Isabella. I loved her, too, you know. Maybe my love wasn't good enough for her, but it was still real. And I did what I did for her sake, to protect her and help her get her little wee one back. Why my reward is to hang around with you in my afterlife is beyond my ken."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 6, 2008 2:23:23 GMT -5
"Bah! You recklessly put her in danger and in my way! You wasted your life languishing after her." the 'Like I am' Voltaire didn't add, even if he felt in in very bone of his body. He turned from Charles and walked to the other end of the room, He hated this tone of conversation, his thin patience was wearing thinner and he wasn't about to get anymore emotional with Chuckle of all people...ghosts..whatever! "Why don't you 'go into the light' or something?" he said turning to face Charles.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 6, 2008 12:05:09 GMT -5
"I didn't bloody well put her in danger," Charles said. "She'd have gone, no matter what, to save her baby. You know how stubborn she can be. She'd have sold her very soul to old Voldie, if that's what it took to get that baby back. So instead, I sold mine. It wasn't worth much, anyway."
He began to float back and forth, as if he were pacing across the floor. He couldn't understand what he was doing her, of all places. When Voltaire told him to leave, however, he whipped his head around and glared at him. "Oh, so you want me to leave, then. More than happy to oblige. See you on the other side, sucker!" He turned and walked through a nearby wall. A minute later, however, he walked back into the room from the wall on the other side.
"Oh, bloody hell," he said again.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 6, 2008 13:07:17 GMT -5
Maybe it was all of the stress from his ordeal, but seeing Charles leave but ending up on the other side of the room and his apparent shock was so oddly funny. He started to laugh. Breathless he said "Welcome to the light, please leave your shoes on this side of the gate." Thus he began to laugh again, holding his sides he said breathlessly "gods I'm pathetic." thinking on how little Charles valued his life, and realizing he valued his much the same way. All for Isa he thought catching his breath.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 7, 2008 14:14:19 GMT -5
"Well, I'm glad you find this so bloody amusing!" Charles frowned peevishly. "I can't seem to leave!" he said. He attempted to walk through another wall, only to return to the room through the other side. "Oh, this is even worse than I thought. It's like some sick cosmic joker has decided to bind my existence with yours!" He went to flop down on a chair, only to go right through it and land on his bum. "Bollocks!" he yelled. "This must be your fault!" He glared at Voltaire.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 9, 2008 14:28:27 GMT -5
Voltaire plopped down on the floor next to Charles.
"How would binding you to me, help at all. You couldn't even get Isa to talk to you..." he said after taking a deep breath to calm down as he sat. He looked at Charles and saw he was perfectly normal looking. No sliver, no see through-ish body. He was perplexing.
"Never done anything right haven't you?" he asked seriously as he attempted to reach out of touch him, just to see if it was only objects he went through.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 9, 2008 23:06:46 GMT -5
Charles frowned. "As opposed to you? You went and cheated on Isabella with that girl.... what was her name? The little Thai number?" He gave Voltaire a dirty look. "I told her about it, you know. I hope for your sake that nothing actually happened between you, because she was pretty upset when I told her." Charles almost laughed. "Anyway, I thought you didn't remember Isabella. Or did you just realize no one was gonna believe that? Or you can't keep up the lie while you're alone... well almost alone. I don't get it, am I actually even here?" He tried pinching his own arm to see if he was solid. "Ow!" he said as he felt his flesh burn. "Curious, this...."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 10, 2008 21:16:31 GMT -5
Voltaire's expression flattened to annoyance. that damn prick told Isa he was with Tai.
"It wasn't a lie you git. I didn't remember her... but I do now. Tai isn't important. She was a means to an end. She was my link to the Dark Lord." Voltaire spread his hands " As to 'no one buying' my lack of memories, I was under the Crucio spell for a total of fifteen minutes. It wasn't without it's side effects." He thought about adding that he was happy to remember, but he was more worried than happy, but still relived. "It's strange, forgetting your life, then remembering it." he said with a short huff.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 10, 2008 21:36:24 GMT -5
Charles was silent for a moment, thinking. "So... you were just using her, then?" he said quietly. "Like I allowed Isabella to do to me?" He sighed, which was curious, considering he had no breath to expel. "When the baby was taken and you disappeared, she came right to me. I was her best connection to him, and she knew I would help her. I'd do anything for her. She barely even liked me most of the time, and yet, I'd still walk through fire for her." He dropped his head down in his hands and moaned pathetically. "I'm guessing you'd do the same."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 10, 2008 21:41:52 GMT -5
Voltaire cringed seeing Charles's reaction... "You were fun when you weren't being a git..." he said not looking directly at Charles. "Tai never got the hint that we were over...She showed up while Isa was pregnant." he crossed his arms and set his elbows on his knees "She nearly choked me to death out of temporary rage." he gave Charles a sideways glance. "You aren't nearly as deluded as Tai... you had some idea that you were a connection at least."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 10, 2008 22:02:12 GMT -5
Charles shrugged. "Doesn't mean I didn't try to take advantage of the situation," Charles admitted. He gave Voltaire a sidelong glance. "I tried to kiss her, you know. But don't worry, she wouldn't let me. She said she still loved you." Charles shook his head. "I was stupid to think I was ever good enough for her, but I still would never have thought she'd pick you. You're a lucky man. What I can't figure is, if you remember her and you still love her, why are you sitting here talking to me--nothing more than a shadow of a man--when you could be with her?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 10, 2008 22:11:51 GMT -5
Voltaire decided not to mention any of Tai's annoying habits, but grew annoyed with Charles admission of trying to seduce Isa. "She ... I'm... We aren't going to work out, I can't watch a baby for five minutes without something happening... Isa needs better than that." he said feeling his throat constrict a the thought of Isa's last words to him before he left to find his son.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 10, 2008 22:19:08 GMT -5
Charles rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't be such a prat," he said. "So you messed up once. And it just happened to be the moment when someone was waiting to take the baby. It's just your bad luck. There's no such thing as a perfect parent, but you learn from your bloody mistakes, don't you? If you love her, and you love the babe, then you owe it to them, and to yourself, to be with them. You'll figure out how to take care of the child. After all, you got him here, right?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 10, 2008 22:25:31 GMT -5
Voltaire didn't really want to hear the truth, he was more than willing to wallow in grim feelings "You tell her that... She didn't believe in second chances." He thought of Isa running for someone else to help, not him. Any one else but him. He was surprised he was still so bitter about it.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 10, 2008 22:30:05 GMT -5
Charles groaned. "So you'd rather stay here and include me in your pity party, than go talk to Isabella, is that it?" He shook his head. "You're pathetic, you know that? She forgave you for what happened. I don't know why I'm telling you this, instead of her, but she told me she wished she could take it all back. She missed you... almost as much as she missed the kid."
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