[Erik had heard
Christine's scream and had rushed to her aid without a second thought. Well he would have, had he an idea of where she was. He didn't know she had taken to wandering about the ship and getting herself chewed on by vampires.
So what was the best plan of action? Stationing himself outside of her room to wait for her, of course.]
What are you doing here?
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I could ask you much the same.
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[Raoul can not answer questions too.]
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[In other words, you're not the boss of me.]
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Get out of here!
[A warcry and a further advance towards the door. How will Erik respond to the challenge to his territory?]
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Erik's posture shifts. Once neutral and non-threatening, now it is aggressive.]
Mind your distance.
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You're a foe, Raoul. >B|]
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Falling back a little to keep out of reach of any attacks Erik might throw his way, Raoul decides to go for something that he probably won't miss in the billowing black cloak: Erik's legs. His foot strikes out towards the knees in a way that is efficient for an untrained aristocrat, but would probably make anyone trained in martial arts sad in their souls.]
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