PARADISA LOST

[erik stumbled upon the music room by accident, really - he found the castle's decorations perplexing and interesting at the same time, and was essentially wandering around when he noticed that the door to the music room was ajar... and he decided to look inside.

it reminded him so much of his underground lair that, for a moment, he truly believed that he had returned to the opera house. once he had returned to his senses, however, he recognized the obvious differences. still... it was very clear that he had no intentions of leaving quite yet. so he set his journal down, drawing in his breath sharply when he noticed the organ.]

Mon Dieu...

[he crossed the floor quickly, taking a seat with his fingers over the keys before he remembered - he didn't know how to play. not anymore.]

Ah, my friend... I am not the one you are meant for, it seems. Alas... it would not hurt to make an attempt.

[he knows it's useless, but there's no one else around and the organ is practically calling to him. so he hesitantly tries out a few notes, wincing slightly when he hits a particularly wrong one.

so, he can't play the toccata et fuga in d minor or anything - and even though his playing isn't the best, it still does sound kind of cool. it is an organ, after all.]


(ooc: open post or journal. by the way... you have NO idea how much i wish i had just gone and made erik's loss his memory of christine instead right now. NO IDEA. >__<)

[at first, there is only silence over the journal - but if anyone listens closely, they'll be able to hear the faint, tinkling tune of a music box... a music box with a monkey perched atop, to be exact, little cymbals in its hands. after a few moments the tune fades away, slowing to a stop.]

It seems my memories have been returned to me.

[erik doesn't sound overly pleased about it; in fact, his voice is rather flat and monotone.]

... When I knew nothing, I longed for nothing more than the knowledge of myself and my past. Yet I was a fool - others regain memories of happiness, of loved ones and positive times, things they would not wish to lose. And I, what have I regained? Nothing but the painful truth of what I have lost, what I have suffered... and what I have done.

When my memory was but a blank slate, I had the potential to start anew, to be - a good man, perhaps, no longer haunted by my past. As well, I had forgotten my loss - I was no longer aware that I was ever a composer or a musician.

The return of my memories brought with it no joy or relief. I have no expectations of understanding, nor do I wish for any. For I am certain none of you recalled a childhood spent-- [pauses, realizing that in his anguish he is speaking too freely. So he merely changes the subject, as if nothing had happened]

To those who found and returned my memories -- I thank you. And to those I met whilst my memory was lost... it truly was a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

There may still be memories which belong to me about the castle. [his voice sharpens, a dangerous tone to it] If anyone is to find anything with the name 'Erik' upon it, return it to me at once. Do not read it, or if it is a videotape, watch it. It is not for your eyes.