Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom
Notes: This is a parody and not to be taken seriously. Along with POTO, this is also mock the magical girl or mahou shoujo anime genre. Don't get mad! This is all for fun and is meant to be mindless silliness! :)
"Raoul, the Magical Fop"
Event 1: Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny, discovers that he is, in fact, a fop, and a magical one, at that
I trudged through the Opera, disoriented. It couldn't be true...it just couldn't be! Christine, my friend, sweet, innocent little Christine Daaé, had been talking to a man, alone in her dressing room! And that base scoundrel had demanded that she love him! It was horrible beyond words. I couldn't bear the thought that the girl I had known in my childhood had been corrupted so!
When I walked out onto the street I felt cold rain hit me face. I didn't care; the weather suited my melancholy mood. I was beginning to feel a bit indignant about the whole incident. I was so angry and distraught, in fact, that I forgot I had a carriage to take me home.
Well I wandered the streets of Paris in my misery, I accidentally stepped on the tail of a drenched kitten. The little creature shrieked.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." I stopped in the middle of my apology; after all, it was only a stray cat.
The little feline looked at me quizzically, and on impulse, I scooped it up and placed in under my coat for protection.
I arrived home in the early hours of morning. I wrapped the kitten in a blanket and changed out of my wet clothes. I then went and fetched it a bowl of water.
"You'll have to wait until morning for milk," I informed the cat. "So, do you have a name?"
"Julpe," it responded.
I nearly fell off my bed. "What? Did---did you just talk?" I demanded, frantic. No, of course it didn't! Cats don't talk!
"Julpe," it repeated.
"...Julpe?"
"Yes, Julpe. And you kept me waiting, Monsieur! Why were you dawdling at the Opera?"
"You...are a talking cat," I said dumbly.
"I thought we had already cleared that up? Now answer my question."
"I...Christine, my childhood friend, was talking with a man in her dressing room!"
"How perfectly awful!" the kitten exclaimed melodramatically.
"It's just so unlike her...the Christine I knew would never stand for such a thing!"
"As no respectable lady would! There must be something else going on. I can help you discover what."
"You can? But, you're...a cat."
"What do you have against cats?" little Julpe demanded.
"Nothing! It's just-" She glared at me. "Never mind."
"Monsieur, you have a destiny! And I'm going to lead you to it!"
"I do? How odd. I never felt I was destined for anything."
"Well, you are! You're going to be a prince!"
"What?"
"Well, not an actual 'prince,' but a figurative prince. You know...saving the damsel in distress and the like."
"You mean Christine?"
"Yes. The thing is, without me, you'll screw up royally, if you'll pardon the expression. Also, you can't just be a prince-you have to work your way up."
"Work my way up from what?" I asked suspiciously.
"A fop," Julpe said simply.
"A fop?" I cried in dismay.
"Yes. You see, your sweet mademoiselle fell innocently in love with your boyish charms. If you want to save her AND win her affections, you must be foppish, because she is still child-like. If you're too mature, you'll scare her off!"
"And...who is my rival?"
"I'm...uh...I'll tell you when it is necessary."
"I'm not actually going to have to fight anyone, am I?"
"Um, er...of course not! And with my instructions, you're guaranteed to win the heart of Mademoiselle Daaé!"
"How do you know so much?" I asked the kitten.
"I am a magical cat, and I shall be training you to be a magical fop!"
"I confess, I have...misgivings about this. Maybe Christine really doesn't want anything to do with me and I should left her make her own decisions and not interfere."
"That's ridiculous! Now, you get some sleep. I have work to do."
"You won't talk around anyone else, will you? Especially my brother. If he finds out a magical cat is teaching me how to be a fop..."
"I'm merely refining skills you already possess!"
I blinked. "Oh."
Notes: This is a parody and not to be taken seriously. Along with POTO, this is also mock the magical girl or mahou shoujo anime genre. Don't get mad! This is all for fun and is meant to be mindless silliness! :)
"Raoul, the Magical Fop"
Event 1: Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny, discovers that he is, in fact, a fop, and a magical one, at that
I trudged through the Opera, disoriented. It couldn't be true...it just couldn't be! Christine, my friend, sweet, innocent little Christine Daaé, had been talking to a man, alone in her dressing room! And that base scoundrel had demanded that she love him! It was horrible beyond words. I couldn't bear the thought that the girl I had known in my childhood had been corrupted so!
When I walked out onto the street I felt cold rain hit me face. I didn't care; the weather suited my melancholy mood. I was beginning to feel a bit indignant about the whole incident. I was so angry and distraught, in fact, that I forgot I had a carriage to take me home.
Well I wandered the streets of Paris in my misery, I accidentally stepped on the tail of a drenched kitten. The little creature shrieked.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." I stopped in the middle of my apology; after all, it was only a stray cat.
The little feline looked at me quizzically, and on impulse, I scooped it up and placed in under my coat for protection.
I arrived home in the early hours of morning. I wrapped the kitten in a blanket and changed out of my wet clothes. I then went and fetched it a bowl of water.
"You'll have to wait until morning for milk," I informed the cat. "So, do you have a name?"
"Julpe," it responded.
I nearly fell off my bed. "What? Did---did you just talk?" I demanded, frantic. No, of course it didn't! Cats don't talk!
"Julpe," it repeated.
"...Julpe?"
"Yes, Julpe. And you kept me waiting, Monsieur! Why were you dawdling at the Opera?"
"You...are a talking cat," I said dumbly.
"I thought we had already cleared that up? Now answer my question."
"I...Christine, my childhood friend, was talking with a man in her dressing room!"
"How perfectly awful!" the kitten exclaimed melodramatically.
"It's just so unlike her...the Christine I knew would never stand for such a thing!"
"As no respectable lady would! There must be something else going on. I can help you discover what."
"You can? But, you're...a cat."
"What do you have against cats?" little Julpe demanded.
"Nothing! It's just-" She glared at me. "Never mind."
"Monsieur, you have a destiny! And I'm going to lead you to it!"
"I do? How odd. I never felt I was destined for anything."
"Well, you are! You're going to be a prince!"
"What?"
"Well, not an actual 'prince,' but a figurative prince. You know...saving the damsel in distress and the like."
"You mean Christine?"
"Yes. The thing is, without me, you'll screw up royally, if you'll pardon the expression. Also, you can't just be a prince-you have to work your way up."
"Work my way up from what?" I asked suspiciously.
"A fop," Julpe said simply.
"A fop?" I cried in dismay.
"Yes. You see, your sweet mademoiselle fell innocently in love with your boyish charms. If you want to save her AND win her affections, you must be foppish, because she is still child-like. If you're too mature, you'll scare her off!"
"And...who is my rival?"
"I'm...uh...I'll tell you when it is necessary."
"I'm not actually going to have to fight anyone, am I?"
"Um, er...of course not! And with my instructions, you're guaranteed to win the heart of Mademoiselle Daaé!"
"How do you know so much?" I asked the kitten.
"I am a magical cat, and I shall be training you to be a magical fop!"
"I confess, I have...misgivings about this. Maybe Christine really doesn't want anything to do with me and I should left her make her own decisions and not interfere."
"That's ridiculous! Now, you get some sleep. I have work to do."
"You won't talk around anyone else, will you? Especially my brother. If he finds out a magical cat is teaching me how to be a fop..."
"I'm merely refining skills you already possess!"
I blinked. "Oh."