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(This is a Millenium role play so all Millenium fan flock please!)

"I'm singing in the Reich, just singing in the Reich, vat a gloooorious feeling to be happy again!"

The long white hallway stretched out before the young dark haired girl. As she turned a cornor she thought of what the days events would bring her.

"Sometimes when all hell isn't breaking lose here things are actually deathly quiet...und it gets boring!"

Rip van Winkle had just woken up from bed and (as she always did) went outside with her parasol in hand. She then took the last steps to the front door when she heard an unpleasant cry from behind her.

"Ohhhhh Rip vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!!" It was Schoro!

"Shcordinger, vhat do you want?"

Rip was not in the mood to deal with this, the last thing she wanted was to deal with this little monster of a Werewolf, and she had plans for the day.

"Schoro, I'm not in the mood, could you go bother Herr Major or The Capitan or something?"

"But Rip van, Herr Major doesn't vake up for another four hours, and Captain is out doing drills."

"I don't blame him..." She replyed quietly.

"Vhat vas that?!" Schordinger screeched.

"GO AVAY!" Rip shouted, she then countinued her trip outside.

As Shordinger followed the little Huntress he saw her first go back to her room inside the base (to which she decided *to save time* to jump in through the window) he stayed off in the bushes for a while when she finaly came back out.

"Ri-Rip Van?" he was dumb struck by what he saw. She had come back out dressed in a red turtleneck and black knee langth skirt. She also had a black hat and a canves bag under her arm.

She then breathed in a gulp of air and jumped back down. Unfortunatly, not knowing that Shordiger was there, let the fall reveal more to the cat boy what exactly was under that skirt then he really wanted.

"Oh god, I did not mean to look there" he said with his hands over his little eyes. but he had a mission to continue. So as the Huntress ran off into the trees, the little cat boy ran after.

"Vhere are you...vhere are you frauline...vhere are you...?" Schordinger could not except the fact that he lost her. Him?! Of all people! The one who is sopposidly "Everyvhere und novhere" lose a girl like van Winkle?!

Well regardless, he didn't have time to sit there and pull his hair out over this. "I know you're out there somevhere Rip van..." it was then that he saw that unmistakable thigh length black hair with the strand of hair that never fell out of place.

He then jumped down and once again went after his target.

He continued to follow her for about another five minutes when she turned to go into a building. He then looked up at the logo of the enourmous building.

Municipal Theatre, Sabará?

Schordinger was not sure what it was? He then listened to the noise eminating from the building.

"Ah! But of course! Vhere else in the vorld vould Rip van go aside from the house of coards and strings, the domain of life and death, the birth place of the drama und the comedy!"

Yes, where Rip van Winkle had gone to, was in fact, an opera house.

As Shordinger entered to autotorium he was confussed. There was no one there, the only thing going on was stage preperations for the opera in a few hours. So, staying by the doorway, Shordinger watched in silence.

"Miss van Winkle! Where have you been, our beautiful little star can not miss a single second for her opening night?" Shordinger looked to see a man, more suprisingly a non hispanic man, ofering his hand to Rip to join him on stage.

"Vell you know how it is, sometimes things just get in...the vay.." Ohh! How he was going to fry that opera singing, musket weilding, curly Q poking dip stick!

"Maria is waiting backstage with your outfit. Now remember dear, this is your moment to shine so be as cute as possible" He winked at her as she smiled a...less frightening smile then normal.

"Don't you vorry your head about it, I vas born for the stage after all and lets just say...I've had years of experience..." and with that she walked off.

'How dare she!!!' Shordinger flamed. 'How dare she go off and do something like this without getting permission from Herr Major?!' Well, he wasn't going to let this ruin his fun. He then quickly went up to the front desk and (after rumiging through his pockets) got enough money to buy a childrens ticket for the show (after all, he looked young enough to be a child)

"I vould like a ticket for this afternoons performance." but the desk clerk looked at him oddly. "Oh, bloody hell thats right, need to speek Portugese."

"Um...possa haver em menino passagem?" Thank god Alhambra had insisted on giving him those Portugese lessions. He then got his ticket and went outside to wait till the opera opened.

Schordinger couldn't help himself. He just had to do something about this whole thing or he would go crazy! Not to mention have some explaining to do when he got back to base...hay...wait! Now that he thought about it Rip would have to explain why she had stayed so late from base as well?

He then remembered all those times Rip had been gone for several hours and didn't explain herself! Ah ha! A way to get his sweet revenge for both her wasting his time and that incedent where she had thrown all his left over candy from last years "Day of the dead" celebration.

So, before you could say "sweet revenge" Schoro had gone and returned with a camera. Before he headed back into the theater he took a quick look at the poster of what exactly was playing that evening.

Charles Gounod's "Faust"

Well, he didn't know what it was about, but he would soon find out.

The hour had finally come for the opera to start. Even though Schordinger was looking forward to his black mail performace he dreaded the idea of sitting through a three hour opera.

Not wanting to get the brunt of the wait for the performance he waited till the very last second to take his seat. He had a clear view of the stage. He was situated more toward the right and was placed center row.

'Oh...I'm going to make her life living hell for waisting his afternoon and making him sit through this crap!' Then the lights dimed and the performance began.

It was actually not as bad as he had thought it was going to be. The begining told the story of an old doctor selling his soul to the devil for the women he loved (kind of made him think of Dok for a second) and the doctor, Dr. Faust, and his assistaint Sibel took care of medical matters.

It was then that the opera hit the long, boring, usless, unbarable diologue that made him want to just go to sleep right there. It was then that the music began again and Schoro waited for more dioluge and conversation between the characters.

But that was not what came to his ears? Instead, a soft, almost, mezmerizing sound came off stage. The autitorium was silent, not a whisper, not cough, not even the sound of someone moving in their seat. Utter scilence.

Then...Rip van, dressed in a white and gold 17th century gown came on stage. The strangest notes comming from her mouth! This was not the rough, hard, cold notes he was used to from her singing Der Freischütz?! This was a kind, soft, genteler side to her singing that he had never heard before! Oh, the sound, it made his hair covered wolf ears feel like they where being petted by the softest hands!

When her part was over, she left stage and the autotorium roared in aplause! Rip van?! Getting an aplause?! and even worse, he was aplauding himself! "Damn you Rip, oh vell, this vill make my revenge even sweeter!"

So on the little catboy waited. As the opera countinued he started falling asleep. The music contnued, the singing kept going, and Schordingers eyelids eventually gave way.

He then woke back up to the sound of that angelic singing. The only problem, Rip's final scene was about to end. He quickly swipped out the camera, put it up to get her in the photo when...SLIP!
And the sound was followed by a loudCRASH

Shordinger had dropped the camera...and it broke.