So it is a masquerade that Christine has asked me to attend. It is fitting, isn't it? For it is the only place where I can freely show my face without frightening some unsuspecting soul
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..... fit for gloomy vaults? I didn't think you were one of those depressive drunks.... Well, snap out of it. You're not as hideous as you keep complaining to be, I promise. I just saw you yesterday, for crying out loud. Now quit pretending to be Vincent and go have some fun for a change!
I beg your pardon? You sir, have never seen my face. Though I am surprised that you speak to me without fear. It is a rarity. You claim to know me, though I have never met you. Who are you?
.... here we go again. Look, er... whoever you think you are, please trust me. And yes, I know what's under the mask and it's not scary- would you just get over it? Gaia, I think the whole city's gone batshit insane....
My name is Erik, and I'm known throughout Paris as the Phantom of the Opera. No monsieur, I don't think you do. Not even my mother could tolerate my deformity.
... Erik. Right. Forgive me. Though I know about your scarring- and after some of the insanity I've seen in life, that's the least of my worries. This is a new environment- maybe you should relax a bit. people here are notoriously difficult to frighten.
Well, it was worth a shot. Look, I... just trust me on this, I've seen what's under the mask and... angsting over it won't do you any good anyway, don't let it surpress your gifts. To hell with the rest of them if they don't like it.
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((ooc: strikeouts baleeted~))
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