[A singing voice resounds from the journal, almost completely unrecognizable to those familiar with the usual timbre of the strategist. The melodramatic lyrics certainly don't help.]
This morn I woke anew, the moon a sight to see
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[It's not quite raining, by the 26th, only a vague drizzling every now and again, but Raine has her umbrella with her anyway, as she surveys what's left of the garden to the side of the house. The newly planted snowdrop flowers, left to her by Ginko. The remainder of the vegetable harvest, and some of the last herbs.
She should probably get to work on that before everything freezes and dies.]
[Albert walks back towards the house, dressed in darker clothes than usual; he found himself drawn towards a long black coat while in the stores, somehow rationalizing that it would make it easier to become part of the shadows.
He did not try to understand the powers of the masks. Cataloging them would be enough at this point.
He pauses when he sees Raine working in the garden in this less-than-optimal weather, watching as she works.]
[Raine finds one of the baskets for the vegetables, and goes about picking what's left. There's not much there, so it doesn't take too long. Something comforting and a little sad about that.
She finishes and rises again, washing some of the muddiness away with some water magic - and giving a sharp glance around. There's an odd feeling of being watched, though it could just be that awful moon - she briefly glances up toward it with a frown at how visible it is.]
[Unlike some of the other stalkers, at least this one sings. So at the voice, Raine's attention is pulled away from that terrible moon toward Albert's direction instead. With the bad lighting of the day and his choice of coat, he is at least somewhat obscured, but ... she tilts her head at him.]
I'm not certain if distress is the right word for it, but it's not something that would put anyone at ease during this time of year. It seems even more prominent today.
Larger now than the day before Can you imagine what our future has in store? Moon rocks, moon dust--the fallen moon The end of the week cannot come too soon
It can't come soon enough. I imagine it'll be quite a lot to clean up. [She shakes her head a little, and takes a better look at him.] How are you holding up today? ... Aside from your unique situation.
[Upon closer inspection, it may be obvious that Albert is rather displeased with having to sing out his conversations. But he makes a dismissive enough gesture, shaking his head.
It could always be worse. He could have one of those masks that compelled him to be even more embarrassing than this.]
At least it'll be over in a few more days. What a way to bring in the new cycle year. [She moves toward the porch with her basket, though not before another faint frown of unease is given to the moon's direction.]
[He frowns at the very thought, but steps onto the porch and out of the steady drizzle. Once underneath the cover of the porch, he again tries to remove the Opera Mask with no luck.]
[She stands there, watching him struggle with the mask. She glances down at her basket, then looks back at him, trying to figure out if there was anything she could do to help with the situation that hadn't already been thought of. Those masks did like to be difficult.]
[He stands there for a moment before sighing quietly, glancing at Raine and nodding. At times like this he felt like all of this singing conversation was going to ruin his voice.
But he'll at least move over to the door to open it.]
[The singing aspect of the conversation was a lot to get used to, though she was trying not to draw too much attention to it for his sake. Instead she follows him toward the door as well, giving him an appreciative nod as she steps through first with the basket.]
[He rakes a hand through his wet hair as he waits for Raine to step inside, then follows her inside and removes his shoes. After a moment, he also removes the black trench coat he had been wearing, frowning at it. When was he ever going to wear something like this again?]
She should probably get to work on that before everything freezes and dies.]
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He did not try to understand the powers of the masks. Cataloging them would be enough at this point.
He pauses when he sees Raine working in the garden in this less-than-optimal weather, watching as she works.]
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She finishes and rises again, washing some of the muddiness away with some water magic - and giving a sharp glance around. There's an odd feeling of being watched, though it could just be that awful moon - she briefly glances up toward it with a frown at how visible it is.]
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The moon, so dark and obscene
Already I miss its pale gleam
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... Hm. I have to agree with you.
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Does it distress you, peering down?
Is that why you now frown?
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Can you imagine what our future has in store?
Moon rocks, moon dust--the fallen moon
The end of the week cannot come too soon
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It could always be worse. He could have one of those masks that compelled him to be even more embarrassing than this.]
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[He frowns at the very thought, but steps onto the porch and out of the steady drizzle. Once underneath the cover of the porch, he again tries to remove the Opera Mask with no luck.]
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... Can I get you something to drink?
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But he'll at least move over to the door to open it.]
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