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[devilinguise]

The joke has gone on for long enough. I do not appreciate it in the slightest and demand to know what the Hell is going on. My eyes didn't open to the darkness, or the close walls I'm so used to

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[nighttimewaters]

Ar ... Armand?

[devilinguise]

Hm? And who might you be?

[nighttimewaters]

Don't play, Armand.

[devilinguise]

I haven't begun to play.

I merely wish to know who you are, and how it is, that you know me.

[nighttimewaters]

You honestly do not recognize me? How can that be? We traveled the world together, I lived in your home ...

[devilinguise]

I'm growing tired of this. Explain!

If I recognized you, I wouldn't have asked who you were, now tell me.

[nighttimewaters]

For God's sake, Armand, it's me, Louis!

[devilinguise]

You say it as if I know you. Can't say that I do. I know no Louis.

[nighttimewaters]

But how can you not? I don't understand.

[devilinguise]

It's simple, I haven't met you, I do not know you, and I do not enjoy the fact somebody claims I do.

[nighttimewaters]

Night Island, the Theater des Vampires? Do those mean nothing to you?

[devilinguise]

I was at the Theater before I woke in this strange place. Night Island however...I can't say it does.

Why do you know so much?

[nighttimewaters]

We were - are friends, Armand. More than friends, for over a century.

How can you have been at the Theater? It was destroyed in the 1860s.

[devilinguise]

Oh my. Have you lost your mind dear Louis? 1860s indeed. What a laugh.

[nighttimewaters]

...it is 1990, Armand.

[devilinguise]

[Is actually laughing hysterically in his room reading this.]

Madness! You have lost your mind!