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[swealwe]

[ long time no hear, right? anyways, her voice sounds less than amused, but still her ever birdy self ]

I guess boys will be boys ~

But where is that red moon? It certainly isn't right without it. Though I suppose it can easily be said that nothing is right here. [ twittering laughter ]

[ a beat ]Hmmn~ Brother, my dearest brother. I wonder, how

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...A red moon?

[swealwe]

Mmhm. Have you ever seen one?

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Like a harvest moon? When it's big and orangey?

[swealwe]

No. Like a blood moon. Deep and red.

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I've... I don't remember seeing a moon like that before. Why would there be one?

[swealwe]

Whenever something bad happens, there is one.

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...Seems like we should have one every night here, then.

[swealwe]

[ laugh, but it seems half-hearted ] That's what I was thinking. A red moon and a rainy landscape. Perfect. ♥

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[Hears that, but. Won't comment.] Kinda spooky to match the atmosphere in here, huh?

[swealwe]

Oh, yes. I get shivers up my back always. If we weren't already crazy, the atmosphere of this place could just drive us mad.

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I guess if it's a degrading hellhole it has to look like a degrading hellhole... haha.

[swealwe]

Dante would be proud. [ laugh ]

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Who?

[swealwe]

An Italian poet. He wrote an epic about purgatory and hell.

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You suppose it's in the library?

[swealwe]

It might be. I haven't looked myself, but you never know.