Duel by the Lake!

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Windows 95 waits for her opponent, her face stony. She seems unaffected by the cold night air.

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

There's a brief grunt as the blade slashes her hand, but she stays still.

Until his last words.

The stone of her expression becomes, for an instant, an erupting volcano.

There's a final glint and slice. A second cut, slightly deeper than the first, on the other side of his face. The scarred side.

And the mask, driven by the slash, soars up, somersaulting.

Again sheathing her blade, the OS says, with a deadly calm, "Recall the sex of this duel's victor. You are nothing compared to the Mac girls, my true enemies." As she turns bck towards the bar, she adds, "I recommend you hold your tongue about others- it is a shame to have your soul reflect your face's appearance."

And she walks away.

[operathon.livejournal.com]

Startled, completely caught offguard, he ignores her comments as he fumbles for the mask with haste before anyone can see it, the deformity given to him by Satan as a joke. Erik presses the snow laden mask to his face rather quickly before he rushes back to the Bar, he needs time in his room, the mask is only there by the will of his hand.