Canto I: The Outcast/Story Episodes
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I was given the role of Manager.
My Guide instructed me to find a branch of
gold, to which my head nodded.
Unknowingly,
I walked face-first into one of nightmares.
Main article: Branch D-02/Floor 1
My Guide instructed me to find a branch of
gold, to which my head nodded.
Unknowingly,
I walked face-first into one of nightmares.
1-1: Vroom-vroom
1-2: Dance Time
Pre-battle
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DON QUIXOTE |
Prithee! I have a matter to inquire! |
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Vergilius |
Inquire. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Verily, I understood the first rule well! What, then, is the second rule? |
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GREGOR |
Good grief... did you really have to go out of your way to ask? |
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Vergilius |
…… |
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Vergilius |
Rule number two... |
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Vergilius |
No littering cigarette butts on the bus. They leave burn marks. |
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RYŌSHŪ |
... Hah. |
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Vergilius |
Hold on. The bus shouldn’t be this quiet. Where’s the engine’s roar? |
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Vergilius |
Charon, why aren’t you speeding up? |
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Charon |
No food. Mephi is hungry. |
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Vergilius |
Good. We could use something to lift the mood. |
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Vergilius |
A vehicle needs fuel to run. |
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Vergilius |
Charon, try flashing the headlights a bit. Like stage lights. |
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Charon |
Mhm, it’s dance timey. |
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ISHMAEL |
Wait a minute. That's like an open invitation for highwaymen to come rob us. |
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MEURSAULT |
That appears to be the intent. |
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ISHMAEL |
... Sorry? |
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Number-nuts Hooligan |
Oi! Leave all ya stuff behind and get off! Y’got 30 seconds! 10! 9! |
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Sharp Hooligan |
Ey, you skipped 20 seconds. |
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Number-nuts Hooligan |
Er... Uh... Then 20 seconds fer ya to say yer prayers! |
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ISHMAEL |
*sigh* Why am I surrounded by dullards left and right? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
... What’d you just say? |
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DON QUIXOTE |
How cowardly of them to ambush us thus! Verily, they must be villains without a shred of doubt! |
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Vergilius |
Alright, everyone off. |
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Vergilius |
And one more thing—we want them half-dead, not dead. Clear? |
1-3: The Bus Deck
Pre-battle
1-4: Enkephalin
Pre-battle
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RODION |
Seriously, when was the last time I actually got to stuff myself? I swear, this lump of metal's eating better than we do... |
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FAUST |
Do mind that all meals are portioned in appropriate amounts. |
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RODION |
It’s nowhere near enough to get me going! |
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DANTE |
<Does this bus run on stuff like blood or protein?> |
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FAUST |
It’s Enkephalin, an energy source extracted by Lobotomy Corporation. |
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ISHMAEL |
The previous L Corp., right? I heard it used its Singularity to produce energy... though, now that the Wing's fallen, all that's left is its rubble. |
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FAUST |
Correct, which is why it’s become a rarity these days. |
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FAUST |
However, Mephistopheles is capable of forcibly extracting Enkephalin from the body. |
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DANTE |
<The body...?> |
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FAUST |
Yes. Enkephalin can only be extracted from the brain and the spinal nerves. It can be harvested from live subjects at greater efficiency. |
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DANTE |
<Okay, then—> |
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FAUST |
One might ask: "Then why feed the whole body?"—the answer is simply that their blood and muscle tissue can also be processed into fuel. |
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FAUST |
While Enkephalin is used to generate ignition and thrust, the leftover organic matter is used to sustain velocity, which in turn reduces the bus's Enkephalin demand. |
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YI SANG |
A hybrid. |
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DANTE |
<... Well, that’s complicated. But I get that you're in for some tough work.> |
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FAUST |
Not at all. No work is tough for Faust. |
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GREGOR |
If anyone’s doing the heavy lifting, it’d be us... Hey! Manager Bud! More incoming! |
1-5: Yuri
Pre-battle
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Vergilius |
Hey! That’s enough of that. Our guest will be here any moment. |
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DANTE |
<Guest? Who?> |
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FAUST |
I have determined that we will need a guide as this is our first trip to a dungeon. |
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Yuri |
Excuse me... Are you the people from Limbus Company? |
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Yuri |
You sure look like it... |
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Yuri |
I’m Yuri, a former employee of the previous L Corp. I look forward to working with you. |
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DANTE |
<"Previous" L Corp.? You mean...> |
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GREGOR |
Has to be Lobotomy Corporation. |
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FAUST |
Correct. We will move on to explore the former branch facilities of Lobotomy Corporation—that is, the fallen L Corp. |
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ISHMAEL |
I wouldn't have taken this job if I were you, even if somebody specifically requested me. |
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ISHMAEL |
I doubt the end of your employment here left any pleasant memories, it being a fallen Wing and all. |
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RODION |
What’re you on about? Fallen Wing or not, a huge payday'll turn any brutal work into a charming memory. |
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GREGOR |
Hrm, I heard those facilities are still crawling with monsters even now... |
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FAUST |
Not "monsters"—Abnormalities. Regardless, what you said is true. But it is also a home to more important things than those entities. |
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FAUST |
In the deepest zones of these branch facilities are plantlike growths that have only recently begun to form: the essence of L Corp.'s technology. |
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Vergilius |
Dante, if you remember what I said a few days back, I offered you the chance to eventually engrave your Aspect. |
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Vergilius |
Once this "essence"—the Golden Boughs—is retrieved, it'll be easy as pie. |
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FAUST |
There’s no need to rouse your brain trying to remember what you can’t. It’ll all come back in due time. |
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DANTE |
<And if it’s Lobotomy Corp we’re scouring... we might come across some Enkephalin, too.> |
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SINCLAIR |
Oh, does that mean we won’t have to... feed more people to our vehicle? |
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ISHMAEL |
We could also grab some E.G.O if we’re lucky, so that’s three rats with one stone. |
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GREGOR |
So, Miss Yuri, what’ve you been up to after L Corp.? |
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DON QUIXOTE |
It appears to me that thou art an honorable Fixer! It is said that all Fixers exude the noble scent of heroes! |
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ISHMAEL |
I don’t know who gave you that idea, but Fixers are anything but noble or heroic. The only scent you’ll smell is the miserable stink of wage slaves. |
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GREGOR |
... It couldn’t have been easy to find another job so soon. Good that you’re holding up. |
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Yuri |
For now... I’m just a contract worker. |
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ISHMAEL |
Aha. That explains why you decided to crawl on back there. |
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ISHMAEL |
Did they promise you a team leader position or something in exchange for a major find in what's left of your previous workplace? |
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Yuri |
... My contracts might get extended if I return with results. |
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GREGOR |
R-right. Strong performance becomes a life-or-death matter if you're aiming for a permanent spot. |
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ISHMAEL |
*sigh* And what a pointless life that is. |
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GREGOR |
(Hey, what's with all the sarcasm? Something grinding your gears?) |
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ISHMAEL |
... I dunno, every single thing I'm hearing right now is getting on my nerves. |
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DANTE |
<I... I don't think I'll ever get used to being around these people.> |
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Vergilius |
You'll want to fit in fast if you want to make your job easier, Dante. |
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Vergilius |
... Charon, time to go. Our guest has taken her seat. |
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Charon |
Mephi’s tum revived. Charon’s raring to drive. |
1-6: Map
Pre-battle
1-7: The Trio
Pre-battle
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Yuri |
Now Charon, tell me, is this east or west? |
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Charon |
Charon only knows two directions: Mephi’s front and back. |
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Yuri |
How did you come so far with a driver who has zero sense of direction? |
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SINCLAIR |
Charon... Like I said, the sun rises from... |
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RODION |
Pft... Chiquita~ Aren’t you gonna join them too? |
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DON QUIXOTE |
I beg your pardon?! I am no child! And most certainly not little! |
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DANTE |
<... I’m starting to think that Yuri might’ve put up with a rough childhood.> |
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GREGOR |
... Wouldn’t be on the youngest side, either. Some Nests used to conscript anyone old enough to hold a knife. |
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DANTE |
<Did that happen often?> |
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GREGOR |
Not frequently, but it sure as hell did happen. |
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GREGOR |
... Interested in learning about wars, Manager Bud? |
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DANTE |
<Oh, I’m not really curious about the details, just gathering info I should know as the manager...> |
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GREGOR |
Don’t get me wrong, Manager Bud. I’m not calling you out or anything. Heck, it’s actually a pretty stand-up attitude for a boss, I’d say. |
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GREGOR |
Still, ignorance is bliss, if you ask me—I think you should savor it while you still can. |
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GREGOR |
War's the kind of knowledge that sticks to you and never lets go. |
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Yuri |
No, you should’ve turned right at that intersection! |
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SINCLAIR |
I-it’s okay, Charon. We can turn around at the next junction. |
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Yuri |
Ahh... The woes of a driver. |
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GREGOR |
Well... Looks like we have more pressing matters at hand. Ain’t that right, Manager Bud? |
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Vergilius |
Enough squabbling now. More enemies inbound. |
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Head Hooligan |
You shoved my pals into that bus, you sick bastards! Are you nuts? |
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Head Hooligan |
You’ll pay for this! We were just gonna leave with the bus, but now I’ve gotta see you all bleed! |
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Charon |
Verg, the fuel is acting up. Charon gets woozy when many mouths start being noisy. |
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Vergilius |
Nothing to worry about, Charon. They’ll shut their mouths soon enough. |
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Vergilius |
Off the bus. |
Post-battle
| Speaker | Dialogue | |
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Yuri |
Okay, let’s look at the map again. |
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Charon |
…… |
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SINCLAIR |
Charon, can you please focus? |
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DANTE |
<This bus was made specifically for Limbus Company, right?> |
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FAUST |
It was made exclusively for us, to be more precise. |
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FAUST |
You don't appear to be catching the nuance. |
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DANTE |
<... That’s weird, I don’t think I spoke that part out loud.> |
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FAUST |
I can tell as much without hearing it verbalized. |
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FAUST |
There is nothing that Faust doesn’t know, after all. |
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DANTE |
<Anyway, it must’ve taken a long while to get it out of the oven. Especially with that... “mouth” on the side.> |
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FAUST |
It only took the expected amount of time. |
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DANTE |
<……> |
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FAUST |
…… |
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FAUST |
Faust is a well-renowned genius. She knows the ins and outs of the City. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Oi, if you’re so smart, why don’t you help those twits at the driver's side figure out the way. Can’t sleep a wink with their constant bickering. |
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FAUST |
Faust is no meddler. She answers questions, but doesn’t intervene without being asked first. |
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FAUST |
Additionally, there is no greater joy for a human being than to ponder on problems in order to grasp an answer. Faust would rather not spoil that delight. |
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ISHMAEL |
He wouldn’t get it. I doubt he’s pondered on anything ever. |
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DANTE |
<I wonder why they're always so prickly...> |
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GREGOR |
Huh. You and me both, Manager Bud. You and me both. |
1-8: Pests
Pre-battle
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RODION |
Bweh... Greg, you know those people? |
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GREGOR |
Huh? Gimme a break... There’s no way I’d know someone in this corner of the Backstreets― |
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DANTE |
<... Bug heads?> |
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RODION |
Gosh... Dante, thank goodness you got a clock for a head. I would’ve gagged every time I looked at you if you were a huge bug like them. |
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ISHMAEL |
Isn’t that... the same type of augmentation you have, Gregor? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
They transplant those disgusting bug heads onto their necks on purpose? |
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GREGOR |
You’d better stay away. Wouldn’t want to get infected and turn into a bug, nah? |
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SINCLAIR |
Eek, are you serious? |
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GREGOR |
Just a joke... Do I just have a weird sense of humor or what? |
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FAUST |
Most former G Corp. employees were given biomimetic augmentation procedures like Gregor was. |
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ISHMAEL |
You used to work for the old G Corp., Gregor? Heard back then, they were... |
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HONG LU |
I wonder, where do people like them sleep at night? |
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Vergilius |
For many, the sky is the roof over their head, and the stars are their firelight. |
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HONG LU |
Aha, so they’re the poetic sort! |
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DANTE |
<I don’t think that’s what he meant...> |
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Vergilius |
And I see they're bent on standing in our way. |
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Vergilius |
Aren’t you going to get off, Gregor? |
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GREGOR |
Mind telling me why you're singling me out? |
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Vergilius |
Well, I'd rather not be the one to ramble about someone else's history. |
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Vergilius |
Take the lead, Gregor. You know the reason full well. |
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GREGOR |
... You’re one nasty fellow. |
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GREGOR |
Bah... I’m not too fond of taking the lead. |
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Fiery Veteran |
What are you? Why does your arm look like ours? |
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Puzzled Veteran |
Hold on... I’ve seen that face before. |
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GREGOR |
... Mostly on flyers and magazine covers, I’d bet. |
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DANTE |
<Gregor? Do you know them from somewhere?> |
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ISHMAEL |
... Not really important right now, Manager. Now's really not the time to be digging into the past. |
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Fiery Veteran |
That arm bothers me... But, whatever. Point is, I can’t let you through. |
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DANTE |
<Is that so. I suppose we can’t talk this out...> |
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RODION |
Anyways, shouldn't they at least cover those insect parts before coming out where people can see them? |
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RODION |
They’d make kids cry. Couldn't they have made their parts less conspicuous like yours, Greg? |
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GREGOR |
I’m a special case. The procedure makes those “buggy” parts grow on the head most of the time. |
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GREGOR |
Although... I’m not sure if I should consider myself lucky. |
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Yuri |
It feels like they’re trying to stop us from getting to the branch facility for some reason. |
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RODION |
Are they after the Golden Bough too? |
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Vergilius |
Maybe. |
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Vergilius |
They are many who seek the essence, after all. |
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Vergilius |
... And I'm sure they all have their own wishes. Isn't that so? |
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GREGOR |
Why are you looking at me? I'm just as lost as the others are. |
1-9: Guides
Pre-battle
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Charon |
We’re here. Charon knew the way all along. |
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Yuri |
No, no you didn’t! Sinclair and I were next to you the whole time pointing you in the right direction. |
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SINCLAIR |
I'm just glad you've finally learned how to tell southeast from northeast now, Charon. |
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DANTE |
<So this is... the old L Corp.?> |
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ISHMAEL |
This is my first time seeing it for myself, too... It can't have been long since "that" happened. |
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HONG LU |
My goodness... How does a building get this run-down? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Hah! So the posh lad can't even handle seeing a grotty place, huh? |
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Vergilius |
Cut the chatter. Off the bus, now. |
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DANTE |
<Huh, there are people over there...> |
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FAUST |
They’re Fixers from the same Office as Miss Yuri. |
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FAUST |
They are experienced explorers who have delved through the branch facilities of L Corp. a number of times. |
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Vergilius |
An introduction, then. The person on the left is Hopkins, and the one on the right is Aya. |
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Aya |
Hello~ |
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Hopkins |
Th... The... The— |
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Hopkins |
The Red Gaze! It’s—it’s such an honor to meet you...! I’ve heard so many stories of your deeds. To see you in person, it's... |
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Vergilius |
Ah. |
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Vergilius |
See the shabby warehouse there? That’s where the stairs leading down to the branch facility are. |
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Vergilius |
From there on, Yuri will be your guide. |
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Yuri |
... Yeah. |
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Vergilius |
These Fixers aren't rookies, either... Count on them to deal with any complications. |
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Vergilius |
That should be enough, yeah? This is as far as I can accompany you. I’ll be waiting back at the bus. |
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DANTE |
<Huh? Wait, what?> |
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Vergilius |
You’re sorely mistaken if you expect me to babysit you forever, Dante. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
You sayin' you’re gonna take a back seat while we do all the work? |
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Vergilius |
If I get myself involved, the expedition would be a little too free of challenge, wouldn’t it? It’d turn into a happy little tour. |
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GREGOR |
... In other words, you want us to come back red, black, and blue. |
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ISHMAEL |
That’s the sort of thing people say when they're hiding something... |
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Vergilius |
Think as you like. |
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Vergilius |
I got you guides and all—now go make it count. |
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Hopkins |
Yes! I certainly won’t disappoint you, Mister Red Gaze! |
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Aya |
I’ll try my best, I suppose~ |
1-10: Grade 8 Fixers
Pre-battle
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Vergilius |
... Dante. A word. |
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Vergilius |
Let me warn you in advance that the guides are only Grade 8 Fixers. |
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DANTE |
<Grade 8?> |
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Vergilius |
... It means they’re low-rank drudges, errands being their main tasks. |
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Vergilius |
Put them to use, but don’t rely on them. |
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DANTE |
<In other words, they're not dependable enough.> |
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Vergilius |
... You might be the only one on the bus I can talk to in any meaningful way. |
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Vergilius |
... Well, best of luck, Dante. |