Intervallo II: S.E.A./Story Episodes
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After a long, long journey through a tunnel,
we finally arrived at a place called the Great Lake.
Taking in the view of the coast and turquoise waters,
the Sinners begin excitedly chattering about what they want to do at the beach.
But… are we really here on vacation?
Of course, our destination was some squelchy, green, and fetid mudflat.
Though I can see the blue sea in the distance, if feels
as far away as a dream… buried in mountains of trash from who-knows-where.
What could we possibly be here for?
From mountainous refuse, out crawled crustacean creatures covered
in all sorts of scrap. According to Ishmael, they’re pretty infamous in the Backstreets of U Corp.
Speaking of which… I wonder what’s going on with her?
She’s been in the doldrums all day.
The pair called Mika and Rain seems to have been expecting us. I guess
the LCCB already informed them of our arrival.
Looks like we’re going to have to modify Mephistopheles
in order to get to our next destination.
We finally collected enough scrap for them to start working on the bus modifications.
I wonder if we can get some time off?
If we do… then I should try talking to Ishmael.
Taking Don Quixote and Yi Sang’s advice to mend the growing rift
between Ishmael and the other Sinners, I decided that we should all try out
a few rounds of beach volleyball.
Maybe this activity can be an opportunity to build some rapport.
The beach volleyball plan completely backfired…
Everyone has a scowl on their face as they fight off the trash crabs.
I have to do something about this…
We continued to collect scrap for a few more days.
I decided to watch as the Sinners got to work,
wondering what I could do about Ishmael and Heathcliff…
Nothing’s been resolved, but Mephistopheles’ modifications are almost complete.
Mika grimly requested that everyone gather to watch the test drive.
I’m glad that the modifications are finally complete…
but can we really press on in this state?
4.5-1: The Beach Episode!
we finally arrived at a place called the Great Lake.
Taking in the view of the coast and turquoise waters,
the Sinners begin excitedly chattering about what they want to do at the beach.
But… are we really here on vacation?
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DANTE |
<…Pretty sure I saw a road that looked exactly like this one 30 minutes ago.> |
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FAUST |
The way roads are built in the Nests and Backstreets is rather dissimilar. |
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FAUST |
If we were navigating the Backstreets, we would have been able to find a shortcut through the alleyways and corners… |
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FAUST |
But navigating a Nest in an automobile means driving through this absolutely abominable traffic congestion. |
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RODION |
I guess that’s why people with cash to spare spend it on W Corp’s WARP trains and such~ |
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DON QUIXOTE |
The WARP trains, they are… |
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SINCLAIR |
I-I think I prefer riding the bus… |
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MEURSAULT |
D'accord. |
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RODION |
Why don’t we all take a nice little nap like Heath? I’m bored to death just staring out the window. |
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FAUST |
We’re almost there. The road will free up once we exit this tunnel. |
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DANTE |
<That’s good. I can’t see much yet, but I’m glad we’re almost there…> |
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DANTE |
<Speaking of which, our destination was…> |
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DANTE |
<Don’t you think… it’s about time he started telling us where we’re going?> |
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FAUST |
Dante is asking where our destination is. |
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Vergilius |
Our current destination is… |
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Vergilius |
Ah. Our final destination is a Lobotomy Corp. branch located at U Corp. |
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ISHMAEL |
…! |
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RODION |
Mmmh… What was that, Ishy? You up? Ya spooked me. |
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ISHMAEL |
Oh… Sorry. |
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DANTE |
<Wait, so by our final destination, you mean…> |
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Vergilius |
We are currently headed to a temporary stop. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Woahhh! |
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SINCLAIR |
That’s…! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Do I behold the G-Great Lake yonder?! |
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GREGOR |
…Whew, now that's a sight I’ve not seen in a long time! |
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RODION |
Oh Greg, darling! You’ve been here before? I’ve only ever heard of this place, never been myself… |
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ISHMAEL |
Wait, wait… It can’t be my turn already…! |
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ISHMAEL |
I… No, we’re still not ready for this… |
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DANTE |
<Ishmael… you good?> |
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ISHMAEL |
N-no. Uh… give me a moment… I need some time to think… |
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DON QUIXOTE |
S-so, we are journeying toward the Great Lake?! |
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SINCLAIR |
I’ve only heard of the Great Lake but never saw it myself… So this is what it looks like, huh… |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Ooh… Perhaps our trying journey shall finally be rewarded with a seaside picnic! |
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HONG LU |
Aha~ I suppose spending a nice vacation here could be a fun experience! |
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YI SANG |
If we were permitted to rest, I wish to lie upon the summery sand and gaze up at the skies. |
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RODION |
I could use some nice tanning on a long bench~ |
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DON QUIXOTE |
I wish to try the game of beach volleyball! With everyone, that is! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Hah, sounds like the craic. |
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GREGOR |
Hey, guide bud. Are we really stopping at the beach…? |
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Vergilius |
What do you think? |
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Vergilius |
Charon. |
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Charon |
Gonna hitch wheels in a ditch. Screech. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Owowow… What treachery is this? An ambush?! |
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Vergilius |
No. This is our stop. |
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RODION |
W-what the… |
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DON QUIXOTE |
WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE WINGS?!!!! |
4.5-2: Mudflat Scrapyard
Though I can see the blue sea in the distance, if feels
as far away as a dream… buried in mountains of trash from who-knows-where.
What could we possibly be here for?
Pre-Battle
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DON QUIXOTE |
This cannot be… How art we to enjoy our vacaciones at a locale such as this? |
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GREGOR |
This may come as a surprise to you, Don Quixote… But Vergilius never mentioned that we’re here on a vacation. |
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RYŌSHŪ |
Well… it is rather quaint. NB. |
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RODION |
Aw~ What was the point of showing us that beautiful beach earlier, then? |
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SINCLAIR |
Right… I wish I never even saw the beach, then I wouldn’t be so disappointed… |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Hark! Right thither is the afreseen beach! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Wherefore art we not journeying in that direction?! Its air appears pristine, its skies clear! |
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FAUST |
Because that's not our destination. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
This cannot be… |
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DANTE |
<I had a feeling this was going to happen…> |
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DANTE |
<S-so, where is this, exactly?> |
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FAUST |
This is… |
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ISHMAEL |
…District 21. Backstreets of U Corp… Haah… Dammit, we’re really not ready for this. |
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FAUST |
…Yes. |
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DANTE |
<So that’s why there hasn’t been congestion since the tunnel? Because we’re not in a Nest?> |
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FAUST |
That depends on the Nest and their Backstreets, so such generalizations are not encouraged. |
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FAUST |
That seems to be the case this time, however. |
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HONG LU |
Is that a private beach over there? The water… its colors are very different from this side’s. |
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OUTIS |
I see. A boundary, as though hewn by a blade. Those are telltale signs of the place's nature… |
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FAUST |
Indeed, this is… |
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ISHMAEL |
…The Great Lake. That’s just how it has always been. You can assume that a well-maintained vacation spot like that… is usually Nest territory. |
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FAUST |
My explanations keep getting hijacked. |
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DANTE |
<Does this place count as the Backstreets when it’s so open?> |
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FAUST |
The definition of Backstreets isn't limited to literal streets between buildings. It refers to all territories within districts not embraced by the Nests. |
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DANTE |
<Right…> |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Look at all this minging rubbish, the place is in shambles. I’d be gobsmacked if this weren’t the Backstreets. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Oho! Behold, hither is a rather useful- |
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DON QUIXOTE |
…… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
What? Finish your sentence! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
…It moved. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
What? |
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DON QUIXOTE |
This radio… it moved! Do the radios of District 21 scamper about? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Wha… What are you on abou- Woah?! |
4.5-3: Trash Crabs?
in all sorts of scrap. According to Ishmael, they’re pretty infamous in the Backstreets of U Corp.
Speaking of which… I wonder what’s going on with her?
She’s been in the doldrums all day.
Post-Battle
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HEATHCLIFF |
Haah… So what are these bug-crab-things?! |
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GREGOR |
Hey now… What are you looking at me for? What makes you think I’d know? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
I wasn’t even gawking at you! You’re paranoid, that’s what! Can't even talk about bugs around this guy… |
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GREGOR |
Ugh… |
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ISHMAEL |
…They’re trash crabs. |
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DANTE |
<They’re what?> |
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ISHMAEL |
Trash crabs. They collect trash or scrap like that on their shells, and use them as their homes and weapons. |
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ISHMAEL |
They’re a tiresome lot… They ambush people working by the waters, attack those wandering in the area, and their numbers grow by the day… |
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ISHMAEL |
But they’re just one of the innumerable small fries of the Great Lake. What’s more important, and more treacherous, is… |
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DANTE |
<I-Ishmael?> |
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??? |
Hey guys~ Already hard at work, huh? |
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??? |
Mika, Mika! They’re our valued customers. Watch your manners… |
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Mika |
Oh… Okay, I guess? |
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RYŌSHŪ |
What’re those R&Ts? |
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SINCLAIR |
I think she’s calling them Rags and Tags… |
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Mika |
Rain, they’re calling us ragtags… Do I really have to watch my manners? |
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Rain |
Shh, shh… |
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OUTIS |
They could be enemies. You two! Identify yourselves! |
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Rain |
Have you not been informed about us at all…? |
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OUTIS |
No, not at all. That's why I'm suspicious of you two—coming up with seemingly plausible yet unverifiable identities… Like spies. |
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Mika |
I’m sorry, wouldn’t real spies come up with a more structured approach…? |
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FAUST |
Indeed. Outis, they are our cooperators who will be assisting us this time. |
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OUTIS |
Khm… Then speak sooner next time. |
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FAUST |
Pleased to meet you, Mika, Rain. We are LCB, also known as the Limbus Company Bus Department. |
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Mika |
Bus… Right. That’s what that person said, too—you guys are the bus blokes. |
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FAUST |
I was informed that the LCC Before Team was here first. By "that person", do you mean… |
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Rain |
Sorry, let me check the business card again… LCC…B. Right, all accounted for. |
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Mika |
Now that we’re clear, why don’t we continue this conversation back at the shop? Let’s take a look at that bus, too. |
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Mika |
This is an awkward place to talk, you know? |
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DANTE |
<We're… their customers?> |
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GREGOR |
Okay… Care to tell us what we're doing here? |
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FAUST |
Our destination, U Corp, is a Nest composed of various nautical structures. Therefore, Mephistopheles in its current form cannot reach there. |
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ISHMAEL |
And… the Great Lake’s environs are unpredictable. |
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ISHMAEL |
You’re going to need a ship… that can withstand such capriciousness. |
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Vergilius |
That's right. Which is why we sought out a contract with an adequate shop to modify the bus. |
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GREGOR |
Huh… Adequate, you say…? |
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Vergilius |
…Hmph. Let’s go in. |
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RODION |
Umm… Did our last staff dinner really hit the budget that hard? I thought we were allowed to eat as much as we wanted. |
4.5-4: The Boatwrights
the LCCB already informed them of our arrival.
Looks like we’re going to have to modify Mephistopheles
in order to get to our next destination.
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Mika |
Rain~ I’m going to take a look at this bus, so why don’t you get them to recepti— I mean, entertain the guests? |
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Rain |
…Okay. |
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OUTIS |
Hm. It seems to me that this workshop is capable of making more sophisticated modifications than it initially appeared. |
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Rain |
Ah, you recognize these? |
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OUTIS |
During the war, it was of utmost importance to have a general understanding of arms and gear workshops. |
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Rain |
Aha… |
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Rain |
W-what’s that sound? |
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FAUST |
…That was Mephistopheles’ scream… or the alarm, rather. |
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Mika |
I’m sorry! I think I did something wrong! |
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Rain |
Are those stomping noises also you, Mika? |
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SINCLAIR |
Look, outside! |
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MEURSAULT |
They appear to be of the same species as the one we encountered earlier. |
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SINCLAIR |
T-they do look pretty similar. |
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MEURSAULT |
Hm, they are not "pretty similar", they are indeed of the same species. |
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DANTE |
<E-everyone, outside, now!> |
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OUTIS |
Men, spread out! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Where do we have to get crackin’ this time?! |
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??? |
Its noggin, of course. |
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King Trash Crab |
Screeech! |
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??? |
Sit still... Quit strugglin’! |
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??? |
Hup! |
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King Trash Crab |
GUOOOOOOOOHHHH! |
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??? |
Hmph. |
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SINCLAIR |
I-is it fleeing…? |
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??? |
Ha! |
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??? |
Right, so you lot are… the bus people that fella mentioned? |
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FAUST |
Allow me to formally introduce them, with Olga this time. |
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FAUST |
They are from the Molar Boatworks, here to help us with 'modifications' for Mephistopheles. |
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Olga |
Woah… We’re getting a whole intro and everything? Color me flattered. |
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Rain |
Big Sis, they’re still our dear customers! We should watch our… |
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Olga |
Aw, come on! I didn’t do nothing wrong, did I? Bugger, I didn’t even do anything yet! |
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Rain |
Sigh… 'Yet' being the keyword here… |
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Rain |
Our business just opened, so there's nothing wrong with being a little careful. |
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Vergilius |
…I’d imagine the sudden switch in your career path couldn't have been easy. Was it manageable… |
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Vergilius |
…Olga, Grade 5 Fixer. |
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Olga |
Well~ |
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DON QUIXOTE |
F I X E R ? ! |
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Olga |
W-wha? |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Thou'rt a Fixer?! I thought I had caught scent of a noble one! Wherefore hast thou strayed from the path of a Fixer? The life of a Fixer must have been a grueling one, surely? Where was thy most prolific district?! Which Association and which test hast thou taken to rise to become a Grade 5 Fixer? A workshop exam at Tres Association, indeed? Hmm? Hmm? |
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Vergilius |
…… |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Fine, yes I understand…! |
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Vergilius |
I apologize, Olga. Soon there will be peace and quiet. |
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Olga |
The Red Gaze… |
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Olga |
Gree...tings? I guess? Blimey, it's been so long since I had to be so polite! |
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Vergilius |
Well, that's polite enough. |
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Vergilius |
It seems that people have been returning one by one from the books since the incident at the 'Library'. |
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Vergilius |
How was it for you? |
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Olga |
Same story here~ One moment I was like 'Huhn? Am I dead?' And next, I’m suddenly waking up somewhere around here! |
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Olga |
No Mika, no Rain, stomach hankerin’, thought I should grab myself a nosh, so~ |
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Olga |
…And uh… how’d it go again? |
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Rain |
A trash crab appeared, you fashioned a few things around you into a weapon, smashed its head in, turned it into a barbecue, Bob’s your uncle. |
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Olga |
And Fanny’s your aunt~ Tasted like arse, though. |
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Rain |
Then you started selling scrap metal from the back of those crabs. |
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Olga |
Haah~ Okay, Rain. How about I leave the storytelling to you, yeah? |
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RODION |
Hm~ That Olga lady’s got a pretty flippant personality, huh? |
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DANTE |
<Yeah, Rodya. Like someone else I know.> |
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RODION |
Uhuhu, I have no idea who you’re talking about~ |
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Olga |
Ohoho? What's this? That’s a… prosthetic head, innit? |
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Rain |
Big Sis, we’ll be here all day if you keep derailing… |
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Olga |
Tsk, okay. I gotcha, I gotcha. |
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Vergilius |
…Hm. So there wasn’t any particular order in which they were returned from the book. |
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Vergilius |
…The patterns have yet to reveal themselves to me. |
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FAUST |
…… |
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ISHMAEL |
…… |
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DANTE |
<I-Ishmael, so you’ve been here before? It looked like you recognized those crabs from earlier.> |
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ISHMAEL |
…Yes. Is that a problem? |
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DANTE |
<Huh? No… not really.> |
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DANTE |
<I’m just wondering how they taste. It sounds like people eat those crabs.> |
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ISHMAEL |
I can see plain as day what you’re trying to do with that inane question, but… |
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ISHMAEL |
I’ll entertain it anyway. Yes. I’ve had it more than a few times as crab chowder. |
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ISHMAEL |
It was a pretty digestible flavor, once I got past the vomit traveling back up my esophagus. |
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ISHMAEL |
Does that answer your question? |
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DANTE |
<Uh… yeah. T-thanks?> |
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SINCLAIR |
So… that thing is edible, huh… Eugh, it almost looks like an A-Abnormality or a Distortion. |
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DANTE |
<No, I don’t think that’s an Abnormality or a Distortion.> |
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SINCLAIR |
Really? Then… |
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FAUST |
Since Dante can distinguish between an Abnormality and a Distortion, they were able to tell without me explaining. |
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FAUST |
They are living organisms. Mutants, if you will. Theoretically speaking, there shouldn’t be any problem with ingesting them. |
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HONG LU |
Grandmother used to collect mutated animals, too. I’ve never seen anything like this one, though—what a priceless experience! |
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Mika |
Yep, so they’re pretty much our daily grub! |
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Olga |
Mika! So how much of it do we gotta work on ‘ere? |
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Mika |
You know, there's this thing that my father who worked in a workshop used to say. |
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Mika |
The whole shebang. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
What, all the way down to the engines, or something like that? |
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Mika |
No, not that far. …I won’t dare go tinkering with that thing, either. |
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Mika |
I saw the internals of the bus, and… it’s on a whole 'nother level of complexity. |
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Mika |
But yeah, pretty much everything else has to be changed. No floatation device, no propellers, no steering gear, nothing. |
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DANTE |
<So… what do we do now?> |
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FAUST |
This was to be expected. Please present us with a solution. |
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Mika |
Did the manager say something? Or do they just tick-tock sometimes? Well, anyway. |
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Mika |
We do have a plan to fix it. What we lack are the parts. |
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GREGOR |
Parts for the bus… What, do you need us to collect scrap or something? |
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Mika |
Yep, exactly. And from what I’ve seen so far, I’m certain you and your company are… cut out for the job. |
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Mika |
Defeat the trash crabs, and you should be able to collect the scrap they're carrying. |
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GREGOR |
…How many do we need to kill? |
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Mika |
Uh… a lot? |
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GREGOR |
Haah… Of course. That’s what we’re here for, isn't it? |
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Vergilius |
Precisely. |
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Vergilius |
Your job at this stop is to collect parts to modify the bus. It’s a far simpler and easier job than retrieving a Golden Bough. |
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Vergilius |
Now then, while I converse with our cooperators… |
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Vergilius |
Everyone, to the beach. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
That is no beach… |
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ISHMAEL |
…Yes, it is. Even that mudflat is a part of the Great Lake… also known as the sea. |
4.5-6: Makeshift Bus Mods
I wonder if we can get some time off?
If we do… then I should try talking to Ishmael.
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Mika |
Right, I think this’ll be enough for us to get started. |
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RODION |
Phew~ Can we rest now? Listen, I can hear my shoulders creaking with every move~ |
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SINCLAIR |
Rodion, can you stop that? It looks like you're flexing at them… |
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GREGOR |
Well, it’ll take some time to modify the bus, so we’ll at least have a few days to enjoy. |
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GREGOR |
Though… this place doesn’t exactly resemble a tourist attraction. |
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Mika |
Hm? Enjoy what? |
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RODION |
Huh…? |
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Mika |
I said it was enough to 'get started'. |
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GREGOR |
Which… means…? |
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Mika |
Which means you'll have to go collect more scrap, of course. |
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GREGOR |
How much… more, to be exact? |
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Mika |
Umm… about… five times the amount you've collected so far? |
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Rain |
Mika, we’re going to have to work on the rear wheels too. |
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Mika |
Sorry, seven times. |
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MEURSAULT |
Considering our current productivity rate, it seems that we will not be provided with adequate rest. |
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MEURSAULT |
Perhaps reducing the time dedicated to sleep would be contributive to our collective effort. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
N-no. This cannot be! We simply cannot!!! |
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RODION |
Hang on a sec, though~ How does collecting these pieces of scrap even help modify the bus? |
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Mika |
Of course, if we were simply bolting these scraps onto the bus willy-nilly, it wouldn’t amount to much… |
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Mika |
But using U Corp's Singularity to fuse the parts, we can make them work as though they were tailor-made for this bus. |
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RODION |
U Corp…? I thought their deal was some kind of a food packaging tech? |
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RODION |
You know, stuff that stops the contents inside from spoiling or changing in any way until you open the packaging? I used to eat a bunch of their canned food… |
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Rain |
Funny, Big Sis said the exact same thing. Some Nests have more than one way of using their Singularity, in case you didn't know. |
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FAUST |
…If the working principle is the same, one can always utilize the Singularity's fundamentals to patent a Singularity-based technology at A Corp. U Corp is not only known for its stasis preservation packaging but also for its resonance tuning fork. |
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ISHMAEL |
Resonance tuning fork… |
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ISHMAEL |
Just like that bastard… |
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ISHMAEL |
Entwined, fused with… things… |
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ISHMAEL |
And eventually devour them all… as though they've never even existed… |
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DANTE |
<Ishmael… What’s the problem?> |
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ISHMAEL |
Dante. You have to tell Vergilius immediately. |
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ISHMAEL |
Tell him that we have to collect the Golden Boughs of other branches first. |
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DANTE |
<Give me a moment, Ishmael… Are you okay?> |
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ISHMAEL |
No, no. We are not ready. We’re inexperienced, we don’t know enough about the Great Lake, nor about the whale… |
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ISHMAEL |
I know, I’ll help you out. I’ll help you make Vergilius understand. We shouldn't go there, not yet. I’m telling you, that place is…! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Blimey, what's gotten you goin’ mardy, eh? What, gettin’ collywobbles from the crab chowder or something? |
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ISHMAEL |
We all scraped through the same crab guts, but I’m totally fine. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
So what’s got you throwin’ a wobbly? This ain't the first time we're going in not knowing a nit about what we’re doing. We’ve been dead enough times to get used to it! |
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ISHMAEL |
Dying your way through a mission isn’t really something to be proud of, Heathcliff. |
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ISHMAEL |
If we were your average Fixers, we would've been dead and gone on our very first mission, our names scraped clean from whatever Association’s registry. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
You think me daft? I’ve had enough years toilin’ and brushing with death for the Syndicates of the Backstreets to know that I’ve got but one life! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
But it’s different now! Clockface’s here to bring us back every time! |
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ISHMAEL |
Don’t you think we've simply been lucky that Dante was able to bring us back intact? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
What-what’s up with this attitude? If an Abnormality cracks my skull, turn the clock and I’ll let it crack my leg next time. We can keep crawlin’ back until they’re smashed to pieces, no? |
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ISHMAEL |
Oh, so you think we’ve seen everything there is to see at this point? You know that’s not true. |
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ISHMAEL |
In the worst case scenario, Dante could turn the clock all day and not be able to bring us back! |
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ISHMAEL |
…What if we encounter something we can never come back right from. |
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ISHMAEL |
Especially that monstrous whale… Hah, nevermind. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Oh, don’t do that. Like I won't understand a thing. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
It narks me when you treat me like a stupid sod. |
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ISHMAEL |
…Ha. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
You-! |
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YI SANG |
Now, if you will allow me to inquire! |
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YI SANG |
Let us call to mind the various desires of ours that we so enthusiastically proclaimed on our journey here. |
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YI SANG |
It is true, there is still significant toil to be had. Yet it can also be said that we have accomplished a certain milestone. Perhaps a momentary respite is warranted. |
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YI SANG |
Isn’t that true, Dante? |
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DANTE |
<Yi Sang…!> |
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DANTE |
<Yeah, I agree with Yi Sang. I think we can slow down for a bit and do some team-building activities together, how’s that sound?> |
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Rain |
Sure, I think you guys can take some time off. |
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Rain |
We’ll let you know once we're ready. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Excelsior! In that case! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
I say that we partake in a game of beach volleyball! |
4.5-7: Beach… Volleyball?
between Ishmael and the other Sinners, I decided that we should all try out
a few rounds of beach volleyball.
Maybe this activity can be an opportunity to build some rapport.
Pre-Battle
| Speaker | Dialogue | |
|---|---|---|
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DON QUIXOTE |
I have witnessed it myself! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
There was, and I speak with certainty, what hath appeared to be a ball of sorts amongst the stranded trash! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
‘Twould be no puffery to say that ‘tis true injustice to deny ourselves merriment when a ball, able bodies, and beach all await us! |
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SINCLAIR |
Can we… really call this a beach, though? |
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GREGOR |
Don Quixote, I told you. We're not here for a vacation. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
That I am well aware, Dear Gregor! I appreciate thine advice, yet I simply do not have it within mine heart to deny such a proposal when an opportunity to bring us together presents itself! |
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GREGOR |
Yeah, okay. At least hold back that big grin next time, why don’t you? |
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YI SANG |
Yes, I am in agreement with Don Quixote. |
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GREGOR |
…Yi Sang? |
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YI SANG |
Upon reflection, I have no memory of engaging in such a sport with my fellows. |
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YI SANG |
I cannot say that I am particularly talented in games of the ball variety… but this appears to be as good a time as any to experience it for once. |
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YI SANG |
So let us partake in this game of volleyed balls. |
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GREGOR |
Sheesh… |
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ISHMAEL |
We’re so not ready… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…Hah. |
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ISHMAEL |
This isn’t the time to play ball games… We've been slacking too much as of late… Yeah, we were too lucky last time. |
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DANTE |
<…Let’s play beach volleyball.> |
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DON QUIXOTE |
A wise decision! I shall retrieve el balón~! |
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GREGOR |
Oh boy… |
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OUTIS |
This is a downtime activity designated by none other than our Executive Manager. Everyone, quit grimacing and accept it with gratitude! |
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GREGOR |
Okay, okay… Haah, I just hope I don't pull my back playing this game. |
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MEURSAULT |
I am aware of the rules and the specifications of this game. Allow me to draw the arena. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Now, let us commence! |
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YI SANG |
I-is this how the game is played? |
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RODION |
Yup, yup~ Ahaha, you’re pretty good! |
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HONG LU |
Hup! |
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GREGOR |
Oof. |
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ISHMAEL |
Meaningless, all of this… |
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OUTIS |
Khm… hah! |
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SINCLAIR |
Outis, I think that serve would’ve killed me if I hadn't dodged it in time… |
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OUTIS |
Consider this a part of our training. |
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RYŌSHŪ |
…… |
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DANTE |
<Ryōshū, you’re not supposed to hit the ball with your sword…!> |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Aha~! Forsooth!! I have received thy ball! |
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SINCLAIR |
Uh, uhh… hup! |
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ISHMAEL |
Haah, we’re wasting time we could be using to study the whales' characteristics… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…Ugh! |
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ISHMAEL |
Sigh… And we don’t even have a compass to guide us through the Great Lake… |
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MEURSAULT |
Hm. |
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ISHMAEL |
Damn it… and that bastard has still got to be alive, somehow… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…For fuck’s sake, woman! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Haah…? |
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DANTE |
<Did the ball just… pop?> |
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FAUST |
It most certainly has. There appears to be a field of plasma invisible to our eyes. |
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DANTE |
<A field of plasma…? Who put a field of plasma on a beach…?!> |
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FAUST |
A barrier of sorts, installed to separate the Nest from the Backstreets. Along the borders of every Nest are installations that serve the same function, though their specific methods may vary. |
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RODION |
Of course. There are always fences and whatnot to stop Backstreets residents from crawling into their precious Nests. |
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RODION |
But with that technology, they could've simply made the ball disappear without a trace, instead of leaving the torn mess. Which gotta mean… |
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RODION |
They want to enjoy watching clueless souls be ripped to pieces, I bet. Huh, glad the rich folk are having so much 'fun' with our lives. |
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FAUST |
…I have no comment to make regarding the device's particular purpose or its sadistic nature. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
I-it took me a whole hour of my time to procure us the ball… |
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GREGOR |
Brace yourselves. The sound of the ball popping attracted the trash crabs. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…We’ll have a chat after this. |
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ISHMAEL |
…… |
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DANTE |
<It’s all gone to hell… Why does this keep happening…?> |
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GREGOR |
Isn’t it about time you got used to this, manager bud? Come on, let's first take care of business. |
4.5-8: Dissolution
Everyone has a scowl on their face as they fight off the trash crabs.
I have to do something about this…
Post-Battle
| Speaker | Dialogue | |
|---|---|---|
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DANTE |
<Hey, Ishmael.> |
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ISHMAEL |
…Yes. |
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DANTE |
<Can we talk, at least for a bit?> |
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ISHMAEL |
Yeah. Whatever. |
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DANTE |
<It looks to me that you've been preoccupied with something ever since we got here…> |
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DANTE |
<You know, you’re not really participating in group activities and things like that.> |
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ISHMAEL |
Isn’t it obvious? There's something more important at hand, but they’re all busy enjoying themselves, playing this stupid game. |
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DANTE |
<Something more important… is this about the Great Lake?> |
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ISHMAEL |
Yes. |
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DANTE |
<That we, in our current state, shouldn’t go there?> |
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ISHMAEL |
No. |
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DANTE |
<Right… So, why do you think that we don’t have a chance against whatever is there?> |
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ISHMAEL |
I told you. We’re not ready. |
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ISHMAEL |
We’re going to need at least half a year to acclimate to the Great Lake and the things that are there. |
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ISHMAEL |
Or, we could try to gain more experience, enough to overwhelm our disadvantages. And that goes the same for you, Dante. You need to be strong enough to at least take care of yourself. |
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ISHMAEL |
Which I can help with. And Outis… I'm sure she can help with your training, too. |
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OUTIS |
…If push comes to shove, yes. |
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DANTE |
<W-wait. Wait.> |
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DANTE |
<Half a year, Ishmael…? We just don’t have that much time to spare.> |
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ISHMAEL |
Really? Is that why we were playing beach volleyball? Because we don’t have the time to spare? |
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ISHMAEL |
And… it's not like I’m saying that we should just sit on our butts and do nothing for half a year. I’m saying that we should visit other destinations first before coming back here. |
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FAUST |
That is impossible. Not every location of Golden Boughs in the Nests has been identified, and the Before Team hasn’t completed their preliminary surveys yet. |
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ISHMAEL |
Excuses. |
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ISHMAEL |
I've known for a while that you’ve had some fancy ulterior motive. |
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ISHMAEL |
…And whatever that is, this is a mistake you won’t ever forget. |
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FAUST |
…Perhaps. |
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DANTE |
<……> |
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ISHMAEL |
Gah, what a mess. |
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ISHMAEL |
In that case, we should at least map a detailed sailing route and plan out a combat strategy… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Prattling on and on and on… |
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ISHMAEL |
What’s your problem? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Shut your gob. Think you’re the only one struggling here? We've all died more times than we can count. Every single one of us! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
So I’m telling you that it'll work out again, somehow! |
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ISHMAEL |
And I’m telling you that the Great Lake is different. What if the manager drowns? What if that thing eats us and our bodies can't be recovered? |
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ISHMAEL |
Do you understand? This isn’t anything like we’ve been through so far! This could be the end of us! |
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ISHMAEL |
Then I… won’t have the chance to kill that bastard… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…Okay. Let’s say that you're right. If we go now, we’re all going to bite it and I won't be able to get Cath… I mean, get back up. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
So what’s wrong with faffin' about for a little while? What, are those whales working out or something? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
You’ve been mucking up the mood ever since we got here, so how about you use some bloody common sense to not bring everyone else down with you! |
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ISHMAEL |
That’s rich coming from you, Heathcliff. |
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ISHMAEL |
What 'common sense' do you have of the Great Lake? Have you even seen a whale? Since when were you such a know-it-all? |
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ISHMAEL |
What do you even know about a sailor’s life? Hah, how would you? All day you’re whining about your girlfriend or something, dozing off in the bus, or throwing a hissy fit once in a while! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…Quit it. |
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ISHMAEL |
It’s kill or be killed, by everything from the depths of the waters to the heights of the skies crawling and falling onto the deck… |
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ISHMAEL |
Innumerable natural disasters like acid typhoons, tuna tsunamis, cerebra storms, and multitude of other terrors of the lake I can't even recall the names of! |
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ISHMAEL |
And from the storms, high-waves as tall as mountains! Following that, those fucking monsters that wash up on the deck! |
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ISHMAEL |
Look away for a moment and your mate, whom you've trusted with your life, is slain! Everyone and every goddamn thing goes mad and are transformed into something else entirely on that abominable lake! |
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ISHMAEL |
It’s something that a pathetic lovey-dovey tenderfoot like you… |
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ISHMAEL |
…Won't ever understand, not after dying a hundred deaths. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
I told you to quit it! |
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ISHMAEL |
Ach… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
You don’t know shite about me, a prick like you! |
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YI SANG |
F-fellows… |
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ISHMAEL |
Aaaarrrgggh! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Woah?! |
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DANTE |
<I-Ishmael, wait!> |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…Yeah, what’ll you do? Bash my head in? Like I did you before? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Fine, kill me. No matter. I’ll be right as rain in a minute. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…I was a fool to think you'd be any different from me. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Hah, everyone's the same, after all. |
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ISHMAEL |
…! |
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DANTE |
<Ah…> |
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YI SANG |
I wished that I would not have to again be witness to such belligerency amongst friends… |
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YI SANG |
Yet, such quarrels among fellows is but an ineluctability, perhaps… |
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Olga |
Hyaah~ now that brings me back, watching them fight! We used to tussle just like they do now. |
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Rain |
Big Sis, shush! Shh!! |
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Mika |
Haah… |
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FAUST |
Dante, I neglected to mention this to you since we have not had a dispute like this since our first mission… |
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FAUST |
But you could be held responsible in the future for management failure, should a similar workplace conflict arise. |
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DANTE |
<I…> |
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OUTIS |
How does the fault lie with the Executive Manager, Faust? It’s those two fools who got into this senseless altercation. |
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FAUST |
Preventing senseless altercations between coworkers is a job of a manager. |
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OUTIS |
You… |
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SINCLAIR |
S-stop it, everyone… |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Indeed, such behavior ill fits the heroic nature of Limbus Company. |
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DANTE |
<Stop…> |
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DANTE |
<Guys. Enough.> |
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DANTE |
<Ishmael, Heathcliff.> |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…What. |
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ISHMAEL |
…… |
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DANTE |
<The two of you, stop working together for a while. Distance yourselves.> |
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DANTE |
<At least… at least until I can think of a way to deal with you two.> |
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HEATHCLIFF |
It’s not like I enjoy looking at her mug. |
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ISHMAEL |
…Ok. |
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Rain |
Okay, okay… We have an approximate quote now, so feel free to go collecting those scraps. |
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Sinners |
…… |
4.5-10: Troubled Waters
I decided to watch as the Sinners got to work,
wondering what I could do about Ishmael and Heathcliff…
| Speaker | Dialogue | |
|---|---|---|
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OUTIS |
You there! Connecting those parts will cause an issue with the intake fan! |
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Mika |
What do we do, then? That's like three separate wires. |
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OUTIS |
Amateurish. Allow me to demonstrate. |
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OUTIS |
Hmph, this is nothing compared to what I had to do back in the day, when I worked with the engineering corps… |
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YI SANG |
Miss Faust, do you by any chance possess any documentation of items that the Sinners may be partial to, or have preferences for in their personal information forms? |
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FAUST |
…We do not keep records of such details. |
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FAUST |
Yi Sang, as I have informed you repeatedly, it is the best policy as a Sinner to leave the decisions to the manager’s… |
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Olga |
Oiiyi~ There's nothing like booze and gettin’ right sloshed to mend a broken friendship! What, maybe you could try my secret weapon? |
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Rain |
No way… you mean the king trash crab brain wine that you've been talking about? |
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RODION |
Ooh… color me interested, actually. |
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YI SANG |
N-no… no, I don't think I will. I shall inquire them myself. Thank you still. |
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Olga |
Mmm, doubt it'll work~ |
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RYŌSHŪ |
SYNC. |
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MEURSAULT |
No, SILO would be preferable here. |
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RYŌSHŪ |
Tsk… hm? |
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RYŌSHŪ |
Ah, yes… Perhaps doing so while they're still alive would be a way of pursuing a new direction in art in the vein of an avant-garde spirit. |
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MEURSAULT |
My suggestion was not to inflict them further pain. Simply a more appropriate method of engaging in the culinary arts. |
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Mika |
I’m sorry, but… when's dinner? You've been having this same conversation for the last 30 minutes… |
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Olga |
Rain… I'm dyin’ here… I can hear the trash crabs going at it in my belly… |
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Rain |
Big Sis, please get a hold of yourself…! |
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RODION |
Kiddos! They're going that way! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
A child— |
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Trash Crabs |
Gwah! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
—I am not! Now, Young Sinclair! ¡El golpe de gracia! |
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SINCLAIR |
Gregor, I’ll take its left leg! |
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GREGOR |
Gotcha~ Hup! |
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HONG LU |
Woah, Gregor~! Are you showing off your rotisserie skills? |
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RYŌSHŪ |
Insipid. Your flames lack flair. |
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SINCLAIR |
W-wait! He’s just cremating it! |
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MEURSAULT |
It has been extracted. However, this can no longer serve its function as a proper source of nutrients. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
G-give it hither! I have consumed naught but 3 legs so far! |
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YI SANG |
…Ah! |
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YI SANG |
Heathcliff! |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…… |
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DANTE |
<Heathcliff…?> |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Ah, oi. That’s, uh… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
The guide and I had a chat. I’m okay now. |
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RODION |
Was it… really just a chat? |
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HEATHCLIFF |
…Ugh. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
J-Just drop it! I won’t trouble you lot… no more. That’s all. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
So uh… spare me some nosh? |
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Vergilius |
…A moment, Dante? |
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Vergilius |
Haah, well… As one-sided as this chat is going to be… |
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DANTE |
<……> |
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Vergilius |
As I’m sure you’ve already been told in brief… |
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Vergilius |
I conducted a little meeting with the two "problem individuals". |
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Vergilius |
You will see that the 'discipline' has proven effective with Heathcliff. |
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Vergilius |
While Ishmael’s case… hasn’t quite been resolved. |
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Vergilius |
Or to be more precise, there is no reason to resolve it. |
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DANTE |
<What are you talking about?> |
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Vergilius |
You must be asking what I’m talking about. |
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Vergilius |
I hope you aren’t expecting me to kindly explain everything to you. You will realize it on your own soon enough. |
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Vergilius |
After all, this… babysitting and fostering nonsense is not a part of my work, Manager Dante. |
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DANTE |
<I know you’re putting in extra work… and I appreciate it.> |
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Vergilius |
…I’d like it if I didn’t have to intervene anymore. |
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Vergilius |
You may consider the "talk" I voluntarily had with the two a small favor from me for your decent preformance recently. |
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Vergilius |
Now, I have remaining business with the Fixers of Molar Office. |
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ISHMAEL |
…… |
4.5-11: The Last Scrap
Mika grimly requested that everyone gather to watch the test drive.
I’m glad that the modifications are finally complete…
but can we really press on in this state?
Pre-Battle
| Speaker | Dialogue | |
|---|---|---|
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DON QUIXOTE |
Ooh! Do I behold with mine eyes the transformed bus? |
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YI SANG |
Would one call this a busboat, or a boatbus? |
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DANTE |
<I think I’ll go with busboat?> |
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SINCLAIR |
Where did the wheels go? We’ll need them again once we’re done with U Corp's District… |
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OUTIS |
A needless concern. Of course it has been modified to be amphibious, with both a boat form and a bus form. |
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GREGOR |
What is this, some kind of magic bus…? |
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FAUST |
The myriad of possibilities Mephistopheles holds means it has always been capable of various functions. Hasn’t Faust expounded upon this detail once? |
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Mika |
Now now, that’s enough of that… Let’s start it up. |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Gulp… |
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DANTE |
<Huh?!> |
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Mika |
Nhgh… I think we’re missing something. Maybe it’s the form transmogrifier that’s messing up. |
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RODION |
Yeow~ I thought my eardrums were going to burst. What could possibly be causing that noise? |
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Rain |
Mika… I think it’s that one part we had to make do with what we had. |
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OUTIS |
What was that? Did you just say "make do"? |
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Mika |
W-we didn’t have a choice! There weren’t enough parts in stock… |
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Mika |
There’s this one thing that was supposed to be irreplaceable, but the problem is… |
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DANTE |
<…!> |
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Rain |
…This wasn’t the sound of its engine, was it? |
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FAUST |
It’s the gigantic mutant we’ve encountered before. It’s headed this way. |
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YI SANG |
It is likely drawn here by the same clamor as afore. |
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Olga |
Hmm hmm, that’s good news~ |
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Olga |
That big boy has the exact part we’re missing on its back, don’t it? |
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Mika |
I-it does, I guess… |
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Rain |
Big Sis, are you really…? |
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Olga |
I am, really~ It’s that one expensive and tricky to manufacture part, isn’t it? |
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Rain |
Don’t you remember the way it killed the employees of other boat workshops? |
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Olga |
Well, that’s because it crashed into us, not because we were hunting the bastard for parts. |
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Olga |
But now~ I have these lads and lassies to help us. |
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Olga |
Besides, it killed the people that helped us start Molar Boatworks from our bum days, didn’t it? Looks like this is just the time to give it a right smashing down its noggin. |
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Olga |
And make me some more wine outta its brain juice, too… |
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Rain |
…Big Sis? |
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RODION |
C-can we get some, too? |
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SINCLAIR |
Wha, what do you mean, "we"? |
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Mika |
Hmm, this king trash crab is supposed to be a few years old. So it has to be the same one from earlier. |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Anyway… all we need to do is catch and kill that prick, innit? |
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Olga |
Right on~ |
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HEATHCLIFF |
You heard ‘er, clockface. |
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ISHMAEL |
Let’s not. Isn’t this better for us? |
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DANTE |
<Ishmael?!> |
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RODION |
Gee, Ishy… Where have you been all this time? |
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ISHMAEL |
I was making preparations for our survival on the Great Lake, obviously. |
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ISHMAEL |
The least I can do is make an exhaustive guide on whales you can study up on, right? |
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RODION |
You know I don’t read that kinda stuff… |
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ISHMAEL |
Then I’ll keep reminding you until you have no choice but to read it. |
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ISHMAEL |
See, manager? We still need more time. There is so much more to prepare. |
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ISHMAEL |
That king trash crab can be repelled, can’t it? Then let’s do that and finish modifying the bus later. With more time in our hands… |
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DANTE |
<Ishmael… I’m not sure. My lack of memory doesn’t help, of course, but…> |
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ISHMAEL |
…… |
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DANTE |
<I don’t get what you’re so scared of, or what we’re supposed to be preparing for.> |
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DANTE |
<As much as I want to respect your opinions and reflect them… I don’t think this is the best for all of us. So—> |
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ISHMAEL |
There is no "all of us". |
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DANTE |
<…Huh?> |
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ISHMAEL |
Let’s be honest here. Is any one of us devoting themselves for the sake of this "all of us"? |
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ISHMAEL |
We all signed a contract with Limbus Company for our own goals. I did, Yi Sang did as we saw last time, and all the other Sinners did. |
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ISHMAEL |
Aren’t we only in this together to achieve our personal aims? |
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ISHMAEL |
And you, too… |
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ISHMAEL |
You’re forcing yourself to look for those Golden Boughs, things you’ve probably never heard of once in your life, just so you can get your memories back. |
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ISHMAEL |
You have a more selfish motive than anyone else here, so why do you pretend like you’re doing anything for all of us? |
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OUTIS |
How dare you raise your voice against— |
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Vergilius |
Enough. |
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OUTIS |
…Tch. |
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Vergilius |
Ishmael. I believe I made myself clear during our meeting. |
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Vergilius |
The 'contract' comes first. |
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ISHMAEL |
…The contract, huh. |
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ISHMAEL |
Sure, this is a company I’m working for. Of course it does. |
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ISHMAEL |
Fine, I’ll abide by the oh-so honorable contract. Manager. Give me your orders, and I’ll follow them. |
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ISHMAEL |
So, if there’s anything you want from me from now on, state them. Clearly. |
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ISHMAEL |
I won’t get out of line by providing unsolicited help or explanations any longer. |
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DANTE |
<……> |
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ISHMAEL |
What are we waiting for? Weren’t you going to order us to go kill that giant crustacean? I’ll gladly obey as it is stipulated in the contract, Manager Dante. |
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DANTE |
<…Let’s go.> |
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DANTE |
<…!> |
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Post-Battle
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Mika |
C’mon… Get working… |
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Olga |
Ohh, we’ve got ‘em now! |
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Mika |
Phew… Looks like our job’s done. |
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Rain |
And… lucky you, the tide is in. You should be able to set off now. |
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Mika |
Now, then… Switch to boat mode! |
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DON QUIXOTE |
Oooh?! It transforms thusly, then! |
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Mika |
I’ve got to say, I have great admiration for whoever designed this vehicle. I heard stories of it, but to see it in motion firsthand… |
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Mika |
If you tried, it could most certainly change into other forms, as long as the core is intact. |
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Mika |
How can such a core be real? I’m just… amazed, for lack of a better term. |
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FAUST |
Indeed, Faust is amazing. |
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Rain |
Alright, now… Get in your vehicle. You can switch the mode again once you’re in the water. |
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Rain |
Mm. It’s sailing, all right. |
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Olga |
Does that mean we can get paid and go out for a meal now? |
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Rain |
We actually got our money a minute ago. As soon as we fulfilled our end of the contract, a delivery Fixer from Devyat Association came by and paid us the remainder. |
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Olga |
Oho~ Our contractor turned out to be a pretty big deal, huh? |
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Olga |
Hot damn, now that’s a catch! How about we take a break from trash crabs and splurge for some pork? Pork belly barbecue! |
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Rain |
Sounds good, Big Sis. |
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Olga |
Hahaha! …By the way, Mika? |
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Mikga |
Yes? |
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Olga |
When did we add a submersible mode to the modifications? |
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Mika |
We… didn’t? |
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Rain |
The ship looks like it’s listing… |
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HEATHCLIFF |
Oi! Get the water out, quick! |
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SINCLAIR |
Buckets! Where are the buckets?! |
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YI SANG |
I have found a hole! This must be… |
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RYŌSHŪ |
T.D. |
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Charon |
We’re off, glub glub. |
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ISHMAEL |
Sigh… |
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Rain |
…I’ll get the lifeboat. |
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Mika |
Guess we should also prepare penalty fees to pay… |
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Olga |
Haha… We’re so screwed. |
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