The Index Proxy - Effloresced E.G.O::Procuration Don Quixote/Identity Story

Speaker	Dialogue

??? ???	... Whoever... art thou?
??? ???	Hm.
The Index Proxy ???	I was bidden to introduce myself a Proxy of the Index, the one who will guide you to an abode of your dwelling.
The Index Proxy Yi Sang	Or perhaps you could call me "Yi Sang" should that be to your preference.
The Index Proxy Yi Sang	Hermes—hm, I meant to say—the Prescript. By the Prescript's own implication, extrapolated from its wording... a Second Kindred you must be.
??? ???	"Second... Kindred?" Whatever art thou referring to? And... my fellow Fixers here have warned me that I mustn't leave the confines of this—
The Index Proxy Yi Sang	Hm... there is little cause for you to be so fixated on these so-called Fixers and the things they utter.
??? ???	A-and why is that?
The Index Proxy Yi Sang	Because they do not have the answers.
The Index Proxy Yi Sang	I, on the other hand... can give you the only answers—only the answers.
??? ???	H-how is such a thing possible?
The Index Proxy Yi Sang	Hm... you endeavored to lull even the beckoning aroma of blood to silence. Thus, were I to speak upon a plane within your grasp...
The Index Proxy Yi Sang	You might wish to think it this way: it is thanks to this device—the Great Magicked Beeper.
The Index Proxy Yi Sang	Here... do you see it? Its beeps and bleeps carry along certain words to be displayed...
??? ???	Ooh... Ooooh!!

The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	R-Rocinante... V-verily, I deem this not the right path...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	I w-wish to set forth anon and fulfill the task of which m-my master hath laid upon me...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	And yet, the G-Great Magicked Beeper is still...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	…….
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Ah!
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Th-this is it!
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Nngh... Master, the c-ciphers, verily, they appear too intricate...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Should I, by mischance, let them slip from my memory, would I then be lost to this place forevermore?
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Be at ease, for naught here calls for your concern.
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Once you have carried out the Prescript, the Great Magicked Beeper will lead you back home.
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	You need only gallop on to where the Prescript points, astride the saddle of Rocinante the faithful.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	…….

The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Pray... w-wouldst thou open this door for me?
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	'Tis locked, forbidding my passage.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Nngh... 'tis a grievous hindrance indeed. I would f-fain step within...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	…….
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Hark, Rocinante. To c-cast all caution aside and ch-charge forth with reckless abandon... 'tis a thing most unwise.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	I... I am not well-versed in the s-speechcraft of persuasion, but...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	A-ahem.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Um... I am a-already aware of thy presence within.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	P-perchance these lifeless bodies have struck fear into thee...?
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	F-fear not, friend. Thou needst not q-quake so. These were but unkind s-souls—most unkind.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	A-as I observed upon my way hither... I did notice th-the researchers here to be... uhm, kind. Aye, they were kind, forsooth, each and all of them.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Verily, I am q-quite fond of those who are kind! I p-pray thee, open the door. I sh-shall do thee no harm...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	…….
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	…….
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Has aught gone awry? You look as though you are sunken beneath a heavy gloom.
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	It mirrors the memory of your disappointment a few months ago when you told me that the just and heroic Fixers inked in pages failed to take flesh among those you met.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	W-well...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Th-the other compatriots of m-mine at the House of Spiders...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Th-they lend not their ears unto m-my voice... All they do is bully me.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	They are always vexed by my s-stammering tongue, and c-cut me off even though I h-haven't finished speaking...
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Don't let yourself be saddened overmuch.
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	They are all... fierce of character, with a singular disposition.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	I meant only... to c-converse with them awhile.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Would they b-but speak as kindly as thou dost, my kind master...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	I... I cannot understand w-why they are so eager to wound m-me with their sharp words.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Wh-wherefore... Wherefore dost thou not answer me?
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	... Th-thou...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	So thou hast resolved to... to not open this door.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	D-denying it shall profit thee naught.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	... The Great Magicked Beeper h-hath made known to me all thy designs.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Ah... it c-cannot be helped.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Th-there is one I must needs meet.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	My m-master would have it so, and I do wish it as well. 'Tis a fate p-preordained by the Great Magicked Beeper.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	... Thus, thou art in the w-wrong... for denying m-me entry.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Decide.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Unlock.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Transcend.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	H-hast thou the conviction?
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	The absolute, unbreakable c-conviction on the definitions of Good and Evil?
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Many are those who have come to accept the Prescripts.
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Those who gladly wear the blindfold of faith in service of the Prescripts are, indeed, also quite prevalent in the ranks of the Index.
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Yet, the efflorescence of your E.G.O signifies a conception of a most unusual perspective within you.
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Your conviction lies beyond the mere acceptance of Prescripts, beyond ordinary fatalism.
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Only when the infinite verisimilitude of one's own immanent yearning and the Prescript is attained, that the procuration of one is akin to the procuration of the other...
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	... does the will of the Prescript become one's own ego.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	T-then, hath mine efforts finally begun to shine through?
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Nay, that is not entirely correct; for endeavors to shape one's own cerebration are oft exercises in futility.
The Index Nursefather Yi Sang	Hm... An apt explanation would say that such a state is not something that can be consciously striven toward.

The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Y-yet I have it.
	If only blind, obsessive faith were the therapy to one's soul... the lives of City dwellers could have improved, if to a nigh-indiscernible degree.
	One cannot blossom an E.G.O merely by believing in or by adhering to the delineation of Good and Evil as defined by the Prescript.
	To quote a certain child... it is possible only when the infinite verisimilitude to one's own immanent yearning and the Prescripts are attained.
	Like a looping echo...
	... the Prescripts and the child's consciousness must interlock with the infinitesimal difference.
LCE Researcher	... These security walls are useless without the emergency defensive systems, huh... She ripped right through it.
LCE Researcher	But as long as I have this E.G.O Gear...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Thus spake my Master:
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Bring the outfit of the one who walketh the path full of dazzling colors... the path intent on thwarting all attempts to memorize it.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	'Tis by great fortune that I found it in time.
LCE Researcher	Attunement level at 70%... With this, I can...
	The researcher, who lost all will to fight as soon as he saw the child tear through the security wall, raised his Attunement level with the E.G.O.
	He must've been rather optimistic about his chance of survival and escape, especially with an E.G.O extracted from the wayward child.
	However...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	…….
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	30 seconds.
LCE Researcher	Gah...!
	The distorted and pulverized vibrations of the City contain more than just the present.
	In the flutterings of anticipation lies the future... and in the reverberations of regret the past.
	Thus, in between the myriad vibrations...
	... are faint frequencies that have escaped the laws of causality, captured then by a god of the City and written into Prescripts in which causes and effects are enmeshed in disarray.
	It has-It might-It may have actualized-actualize-actualized...
	The echoes of fate.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	"K-kill all the doors of the c-ceiling."
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Thou hast fled a-above mine head.
	Effloresced E.G.O::Procuration.
	That E.G.O, which is a proxy of ■■■, a god of the City, is quite similar to a Distortion.
	A concept, perceived as "Prescripts", ■—
	Oh. This isn't yet…
	Effloresced E.G.O::Procuration.
	Just as it was the case with the Nursefather of the Index, whom the child follows as her "Master..."
	... it is interesting, how even the E.G.O that bloomed from her own heart is but an... imitation of something else.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	There are no attachments or s-sentimentalities when M-master kills.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	P-prithee, I beg thy understanding that there is no ill-will to my killing of th-thee just the s-same.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	M-much b-blood hath been spilled on my cloak.
	His head smashed to unrecognizable mulch, the researcher slumps to the floor.
	The child takes the E.G.O gear off the dead researcher for herself before looking around helplessly.
	She has come across a fork in the road: a choice must be made.
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	U-uhm. To sally forth, or to r-retreat...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	I would much prefer to s-sally forth, yet...
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	...!
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Th-The Great Magicked Beeper hath spoken! I am to sally forth!
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Hee hee. H-hast thou borne witness to it, O Rocinante?
The Index Apprentice Don Quixote	Once again, the Will of the P-Prescript did align with mine own.