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| You're here early |
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* Dancing on a razor's edge, you know the drill by now.
* Curried some favour with the labcoats, got 'em out of a bind with management, so hopefully they're not gonna be too motivated to look into all the bullshit I've been spitting out.
* How 'bout you, that card I gave you still working? You get something good? |
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| Yeah, it at least smells good |
| I tried to but you never really know until you start eating |
→ | No, I figured I'd mix things up and get something bad this time |
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* Hahah--! See, it's that kind of innovative forward thinking what's why we put you on dinner duty. |
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* Great news, by the by, new opportunity's come up.
* Just before I clocked out, we got some kinda message from the High Consul Squarck herself.
* She's calling a big meeting tomorrow, all staff. Everyone in the facility packed in the one room. |
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| Good for her...? |
| Wait. I'm stupid. |
→ | And that means the guards won't be at their posts. |
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* Exacta-fuckin'-mundo.
* Which means you'll have free rein of the building!
* We're gonna need that, cause for my daring plan to get the fuck outta here we need a Yellow Keycard.
* I'm entrusting with you the noble task of swiping that shit. |
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→ | How am I getting back in? Another crate? |
| Sounds like a plan |
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* Same way we got you out, mate!
* Make use of the Empire's robust public transportation options and sneak you through with me on the employee tram. |
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| You're underestimating how risky this is going to be |
| Gods. You make it sound so simple. And for some reason, I keep catching myself believing you. |
→ | Am I also going to get captured thrice in a row this time? |
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* Orright, you cheeky bastard!!!
* Sit down and let's eat dinner already. |
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* Mmmm. Shit, this is good. |
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* These gonzo fuckin' dinosaur blokes might be utterly cooked socially politically and institutionally but fuck, the cuisine.
* Gotta be the best noodle-oriented dinner construct that's touched my tastebuds yet. |
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| It's a pretty unique mix of flavours |
→ | I don't know about that. I've had better. |
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* The fuck you have?
* Guess I shouldn't be surprised, that island you came off must've had some real fuckin' splendours of heaven the way God herself was shitting in the compost. |
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| Something like that |
| Gods, not from there |
→ | No, other places. From before I lived on Hollidae. |
| I couldn't even tell you what the food on Hollidae tasted like. It was like ash in my mouth. |
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* Before, ay...?
* I assumed you'd a' been born there, but that doesn't much check out in hindsight, does it?
* I'm betting you didn't exactly seek the place out, neither. |
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| The only one born there is the Goddess herself. The island is bound to her. |
→ | I hit a squall on the water. I think my boat capsized...? Next thing I knew I'd washed up on the beach. It's hazy. |
| The girls were all invited, they had the courtesy of recieving a vision first |
| Let's stop talking about me. It isn't nice. |
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* Orright, now I'm fuckin' curious.
* You had a boat? |
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| Don't get your hopes up, it wasn't a big one. More of a sloop. |
→ | Yeah. I spent a lot of time traveling. Wandered all over the world. |
| It's been a while since I thought about those days... |
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| I went to many a distant land back then. Stranger than you'd know, more similar than you'd think. |
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| I worked whatever odd jobs I could get in exchange for room and board, but my real calling was... preaching, you might call it. |
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| Wherever I went, I would tell tales of the Outer Pantheon. All the minor gods, beyond the big two. I tried to spread word of their deeds so someone would remember them, since they so rarely speak for themselves. |
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| It was a quiet way to live. I rarely had company between one town and the next. Maybe it was lonely, but I usually didn't mind. It gave me... room to think. To be truly aware of the world around me. |
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→ | Anyway, this food, huh? |
| What am I on about |
| This isn't important. It's the past. You don't need to hear any of this. |
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* Don't think I've heard you talk that long before.
* You'd do good with a podcast, spinning stories like that.
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| Don't give me that look!!!! |
| Can already feel the blood rushing to my ears, augh |
→ | Don't get used to it |
| You know I'm not usually all emotional like this, right? You're not gonna see me differently now? Right? |
| I'm prattling on like it's one of the Goddess' deep and meaningfuls. What's wrong with me. |
| That was maybe kind of nice... |
| Stupid. |
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* Awww, shoulda kept my gob shut!
* Just you wait, mate, I got my ways. Squeeze another ramble outta...
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