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Gil: ...no. It very definitely is not alright. Gil: It's not alright at all! Gil: In fact, the more I think about it, the worse it gets!! Gil: Are you kidding me?! Gil: THIS SO ISN'T FUCKING ALRIGHT! Sally: Uh...wow. You think you know a guy, huh. Sally: I- I- I mean, I kinda get it. Science is a risky business. Sally: Who hasn't accidentally burned down a house? Or two... Jones: Yeah, I feel like this is kinda on a different level. Jones: From what I can understand, at least, I'm spacing out a bit. Gil: Yeah, no! Don't try to excuse this behavior, this is SO not okay! Gil: I'm amazed that you guys are all as cool with this as you are! Gil: Have you SEEN topside?! It's like a freakin' leper camp up there! Gil: Because of THIS GUY! Sally: Well, come on now. Sally: Sure, it's a Numeralian thing I guess, but it isn't BECAUSE of him. Jones: Yeah, I mean, there's no way to know that it was him specifically. Maybe he was just doing what the higher ups said. Gil: Oh, well that would be even better, huh?! Gil: Causing mass death and disease just because you're too stupid not to follow any instruction given to you like some kinda golem! Jones: Hey, don't diss golems, man. Jones: Golems are cool. Gil: WHATEVER! Gil: Anyway, you guys have doubts?! You have questions?! Let's just ask the man of the hour, why don't we?!
>Gil: Ask Alpha if there's a cure.
Gil: YOU. Nerdburglar. Alpha: Once again, I ask you to refrain from touching me. Alpha: It is uncomfortable. Gil: No, shut up. SHUT UP. Gil: You don't get to talk about being "comfortable". Gil: Look around you. The people frozen into statues over there didn't get to ask for comfort, so you don't either. Alpha: I do not see the logical connection of these two things. Gil: Shut it. Gil: Now: will you fix this? Gil: And I don't mean "can". Don't give me that bullshit, I know you can. Gil: All the people on the surface, suffering at your hand. Gil: All these people down below, trapped in this nightmare. Gil: WILL. YOU. FIX. THIS. Alpha: Theoretically, I could indeed create some variety of acid to dissolve said crystals. Alpha: In addition, shutting off the golem guarantees no further cases. Alpha: However, this is far too lengthy of a process and I am on a schedule, so- Gil: GREAT! Gil: Okay, so that's just awesome. Next question. Alpha: You are still touching me. Gil: Why the HELL didn't you pick this up before?! Gil: I know you Numeralians, you have everything connected. Gil: SOMEONE must've been keeping tabs on this thing and did squat when it started hurting people. Why?! Alpha: You are correct, the problem has been known for some time. Alpha: However, to simply correct it would deprive Numeralia of necessary data relating to the golem's function. Alpha: Thus, a sample size of several months of operation was required in order to best-
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Gil: THAT'S IT. Gil: I've heard enough out of you.
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Acolyte: Hey! Acolyte: Gil, what the heck?! Alpha: Y-y-you...struck me. Gil: No kidding, huh? Gil: I was hoping you would at least stop talking. Gil: Must be losing my touch. Acolyte: GIL! Acolyte: Why'd you hit the guy? Acolyte: I keep telling you, that's not what we do! Gil: Why'd I hit the guy? Gil: Why aren't YOU hitting him right now?! Gil: In case you've been sitting in the corner playing with yourself for the last half hour, allow me to recap:
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Gil: Alpha here is the reason this entire city's been infected with this crystal plague shit! Gil: It's all his fault! It's not some monster or some bug, HE is the infection! Gil: And on top of that, he DELIBERATELY dawdled in coming here and caused hundreds of deaths and disfigurements! Gil: All so he could just get "more data". Gil: AND NOW HE'S JUST GOING HOME! Gil: No attempts to cure anyone, no apologies, not even admitting to anyone that Numeralia was the cause of the problem! Gil: This is a straight up attack on foreign soil, as far as I'm concerned. Gil: This guy is a terrorist of the highest caliber.
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Acolyte: Yeah, I- I get all that and it sucks and all, but why are YOU so riled up, Gil? Acolyte: I didn't think you cared about this town. Sister Embers: Quite. I had perceived you as not possessing an inherent sense of morality. Gil: Hey, screw you guys, okay? Gil: I've done some bad stuff in the past, sure, but I always gave people a chance. Gil: I never did...this. Gil: Sitting in some room a hundred miles away treating people's lives like numbers. Gil: It's sick. Gil: As far as I'm concerned, this fuck's just getting what's coming to him. Sister Embers: Thief, I must remind you that we still require the services of "this fuck" to reach our destination. Gil: Yeah, you mean reach YOUR destination. Gil: But guess what? I'm not WITH your dumb cult, I'm just tagging along until something catches my eye. Gil: And this is something that I think needs to be taken to the Steel Court itself. Gil: And guess what? Raise your hand if you have the royal authority to do so! Gil: Yeah, that's what I thought. Punk-ass bitches.
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Gil: Alright, asshole, you're under arrest. Gil: By the power vested in me by- y'know, my Dad I guess, you're detained for crimes against humanity. Alpha: P-please cease touching me! Alpha: I am very uncomfortable currently! Sister Embers: Thief, we do not have time for this! Sister Embers: A lengthy court battle would only complicate things! Gil: Oh, don't worry, it won't be lengthy. Gil: No lawyer could save this prick. Gil: Hey kid, can you go get some handcuffs? Gil: I know we don't have any, but the Truth guys might. Go ask them. Gil: I'll keep this guy under control for now. Sister Embers: Thief... Alpha: Please let go of me, I do not want this, I do not feel comfortable being touched!! Alpha: Please cease touching me at once or I will have to use drastic measures! Gil: God, will everyone just SHUT UP?! Gil: I'm telling you right now, this is for everyone's own-
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Alpha: SECTION 7, PARAGRAPH 8: "PHYSICAL CONTACT"!!! Alpha: NUMERALIA IS A NO-TOUCH CULTURE. PHYSICAL CONTACT IS HIGHLY DISCOURAGED BETWEEN VISITORS AND NUMERALIANS!!! Alpha: PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO LEARN OUR CUSTOMS AND RESPECT THEM TO AVOID CAUSING CONFUSION!!! Alpha: THANK YOU!!!
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Gil: Ah. *cough* *cough* Gil: Reginald, why don't we have dinner out on the veranda tonight? Gil: Perhaps we'll spot Father out for his evening constitutional.
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Sigma: Er... Sigma: I am not certain that that was- Alpha: No! Get away from me! Alpha: Clearly you have been contaminated by surface influence if you are spending time around these savages! Alpha: As a matter of fact, all of you maintain your distance! Sigma: O- okay. I was simply- Alpha: I do not care. Alpha: Here is what is going to occur: Alpha: I shall gather my data, then I shall leave. Alpha: Do not attempt to follow me, any of you, until at least one hour has passed. Alpha: We will not see each other again.
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Alpha: I understand now. Alpha: I thought I could reach you. Alpha: It seemed as though you were grasping the possibilities of human progress. Alpha: But the information about the surface has proven to be accurate. Alpha: You are...enemies of science. Unnecessary. Alpha: People like you are why the Founders had to flee persecution on the surface. Alpha: You are the ones who would destroy all of the world's scientific achievements simply to further your personal needs. Alpha: I was warned of this, but I never fully understood it until this moment. Alpha: Well, I will let you know that you will not win. Alpha: Science, progress, and labor will make all of you obsolete. Alpha: It is nothing more than well-calculated fact.
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>Sister Embers: Don't forget your long-term goal here.
Sister Embers: *sigh* Sister Embers: I must admit, you disappoint me, Alpha. Sister Embers: I had hoped that Numeralians would not act in such a rash and illogical manner, yet it appears my hopes have been dashed as usual. Sister Embers: Perhaps in this cruel world it is best to hope for nothing at all. Sister Embers: At least then my expectations would be correct every time.
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Alpha: Wh-what? What are you talking about? Sister Embers: What else? This emotional outburst you are having, of course. Sister Embers: One small hitch in the plan and you immediately begin cursing us all? Pathetic. Alpha: But...he struck me. Sister Embers: Quite so. Sister Embers: But you must understand that the thief is an idiot. Sister Embers: What is further, he had numerous warnings from me not to carry this out, yet he ignored them all. Sister Embers: You cannot blame the whole for the actions of the individual. Sister Embers: It is very simple. Alpha: But you are in the same group as him. Alpha: That must mean your implicit support of his actions. Sister Embers: We maintain a contract with the thief. Sister Embers: As long as he is...somewhat useful to our group, he is free to roam and do what he does with no express confirmation from us. Sister Embers: Nothing more, nothing less. Sister Embers: I hope that the situation between you and us can remain similar. Alpha: Well, I- Sister Embers: Please allow me to finish. Sister Embers: As I was saying, personally I find your statements reprehensible. Sister Embers: However, there is nothing that matters to me more than accomplishing my mission: something I am certain you are familiar with. Sister Embers: Currently, that is reaching Numeralia. Sister Embers: To that end, we have maintained a contract with you. Sister Embers: We aid you in reaching this room, and you aid us in reaching Numeralia. Sister Embers: Now, through our aid, you are standing in this room. Sister Embers: It would simply be logical to maintain your side of the deal. Sister Embers: So, what are you, Numeralian? Sister Embers: A perfect logical being as you claim to be? Or simply a man, driven by emotion and bias?
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Alpha: I...yes. You are correct. Of course. Alpha: I am sorry, I do not know why my behavior changed in this manner. Alpha: Very unfortunate. I will diagnose it later. Alpha: For now, let us refocus our efforts on returning to Numeralia. Sister Embers: Excellent. Sister Embers: I believe there is still a way to the surface via these tunnels and then the sewer system. Alpha: Yes. We will look. Sister Embers: One more thing: will the thief be alright? Sister Embers: I do not care personally, but it would be quite an annoyance if he were dead. Alpha: He will be fine. Unless his heart has stopped. Gil: *nghh* Alpha: Which it has not. Good. Let us go.
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Jones: Uh...wow. That was brutal. Jones: One hell of a verbal beatdown. Sally: Yep, Sister Embers is pretty awesome. Jones: Wish our team would have more victories like that. Sally: Yeah, it must suck to not have any mentors around. Sally: You guys just wandering around confused and alone. Sally: You wanna join up with us? And the offer ESPECIALLY extends to you, baby, don't worry. Jones: Hey, we have a cool mentor! Jones: Sort of! Jones: He's old and he's got an eyepatch and he's fought your Sister Embers a bunch and won, too! Sally: Uh-huh. Suuure you do. Sally: That totally isn't someone you just made up on the spot. Jones: He is SO real! Jones: Hold on, let me get out my scryer and- Jones: ...ah crap, I left it with Sigma, huh. And she's probably in no mood to give it back right now. Sally: Hah, nice, Mr.Forgetful. Left it in your other pants. Jones: Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll get it later and you'll see. Jones: Let's just get out of this cave before I forget about anything else.
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Rick: Hey guys! Heck of a fight, huh? Rick: That monster sure had a tough hide! Worked up a sweat pulling my sword out. Rick: What are we talking about?
>Some climbing later.
Gil: ...look, all I'm saying is it's possible. Acolyte: It really isn't. Gil: Yeah, well you're a biased source because you don't want to think about it. Gil: But it's totally viable! Gil: She's the right age, she's grumpy just like you, you go everywhere together... Gil: It'd make for a great reveal!
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Acolyte: "Great reveal" or not, Sister Embers is NOT my grandmother! Acolyte: I only met her when I turned, like, 18. Gil: So? I only met my grandpa, the old King, when I was like 12. Gil: Granted, it was at his funeral, but still. Gil: That was a shitty party, man. Having thousands of people around you who are all sad is no fun for a kid. Acolyte: Well, whatever you might think, I'm pretty sure Sister Embers isn't related to me, you, or ANYONE in this group right now, man. Acolyte: It's astronomically improbable. Gil: Yeah, I know. I just like making conversation. Acolyte: And judging by the topic, you're feeling better already, huh? Acolyte: Not mad at Alpha anymore? Gil: Oh, no, I'm still extremely pissed. Gil: But while I was twitching on the floor back there on the precipice between life and death, I had some time to think. Gil: And life's too short to hold grudges, y'know? Gil: And what Jones said is true anyway, he's probably not even responsible for this. I gotta go higher if I want to voice my complaints. Acolyte: Yeah, literally. I still can't believe we're going to Numeralia. Feels like just a couple of weeks ago we were talking to the God of Truth in Veriton. Gil: Yeah, crazy how much can happen in barely any time. Gil: Anyway, I believe in karma, y'know? Gil: If Alpha deserves to get punished, he's gonna get what's coming to him. Acolyte: Hopefully after we get to Numeralia. We still require his services right now. Gil: Hey, look at you. That's like something Sister Embers would say. Acolyte: Yeah, that's a side effect of constantly being around her: I can usually turn it on if I have to. It's neat. Gil: It's freaky is what it is. Acolyte: Yeah, sort of.
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Rick: Alright, here we are, the surface. Seems pretty straightforward. Jones: Yeah, except for the obvious part. Jones: Namely: how the hell do we get Hal back out? Rick: I dunno. Rick: I'm not even sure how he managed to get in. Rick: Is that why so many of the rungs are broken? Jones: Yeah, we may need some brain power for this. Jones: Frankie, ideas? You've been dozing off since way long ago. Frankie: Shut up, thinking. Frankie: ACTUally, Rick! Frankie: I have a thing to tell you about Hal! Something really important! Jones: Hey now, come on, now's not the time. Frankie: No, seriously, I want to tell him. It'll drive me nuts otherwise. Rick: No, no, Jones is right. Now ISN'T the time. Right now it's time for me to do something I should've done a long time ago. Rick: Are you ready, guys? Jones: Oh, right, yeah. Jones: Fine, let's get this over with.
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Rick: Aw, c'mere you guys. Rick: I am SO glad you're alright! Rick: Sorry I delayed the reunion hug, a lot of stuff came up. Jones: Yeah, yeah. Jones: C'mon, big guy. Jones: What are you, a tree? What's with all the sap? Rick: Hey, you said you'd start taking the reunion hugs more seriously. Jones: And YOU said we'd never have to hug standing in raw sewage again. Jones: So I guess we're both liars, heh. Rick: Ha, I guess that's fair. Rick: Heh heh. Jones: Hee hee hee.
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Rick: Ahh, good times. Rick: Anyway, Frankie! Rick: You had something you wanted to tell me about Hal? Frankie: Hm? Oh, right! Frankie: Listen, Rick, the thing about Hal is- Frankie: I mean, he's- Frankie: Uh-
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Frankie: ...he, uh, got a little scratched up helping us out. Frankie: On the side of his helmet there. Frankie: We were gonna try and buff it out before you noticed, but we figured it'd be best to tell you. Frankie: Sorry for keeping it a secret. Rick: Jeez, THAT'S what you were so pensive about? Rick: C'mon, don't worry about Hal. Rick: The guy's a beast! Rick: You should see us go catfishing. Frankie: Yeah, I guess it's not that big a deal. Frankie: I probably just wasn't thinking straight, heh. Jones: Yeah, probably. Jones: Hal's fine. Jones: Aren't ya, buddy? Jones: Tell us if you're okay.
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Frankie: ...what? What's with that face? Frankie: Come on, no way. Frankie: I just know what Rick's like. Frankie: Didn't want him to cry all the way home. Frankie: Quit it! Frankie: Go climb up out of that hole or something, ya dingus.
>Several climbing-based shenanigans later.
Gil: Ohh dear God, sweet Mother Earth. Gil: I have never been so glad to see pavement. Gil: I could kiss you right now, Earth. Gil: But I won't. Because you're filthy. You really need a shower, Earth. Gil: Hmm? What's that? Gil: No, I still love you. You know I do. Don't worry.
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Gil: Yo, what's with the congregation? Gil: Kinda wanted to stretch my legs here. Sister Embers: I do not wish to be this close to you either, thief. Sister Embers: But it appears that our progress has been...
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Sister Embers: ...somewhat impeded.
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Acolyte: Death Watchers? Why are there so many? Jones: Who knows? They get up to all kinds of crazy shit when nobody's watching. Jones: Maybe this is just...what they do, and we caught them in the middle of it. Alpha: Interesting creatures. Numeralia has yet to research their origins fully. Sally: Officers, chefs, dock workers... Sally: I think damn near every Death Watcher in town's here. Sally: What the hell are they doing? Sigma: Perhaps-
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Sigma: Ahh!
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Death Watcher: in Death Watcher: fec Death Watcher: tion. Death Watcher: infection. Death Watcher: infection. Death Watcher: terminate. Death Watcher: infection. Death Watcher: terminate.
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Death Watchers: Infection. Terminate. Death Watchers: Infection. Terminate. Death Watchers: INFECTION. TERMINATE. Death Watchers: INFECTION. TERMINATE. Death Watchers: INFECTION. TERMINATE.
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Death Watchers: INFECTION. TERMINATE. Death Watchers: INFECTION. TERMINATE. Death Watchers: INFECTION. TERMINATE. Death Watchers: INFECTION. TERMINATE.
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Acolyte: Huh. Acolyte: Y'know, Truth had a way to talk to the God of Logic, right? Acolyte: He called him for us. Acolyte: And all we're trying to go do is to ask about Argaleth. Acolyte: So...couldn't we have just asked him to let us talk to Logic? Acolyte: Probably could've saved us a lot of time. Gil: I hate all of you so goddamn much.
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Post by wolftamer9 on Jul 20, 2018 16:53:46 GMT
> Don't fight. Gil, they're asking for Alpha to cure them. Obviously not curing them would be the more costly and inefficient option at this point, right? You could fight, but you'd be risking your lives, including the nerd man's. Obviously curing them is the best solution. OBVIOUSLY.
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Post by Options on Jul 21, 2018 1:25:25 GMT
Fighting out isn't going to work... Gil might be able to ask for the Boss and negotiate. Sigma might be able to convince Alpha that some sort of cleaning up needs to be done. Its not good scientific practice to not clean up the lab after your experiment is finished. And how did they get Hal out of the sewers?!
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Jul 21, 2018 22:41:42 GMT
> Gil: You have an in with death, remember? I mean, it'd be hard to forget.
> Ask Death to call off his goons.
> Rick: STRIFE.
> Jones: No! Definitely NOT Strife!
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Post by randomwriter on Jul 22, 2018 1:13:58 GMT
>Gil, contemplate actually sacrificing Alpha for a second, before getting the Death Watchers to chill for now.
>Sigma, make your way to the other side of the group! Being closer to the subject of hostility tends to result in damage from missed attacks.
>Rick, STRIFE
>Jones and Frankie: DO NOT STRIFE
>Embers, ponder Gil’s connection to the Death Watchers.
>Alpha, prepare taser.
>Acolyte, ready shield!
>Caroline, observe.
>Sally, ready gauntlets.
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Post by ten11 on Jul 22, 2018 7:57:03 GMT
>Sister Embers: Open up a portal beneath the whole group leading somewhere that isnt here.
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Post by tailortf on Oct 10, 2018 6:55:17 GMT
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Acolyte: So...plans? Gil: What about them? Acolyte: Well, does anyone, uh, HAVE one? Acolyte: Because we kinda need one right now. A lot. Sister Embers: Simple. We fight until the bitter end. Acolyte: I'm not against that. Acolyte: Well, actually, I'm pretty against that. Acolyte: Mostly because I don't think we'll win. Acolyte: No offense, Sister Embers, but there is a LOT of Death Watchers. Sister Embers: Yes, I suppose I see your point. A backup plan may be necessary. Sister Embers: Perhaps I could open some kind of portal. Sister Embers: There are not many directions available here, but we could always go down. Gil: Oh great, back into the sewer? Gil: No, no way. My laundry bill is already through the roof. Gil: Step aside, chumps. Time for me to clean up this mess. As usual.
>Gil: You have an in with Death, remember?
Gil: Yeah, yeah, no need to tell me twice. Gil: Let's just get this over with, I'm probably missing lunch. Acolyte: What? Gil, what are you doing?! Gil: What's it look like? I'm being awesome. Gil: Either that or dying, I don't know yet. Figure it out later, I guess. Acolyte: Yeah, I think I know which one of those is more likely right now! Acolyte: Stop it! Sally: Just...just let him go, dude. Sally: It's for the best. Acolyte: Like heck it is! Acolyte: You're only saying that because you hate him and want him to die! Sally: Well...yeah. Wasn't that obvious? Sally: When I said "for the best", I meant, like, our best. Sally: As a team.
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Death Watcher: INFECTION Death Watcher: TERMINATE Gil: Fuckstick, I'm not in the mood for this. Gil: I'm here to talk to your boss. Death Watcher: oh Death Watcher: ok Death Watcher: good luck, he's pissed Gil: Great. Gil: ...man, look at yourself. Gil: You used to be a person, right? Gil: And now you're just some weird...thing. Gil: Standing around being used as a mobile roadblock. Gil: How's that make you feel? Death Watcher: could be worse Death Watcher: could be you right now Gil: ...wow. Death Watcher: burn Gil: That's not even untrue and I'm still mad.
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And...here I am. Wading through a sea of freaks. Sometimes I wonder if I chose this life. Obviously, then I remember that OBVIOUSLY I didn't. No sane person would choose to do this shit for a living. I didn't want any of this. All I want out of life is to run a nice hotel. Where I can steal people's stuff while they sleep. I'd have to bribe them to not tell anyone about it, though. Would the costs of the bribes be offset by the stolen goods? Maybe if I only allowed rich people. Oh, but then the hotel itself would have to be really fancy, and THAT would also cost-
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Frankie: What the hell are you doing? Frankie: ...besides screaming like a little girl, I mean. Gil: Frankie?! Jesus Christ! Gil: You can't sneak up on me like that, you know! Gil: I'm jumpy as it is AND have a history of SEVERE drug abuse, you don't know what could happen! Gil: How'd you even get out here? Frankie: I saw you leave and just snuck away while everyone else was arguing. Frankie: It's not hard. I know how to talk to Death Watchers just as well as you. Frankie: Anyway, to reiterate: what the hell are you doing? Frankie: I'm hoping you're not just planning to ditch us, though that's a strong possibility. Gil: No, I... Gil: ...well, I'm going to go talk to their, uh, leader. I guess. Gil: See if we can resolve this peacefully. Frankie: I'm not too sure the mayor can resolve this in time. Frankie: Trust me, I've been dealing with the guy for like a week now. Frankie: Total. Weenis. Gil: Hey, I'm the one who told you that. Frankie: Oh, who even remembers anymore. Gil: Anyway, that's not who I meant. Gil: I mean their REAL boss. I can't really say more than that, probably. Frankie: Well then I'm coming with. Frankie: Because now I want to see what you mean. Gil: I don't know if you're...uh...allowed? Frankie: When has that ever defined anything we do? Gil: Good point. Gil: Come on, follow me.
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Death Watcher: roadblock Death Watcher: move along Gil: Yeah, I know. We're going. Death Watcher: move along Death Watcher: road's blocked here Gil: I know! We're leaving right now! Death Watcher: stop Death Watcher: roadblock Gil: We're not even coming from the right side! Frankie: Look, pal- Gil: Just...just don't. Gil: It's not worth it.
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Frankie: So...this "boss" of yours. Frankie: Where exactly is he? Frankie: Like, do we need to look for him? Gil: He's not MY boss. Well, not yet, anyway. Gil: And never. Nobody's the boss of me. Gil: And nah, I think he'll just find us. Gil: If we just keep walking, we ought to spot- Gil: Ah, there we go.
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Death: You look different. God of Truth: Yeah, thought I'd dress up. God of Truth: Ain't every day I get ta' do somethin' out on the town. God of Truth: Ya think it looks nice? Death: I do not know. I have no reference. God of Truth: Sure ya do. You fellas all wear clothes, don't ya? Death: We do not. God of Truth: Wh- you're wearin' somethin' right now! Death: These are merely parts of my body. Death: If it makes you feel any better, your clothing is excellently maintained. God of Truth: Yeah, thanks. God of Truth: I asked Karen 'bout it. Ya know what she said? God of Truth: She said I looked fat. God of Truth: Now that just ain't a way to talk to a fella. Death: You are fat. God of Truth: Well yeah, I know. God of Truth: But it's just bein' nice, y'know? God of Truth: I swear, that woman was a lot more fun 'fore she- God of Truth: -well, 'fore she got a whole bunch a' reasons not to be, I s'pose.
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Gil: Well, well. Isn't this cute and not weird at all. Frankie: I...don't even want to know. Frankie: So I'm not gonna ask. Frankie: It's possible coming here was a mistake. Gil: NOW she figures it out. Frankie: So what, you're just gonna go talk to them? Frankie: No prep, nothing? Gil: How would you even "prep" for this situation? Gil: You know me, I improvise. Gil: Off I go.
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Gil: The hell are you two doing? Are you on some kinda date? Gil: Because I kinda thought you and TB had an arrangement going. Gil: Living together in that tower. God of Truth: Hey, I'd never- Death: We are here because I have heard that humans are calmed by less formal environments. Death: Thus, this was the closest available location for a discussion. God of Truth: Yeah. God of Truth: And since this is a human-god discussion, and I'm a bit 'a both, I'm here to arbiterate- God of Truth: Arbiterarate- God of Truth: Arbit- to keep an eye on things. God of Truth: That, and this here place used ta' make the best fish stew in the country a hundred years back or so. God of Truth: Interested in seein' if that's still the case. Gil: So I AM missing lunch. Dammit. Gil: Well, before you guys start, how about you tell us why the rest of my team is currently being stared at by a bunch of blank-eyed bald baby people? Gil: It's only common courtesy. Death: They are not looking for your team. Death: They are looking for justice. Death: During the course of this plague, many Death Watchers fell to its' effects, as well as many humans they were possibly close to. Death: I do not control them completely, remember, not if I choose not to. Death: Thus, upon learning of who was responsible, they fell into a rage and congregated upon your location. Death: And frankly, I do not see why they are in the wrong. Death: It would be very simple for you to hand over the individual in question for punishment. Gil: Yeah, maybe in your eyes it is! Gil: But guess what: Alpha may be a douchebag, and he may be someone I don't like too much, but he's still human. Gil: And I'll NEVER trade a human being's life for whatever you weirdos are proposing. Gil: Sure, people suck, but at least you know where you stand with them. Gil: You, in the meantime, are just some weird, cryptic, vaguely threatening thing, and I'm getting sick of you getting into my business. Gil: So you can just take your little private army and shove it STRAIGHT up-
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Frankie: Hey, remember how before I asked "what the hell are you doing"? Frankie: Well, congrats, you've graduated from Frankie's School of Utter Befuddlement. Frankie: Now you're a certified "what the shit is wrong with you"?! Gil: What? Gil: ...I was negotiating. Frankie: THAT'S what you call negotiating?! Frankie: You can't just flop your dick out onto the table and tell everyone to go to hell, dude! Frankie: There are rules to this stuff! Frankie: Aren't you a prince?! You should know this! Gil: Well, hey, in my defense, I stopped learning about all that royal crap when I was like 15. Gil: And since then, most of my negotiations have been, uh... Gil: ...kinda one-sided.
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Red: DAVE WANTS HIS MONEY, CHIEF! Red: DAVE WANTS HIS GODDAMN MONEY!!! Blonde Gal: Uh, Red? Blonde Gal: That guy's been dead for, like, 15 minutes now. Blonde Gal: You're just shakin' dead bodies at this point. Blonde Gal: Which is totally cool with me, but just lettin' you know.
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Frankie: I apologize for my associate's behavior. Frankie: He isn't used to having to talk to people in a way that doesn't make him seem like an asshat. Frankie: Now then, I have been thinking on the subject and I believe I am prepared to offer a solution that is acceptable to both of us while minimizing casualties. Death: I am listening. Frankie: Good. Frankie: Now, here is a fact I believe has not been brought up yet. Frankie: I've done my research and all current cases of this plague have, fortunately, been contained to Grey Soil City. Frankie: And upon talking to Mayor Greene, I've found that, while somewhat behind, he is still keeping up his protection payments to the Church of Truth. Death: How is this relevant? Frankie: It is very directly relevant! Frankie: Everything that happens in this city is Church business, including this plague, which we have established is artificially constructed. Frankie: Thus, this entire situation is a case of a failure in Truth-Logic relationships. Frankie: As has been established by the Truthbearer at the very first Convergent Convention through the Numeralian treaty, any surface transgressions undertaken by Numeralia or its' citizens are to be resolved through the Church. Frankie: Thus, my solution is quite simple: Frankie: As the head representative of the Church of Truth in Grey Soil City, I sincerely apologize for this mistake. It will not occur again. Frankie: I will send a team of my top- Frankie: A team of representatives of the Church to Numeralia, where they will extract a proper retribution for this action, be it monetary or through community service. Frankie: You, in the meantime, will withdraw immediately. Frankie: Are these terms acceptable?
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Death: ...very well. Our side agrees to your terms. Death: As has been confirmed by the Arbiter present, we will withdraw immediately and take no further interest in this case. Death: Thank you for your time. Frankie: Always happy to see justice- Frankie: Ow. Ow ow oww. Frankie: Done. Death: Is there an issue? Frankie: Ehh...no. No, not at all. Good day to you, sir. Death: Hm. Likewise.
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Frankie: God, freakin' vice grip handshake. Frankie: THERE. Now THAT is diplomacy. Gil: Alright, fine, I'll admit. Gil: I probably wouldn't have been able to do that myself. Gil: As quickly. Frankie: Yeah, you BETTER be impressed. That was terrifying. Gil: I thought you handled it well. Frankie: Mhm. Frankie: Brief and to the point. Just like my mom would've done it. I think. Frankie: ...based on what I've read in textbooks, at least. Frankie: Now come on, let's go meet up with the rest of the peanut gallery before they mess something up.
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Jones: ...they're not coming back, are they. Jones: Just left us to die. Jones: Freakin' Frankie. Rick: Guys? Rick: If we do actually die here, I have a confession: Rick: You two are my best friends and I love you. A lot. Jones: That's...not a confession. Jones: It's just a nice thing to say. Jones: Thanks, but it's not really, like, a secret. Rick: It doesn't have to be a secret! Rick: Just something you think you should say! Jones: Right, well, I do actually have one. Jones: You know that "festive" blindfold you got me for New Years' last year? Jones: I didn't not wear it because it got lost. Jones: I just didn't like it. Sorry, dude. Rick: Aw, really? I thought it was great! Jones: It was red and green, man. Jones: It had little reindeer on it. Jones: I think you made it out of a sweater. Rick: Well, yeah! That way your face never gets cold in the winter! Jones: Yeah, but the itching- Jones: Wait, something's happening, they stopped yelling.
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Death Watchers: sorry Death Watchers: thought you were someone else Death Watchers: false alarm guys Death Watchers: back to work
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God of Truth: Aw, leavin' already? I ain't even gotten my water yet. Death: I do not require food. God of Truth: Yeah, but ya could at least keep me company. Death: Unfortunately, I must report this. Death: Perhaps some other time. God of Truth: Oh please. God of Truth: Them fellas saw the whole thing anyway since it was on the lens. God of Truth: They're lookin' at us right now! God of Truth: Coo-ee! Enjoyin' the show? Death: I believe you have been asked to not do that anymore. Death: It complicates matters. God of Truth: Yeah, well, I ain't a big fan 'a bein' spied on, but they still do that, hmm? Death: I suppose so.
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Gil: Man, that was stupid. Gil: At least it was quick. Frankie: Yeah, no kidding. Frankie: Hey, I forgot to ask before. Frankie: This "boss" of the Death Watchers. Frankie: Kinda stupid, but is it...? Gil: It's probably who you think, yeah. Frankie: Well. Frankie: Guess now I know what to look forward to at some point in the future. Frankie: I gotta tell you, Your Highness. Frankie: If there's one thing about hanging out with you? Never boring.
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Acolyte: Well, I'm not sure what just happened, but at least everyone's alright. Rick: Well, except for Francine and that red guy, but they seem to be able to take care of themselves. Acolyte: Yeah, that's exactly what I was gonna say. Acolyte: Hey, look at that, I guess we think alike. Rick: I mean, sort of, yeah? Acolyte: Sure we do! Acolyte: And, you know, now that we've had a minute to breathe, maybe we can talk! About...stuff! Rick: Well, we HAVE been brought closer by this experience. Rick: Y'know, physically. We're actually face to face for once. Acolyte: Exactly! Acolyte: So, are you thinking what I'm thinking? Rick: Hmm.
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Rick: ...are you thinking "this large open space is a sweet arena for our final once-and-for-all deciding battle"? Rick: Because that's what I was thinking. Acolyte: What? No. Acolyte: No, no, no. Acolyte: No more deciding battles, for the love of-
>Rick: Strife!
Rick: FINALLY! Rick: ONCE AND FOR ALL, WE GET TO COME UP AGAINST OUR RIVALS ONCE AGAIN! Rick: THE SPIRIT OF TRUTH HAS ORDAINED FOR US TO BATTLE THEM HERE! Rick: TEAM, ARE YOU READY?! Rick: GET IN FORMATION! LET'S SHOW 'EM WHAT FOR!
>Jones: Definitely do not strife.
Jones: Uh...no. I don't think we'll be doing that. Sorry, man. Rick: Aw, come on, really? I was all pumped up for it and everything! Jones: Yeah, and I get that, but we're just in no state to fight. Jones: Besides me not knowing what "get in formation" or "show 'em what for" means. Jones: Hal has a cracked helmet, you've probably got a concussion... Rick: I AM feeling a bit concussed. Jones: Yeah, see? Jones: That, and people are tired after all that crap down below. Jones: Me. I'm tired after all that crap down below. Frankie: I can't really go for it either, sorry. Frankie: Normally I'm a big fan of Rick plans, but this time around it just doesn't sound good. Frankie: What are we talking about? Whatever. Frankie: I've got news! Ones you might even like this time! Rick: Alright, fine, no fight. Dang.
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Rick: Okay, you heard them, no fighting. Rick: Call off your men or whoever. Acolyte: I...didn't have any, but okay, let's say I did. Acolyte: Now that that's done, can we just sit down and talk it out? Acolyte: Discover all the things we have in common and stop chasing each other? Acolyte: PLEASE???
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Rick: ...TEAM HUDDLE!! Rick: FIVE MINUTES! Rick: NO TIME TO THINK EVERYONE TEAM HUDDLE NOW Acolyte: Oh goddammit! Acolyte: Okay, fine, everyone huddle! Acolyte: We gotta do it too now or else we'll look stupid just standing there!
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Jones: Alright, so. What's the plan? Rick: Uh...I'll be honest, my plan was "call a team huddle and have someone else do the plan". Rick: I'm not sure where to go from here. Frankie: I'll tell you where we go: straight to the mayor's office. Frankie: We got rid of the plague! We're heroes! Frankie: We could get all kinds of privileges from that. Jones: Well, I DO like privileges. Jones: But that's kinda far, I dunno. Jones: I'm not sure where we are, actually. Frankie: Well, you guys better think fast. Frankie: I'm pretty sure those guys would totally try to take credit for OUR work. Rick: Really? I don't know if that's fair to say, Francine. Rick: I mean, they're not good guys, sure, but I don't know if anyone could be THAT evil.
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Gil: Alright, so we're totally taking credit for getting rid of the plague, right? Sally: What? No, that'd be a dick move. Sally: We'll just say we did it. Sally: I mean, that's...kinda true. Sally: If it wasn't for us, Alpha never would've gone down to the caves on his own, right? Gil: Don't know, don't care. Gil: I just want my picture in the paper without a gil amount written under it. Gil: Those guys are already heroes, like, all the time. People love the Church. Gil: Maybe it's time we get some of that action. Gil: When's the last time you got pampered, Embers? Sister Embers: That is irrelevant. Sister Embers: In terms of how to proceed... Sister Embers: I would like to hear what you have to say, acolyte. Acolyte: Wait, really? Acolyte: But you never listen to my ideas, Sister Embers! Acolyte: I'm not even mad at this point because it's been so long that I'm used to it. Sister Embers: Your performance has been admittedly impressive lately. Sister Embers: Perhaps you will be able to select a reasonable course of action for this situation. Sister Embers: I am curious. Gil: Well, if you guys are doing that, you better do it fast. Gil: We're kind of in a hurry here. Sally: Yeah, exactly. Sally: This is a big deal, too, giving advice to your superior. Sally: Wouldn't want to mess it up and leave me as Sister Embers' favorite. Sally: No sir. A lot of pressure. Tick tock. Acolyte: Okay. Uh. Acolyte: What we could do is, well... Acolyte: Maybe...
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Sigma: Huh. Sigma: Say, do you ever feel...left out? Alpha: Hmm? Alpha: Ah, the threat has cleared. Good. Alpha: I did not hear you initially, I was filing my incident report about this event. Alpha: What did you say? Sigma: Uh...nevermind. Sigma: I'm sorry. I must not have seen your screen. Alpha: Newer interface models do not require a screen. Alpha: It was superfluous from the start, really. Getting rid of it was the only way to proceed. Sigma: Oh, okay. I didn't know that. Sigma: I'll...let you get back to your work.
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You feel awful. The first other Numeralian you've met in months is going to leave soon and you haven't even had a proper conversation. Then again, what would you even talk about? It doesn't seem like he's all that interested in speaking to you.
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Frankie: Aw come on, girl, don't give up! Frankie: This is the first cute guy you've met in how long and you're just gonna walk away? Not a chance! Frankie: Besides, what are they going to do if you screw something up? Exile you twice? Frankie: Take a chance, honey. Sigma: Yes, well, that would be quite easy to say if we were talking about someone from the surface. Sigma: But this is a Numeralian! The rules are so different back home! Sigma: I...don't know if I'm allowed to talk to him.
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Rick: Oh please, the rules at home are never something that should hold you back! Rick: You remember what I told you, right? Rick: Life is an adventure! You can't just wait until you're 100% sure about something, just go and do it! Rick: Rush headlong into decisions without considering the consequences! It's the best! Get a timeshare! Sigma: Yeah, but- Sigma: Wait, I've studied surface culture, this is wrong. Sigma: Isn't one of you supposed to be negatively coded and giving me bad advice? Sigma: You can't BOTH be Founders. Frankie: Yeah, that IS odd. Frankie: It's possible you simply don't have anyone you perceive as a negative enough influence in your life for that.
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Sigma: Well, look, I really do appreciate what you guys are trying to do, but it's not going to happen. Sigma: It took me years to feel better about myself being an exile, and he's probably a completely fresh Numeralian! Sigma: He doesn't even look over a year old! Sigma: He wouldn't even be interested in looking at me, let alone a conversation. Sigma: I'm disappointed as well, but let's just drop the subject. It isn't something that is necessary to bring up again. Sigma: I am perfectly happy being down here on the surface. For...the rest of my life. Yes.
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Alpha: Odd. Alpha: Postscriptum: analyze mending substance for potential adverse effects on the brain. Alpha: Hallucinations have been observed in exposed specimens. Alpha: End log.
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Post by randomwriter on Oct 10, 2018 21:23:14 GMT
>Rick, don’t take any credit. You just followed those guys down there, and hey! They might not be super evil. Well, besides the red eyed woman.
>Hal founder hallucination, appear to give Sigma some important and life changing advice, before being interrupted by Embers.
>Sister Embers, interrupt Sigma and drag her into the huddle. While Alpha is a horrible person, Sigma is not, and has successfully aided you before, wether in your infiltration of the tower, or in the mines below Hector’s bar.
>Acolyte, maybe give credit to someone else? And also, maybe try to befriend those guys who are following you around?
>Gil, give Caroline the credit just to rub in how much of a better person you are than that madwoman of a murderer. Laugh in her face, and be surprised when she genuinely thanks you or misinterprets your tossing of the credit to her.
>Jones, you know what’d make your job as effortless as possible? Just following them around.
>Sigma, try to explain you can’t go to Numeralia before being pressured into going by an enthusiastic Rick and Francine, and a much less enthusiastic Embers.
>Sally, hit on the mayor’s daughter.
>Francine, find time to ask Gil about your mother living with Truth, and him actually knowing DEATH.
>Acolyte, tell her about the Truth part before panicking at Gil knowing death and not telling anyone.
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Oct 10, 2018 23:04:32 GMT
> Gil: Hey, wait! You're still slowly dying with that crystal embedded in you! Get a cure from Alpha!
> Oh, and give it to the rest of the city too, I guess.
> Sigma: Discover the surface dweller emotion of awkwardness.
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Post by OMG UPDATED on Oct 10, 2018 23:59:22 GMT
Frankie is so awesome. I think I've said this before.
Acolyte: Your plan of attack is to find out from Alpha what can be done to remove the remaining infection, then report to the Mayor and get it done. Frankie: As the brains of your group, come up with a similar plan. You may need to call home to get resources sent out, but you already knew that MacLarren knows where you are. Also tell Alpha that a diplomatic incident has taken place and that he is required to transport a party to Numeralia to resolve the situation. And that you may need to bring some people not associated with the Church of Truth or Numeralia to assist with arbitration.
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Post by tailortf on Nov 26, 2018 15:17:36 GMT
>Sigma:Discover the surface dweller emotion of awkwardness.
Alpha: Is everything nominal? Alpha: You are speaking as if there is nobody there, but I know for a fact you do not have the necessary hardware for such a task. Sigma: What? Oh. Sigma: No, er...that was simply... Sigma: ...well, to be frank, it was simply me speaking to myself. Alpha: I see. Alpha: That is a very unusual thing to do. Sigma: Yes, I suppose so. Sigma: Surface dwellers do it all the time, so it must have somehow become a part of my routine also. Sigma: Shameful for a Numeralian, I know. I suppose it only makes me look worse in your eyes. Sigma: I've kept a detailed log of the various ways in which I've discovered myself "going native", actually. Sigma: Not that I would be able to add it to the global database now, I suppose. Sigma: *sigh* Sigma: It's, er, more of a thing I do out of habit now. Possibly for some comfort.
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Alpha: I do not understand why this is a matter of difficulty. Alpha: I leave for Numeralia tomorrow, but if you were to transfer the information to me in an organized fashion, I could easily upload it to the database. Sigma: Wait, really? Sigma: As in, right now? Sigma: You are telling the truth? Alpha: I do not see a reason I would not be telling the truth. Alpha: As lying would be highly counterproductive to the broad goals of the Numeralian project, i.e. spreading the influence of logic and truth across the world. Sigma: Well, yes, of course, but I mean... Sigma: This is exile research. Sigma: I'm...not sure if it would be alright to send home information from a compromised source.
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Alpha: Nonsense. Alpha: Despite my...illogical...statements from earlier, you still appear to be a model Numeralian, if somewhat out of date. Alpha: And it would be adequate repayment for your assistance with my research. Alpha: As I have said, bring me the information today and I will make sure it reaches Numeralia. Sigma: I...oh my. Sigma: Thank you, this is- Sigma: I mean- Sigma: This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. Alpha: "Nice" is not a relevant concept here. Alpha: All it is is the most obvious course of action. Sigma: Right, right, of course. Sigma: ... Sigma: Er. Sigma: Listen, this may sound somewhat strange, but... Sigma: Well, surface humans have this...tradition, and I've read about it a lot and- Sigma: What I'm trying to say is, according to my scans, this is the last day the weather is going to be good like this. Sigma: I was planning to take advantage of this and so some astronomical observation tonight. Sigma: So...would you maybe be interested in, er, coming along with-
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Gil: Okay, you two, break it up, the adults need to talk. Gil: Save it for the fanfics. Frankie: Yeah, what he said. Frankie: Wait, what did you say? Gil: Don't worry about it. Sigma: Excuse me, I believe you may have misinterpreted the situation. Sigma: This conversation is private. Sigma: Our apologies, we must have misled you by standing separately from everyone else and speaking in lower tones. Gil: Well, I'm deprivatizing it. Gil: Now it's for everyone! Gil: That's what you Numeralian geeks are all about, right? Gil: Power to the people or whatever. Sigma: That is...highly inaccurate on several levels. Gil: Great, glad to hear it. Now get outta here.
>Frankie: Come up with a plan.
Frankie: Okay, so, now then. Frankie: *ahem* Frankie: After the huddle of deliberation, our group has come to a conclusion. Frankie: It was, however, a stupid conclusion, so I have discarded it and came up with my own. Gil: Yeah, that's pretty much what happened on my end as well. Frankie: Good, so we're in agreement then. Frankie: There's only one truly honorable and fair way to determine who gets the accolades for this victory. Gil: Race to the mayor's office? Frankie: Race to the mayor's office. Frankie: Now, seeing as our group has people wearing heavy armor, plus your group has people who can portalwalk, I figure you guys should get a five minute handicap. Gil: What? Hey, I challenge. Gil: Sure, we have a portalwalker, but she's an old woman. Gil: How fast do you think she could possibly run? Gil: That, and our group isn't NEARLY as together as yours. Gil: We'll probably all end up bickering over what the best route is and end up losing. Gil: No handicap. Frankie: Sorry, man, it's out of my hands. Frankie: The rules of honor races are all set in stone and highly honored. Frankie: It's all written down in the Book of Ciya. Gil: The book of who?
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Frankie: THE BOOK OF "CIYA LATER, LOSER"! Frankie: BOOM, HANDICAP! Gil: Ah! Dammit! Gil: Bad manners! Extremely bad manners! I challenge! Frankie: DON'T CARE, TEAM TRUTH OUT! PEACE!
>Gil: Hey, wait! You're still slowly dying with that crystal embedded in you! Get a cure from Alpha!
Gil: Oh yeah, r-right. Gil: Ah, dammit. Gil: Alpha! Gil: Alpha, you son of a bitch! You did this to me! Alpha: I did not. Alpha: Also, please cease touching me. Alpha: I do not wish to repeat the events of several hours ago. Gil: Not this! The other thing! Gil: With the fuckin'...bugs! Gil: It's all your fault! Fix it! Fix me, you prick!!! Gil: Aghh! Alpha: I am not certain I am capable of repairing your particular set of problems on my own. Acolyte: Actually, yeah, you MAY want to take a look at him, I guess. Acolyte: His body might interest you. Acolyte: Okay, well, that just sounds vaguely gay. Acolyte: But yeah, he's got- he's got something you should examine, probably. Acolyte: ...once we catch up with the rest of the racers. Acolyte: Sister Embers and Sally really took off.
>One relatively unfair race later.
Alpha: Evaluation of final object completed. Total object count: 10 shard of various size. Alpha: Surgery completed. End of surgery log.
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Gil: Wow, not bad. Gil: Steady hand, patched it all up nice and cleanly, didn't even bleed on my suit... Gil: This is one of the top 10 field surgeries I've had, easily. Alpha: Naturally. Alpha: All Numeralians are equipped with the most advanced medical knowledge available and a surgical kit for emergencies. Gil: Yeah, lucky me. Gil: So...we're good? The infection or whatever it done and I won't turn into one of those crystal dudes? Alpha: As I have explained several times, this was never a possibility. Alpha: The only thing the subgolems did was examine your wound, remove the poison, then attempt to patch it using crystallized mass. Alpha: Due to it not working as intended, however, the crystals failed to chemically convert to a flesh-like substance. Alpha: Thus, you were left with a crystal scab. Alpha: Which you could have removed yourself. Alpha: Rather than requesting a lengthy medical procedure and expending my limited supply of morphine. Gil: Oh, is THAT why I suddenly don't have that feeling in the pit of my stomach like everything is going to be wrong forever? Gil: Nice. Gil: I should try downers more often. Gil: But no, I figure medical intervention was the way to go. Gil: Give the people a show, y'know?
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Mayor Greene: ...yes, well. Mayor Greene: This report IS quite reassuring. Mayor Greene: Even if it is written on the back of... Mayor Greene: ...what is this, Sebastian? Sebastian: The schedule for my book club, sir. Sebastian: From the bulletin board. Sebastian: Outside of your office. Mayor Greene: Ah, yes, very good. Mayor Greene: In any case, if what you are saying is true, gentlemen- Mayor Greene: Er, and lady. Mayor Greene: But yes, this could be great news for the city! Mayor Greene: Laurel, was it? Does this match the situation on the scene, son?
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Lawrence: Oh, it's Lawrence, actually. Lawrence: And yeah, Frankie's- Lawrence: Uh, Francine's report turned out to be pretty much right. Lawrence: I'm down in the caves right now and I'm not detecting any activity. Lawrence: Whatever it was that was causing the plague, it's not here anymore. Lawrence: Only thing around here are some bomb crystal samples. Mayor Greene: What?! You've found explosives down there? Lawrence: Oh, no, I just mean they're, uh, interesting. Lawrence: I think I'm just gonna stay in town for a while and examine what could've caused these caves to form like this. Lawrence: Just have someone else take care of my shop in the Tower for a while. Lawrence: I mean, now that the plague's not a problem, it should be fine. Lawrence: Speaking of that - Frankie, could you tell Sigma to drop my stuff off somewhere? Lawrence: I have some equipment that I kinda need if I'm going to-
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Frankie: Well there you have it, sir. Frankie: Straight from the horse's mouth. Frankie: Or, well, from the geologist's mouth. Gil: Though really, what's the difference? Mayor Greene: Yes, quite so. Mayor Greene: Fantastic work, everyone! Mayor Greene: I must admit, when I asked for assistance from the Church I never expected them to actually DO- Frankie: Hmm? Mayor Greene: Er, nevermind. Mayor Greene: On an unrelated note, I shall draft the check for the next round of protection payments posthaste. Frankie: Very good, sir. Mayor Greene: Yes, I'll just have to write up a statement lifting the trade and entry ban first. Mayor Greene: No more need for that if the plague is incapable of spreading. Sebastian: Actually, that will not be necessary, sir. Sebastian: I have a note from the border checkpoint here. Sebastian: A few hours ago, all the Death Watchers on checkpoint duty opened the gates and began to let people in indiscriminately. Sebastian: They cited orders from "their boss". Mayor Greene: Really? Hm. How would they know that I'd- Mayor Greene: Ah, nevermind, who cares! It's a happy day! Mayor Greene: I don't suppose you all would consider staying to celebrate? Mayor Greene: I've fired most of my chefs due to budget cuts, but I'm certain Caroline could perhaps- Frankie: No, no. Frankie: We appreciate the invitation, but we really must get back to our respective entourages. Gil: Entouragi? Frankie: Our entouragees are waiting for us, yes. Frankie: We love them as family, of course, but they are quite a handful. Frankie: They cannot go for a single day without requiring our care. Frankie: It would be best if we were to go before they accidentally did something foolish.
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Rick: Hmm. Rick: Hmm. Rick: I...think it's a G. Sister Embers: Nonsense. It is clearly a D. Sister Embers: Although it does not surprise me one bit that someone from the Church of so-called Truth would think otherwise. Rick: Hey, don't bring the church into this. Rick: Just because you see it as a D doesn't mean it necessarily has to be that! Rick: It's SO a G! There's no way! That's the only way this crossword makes any sort of sense! Sister Embers: Are you deliberately testing my patience, boy? Sister Embers: Because you will find that I have an inexhaustible supply. Sister Embers: And I repeat: that is a D. Jones: Uh, guys? That's a 6. Jones: You're reading the financial section. Rick: Aw, really? Rick: But it looked so puzzle-like! Jones: Yeah, no, those...those are stock prices. Jones: I think someone else has the crosswords.
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Acolyte: Hmm. Acolyte: "Transition", 13 letters. Sigma: "Metamorphosis". Acolyte: Thank you. Sally: I can't believe this. Sally: That prick is in there talking whatever kind of nonsense and we're just sitting out here. Sally: It should be Sister Embers rubbing elbows with the finest! Sally: Or at least us two. Sally: But for sure not him. That's a great image to spread of the cult, yeah. That guy. Acolyte: Look, I'm not crazy about sitting here either. Acolyte: It's kinda boring. Acolyte: But Gil knows what he's doing, alright? Acolyte: I think he's the best at talking and stuff out of all of us. Acolyte: And more often than not he has a...uh..."plan". Acolyte: 9 letters, starts with S. Sigma: "Stratagem". Acolyte: Really? Huh. Sally: Yeah, I'm sure he HAS a plan. Sally: But that's the thing, I've seen what happens when he "has a plan". Sally: And trust me, it's nothing good. Sally: If I didn't think he had a plan I wouldn't be so concerned. Acolyte: Well, I still think you should "relax". 6 letters. Sigma: "Repose". Sigma: Perhaps I should hold the pencil? It would be much faster. Acolyte: No way, I'm almost done.
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Gil: Alright, I'm feeling pretty good. Gil: About how that went, I mean. Gil: Definitely not about the world as a whole. Gil: The world as a whole is...pain. Ow. Why so much pain. Why me. Frankie: I see that morphine finally wore off. Gil: Yeah. Gil: So, where next for you guys? Gil: I assume you're going to follow up on this whole thing by going to Numeralia and appealing to them directly. Gil: And if that's the case, can we get a lift? Alpha's a good doctor, but kind of a dick. Frankie: Oh, nah, I'm not going. Frankie: ...well, okay, that sounded needlessly harsh. Frankie: I WILL send someone there, but I don't really want to go personally. Too much excitement lately. I have some...things...to think about. Frankie: I'm gonna head back home and see if I can drum up some financial aid for these guys. Frankie: Maybe drain that fund for giving the Tower that structural inspection that's never going to happen. Gil: Aw, really? That's a good idea, though. Frankie: Look, dude, nobody's going to check 50 floors of building for hairline cracks. Frankie: People already barely do it with their own homes. Gil: Fine, I don't care THAT much. Gil: I'm personally done with politics for a while. Hopefully forever. Gil: Off to see the wizard or whatever. Good times. Gil: Anyway, all's well that ends well. Plague's done, we got a pat on the back, time to go before anything else-
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Caroline: YOU!!! Gil: -ah, son of a bitch. Gil: I should really just stop using any kind of absolute statements. Gil: Or maybe just not talk altogether.
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Sally: Well hello there, honey! Sally: Do you work here? Sally: I didn't realize you could hire someone who's just there to professionally brighten up your day. Sally: What's a pretty thing like you doing in the exciting world of local government?
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Sally: Ah. That look. I see. Sally: I've seen that one before. Sally: Alright, nevermind, sorry for taking up your time. Sally: Dude? Let's go. Acolyte: What? Why? Sally: I don't know, do we need an excuse? Acolyte: Yes? That's kind of the main thing you need. Sally: Okay, fine. Sally: I'm...hungry. Let's go eat. Sally: There's a place around here that sells great, uh... Sally: Shawarma...pies...on a...stick. Acolyte: ...what are you even talking about? Sally: Look, it's fusion cuisine, okay?! Sally: Really fancy! You wouldn't get it! Now let's go!
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Acolyte: Ow, okay, god! Acolyte: What's wrong with you?! Sally: Just shut up and get outta here! Sally: This is for your own safety! Acolyte: But I didn't even get to figure out what a 13-letter word for "fight" was! Sigma: "Confrontation'. Sigma: ...you really did not know that? How?! Sigma: Agh. Sigma: I am going to my domicile to sort rock samples from our trip. Sigma: In case you are wondering, I do not want to be interrupted while I am doing this. Sigma: Not that anybody around here would heed that! Acolyte: You too? Acolyte: What the heck? Is everyone just going crazy today and didn't tell me?
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Sally: Oh, Acolyte. Sally: Dear, sweet, ignorant Acolyte. Acolyte: ...you do know my name isn't just "acolyte", right? Sally: Could've fooled me. Sally: Anyway, you're probably wondering why I just pushed us out of that room so unceremoniously. Acolyte: I mean, I'm wondering a bunch of stuff right now, but- Sally: Shush. Sally: You see, when you've been to as many shouty family gatherings as I have, you start to develop a certain...sense. Sally: You know just by looking at the room when something's going to go down, and you know when the best time to leave is. Sally: And that babe coming in? Sally: Trust me, she did NOT have good vibes. She was pissed. Sally: If we stayed in there, there's no telling what would happen.
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Sally: An epic battle is about to go down in that room. Sally: People are going to be shooting magic at each other, they're going to be yelling and charging up their power moves for ages, you've seen plays. Sally: And at the end of the day, there's no telling what kind of damage will be done and to whom. Sally: Though hopefully it will be physical and hopefully it will be to Gil. Acolyte: ...what does this have to do with me being ignorant again? Sally: Not a goddamn thing. Now let's go eat. I actually am kinda hungry.
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Caroline: You. Caroline: You waltz in here, waste all of our cash, then humiliate me in front of Father, and do it all with that smug attitude! Caroline: And now you're trying to claim you cured the plague in a single day?! Caroline: Pretending like you're some kind of heroes to the downtrodden when all you are is a couple of frauds! Caroline: Well I DO actually stand for the people! And I say - no more!
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Caroline: This will not stand, do you hear me?! Caroline: I am marching into Father's office right now and telling him everything about you! Caroline: The revolution is here! No more will you oppress those who you are supposed to aid! Caroline: Any last words before you're discovered, tyrants?!
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Frankie: Hey, you think Caroline's ever read the Book of Ciya? Gil: I'd really rather you didn't do that, actually. Gil: I've been on a pretty good streak of avoiding political incidents lately. Gil: Almost a week. Frankie: Aw, come on. Where's your adventurous spirit? Gil: I think it hitched a ride with the morphine.
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Post by powerfulPlutonium on Nov 28, 2018 7:31:04 GMT
Yeah, adventure comes and goes with the Morphine. But hot damn it's a great adventure when it's there.
>Gil: She is BEYOND pissed AND she thinks she's in the right. You're not going to be able to convince her of anything, logic or no.
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Nov 29, 2018 5:23:19 GMT
> Gil & Frankie: Literally just tell her what you did, word for word. Whether or not she believes it is up to her.
> Rick: Intervene!
> Embers: Definitely do NOT intervene.
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Post by randomwriter on Dec 3, 2018 14:47:49 GMT
>Embers, invest in stocks. Whatever these are. Become a millionaire and don’t know it.
>Gil, inform her you didn’t cure the plague, you only stopped the spread.
>Francine, show her the evidence, question how competent she is for failing to check the mines, and prepare to read the prologue of the book of Cya.
>Rick, intervene?
>Embers, teach Rick some wise important thing such as “don’t get involved.”
>Acolyte, ask Alpha if he knows why Sigma is mad. Try to help.
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Post by tailortf on Dec 22, 2018 10:15:05 GMT
> Gil & Frankie: Literally just tell her what you did.
Caroline: NO! Caroline: I refuse to have you ignore me to go off on your tangents! Caroline: I WILL be heard! Gil: Alright, alright, jeez, hold on. Gil: Frankie, you go do...something. Me and Stabby over here need to talk. Frankie: Oh, I'm gonna go do something. Frankie: I'm gonna go do THE something. Gil: Look, just let me try reason first. I'm really making an effort to do that more here. Frankie: Alright, man, your funeral.
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Gil: Okay, Caroline, listen up. Gil: I will admit that me and Frankie are not exactly the BEST people in the world- Caroline: AHA! Caroline: So you DO admit it! Gil: Yeah, yeah, we're bastards. Gil: Congratulations, you're the last person in the room to notice. Gil: Point is, this black and white world view you've got going on is REALLY not gonna help you with your life. Gil: Things are more complicated than that, even in this weird mockery of reality we call a world. Gil: Bad people CAN do good things, and I promise you on my honor as crown prince- Caroline: Oh, what's that? I wasn't aware you HAD any. Gil: ...ahem. Gil: On my honor as crown prince, I promise you that we actually did the right thing for once. Gil: So do whatever you want, call us trash humans in your diary, but let this one go, alright? Gil: You're very clearly on the wrong end of the narrative here. Gil: I'm sure you're very sympathetic and relatable in SOME way, but you keep going this way, girlfriend, and you're gonna lose. Caroline: Don't touch me! Caroline: I've had enough of you two, you...you lecherous scum! Gil: That's...gross. Caroline: You're gross! Caroline: I don't care what you say, I will NEVER let you get away with this! Caroline: Everything you do turns to crap! Caroline: I will ALWAYS stand with the people!!!
>She is BEYOND pissed AND she thinks she's in the right. You're not going to be able to convince her of anything, logic or no.
Gil: Yeah, that's just about what I thought. Gil: Oh well, I tried. Gil: Not that this was anything but a distraction for Frankie to get in position anyway. Caroline: I KNEW IT! Caroline: Where are you, huh?! Caroline: Come on, you sorry excuse for an emissary of Truth! Caroline: On the ceiling?! Hiding somewhere in the shadows?! Caroline: Come at me! I'll take you BOTH on at once! Gil: Oh, I'm afraid what we have planned for you is far worse than that, Caroline. Caroline: HA! NOTHING WILL STOP ME!
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Mayor Greene: Caroline, sweetie? Mayor Greene: We need to talk.
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Caroline: Ah. F-father. Caroline: What brings you here? Mayor Greene: Well, you see, honey, our guest here just told me the strangest thing. Mayor Greene: If she is correct, the assassin who we've spent all year in constant fear of is, in fact, you. Caroline: Is that what she said? Caroline: How...how very interesting. Frankie: Oh, I do apologise, Caroline, but I simply could not do it! Frankie: Once I knew your terrible secret, I HAD to tell someone! Frankie: As an emissary of the Truth, I simply couldn't keep it in! Mayor Greene: Yes, yes, and a very brave thing it was that you did, too. Mayor Greene: Now, darling, please tell me honestly. Mayor Greene: Are you the one who's been killing off daddy's cabinet? Caroline: I...er...well... Caroline: ...you know what? Fine. Fine! Caroline: Yes! It was I, father! Mayor Greene: Wh- goodness, Caroline! Whatever in the world has gotten into you?! Mayor Greene: Why would you do a thing like that? Caroline: Because you're a terrible mayor! Caroline: And this city is terribly run! Someone had to do something, so I DID! Mayor Greene: Dear oh dear. What would your poor mother say? Caroline: She would say that you're a SPINELESS WORM! Mayor Greene: Now, now, there really is no need for harsh language, dear.
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Caroline: No need for harsh- OF COURSE THERE IS! Caroline: THIS IS A SERIOUS SITUATION! Mayor Greene: Yes, quite so. Mayor Greene: And, of course, you will have to be punished for this. Mayor Greene: I'm sorry, Caroline, but that's just the way it is. Caroline: Very well! Anything you do will just make me a martyr for the people! Caroline: Do your worst, father! Mayor Greene: Oh, I intend to. Mayor Greene: This is even worse than when you were a teenager. Mayor Greene: At least then you simply wrote that awful poetry. Mayor Greene: No, no, this merits at least... Mayor Greene: Two weeks of grounding. Caroline: Wh- GROUNDING?! Caroline: Is something wrong with your head, father?! Caroline: I KILLED people! Actual, cold-blooded murder! Caroline: Send me to court! Put me before the law! Mayor Greene: I will not have any lip, young lady! Mayor Greene: I'm the one deciding your punishment here! Mayor Greene: And THAT just got you bumped up to three weeks! Caroline: Has everybody gone insane?! This is not how this is supposed to go!
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Mayor Greene: Hmph, very well then, I suppose I am being somewhat soft. Mayor Greene: Four weeks. And no allowance. Caroline: Is that really the best- Caroline: Wait, no allowance? Caroline: Four weeks?! Caroline: But- but father, my bow got broken! How will I afford a new one? Caroline: And weren't we supposed to take that trip to Veriton in four weeks? Mayor Greene: Indeed we were. Mayor Greene: I suppose now I shall have to go alone. Caroline: What? Caroline: But I wanted to see the big city! I haven't been there in years! Mayor Greene: Well, perhaps you should have thought of that before you shot half of daddy's bowling team in cold blood. Caroline: But father! That's...that's so unfair! Mayor Greene: That is life, dear. Mayor Greene: Once you get older, you will understand. Mayor Greene: Now go to your room.
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Frankie: Ha, you get an allowance. Caroline: This isn't over, you know. Gil: I dunno, looks pretty over to me. Gil: Frankie? Frankie: Hmm. Frankie: We're leaving, you can't stop us... Frankie: Yeah, seems pretty much over. Caroline: I WILL see you again. Caroline: And when I do- Gil: When you do, we'll tell your dad and you'll get in trouble again. Gil: Or maybe you'll act more grown up and understand you're not that special. Gil: And then we'll fucking kill you. Frankie: Damn, dude. Gil: Shouldn't have stabbed me. Gil: Them's the breaks, girl. Gil: Goodbye, Caroline.
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Gil: See that? Now THAT is how it's done. Jones: How what's done? Jones: I don't have enough context for what just happened to care. Gil: Oh, huh. Gil: Well, point is, we got shit done. Gil: Our team's looking a little better, huh? Gil: Wish you were more like us, huh? Gil: Wish your clothes were more stylish like ours, huh? Jones: I...no. Jones: I mean, maybe the clothes, but- Jones: What are you talking about? Gil: There, see? I knew it. Jealousy. Gil: Embers, get us out of here. Sister Embers: ...no. Sister Embers: Ignoring that I have never listened to you, we must still wait for the Numeralian. Gil: Nice. Gil: That's...that's some nice teamwork there.
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Acolyte: Well, I have to admit it. Acolyte: That was probably the best shawarma pie on a stick I've ever had. Acolyte: And also probably the only one. Sally: Yeah, see? I know where to go. Sally: The key is not being so picky about the place you get it from. Sally: A lot of people get scared of things like "not being up to health code" and "not having identifiable meat". Sally: You just gotta push past those fears and you'll find some truly great food experiences. Sally: Or get salmonella, it's been about 50/50 for me. Acolyte: Nice. Acolyte: Hey, feels like it's a bit livelier out on the street now. Sally: Yeah, I think people heard about the quarantine going down. Sally: Word gets around, man. Sally: That was pretty crazy back there, though. Sally: Does that kinda stuff happen with you guys all the time? Acolyte: A lot of the time lately, yeah. Sally: Nice, you know how to party. Sally: I'll stick around.
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Mailman: Hey, are you, uh, Sarah McKinley...Gar-Garcia...de... Sally: Yeah, yeah, don't go tying your tongue in a knot, that's me. Sally: What's up? Mailman: Quarantine's down, so we're doing a mail call. Got a letter for ya here. Sally: What, right here in the street? I thought I'd at least have to go to the post office. Mailman: Someone fast-tracked it for you. Sally: Who? Mailman: We keep that confidential, okay? And anyway, I just deliver the things. Mailman: Look, just take the damn letter. Sally: Oh, fine. What's it say? Mailman: This ain't a fuckin' candygram, just read it! Sally: Alright, god. Rude. Mailman: Whatever.
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Sally: Oh, oh, dude! Sally: This is from my family back in Las Fortunas! Sally: THAT's why the envelope is so filthy and shitty! Sally: This boy travelled a long way. Acolyte: Hey, nice. Acolyte: You know, I actually still have a letter I need to send my family. Sally: Really? Cool, cool. Acolyte: Yeah, I've actually been holding onto it for a few weeks now since there was no good place to send it from. Sally: Hah, nice. Acolyte: Gil said he could train a pigeon to deliver it one time, but it just ended up pecking him a bunch. Acolyte: So I'll probably just go to a regular post office now and- Acolyte: ...you're not even listening, are you? Acolyte: You're just reading the letter. Sally: Oh totally dude, that's great. Acolyte: ...alright then.
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Gil: God, it's getting late already? Gil: Time is fucked. Gil: Then again, I guess I know it's as fake as everything else now, so whatever. Acolyte: Oh hey, Gil! Gil: Hey kid. What's up with you guys? Acolyte: Sally got a letter from home! Gil: Well, great. Of course. Gil: Fire girl over there gets a letter delivered from the middle of the desert. Gil: And meanwhile, I can't even get an issue of freakin' Hat Fancy delivered out here. Acolyte: Why do you read that? I thought you said your hat was already the fanciest hat possible. Gil: Yeah, well, it's always good to keep an eye on the competition. Gil: Never know when-
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Sally: OH! Sally: OH JEEZ! Sally: OH JEEZ NO! Gil: Agh, god. Loud.
>Sister Embers: Intervene.
Sally: Guys! Bad news! I gotta go! Acolyte: What? Go where? Sally: Back home! If this letter is right, then things are REALLY heating up over there! Sally: Even more than usual for a desert! Sally: Las Fortunas is at a boiling point and my assorted family are gonna try and get out dry, but they SO need my help! Acolyte: What? Why just your help? Sally: I'm the tech girl, I make all the cool stuff! Sally: And also keep them from arguing about obscure old family stuff that they hate each other over! Acolyte: Your family hates each other? Sally: Sort of! Sally: The de Lanceys hate the McKinleys, the Garcias hate the Guggenheims, and the Guggenheims don't like anyone! Sally: BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT! Sally: Point is, I know I just said all that stuff about sticking around and such, but it's actually REALLY important that I leave for a bit! For my family! Acolyte: Well, sorry, Sally, but I'm pretty sure you can't do that. Acolyte: When you join the cult, you really do become PART of the cult. Acolyte: You can't just hop out for a while, not even for a family emergency. Sister Embers: Now, now, acolyte, let us not be too hasty. Sister Embers: It IS for family, afterall. Sister Embers: You know the cult cares deeply about the values bestowed by a family. Acolyte: What?! Acolyte: Since when is that?! Sister Embers: Since always. Sister Embers: You really should have asked about that. Acolyte: I did ask! I asked a lot! Acolyte: I tried to have New Years' off to visit my family like five years in a row now, but I always got the same answer!
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Grand Master Flame: What? No. Absolutely not. Grand Master Flame: I'm a little offended you're asking me this, honestly. Grand Master Flame: Embers should've told you what I think of family. Grand Master Flame: Kid, a family is just a bunch of people who want to take advantage of some invisible connection to you and keep you off your path to success. Grand Master Flame: Like a parasite, but one that manifests itself externally and disguises itself as something that cares about you. Grand Master Flame: You should be glad that you're here instead of with your "loved ones". That means you got out. Grand Master Flame: Take Brother Chalk here, for instance. He doesn't care about his family and he's doing great! Brother Chalk: My family's dead, sir, as I keep telling you. Brother Chalk: It's the main reason I joined the cult in the first place. Grand Master Flame: Exactly. And look how well you're doing! Grand Master Flame: Now get out of here. This month's issue of Hat Fancy isn't gonna read itself. Sister Embers: I told you.
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Acolyte: Razza frazza "family values". Acolyte: Mazza frazza "if it's an emergency". Acolyte: Grr. Sally: Thank you so much, Sister Embers! Sally: I PROMISE I'll be back as soon as I can! Sally: We'll probably bump into each other at some point! Sally: You guys aren't exactly subtle, heh. Sister Embers: Naturally. Sister Embers: Go. Go far away from here and aid your...family. Sister Embers: And then when you return, I shall certainly give you the training I am fully capable of providing. Sally: Great! Gil: Yeah, good luck out there. Gil: Phew, and here I was worried this would be a big deal. Gil: But looks like we've got another Mary on our hands. Gil: Anyone remember her? Gil: Or Jamie. Gil: Hah, good luck with that. Gil: Well, as much as I'd love to just have an entire army of side characters following us around, it's getting pretty cramped around here. Gil: So yeah, bon voyage.
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Sally: YOU. Sally: Don't think I forgot what you did. Sally: This? Me having to leave? Sally: None of this would even be happening if it weren't for you. Sally: I WILL be back. Sally: And you're going to stick with these good people until I am. Sally: And then you're coming back with them to Las Fortunas and fixing the place. Sally: Because while I'm there, I'll be keeping track of every atrocity I encounter, and I WILL see a lot. Sally: And if I find out you're trying to slink away from the mess you're responsible for again? Sally: I'm going to track you down. Sally: Doesn't matter where you are, I have a big family, they're all over the place. Sally: And I'm going to perform every single atrocity on the list. IN ORDER. Sally: You got that?! Sally: Good. Sally: So long for now, Red Devil.
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Sally: Alright guys, bye! Sally: Again, super sorry about this, but family comes first, you know? Acolyte: Yeah, I guess so. Acolyte: Don't forget to write! Acolyte: We'll see you in Las Fortunas! Acolyte: We might have to visit there if Numeralia doesn't work out. Acolyte: Or, y'know, maybe Numeralia WILL work out and we'll be able to summon Lord Argaleth to punish all the sinners. Acolyte: Then, uh...we'll just call you, I guess. Sally: Sure, sure, sounds good. Sally: Oh! Taxi!
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Sally: Alright, I gotta run home and box up all my stuff! Sally: You guys are the coolest bunch of goofs I've met in a while, you know that? Sally: Don't get all messed up in the head talking to all those Numeralians, y'hear?! Sally: Anyway, bye!
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Sally: OH GOD! Sally: Sorry, sorry! I can pay to get that buffed out, I promise!
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Gil: Bye, scary lady. Gil: Phew. Gil: You know, women have been telling me they'll "see me again" a lot lately. Gil: But it's never in the way I want. Gil: Maybe it's something in my teeth? Acolyte: I think it's mostly a confidence thing. Gil: What are you talking about? I'm plenty confident! Acolyte: Yeah, but you make all those jokes about being a garbage person. Acolyte: That kinda stuff is really indicative of low self-esteem, man, it's not healthy. Sister Embers: Perhaps he is simply informing people of his true intentions before they must face him in further detail. Acolyte: Sister Embers, was...was that a joke? Sister Embers: ...no. Surely not. Gil: Heh, this is nice though, right? Gil: Just the three of us again. Gil: The team back together, wild and free. Gil: So, what's next for us on the roster, boys?
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Sister Embers: Ah, Numeralian. You are...perfectly on time. Alpha: Is that an issue? Sister Embers: No, it is simply very unusual. Alpha: I have received a message from my research associate. Alpha: He will meet us at the designated area within 48 hours with my domicile and escort us to Numeralia. Alpha: We must hurry to arrive in time. Gil: Oh, right. Gil: Well, there goes all the joy from my life. Gil: That was a harrowing ten seconds. Gil: Alright, let's go.
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Acolyte: ...does anyone remember where we parked the wagon?
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Mayor Greene: Once again, thank you so much for informing me about Caroline's...situation before informing the authorities. Mayor Greene: Caroline is simply far too fragile to become embroiled in something like that. Mayor Greene: Dealing with it in-house is just so much easier. Frankie: Of course, sir. Frankie: Now, I must go back home. Frankie: But do not worry! Frankie: I will lobby back home for Grey Soil City to receive the best humanitarian aid money can get! Frankie: And, to aid relief efforts, I will dispatch a team of my finest- Frankie: Er, a team of diplomats to Numeralia and negotiate assistance from their scientists. Mayor Greene: Thank you so much, Francine. Mayor Greene: I suppose it's true what they say. Mayor Greene: The Church does look after its' own. Frankie: Naturally. Frankie: And as long as the checks continue to come in, they look after you also.
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Rick: Ten-hut! Jones: No, I'm not doing that. Rick: Everything's in order, Frankie- er, ma'am! Rick: We packed everything, I fixed up my cape, and we even buffed out the scratch in Hal's helmet! Rick: So, where to next, huh? Rick: What kind of intrepid adventures are we four getting into now? Jones: Yeah, where to, boss? Jones: Because I guess "back home to our boring comfy lives" is not an option anymore. Frankie: Yeah...about that.
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Rick: NUMERALIA!
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Sigma: Er...Mr.Rick? Sigma: Why did you just burst in here yelling "Numeralia!"? Rick: Didn't you hear?! Rick: Francine told us! Rick: We're going on a super special secret Truth mission as emissaries! Or diplomats! Rick: To Numeralia! To conduct talks and junk! Isn't that great?! Sigma: Ah. Sigma: ...yes. I suppose it is. Sigma: Congratulations! Sigma: But...why are you here? Rick: Well, we're gonna need a pilot, silly! Rick: Come on, let's go! Jones and Hal are almost done packing, we can go right now! Sigma: Oh. Sigma: Oh, dear. Sigma: I really am sorry, but...I can't. Rick: What? Why not? Rick: Oh, right, you're running your weird experiments or whatever. Rick: Well, that's fine, I can just take us there. Rick: I've driven wagons before, I can probably drive this. Rick: Where's the fly button? Is it this? Or this? Sigma: No, Rick, you don't understand! Sigma: ...please stop touching that. Rick: What? Isn't that the button you push to start this thing? Sigma: No, that was the button for the auxiliary storage outside. Rick: Oh. What kind of stuff are you storing, anyway? I thought you guys lived an "ascetic lifestyle", whatever that means. Sigma: Well, it's mainly research materials for my papers. Sigma: Primarily various articles of clothing I've purchased in the local stores. Sigma: I am currently writing a paper on the advances in surface fashion over the centuries. Rick: Neat!
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Jones: This does hurt, but mainly psychologically. Jones: At least you think I look good. Jones: Thanks, Hal.
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Sigma: Look, I apologize, but you cannot use my domicile or my piloting abilities to reach Numeralia! Rick: What? Well why not?! Sigma: I thought I explained this already! Sigma: Ordinance 52 of the Numeralian Ordinance Codex: No Numeralian that has been designated as an exile is allowed to enter Numeralia without evaluation and approval by a Generation 2 Researcher or higher. Sigma: It really is very simple! Rick: Well...that's a dumb rule. Rick: Come on, Sigma! I like rules too, but sometimes you have to just say "that's a dumb rule" and go for what your spirit of adventure is saying! Rick: And what's your spirit of adventure saying right now?! Sigma: I... Sigma: I have to follow the rules, Mr. Rick. Sigma: Numeralians simply aren't made to do otherwise. Rick: Hmph. Rick: Sounds like somebody just doesn't care enough about seeing Numeralia again. Sigma: What? I care! Sigma: I care an entirely appropriate amount! Sigma: But, well! Sigma: Ordinance 52 of the Numeralian Ordinance Codex! Sigma: No Numeralian that has been designated as an exile is allowed to enter Numeralia without evaluation and approval by a Generation 2 Researcher or higher! Rick: You keep SAYING that, but you don't explain WHY! Sigma: It's...those are the laws! Sigma: There simply isn't enough data about what could happen if it was allowed! Rick: Well then why don't we MAKE some data?! Rick: You're a scientist, right?! Rick: I say we should do it just to see what happens. That's what science is all about, I think. Rick: I read it in a magazine once. Rick: Either that, or you have to say "I don't care about science". Sigma: What? I can't- Rick: Well you have to! Rick: Either come help us do something great or say you don't care about science! Rick: What's it gonna be?!
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Sigma: I...I... Sigma: Grr... Sigma: Why...please... Sigma: It's...I...n- Sigma: Nnnn...
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Sigma: Nnnghhhhhordinance...52... Sigma: No Numeralian that- Sigma: Nnng- Sigma: No...Numeralian... Rick: Er...Sigma? Sigma: That has been designated...as an exile... Sigma: ...is allowed to enter Numeralia without evaluation and approval by a Generation 2 Researcher...or higher. Sigma: *huff* *huff* Sigma: ...Mr.Rick. Sigma: I'm...I'm sorry. Sigma: I really do wish to help you and to see my home again, I really do. Sigma: But...the decision to not do so is not up to me. Sigma: Please...do whatever you want...I wish you luck...but don't involve me in it. Sigma: I...I'm of no help here.
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Jones: Hey guys, check out what Hal and me- Jones: Ohh. Jones: Bad time?
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Dec 22, 2018 22:10:19 GMT
> Rick: Take that shock headband off of Sigma. She's not a dog!
> Jones: On second thought, making Hal even *taller* is probably not a good idea.
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Post by ten11 on Dec 23, 2018 0:45:55 GMT
>Does Alpha count as a level 2 or higher researcher? >Acolyte: might as well send the letter now, before you leave.
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Post by Thanks Santa on Dec 23, 2018 0:51:29 GMT
Early Xmas Present! Jones> Do not let Rick take the headband from Sigma. She is useless if lobotomised. Sigma> I'm guessing Alpha isn't a Generation 2 or higher researcher, but perhaps you could get him to send a copy of your research to someone of the right level for assessment, and also point out that you are ready to escort a contingent of diplomats from the Church of Truth to Numeralia and are better placed than most to act as an interpreter for the diplomats. Is it likely that any other Numeralian has better qualifications to be an interpreter here?
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Post by powerfulPlutonium on Dec 23, 2018 6:02:27 GMT
Rick's looking like a Blue Brigand in that hat. Awesome
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Post by GOD GOD on Dec 30, 2018 17:19:58 GMT
Jones> Smack Sense Into Rick
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Post by tailortf on Jan 6, 2019 8:20:03 GMT
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Jones: So...yeah, that's the situation. Jones: Have you got anything that could help us with this? Rick: We would be very grateful, captain. Jones: Yeah, sure, something like that. MacLarren: Huh. Yeah, I HAVE heard about something like this. MacLarren: Still, this isn't much of an issue, right? MacLarren: Isn't there another Numeralian in the area based off what you were saying? Jones: I mean, yeah, but looking for THAT guy and getting him to fly us would take ages. Jones: And I'm bored. Jones: Plus Frankie said "politics doesn't wait", whatever that means. MacLarren: So, she's suddenly with you now? Jones: Yeah, we kinda lied about that before. Big surprise. Rick: We are terribly sorry. Jones: We really are. I think. Jones: Anyway, don't you have some way to get Sigma to do this? You're her superior, I...think, and she said that she needs permission. Jones: We get along okay and she's supposed to know a lot about "surface culture", so she'd be the best call. Jones: Plus I don't want to have to re-pack all my stuff. Jones: Don't you have some kind of connections you can pull out of your ass to let her take us there?
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MacLarren: ...actually, I might. Jones: Wait, seriously? I was just kidding before. MacLarren: Yeah, kind of. MacLarren: This probably isn't the best option, but it's what I can get you today. MacLarren: Can you get Sigma to make another stop before coming back to Veriton? Jones: Sure. Rick can convince her of anything with his puppy eyes routine. It's foolproof. Rick: I actually managed to convince a thief to let me arrest him one time like that! Jones: That was pretty funny, yeah. MacLarren: Alright, then get a pen. MacLarren: There's a place just a little ways from Greysoil, I think it's called Peat Trader's Hill. MacLarren: It's like a little trading post kinda place people stop to resupply and sell their wares. MacLarren: And if my intelligence is accurate, there might be someone there who can help you out. Maybe. Jones: I'm not liking how many maybes there are in that sentence. MacLarren: Just go there. And be careful. Jones: What, is this another dangerous place? Jones: We still haven't talked about what happened over here in Greysoil. Jones: Actually, since you're here, can I ask your opinion on a hat? MacLarren: I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that last part for our mutual dignity.
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MacLarren: Anyway, Peat Trader's? MacLarren: No, nothing ever happens over there. MacLarren: But the guy you're going to see is a bit eccentric. MacLarren: So you should be, well, careful. As I said. Jones: God, is it another Numeralian? Jones: And here I thought there "weren't that many of them on the surface". MacLarren: Yeah, he is. Or was, at least, when I knew him. MacLarren: Now he runs with a bit of a...harsher crowd.
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Blonde Gal: I don't know, it still don't feel right. Blonde Gal: Just doesn't have the right kinda heft to it. Blonde Gal: It's got to be perfect, y'know?
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Clerk: Of course, ma'am. Clerk: How about this one here? Blonde Gal: Hmm. Well, it feels 'bout right. Blonde Gal: Is this mahogany finish? Clerk: Teak, actually! Clerk: Just got it in yesterday from the capital, peak condition. Clerk: Nothing but the best with us! Clerk: That's what U-double A is all about. Clerk: Assuming you're using this firearm for strictly legal purposes, of course. Blonde Gal: Yeah, yeah, spare me the questioning. Blonde Gal: We're just going bird huntin' is all. Blonde Gal: Gonna bag us a cardinal. Blonde Gal: Still ain't sure if this here's the right thing to do it with, though.
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Blonde Gal: What do youse guys think? Blonde Guy: Hey, it's your birthday, you get yourself whatever you feel like. Blonde Gal: Well it's yours too, ya big lug! Blonde Gal: Oughtta get yourself somethin' as well. Blonde Gal: Don't you think so, Kep? Man in Grey: You already know what I fuckin' think, L. Man in Grey: I think you two are wasting our time fucking about in here while our quarry evaporates into thin air. Man in Grey: How the hell are we gonna do our job tomorrow, huh?! Man in Grey: Dave's gonna skin you both for this, y'know. Blonde Gal: No way, Dave loves us! Blonde Guy: Yeah, at most it's you on the line, buddy. Blonde Guy: I think we can take that risk. Man in Grey: Sure you can. Ugh. Man in Grey: Fuckin' babysitting detail with you two is driving me crazy. Man in Grey: Just wanna bag this fucking traitor and get back to the Las. Blonde Guy: Hey, don't worry, we can wait him out. Blonde Guy: Afterall, what comes up must come down, know what I'm meaning? Blonde Gal: Yeah, exactly. Let's take our time on this. Really get down an' dirty.
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Blonde Gal: Oh yeah, speakin' of dirty, I've been thinking. Clerk: Ahh! Blonde Gal: This here gun's real nice. Loaded, too. I always carry a shell in my pocket for this kinda business, y'know. Blonde Gal: But it just don't seem fair that I can't have both a gun this nice AND the money I woulda paid for it. Blonde Gal: Somethin' about that just don't add up, right? Blonde Gal: So here's a fun game to play: Blonde Gal: Give me one good reason not to blow your brains out all over this basement and find this beauty a home in my bedroom. Clerk: Er...I mean, well...
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???: Number one: You appear to be outnumbered. ???: Numerical advantage aside, you are the only one who has expressed any interest in this endeavour. ???: Your colleagues, in the meantime, are observing us with an air of curiosity rather than with any desire to join in. ???: It seems they aren't very interested in getting their hands dirty, leaving you in a 2-on-1 battle.
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???: Number two: despite -or perhaps leading to- its' peaceful nature, Peat Trader's Hill is quite secure for a small trader town. ???: The guards are quite relentless and the hill is fortified on almost every side. ???: If you were to kill us, the resulting noise would alert the guards and block off every venue of escape short of cutting a bloody swathe through the front gates. ???: Perhaps not what you might be interested in, seeing as you appear to be in a hurry.
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???: And finally, number three: my presence. ???: I do not wish to bore you with the details, but I have done a great deal of things in my life. ???: One of those things being the formation of a variety of contingency plans for this type of situation. ???: Rather than expanding on this unnecessarily, let me reassure you: ???: If you attempt anything, you will not survive this evening.
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Blonde Gal: Pffft. Blonde Gal: Ha ha hah ha! Blonde Gal: Oh man, old timer. Blonde Gal: That was the best one yet! Blonde Gal: Everyone else I've played this game with don't say any good shit at all! Blonde Gal: They're all just "please don't kill me" and "I have a family why are you doing this". Blonde Gal: Boring! Haha! Blonde Guy: Yeah, sorry about my sister. Blonde Guy: She likes to play her games. Blonde Guy: Here you go, pally. Blonde Guy: This ought to cover the piece. Blonde Guy: And you'd probably live a lot longer if you stay discreet about this here transaction. Blonde Guy: As is tradition. Clerk: Phew! Clerk: Er...yes, of course. Clerk: Thank you for shopping at Fine Arts and Fine Arms. Come back again! Blonde Guy: Careful what you wish for, pally, we just might. Blonde Guy: Come on, Kepler, we're leaving.
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Jones: Ow! Jones: Prick. Jones: You ever think of watching where you're going? Kepler: Oh, gee, I dunno. Kepler: You ever think of shutting the FUCK up? Jones: Man, I'll...kill you. Blonde Guy: Keep moving, small fry. Jones: Ugh.
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Clerk: Hello there! Welcome to Fine Arts and Fine Arms! I see you gentlemen are from the Church, correct? Clerk: What brings you 'round these parts? Jones: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Jones: Look, we're looking for this thing called the United Atheists' Alliance? Jones: Whatever the hell that is. Jones: And there's meant to be this guy there we need to talk to. Jones: I think his name's Del? ???: Rudy, neutralise. Rudy: Right, sir. Rudy: I have no idea what you're talking about, gentlemen. Rudy: There's nobody around here with that name, and we CERTAINLY have never heard of whatever this alliance is. Rudy: Now won't you please follow me to the showroom? We've got some lovely pieces in there you might be interested in. Jones: Seriously? Crap. Jones: Rick, do we have the right address? Rick: Uh, I think so. Rick: Del at 334 Peach Tree Street. Rick: This is the place, right? Rick: Maybe Captain MacLarren said something wrong? I could call him back.
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Del: Ah. You are sent by MacLarren, are you? Del: Rudy, nevermind. Belay orders. Rudy: Aw. I never get to take anyone to the showroom, boss! Del: Yes, and perhaps it is for the best. Del: In any case, these men aren't spies from the Church. Del: They are merely really, really, really stupid. Jones: Hey, that's at least one "really" too many! Jones: We're only kinda stupid, you know! Del: Well, I hope you're pleased. Del: You've -again- compromised the location of the headquarters of UAA. Del: Now we'll have to move all over again. Rudy, get the bags. Rudy: Yessir. Del: You're still here? Del: Feel free to scuttle back to your mighty captain and get your promotion or merit badge or what have you. Jones: Yeah, no, we're...we're not here for whatever that is. Jones: I actually really don't care about what you guys are doing. Rick: Actually, I AM a little curious about what an "atheist" is. Jones: Rick, no. Rick: No, seriously. Is it like an athlete or what?
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Del: An atheist is someone who ascribes to no other man's ideology, choosing instead to push forth in life on their own. Del: We embody all the elements of Truth and Logic without having to give a piece of our soul away in return! Del: We have no masters and we build our own road in life. Such is the way of the man who truly thinks and LIVES, rather than go through life as a mindless drone piloted by authority. Jones: A movement of not having to get jerked around by the guys in charge, huh? Jones: Sounds nice. You guys have any signup forms around here? Rick: *gasp* Rick: Jones, no!!! Jones: Oh, come on, you know I'm kidding. Jones: But seriously though! Jones: I'm sick of getting screwed with! Jones: We come here expecting to get some help for our FRIEND who is messed up in the head or something and we want to HELP her, and then what do we get?! Jones: Guns in our face and a couple of idiots in some basement playing make-believe with their fake movement! Rudy: It's not fake! Rudy: It's the fastest-growing non-denominational vaguely political movement in the country! Rudy: At least, according to Del's research it is. Rudy: We have hundreds of members! Jones: Oh, yeah, obviously. Jones: They must all be in the back, right? Jones: It's amazing how they're being really quiet and also not emitting any magic from their bodies whatsoever. Jones: I wasn't aware hundreds of people could do that! Del: They are out in the field, young man. Del: Building a future your Church could never imagine. Del: Now good day. Del: We are closing the store for the night. Del: Now, you may have forgotten the directions for how to leave Peat Trader's Hill. Del: Seeing as you've never had to think for yourself in your life. Del: So let me help you: the door is directly behind you. Del: After leaving the store, continue walking forwards until you fall off the nearest cliff. Rick: But...but we came to you for help! Del: No believer in the delusions of Truth is welcome here. Del: And especially no friend of captain MacLarren's. Del: No matter what this "help" you may need is, you can take it and stick it directly up your ass. Rudy: Thank you for coming!
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Jan 6, 2019 17:30:38 GMT
> Rick: Del’s supposed to be a numeralian, right? Where’s his headband?
> Jones: Commence sass-off.
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Post by randomwriter on Jan 26, 2019 6:32:25 GMT
>Jones, explain you’re trying to get a numeralian exile smuggled into numeralia against the followers of Logic, or something.
>Hal: INTIMIDATON STANCE
>Rick, also explain.
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Post by Succinct on Jan 27, 2019 1:51:36 GMT
"Exiled Numeralian needs help." Is the shortest thing I can think of that would likely convey enough information, to allow you to stay long enough, to explain why you are there.
Once Del is listening, you are likely there to get him to remove certain protocols from Sigma's headband. I doubt she would want to have the headband removed at the moment. I expect he would not be against removing restrictions on someone's freedom. Payment may still be required.
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Post by tailortf on Apr 16, 2019 11:07:59 GMT
>Explain that an exiled Numeralian needs help.
Rudy: Come on now, fellas. I already said "thank you for coming". Rudy: Don't make me get the cops. I know people in the town guard, y'know. Rudy: Both of them! Doug and Steven come over to play cards on the weekends. Rick: Look, we're not even the ones who need help anyway, it's our friend. Rick: She's a Numeralian, just like you are, I think, and- Del: A Numeralian? Is she from a surface exploration crew or- Del: Bah, nevermind! Del: I have better things to do than to talk to those slack-jawed automatons. Or to you, for that matter. Del: Good day, gentlemen. Jones: Great! Just freaking great! Jones: You know what, I'm sick of this. Jones: This is CLEARLY a problem between you and MacLarren, I'm just gonna call him and you two can deal with it on your own time. Del: Very well, if you must. Del: Though I warn you that it won't lead to anything. Del: I don't have much to say to the good captain anymore. Jones: Yeah, whatever. Jones: Hello, cap? You there? MacLarren: Yeah, yeah, I'm just getting ready for bed. Jones: Already? It's like seven. MacLarren: Hey, you live as long as I have, THEN you can complain about my bedtime. MacLarren: How'd things go with Del? Jones: Well, they didn't "go", exactly, they "are going". Jones: He's being pretty uncooperative. No offence, but your old friends kinda suck. MacLarren: Yeah, I was afraid something like this would happen. Let me talk to him. MacLarren: Hey, Del? You there? Del: No, goddammit, you weren't supposed to ACTUALLY call- Del: *sigh* Del: Yes, hello Charles, I hear you.
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MacLarren: Look, Del, these fellas here- Del: No. I refuse to speak to such a tiny man. MacLarren: Oh great, yeah. Good to know you haven't changed at all. MacLarren: This is how you talk to your captain? MacLarren: First time I've even SEEN you in, like, a decade, and THAT's what you have to say to me? Del: No, I meant that literally. I can barely see you. Make the screen bigger, please. Jones: Oh, uh...you can do that? Jones: Do you press it and hold or... Del: Just- just give it here. Del: Are instruction manuals REALLY so difficult to print? Del: Numeralia can surely do better than this. Jones: Hey, don't look at me. I'm just happy when I can get this thing to show color.
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Del: There. Jones: Wow, I didn't even know it could do that. MacLarren: Oh, huh. MacLarren: You know, maybe you should've told me you were going to do that. MacLarren: I would've at least put on some pants. Del: Ah, it's alright. Rick: No, that's alright.
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MacLarren: So, Del. MacLarren: Still doing these scribbles, huh? MacLarren: I never did understand abstract art. Del: Captain, I hope you didn't take the time out of your busy day just to come in here and insult my work. MacLarren: Yeah, no, of course. MacLarren: How's your little organisation doing? The United Atheist Whatever? Everything going good over there? Del: We are progressing steadily, thank you. Del: Membership has been on the rise as more and more people see the lies inherent in the system. Del: As I was telling your proteges here, we've reached several hundred members. Del: Of course, I suppose that wouldn't impress you. Del: After all, the Church has been quite successful lately. Del: All thanks to...her. The mighty Truthbearer. Del: I suppose it is quite easy to rise to the top when you don't care who you hurt to get there.
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MacLarren: My god, is THAT what this is all about? Still about that one time? MacLarren: I really need you to stop brooding about the past in your basement and FOCUS here, Del. MacLarren: It happened, it wasn't her fault. Let it go. Del: Oh, and I suppose everyone else can let it go just as easily as you and Karen? Del: Can Anna let it go? Or Michael? MacLarren: Alright, that's a low blow and you know it.
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MacLarren: Look, that has nothing to do with these guys in any case. They don't even know anything about it. MacLarren: Could you just help them out? Consider it a favor for me. Lord knows you owe me a few. Del: Charles, unlike you, I am fully capable of considering both past and present independently. Del: This conversation was never going to influence my decision in the first place. I already know what I will do. Del: I just consider this catching up with an old friend. Del: Or someone who used to be one, at least. MacLarren: Oh, come on now. Del: Tell me, Charles. Did she ever apologise? Del: To any of us? MacLarren: Well...you know the inner circle kinda fell apart after that day. MacLarren: You left, she sank into her work, I retired. MacLarren: Jane doesn't really bring it up, and we STILL don't know where Jamie is, the poor girl. MacLarren: Plus, Francine was born almost right after that, so- Del: Yes, yes. Del: Did she apologise or not? MacLarren: She's a busy woman, Del, alright? MacLarren: You can't expect her to keep track of EVERYTHING- Del: Answer the question, sir. MacLarren: ... MacLarren: I...like to think she would. Eventually. Del: I suppose that IS what you would think, yes. Del: You were always ready to make excuses for her. Del: Goodbye, captain.
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Del: Well, that was thoroughly depressing. Del: Thank you for that look back at how poorly I've led my life. Del: Now get out. Jones: What?! Jones: No. This is not acceptable. Rick: Yeah, I'm not sure what that was all about back there, but really?! Rick: You said you'd help! Del: I SAID that the conversation would not influence my decision. Del: It has not. I still have far better things to do than to assist you. Del: Especially considering that we don't carry anything that might be of assistance.
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Sigma: Er, hello? Mr. Rick, Mr. Jones? Sigma: I apologise, but it has been some time and I am wondering if it might be possible to do whatever it is you're doing somewhat faster? Sigma: According to my barometric readings, there is going to be a storm tomorrow and I would not wish for us to be caught in it on the way to Veriton.
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Del: Ah. Well hello there. Sigma: Oh, hi. Del: Now don't tell me. Del: You're a Sigma, of course. Cultural research division, as indicated by the red. Del: You look like you've been around for a relatively long time compared to most Numeralians... Del: I'm going to say Sigma-5-20-something? Obviously I can't know the personal identifier, but that feels quite close. Sigma: Oh my, that really is very close! Sigma: Sigma-5-23-0409, nice to meet you. Sigma: I would return the favor, but I'm afraid I am somewhat confused. Sigma: You LOOK like a Delta, but you would have to be one of the oldest Numeralians I've ever seen! Sigma: That, and you appear to not be wearing an interface, which is odd. Del: Yes, well, I'm an older model, so to speak. Del: We weren't quite as, heh, attached to our interfaces as you are. Sigma: Goodness. I suppose technology really does move quickly. Del: I suppose it does. Del: Say, while you're here, how about helping me with something? Del: Just a little experiment I've been running for old times' sake. Del: The surface has its' charm, but I do get nostalgic sometimes. Sigma: Of course! It would be an honor, sir.
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Del: Excellent, excellent! Del: One moment, I have it back here somewhere. Jones: I thought you said you weren't going to help us? Del: I don't see how this is helping you. I'm helping myself, if anything. Del: And in any case, this is quite an exciting research opportunity! I can't afford to pass it up just because of something I said earlier. Del: Ah, I do miss having a proper Research Associate at times. Del: Rudy here has proven to be quite a capable engineer, but nothing can compare to a classically educated Numeralian. Del: Oh, say hello to our guest, Rudy. Rudy: "Hello to our guest, Rudy." Rudy: Nah, I'm just kidding. Rudy: Nice to meet you, ma'am. Sigma: Very nice to meet you as well, sir! And I appreciate your use of etiquette very much! Jones: Psst, Sigma. Don't get so chummy with these guys, alright? Not sure about them. Jones: Well, okay, I'm SURE they're weird. I'm just not sure if they're on the up-and-up. Sigma: Oh, don't be silly, Mr. Jones. Sigma: It's simply a scientific experiment! Del: Yes indeed. Del: And I believe we can begin it in just about...
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Del: Alright, now, this next part of the experiment is very important. Del: By virtue of being the only part, that is. Del: Please look into the gem without blinking for a few seconds. Sigma: Alright. Sigma: Incidentally, just out of curiosity, what exactly is this meant to-
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Rudy: Alright, fellas, time to get out.Rick: Hey, come on! What gives?!Jones: No! I am DONE getting kicked out of places! Jones: Don't you DARE!Rudy: Store's closed, sorry! Rudy: You don't have to go home but you can't stay here either. Rudy: Now go on, git!Jones: Dude, Rick! Push! Why am I doing all the work here?!Rick: I AM pushing! It's like fighting a brick wall!Jones: How does this one guy outclass the both of us?!Rudy: It's all in the legs, fellas. Rudy: Maybe I can teach you some day. Rudy: Y'know, when you're not on your way out.==>Rudy: Thank you for visiting Fine Arts & Fine Arms! Rudy: Please come again. Rudy: Or don't! We'll probably be relocating again now that the Church found out where we are. Rudy: Oh, and if you want to join the United Atheists Alliance, please come back with proof of renouncement of your religion of choice and we'll consider it. Rudy: There are no gods, have a nice day!==>==>Rick: Ow. That guy can...really push. Rick: Are you okay, Sigma? You were kinda out of it for a while there.Sigma: I...yes. I think so. Sigma: Things feel about the same as normal, at least.Jones: Ugh, this sucks. Jones: Dammit, I KNEW we should've brought Hal in! Jones: The mighty forces of Truth, everybody. Getting kicked out by an old man and his manservant. Jones: How are we supposed to get to Numeralia now, Rick? Huh?!Rick: I don't know, man, we'll think of something! Probably. Rick: How come you care so much anyway? You didn't even want to go on this mission in the first place.Jones: Yeah, well, staying at home is obviously still what I want the most, but it ain't happening. Jones: So I'd AT LEAST like to try and get this done properly. Jones: *sigh* Jones: I GUESS I'll call MacLarren. If he isn't asleep at this point. Maybe he has something else for us. Jones: Sigma, are you absolutely SURE we can't just go to Numeralia in your house? Jones: It'd save everyone so much time, you have no idea.Sigma: Mr. Jones, I understand that you're frustrated, but I've told you before. Sigma: It's all in the Numeralian Ordinance Codex. Sigma: No Numeralian that has been designated as, uh... Sigma: Designated...without evaluation... ==>Sigma: No exile that has been- no, that's not it. Sigma: ...Hm. That's odd.Rick: What's up?Sigma: I...can't seem to pull up that particular ordinance. Sigma: It's like I forgot it somehow. Sigma: Strange.Rick: Yeah, it is. Rick: Well, good. Rick: I'm glad. Rick: It's a stupid rule anyway. Rick: What are they even afraid of to make up rules like that?==>Sigma: Well, it's meant to prevent too many foreign ideas coming into the country. Sigma: Since that might cause all kinds of trouble. Sigma: You know, anti-Numeralian sentiment and such.Rick: Well then you don't fit that definition, right?Sigma: I don't?Rick: Yeah! You talk about Numeralia all the time, you love that place! No way are you bringing in any anti-sentiment!Jones: Yeah, you ARE pretty into it still. Guys like Del over there are the ones that that law is for, probably.Sigma: Hm. I suppose when you put it that way, it DOES make sense. Sigma: ...you know what? You're right. Sigma: Yes, you're right! That law DOESN'T apply to me! Sigma: Or at least it shouldn't. Sigma: I've done so much research over the past few years about surface culture. It's changed MASSIVELY since the time the Codex was written! Sigma: Nobody down here is burning scientific works or persecuting scientists anymore. Sigma: That ordinance is probably outdated. Sigma: So...really, the only logical thing is to go to Numeralia and have it changed. Sigma: Right?Rick: Yeah! Rick: Come on, we can do it! We have the combined powers of Logic and Truth on our side! No way will people think that some silly law is more important than that!Sigma: Exactly! Sigma: Well then, what are we waiting for? Sigma: I believe that if we go now, we will be able to spend the night in Numeralia and head to the Numeralian Legislative Hall in the morning.Jones: Wait, really? We're just gonna...go? Like that?Sigma: Yes. Is there a problem with that?Jones: For once in my life there isn't. That's the thing that's confusing me, really. Jones: You know what? This is good. Let's just do it like this, yeah. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth and all that. Jones: To Numeralia!==>Jones: ...preferably as soon as possible. Jones: I think people might notice our parking job if we stay any longer.==>Del: And there she goes. Del: The little worker bee returning to her hive with such joy. Del: Will she make a difference, I wonder? Del: Or will the drones smell what I've done to her and sting her to death? Del: Hm. Del: Perhaps I am no better than the ones I seek to challenge.==>Rudy: Brooding again, boss? Rudy: Because I kinda wanted to clean behind the counter.Del: Oh, yes. Thank you, Rudy. Del: I'll be turning in for the night soon. Many things to think about. You can take the evening off as well.Rudy: Well hey, thanks. Rudy: What was that business with the experiment, anyway? Rudy: I thought you said it didn't work. Something about some guy named Victor.Del: Hmm? Del: Ah, I see. Del: Yes, I could never get the transmission vectors to work. The hardware keeps changing too quickly. Del: Still, you never know what might happen. We'll have to keep our ear to the metaphorical pavement.Rudy: Nice. You want I should follow them, see what they're up to?Del: ...the average Numeralian domicile can reach speeds of upwards of 100 kilometers an hour, Rudy. I doubt it would be worth your time.Rudy: I dunno, you've seen me. I can run pretty quick.Del: Yes, you certainly can. Del: But no, there's no need. We're bound to hear something about it soon if it does work out. Del: And in any case, there's a storm coming tomorrow and I wouldn't want you to get sick. 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BRIGHT!==>Research Associate: Hello there! Research Associate: Please make your way into the domicile at your earliest convenience! Research Associate: Though preferably as soon as possible as I have concerns about the integrity of this ladder!==>Alpha: Beta-7-26-4832. Alpha: I am pleased to see you well. I offer my thanks for maintaining my domicile during my time on the surface. Alpha: I trust your research has been progressing?Beta: Absolutely! Beta: In fact, I was hoping we could stay in this storm for a while longer so I could gather more data! Beta: This is one of the largest storms of the year so far, and during my descent I gathered some fantastic information on electrical atmospheric discharges!Alpha: Under normal circumstances I would support this, but unfortunately I am accompanied by the guests I have informed you of.Beta: Yes, the surface individuals. Naturally. Please, come in!==>Gil: Oh, god, finally some cover. Gil: So do you guys have a hamper or a clothesline or- Gil: Nope, just the standard one bed that seems to be in every Numeralian house. Awesome. Gil: Guess this place is getting real wet real fast.Beta: I trust everything is in order? Beta: It would be very inconvenient to have to quarantine the entirety of Habitation Block Alpha upon arrival.Alpha: Of course. I have been performing regular health scans. Alpha: Although not in peak physical condition, our guests are not carrying any type of disease.Beta: Excellent! Then feel free to "make yourself at home", as it were. Beta: Do you like that? I looked it up specifically for the occasion.Alpha: Fine work, Beta.==>Alpha: Now then, I believe it is time to go.Beta: Yes, now would be an appropriate time. Beta: If this storm were to grow stronger, I believe the domicile would not be able to withstand it.Alpha: Then it would be prudent to begin the ascension procedure.>Begin ascension procedure.
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