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Oh, also, I guess I'll continue the "end of round" question of how people are feeling about each perspective  We're over the hump and into the second half of the game by now, so things are definitely about to start getting shaken up even more than they already have.edit: wow, what a bad page snipe. uh. Devon 5 update on the last page!
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We're only just starting the second half? Dang, the game is longer than I thought. If each stack has 10 cards then that's 70 scenarios, and presumably at least an 'endgame' stack. 77 seems like a nice figure to end it on. Anyway err guess things haven't changed too much for me. Laverna > Thane > Lock > Devon > Vels > Eris > Mercury. Vels and Eris are good when they're actually interacting with more people, but it's inconsistent and Eris is a drag when she's just muttering at her screen. Mercury is honestly the most forgettable story so far and we're only getting their backstory now.
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ApplesandOranges posted:We're only just starting the second half? Dang, the game is longer than I thought. If each stack has 10 cards then that's 70 scenarios, and presumably at least an 'endgame' stack. 77 seems like a nice figure to end it on. oh we hit the halfway point during this round, and honestly the first half of the VN is a lot more frontloaded due to setup, worldbuilding, etc, things are about to start picking up pretty quickly from here
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I don't like how this is going, so I'd say I'm invested in the story. We've learned more about Lara this round, and the groundwork has been laid for a Deisma showdown. Ultimately, I still want to see Lock fail, but other than a minor speed bump with Odin, everything's been going his way.  Laverna tried to make a move with Baldera, so she's still at the top for me. Mercury has risen because of having some interesting Lara content. Vels has fallen even further, if that's possible, due to willing vandalism and the association with Lock. Lock is still scum. NeoRonTheNeuron fucked around with this message at 05:20 on Dec 10, 2023 |
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 [BGM: Silence]  I walked into Panthea's Forest far too often. I was getting used to this trek. That wasn't a good sign... but whatever. It can't really be helped. I just scrolled through Kamapa as I made my way to the crime scene. ...What? Okay, okay, yeah, sure, sometimes walking in the dead of night with the wind in your hair enlightens the mind or whatever. But sometimes you just need a quick distraction before facing the world, and Kamapa really was addicting. I mean, it was mostly worthless garbage, but there were some interesting gems scattered within the garbage. Gems strewn at just the right frequency to keep my attention. And so, down the well I scrolled. I kept just enough attention to keep myself from walking into any trees, and I scrolled as I made my way to the house. But it wasn't that long a walk; before I knew it, I saw in my peripheral vision the trees clear up. I must've been in the opening. I looked up, and sure enough, I was met with a slightly haunting sight. [BGM: Kicker]  The old mansion of Veronica Collins, burnt to a crisp. drat. This was... this was the sort of sight you'd see in a legit horror movie. The house was blackened with soot; various parts of it had fallen off, damage from the fire too intense. It looked... well, simply put, decrepit. Broken. Damaged. drat. I mean, I knew about the fire and all but... I guess I just had to see it with my own eyes to believe. Well, just looking in from the outside would only do me so much good. I had a job to do after all. I put my phone in my pocket... I straightened my posture... I put on my war face. And I walked back into the battlefield. Despite the nominal police tape drawn around the area, it took absolutely no effort to enter the crime scene; this was a rather appalling show from the police force. ...Well, it's not like I actually had faith in them. Whatever. I made my way to the front door and entered.  Inside, there were a number of officials walking about, taking photos and examining things. The place was packed, abuzz with chatter. Well, perhaps that played to my advantage. I'd have a bit of time to myself, before anybody had noticed that I'd made my way inside. I began looking around the main area; I had only moments, however, before I saw a familiar face begin to approach in the corner of my eye.  Hey, are youI turned around on a swivel.  Laverna Smyth, Private Detective Extraordinaire. Absolute pleasure to be of service, dear.I held out my hand for a handshake. Chara hesitantly accepted it. Uh, hi... And you are Chara Tucker, correct? Huh? Y-yes. How do you I am a detective, dearest, it is my prerogative to covet knowledge of all types.
 Say, complete change of subjects, but you were on the Restricted Floor the same day Olympo had that info leak, correct?  Huh? Uh, yeah. And you work most closely with Polly Deisma? I assume as much, for you to show up at the scene like this. Yes...At this point, Chara shook her hand from my handshake. Hm.I gave her a visible once over with my eyes. Then I shrugged my shoulders. Well, my employment on that case has been rescinded. And as much as I have natural curiosity, I make it a point to never turn anybody in without a healthy paycheck. Sets a poor precedent, you understand. Right. Uh, thanks. For what? ...[BGM: Dealing Hands]  This whole conversation, Chara seemed to be on a dazed backfoot. Good. Well, it was already late, and she had received troubling news, so it wasn't a hard state to put her in. While you're here, may I ask you a couple questions? Uh, sure? But to be clear, I wasn't here when Oh, are you talking about the current case? Small things for small minds. Small things? I wouldn't callChara caught herself. Okay, what do you want to ask?I turned back to examining the burned remnants of this mansion. This used to be the mansion of Veronica Collins, yes? Right. Can you describe how Polly Deisma came to purchase this estate? What the reason for it was? Precisely. I don't know, he was just looking for a place in the Forest. It had recently become available, it wasn't as expensive as some of the other things. There wasn't any real thought behind it. Did you help with the purchase? What? You heard me. I mean, I helped with the search somewhat, but obviously Polly had the final say. Naturally. Hey, why are you asking about this anyways? What's it got to do with anything? Maybe it deals with nothing. But, just possibly, it might just do with everything. Huh? You are aware that Veronica Collins' nephew, Maximilian Collins, recently passed away, correct? I think I heard about that, sure. I've been looking into that, among other things. I've taken a recent interest into the belongings of the late, great Veronica Collins. You know when someone passes away, they catalogue the deceased's belongings? A true measurement of the dead's collective worth. There was one item among the list that struck me curious. Ever the old-fashioned type, the sweet Veronica Collins kept herself a journal. Journals are truly the closest thing we have to an opening of the soul. If you say so. And I do. O-okay. Now, I cross-indexed that list with the storage container which kept many of the deceased's belongings... and for the life of me, I couldn't find that journal. Huh. That's weird. But, um, no disrespect miss, but why're you blabbering all this to me? Ah, because you see, this Mansion of Ashes may hold the answers I desire. You see, I have questions! Is this missing journal within these walls? Or, contrastingly, did the late Maximillian Collins pilfer that journal from the storage container? And in the case of the latter, is there potentially anything else left in this mansion which could provide insight into what the journal may have told Max? Oh, I see. But sorry to say, I don't think there's anything like what you said here. Speaking personally, I've cleaned a lot of this house, and I haven't found anything like what you described. I'm sorry, but I think it's a dead end. Hm. When approached with a dead end, it is my favored tactic to break through it with a proverbial pickaxe. Ah. And what does... and what does that mean, exactly?
Until we meet again![BGM: Ante Up]  And with pleasantries exchanged, I turned away and walked over to the police. I'd have to start with the official investigation soon enough. It was clear I wasn't going to get anything from Chara with this line of questioning, and if there was something to be found, the thorough police sweep would find it. ...Which officer found it, though, may be worth considering. Whatever, whatever. Let's just start with the task at hand. It wasn't long before I found the usual suspects. I made my way over.  Oh! Laverna, you m-made it. Ah, Lav. Hey. Laverna. What a warm reception. Well, it is certainly befitting; when a savior enters, it is only fitting to praise their name. Still, such owed respect is rarely shown. When it is, it ought to be celebrated, if only to encourage future similar responses. See, this is why you usually don't get warm receptions. Oh, Seth, don't be like that. Actually, I'm with Seth on this one. Indeed. That greeting, by all metrics, would be considered exceedingly obnoxious. My oh my. Aren't we in a grim mood today, huh? Tha No, no, I understand. I'll act accordingly. Surprisingly, I am glad to have you, Laverna. I presume you checked in with Pandora. Pandora? She was outside, making sure to authorize everyone who has the credentials to enter, and turn away everybody else?
Right, right. Of course I checked in with her, she did her job, yes.
Is there a reason this encounter took you a moment to remember? I am juggling a dozen cases a minute, Chief. My brain is cramped to the brim with important details - alibis, weapons, motives. To maintain all of this, it is necessary that superfluous details get erased as soon as they enter. And this authorization with Pandora is a superfluous detail? Most of my encounters with her are.
 After a moment, Arrianne gave a solemn nod. Understandable.Ugh. I rubbed my eyes. You okay? Why wouldn't I be? You were just, uh, rubbing your eyes. Yeah, well, when you wake me up at this time of night, I'm gonna be a little groggy. Then, uh, should you be here in the first place? I'm fine! Nothing kickstarts the brain like mystery. I assume that is why you are a little late to the scene. You are working with us, right? I presume Ms. Vasquez called you over? Uh... Actually, I called her over. Oh? Is that right? Yeah, well, I'm sure Baldera would've gotten to it had I not. She seems pretty insistent in involving Ms. Smyth here in any halfway interesting case. So I decided to just, uh, you know... cut to the chase. Efficient. I admire it. You have my thanks, Seth. It is always a gift to be able to solve the mysteries Panthea has to offer. And the commission kickbacks can't h-hurt either. Pfft. Truth is its own reward. Oh? Then should we just stop with the payments then? Well now, let's not get hasty there's power in precedent. If we just start going willy-nilly with what to pay or not pay, who knows what could happen! Chaos! Strife! Societal collapse! Uh huh.[BGM: Pip Count]  I noticed Baldera was smiling, but it was a muted smile. And I saw her expression earlier. I was left with a question: had Seth not intervened, would she have contacted me on her own? ...Legitimately, I didn't know. And that scared me. It was a bit worrying, the possibility I had permanently screwed something up with Baldera. That'd be real bad news if it were the case. Had I approached her too early? Was the pitch a mistake? Saying all those things... but no, no, it had to be done. How she took it, well, that was up to her, but it was definitely right to inform her. And in fact, it's probably for the better that she seems to be a little cold; I mean, think of the alternative. That she acted normal? Given what I had laid at her doorstep, that shouldn't have been possible, not for her. If she acted like that, that would've meant she probably already knew. And if she already knew, then she almost certainly had skeletons to hide as well. Conversely, if she did have things to hide? Would she really push away someone who was actively investigating mysteries? You'd think you'd want to get closer. No, no, this was a good thing. ...That's what I had to tell myself, at least. Now then, to business. I'm not brought here for my witty banter, as desirable a bonus as that may be. It isn't. I'm here for one thing, and one thing only: to discover crimes. To solve mysteries. To drag the overbearing cart of the world inches closer towards the ideal city of justice, one step at a time. We get it. But frankly, I am a little surprised that you were brought here for this case. Oh? Do not mistake me, it is most certainly an important case high profile. But there is not much mystery to solve. The facts at hand seem incredibly apparent; this is a job for forensics, not a private eye. Ha! I shall be the judge of that. The most mundane of cases can hide surprising depths. If you say so. Very well then. Mr. Johnson, care to give a summary of the events that have transpired? Uh, sure. Not a lot to summarize this time, but, what the hell. So, uh, not that long ago we got an emergency distress call; it came from one Polly Deisma. It was hard to make him out, but he was talking very quickly, in a nervous manner. There were the obvious sounds of chaos in the background. It was easy to piece the situation together. Polly's rushed explanation was confusing, but basically it said that there was a madman in his house that needed to be stopped get here as soon as p-possible. So we, uh, we did. We traced the call to this house in the forest, then made our way right here. Apparently very shortly after the call to us, a call was placed to the local fire department; a, uh, a fire had begun to rage, presumably, in connection with the incident. It was a little difficult to get to the house, being in the Forest and all. That's the risk you take for living here. You gotta know that when you buy a house here. Rather cold of you, Ms. Vasquez. You know, I think it is. ... Uh, well, despite that, we were able to get here. The fire department handled the situation as best they could. That's a vague way of phrasing things. Huh? You're not really telling me what's important. Did they do a good job or a bad job? I can't tell from the results, it depends on how bad the fire was. And how is this important? I don't yet know. You don't know a Chekhov's Gun is important until it's fired. You do if you are observant. Well naturally, us detectives can sense future plot developments in media a mile away. It's just an extension of logical reasoning. I get surprised by plot developments. Maybe keep that to yourself, Baldera. Your boss is right there. Uh, yeah, right, like the Chief's going to penalize me because I can't predict the end of a movie. Are you hearing what she's saying? I am. And I am hearing what you are saying. Ms. Vasquez, it seems like we need to work on your deductive reasoning. Seriously? Uh, guys? Feels like maybe we're definitely off track here. Did the fire department do a good job or a bad job! I, uh, I don't know! Decent? They did a decent job? I see. ...Okay, well, um, so since then we've been investigating around the house, looking for evidence of exactly what went down. Turns out, despite the fire and all, this place really didn't take that much damage. We've found plenty of evidence.Seth walked us over to a table, on top of which a variety of evidence pieces were gathered in an organized manner. Right here's a pistol. Found it under that burned couch right there. Forensics will have a field day with that. This pistol's owner... According from a statement from Mr. Deisma, it was the assailant's pistol. We also got a handful of bullet shells. Ooh! And this pan thingy has some bullet impacts on it. Probably some struggle there, huh? In my line of work, bullets do tend to indicate a struggle. Be it physical or emotional, that depends on the specific circumstance. Well, uh, okay, there's also these... metal canisters, left behind. Metal canisters? Yeah, the way Mr. Deisma tells it, apparently they were like... mini grenades? But I'm telling you, I haven't seen anything that looks like this." Are you a grenade expert, Mr. Johnson? Me? Uh, no. Then I would ask why you are speculating on such things. Sorry, ma'am. For all we know, these are very common devices; let us not begin making wild assumptions. R-right. The congress dances, but does not progress. Excuse me? Nothing ma'am.[BGM: Ante Up]  It appeared I had miscalculated who could hear my mumbling. Well, whatever they are, we'll be doing tests on them. Maybe that'll turn something up. And of course!Baldera slapped a small black plastic box with a removable top. This is the money! And since it is the 'money,' Ms. Vasquez, please treat it with a bit more respect. Uh, right, sorry Chief. But yeah, this is a collection of bits of forensic evidence we've found.Baldera opened up the box to show a small pile of tiny plastic baggies, each with a single hair inside. Fire did a number on stuff. Plus, you know, it's a house. Likely a lot of guests. But we're hoping that one of these runs up something useful. We can not be sure though. It is likely that the assassin did not leave any hairs behind. Assassin, assassin, why are you all using this word? The way you described it, Polly was reporting in a scuffle? Oh, right. Our bad Lav, we should've said. Apparently, Polly thinks the person who broke in came to kill him. My oh my, that is quite an accusation to levy. Does he have any proof of this? His testimony has been a little, uh, all over the place. So, from what he's Just then, an unknown officer came in and whispered something to Chief of Police Arrianne. She nodded and dismissed them. They were not able to locate them. drat. ... What is that about? Oh, the moment us police began to show up, we saw a figure fleeing the house into the forest. Officers were dispatched after the mysterious figure, but apparently there was too much of a lead. Too much of a lead? You're content to let the killer get away just like that? It's, uh, it's not like that Laverna. Indeed. According to Mr. Deisma, the figure spotted fleeing was an acquaintance of his, staying at the house during the time of the incident. He says he doesn't know why they hightailed it; awfully suspicious, if you ask me. I agree. I'd also like to see this individual. Eh. Probably doesn't matter.I got three blank looks. You heard me. Anyways, I'd like to speak with the victim himself. Your third hand accounts are vague and poorly explained. Hey! I'd like to hear him explain the situation. A sensible enough approach. I don't see an issue with it. I guess... It is settled then. Laverna, feel free to interrogate Mr. Deisma as you see fit. He is currently residing in the neighboring room.Arrianne pointed out exactly where Polly currently was. There's a lot to do, and we've already heard his testimony, so we won't be joining you. I trust that you can handle yourself in front of the victim appropriately? I'll have you know I have a superb bedside manner. ...If you say so.I wanted to engage in the typical tit-for-tat chatter, but for whatever reason, I just felt exhausted. Keeping up my persona to the extent that I had already was more energy than I felt like I had in me. So instead, I just gave a small, grateful nod and turned to the door. With confidence I strode in. And I was met with an all-too familiar face. Ah. Polly Deisma.[BGM: Ones Are Wild]   Oh! You...Polly's face morphed with confusion. I... know you, right? Ah, you remembered. How flattering. And here I was, thinking that you were too drunk to remember any of the details of our encounter.Instantly, the confusion on Polly's face turned to embarrassment.  Oh, uh, well... I don't... Sorry, I don't remember our meeting that well. I figured as much. Do not worry, that much is expected. We did not speak for long, and not of anything with much substance. Laverna Smyth, private investigator.I held out my hand. Polly reciprocated with a shake.  Polly Deisma, employee at Olympo. ...Oh, but uh, you probably already know that. I already know that? How presumptuous, Mr. Deisma. Arrogance is not a flattering look on you. Oh! No, sorry, I just thought, you know, since you already said you knew me, and you were investigating... Well, I do already know that. That's my job, Mr. Deisma: I know things, I'm knowledgeable. I know who you are and where you work... and I know you'd assume I already knew that regardless of whether or not I was a private investigator.Polly didn't have a response to that. He just sheepishly looked down, awkward. It was always a good policy to keep suspects on the defense, but considering everything, this policy needed to be doubly in effect with Polly. ...Relax, Polly. Remember, I am here on your side. Ah, yeah, right. That is, if the truth is on your side. Wh-what? What does that mean? Absolutely nothing. Now, as I understand it, you were nearly killed tonight? Um, yeah. My, how troubling. You have my sympathies, I simply can't imagine what that experience must be like. Oh, well thank you. Honestly, I'm more in shock than anything else. But Mr. Deisma, it strikes me that people don't go setting other people's houses on fire haphazardly; usually there is a motive when events like this occur. Not always. Sometimes it's just a random act of violence. Rarely. Extremely rarely. Surprising as it may be for you to hear, I don't believe you are the exception to the rule, at least, not in this case. Do you know who would have a motive to attack you like this? Motive? To attack me? Uh, no, I can't really, um, think of anything. Mr. Deisma. You, the son of the infamous Odin Deisma, center of numerous controversies, stakeholder in Olympo, can not fathom a single possibility as to why someone might wish to bring you harm? Is that the story you expect me to believe? I... You know, it's complicated. It's quite simple, Mr. Deisma: a crime has been committed, and the criminal must be brought to justice. If you can not provide a likely motive, then I will have to do the work of scrounging up what that motive might be. Surely being the gentleman that you are, you would do me the favor of sparing me such laborious work? ... I mean, I have been trying to rise up the ranks in the Olympo company. It's possible some of the other shareholders didn't look too kindly on that. I see, I see. So then, it is your belief that this attack stems from your business rivals, threatened by your status? I mean, if I had to guess? Hmm. Mm. Mhm. Hmm.
Mmmm... Uh, are you going to ask me anything else? Any follow ups? Do not rush genius. The cogs turn at a predetermined rate. Sorry. Ah, it's all a mess now. Very well, we can just proceed. You know what? Let us start at the beginning. Could you describe the incident, in as much detail as you can, from the beginning? Yes. Yes, I can do that. Okay, so... Polly took a moment to compose himself. Then, he began to speak. It was a night like any other. The dark skyline gave no indication of what would soon transpire. The dramatic narration is not necessary... but heavily appreciated. Thanks, I thought it'd add to it. So, like most nights, I go to bed pretty late. I fall asleep, nothing's indicated that things are weird. And then, in the middle of the night, I hear a scuffle. A scuffle? Yeah, a commotion, a fracas, a brouhaha. It was coming from outside my room, so I rush out into the hallway, and I see a mysterious figure in a hoodie struggling with my friend. My friend had, um, a habit of staying late, and I guess it was just luck that they happened to stumble across the intruder. Wait, wait, hold up - your friend? I assume this is the figure that the cops spotted fleeing from the scene not too long ago? Mhm. Who's the friend? What are they doing here? Oh, uh, it's...All of a sudden, Polly got fidgety. It took me a second to process the likely reason for this. Polly, who's the friend? Oh, just, you know. Vels. Vels? Yup. Vels. Does this Vels have a last name? Any physical characteristics? I don't happen to know Vels' last name, but, uh... Vels wears a red hoodie... has these lightning arm tattoos... ...I'll be honest, Vels likes to play things close to the chest. And that's why Vels fled from the scene? ... You don't find that suspicious? Why would I find that suspicious? Let me rephrase - I find that suspicious. Yeah, well, what's it to you? Look, Vels isn't on trial here I'm the victim here! You should be on my side! I am on your side. I am trying to assess all possible threats. But fine, I'll drop the matter. Though for what it's worth, I'm convinced the people outside are going to have a lot more questions for you on this front, so I'd get your story straight. Me though? I'm only interested in what I'm interested in. Whatever reason this 'Vels' has to stay out of the police eye, none of my business. So Vels and the hooded man were fighting. ...Wait Vels also wears a hoodie, right? Yeah, uh, Vels wears a red one. This other guy's wearing a grey one. Fine. So after seeing me, grey hoodie goes crazy, tries to shoot me. Luckily, I protect myself. By blocking the bullets with a nearby object? Yes! Exactly. But the crime scene would indicate that this little scenario played out not on the second-floor hallway, but in the main area of the first floor. Oh, right, yes, the fight kind of... progressed down the stairs at some point. Hm.
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 [BGM: Challenger]  Why was Polly distorting the truth in such minor ways? I could only conclude that in an attempt to hide more important details, he was accidentally scrambling up the whole story. The fight proceeded, but, uh, I stayed out of it mostly was able to place the call to the police. Then I threatened the man in the grey hoodie, told him to get away while he still could. We exchanged some brief words, but eventually the guy saw reason. He hightailed it out of there, but not before throwing a flashbang and an incendiary grenade. I called the fire department, tried to handle things the best I could, but, well... you can sort of see how that all played out. And that's pretty much it. That right? Yup. Look, Laverna. Believe me, I'm glad to have your presence. But, uh... I don't exactly think there's much mystery to be solved here. Someone tried to kill me. They got away. Oh well. You just elucidated the exact mystery. Somebody tried to kill you; they got away. "But no, not 'oh well' more like, 'oh no, we have to catch them!' Isn't that a natural reaction? Uh, duh. In that case, why are you saying 'oh well?' I, uh, I was just sort of giving the sentiment because... I mean, at this point, it's out of my hands, right? Either there's forensic evidence that can track the bastard down or not. Roll of the dice. I mean, from the way the guy moved, I have to assume he's a professional, which means just checking people with motives for their alibis is a dead point. Don't be so quick to dismiss tried-and-true methods of detecting, there is still much within your power to change. For instance - you could supply me with a description of the culprit; his build, his facial structure, stuff like that. Uh... I guess? I don't know how much help I'll be. It was pretty hectic. Understandable. Just speak to the events to the best of your recollection. Sure. So, how high would you describe the assailant? What was his build? Uh, normal, normal? What's normal? I dunno. Okay, how about we start with something more basic. What was the color of his hair? I couldn't see his hair well. Like I said, he had a hoodie. Oh! And a facemask too, that also obstructed things. ...All right, but still, you should have at least been able to make out his hair color. Yeah, I don't know Laverna, it was really hectic. I don't think I got a good look at his hair.
Eye color? You expect me to remember something like that when my life is at stake? What was his voice like? I don't know, it was muffled! Facemask, remember? Oh, facemasks barely muffle voice. And you said you had a short conversation with him. I mean, yeah, okay, I heard some of his voice, but I don't know how I'd describe it. And how do I know it was even accurate? You know, people can speak in very different tones. You could hear five voices and not know they were all coming from the same talented voice artist. Are you seriously suggesting that this assassin is a voice artist? I'm saying if I was going to someone's house to kill them, I'd probably try and disguise my voice somewhat. Look, I just don't want to give misleading information. You know, I read a thing that said that most people primarily identify others based on the voice they hear....What was Polly doing? I know he saw more of this assassin than this. This wasn't ignorance... this was deliberately obscuring the truth, which led me to one big question: why? What on earth was he doing? This man had broken into his house, tried to kill him. What was his angle here? The earlier stuff, I got. This? I needed to push on this. ...Mr. Deisma, I'm sad that you're not being honest with me. Not honest? What do you mean, what am I not being honest about? You had a protracted struggle with a man who tried to kill you. I'll be blunt: I don't believe you could have possibly seen as little as you claim to have seen. I don't know what to say! It was traumatic. It was hours ago. If there was a time to recall details, now would be it. I've never been a detail-oriented person, okay? Ask literally anybody who knows me. Why aren't you describing the assailant in more detail? Why are you stifling this investigation? Pah. Stifling this investigation? Why would I do that? I don't know, that's what I asked you! Polly Deisma, an attempt has been made at your life. I am asking you for information that would help locate the person who tried to end it, and you are not cooperating. Why? I'm telling you what I remember. ... ... ...[BGM: Ante Up]   Sooooo... up until now, I've been nice enough to only include statements in your Deductions that should actually be selected. But sorry to say, I can't always play gatekeeper.  Sometimes irrelevant thoughts'll get in. Or, hell, useful thoughts that won't fit in a Deduction. Whoopsies. Hey, look, it's really not a big deal. Use all your conjunctions. Pair them with statements that make a valid Deduction. Nothing's changed, you just gotta be a bit more discerning. And you're already discerning! You're going to discern the hell out of those statements. Go on, get discerning! X + Y + X + Y + X + Y + X. [X] - A third party was seen fleeing from the scene. - Polly is lying. - Polly can't give details about the assassin. - There was no assassin. - He knows the assassin. - He was in close proximity to the assassin. [Y] - because - but - therefore Solution: Polly can't give details about the assassin but he was in clear proximity to the assassin therefore Polly is lying because he knows the assassin. [You won 7 chips!] You recognize the assassin. What?[BGM: Double Down]  That's the only thing that makes sense. Maybe you didn't in the moment, but right now, you clearly know who tried to kill you. Wh-what? That is, I mean, absolutely absurd. What sort of detective are you? The smart kind. The kind that realizes that if this was a hired killer out for you, you'd have no trouble describing them. I mean, even if you thought you knew who might've put a hit out for you and wanted to protect them, a thoroughly weird situation but let's just imagine it, you still could describe the assassin they hired pretty effortlessly. That's no skin off your back. No, no, the only reason you'd skimp on details of the attacker is if you specifically recognized your attacker and didn't want them identified by the police. That is, I mean, I don't even know what to say. No need. I can go from here. So, with this in mind, should we assume your whole story is fabricated? No, no, I don't think that's likely. It was already too weird and disjointed, if you were making something up, it'd be a lot cleaner. Somebody that you know broke into your house, dressed in a gray hoodie, with the intent to murder you... and yet you're not turning on them. Why? Some sort of loyalty?  For you to cover for someone who tried to kill you, you must be extremely close. Seriously? But no, that doesn't make any sense... Exactly! If someone very close to you had tried to kill you... you'd feel... betrayed. Yeah, you'd feel outraged. Take no offense to this Mr. Deisma, but you strike me as a largely emotional person, someone who would be driven by short-term impulses, not thinking about the larger picture. If somebody that you trusted snuck into your house and tried to murder you, you'd be outraged! You'd be fuming! I resent that description. Resentment noted, but I don't care if you resent the description, I care if you object to it. I mean, if not objecting to it will get you to realize how dumb you're being right now, then fine, you got me. I'm dumb and emotional, if one of my friends tried to kill me, I'd say. Obviously. So can you drop this? Drop this? Mr. Deisma, now things are interesting. The assassin... this is somebody that you feel close enough to that you'd recognize them, despite everything. Somebody that you'd go as far as lying to the police to prevent them from being found out. And yet, somebody that you wouldn't be outraged at for trying to murder you; somebody that you don't necessarily trust. And of course, it would have to be somebody who would actually plausibly do something like this. It couldn't be somebody with too much to lose, nobody high on the social pecking order, because sneaking into your house to kill you themselves isn't the style of the elite it's beneath them, it's unnecessary. So then! The killer is somebody you know and feel like you have to protect, but somebody you're not close with, you don't trust, and on top of all of that, this person isn't wealthy, which usually wouldn't be an indicator of much but considering your societal class actually limi Enough!Polly was starting to get annoyed. You're totally off base, Ms. Smyth. Do you really think that I woulPolly was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I thought I was told that I'd havMy complaint was stopped in its tracks when I actually turned around to see who had opened the door. ...Well, isn't this an interesting development? [BGM: The Bomb]  Right in the doorframe, stood Art Deisma, Polly's brother.  Behind him stood Chara, looking less than enthused. For a moment, Art and Polly just looked at each other. Despite no words being exchanged, I could feel an intensity in the air. Maybe I was just imagining things; though, by the look on Chara's face, I wasn't the only one who felt it. Then, Art took a step forward. Then another. And all of a sudden, Art was hugging Polly tightly. Polly was, perhaps understandably, taken a bit aback by this development. He was unsure how to respond acts of brotherly love like this were likely uncommon. Still, Polly knew to play along. With a somewhat strained look on his face, Polly hugged Art back. The two embraced for a somewhat uncomfortable period of time... and then, finally, Art let go.  Polly. Thank goodness you're all right. Are you... are you hurt at all? Uh, no, not really. What are you doing here? I heard the news grapevines and whatnot. You were attacked, right? ...Uh huh. And again, I'm not sure what you're doing here. Polly! I know that our relationship has been, well, somewhat strained, but... above all else, you are my brother. If I hear that someone has made an attempt on your life, well, it is only natural that I would come and see what has happened. Lord knows Odin won't be visiting. Yeah, dad's never been the touchy-feely type. Maybe if I had actually killed my attacker instead of just fending him off, I'd have gotten some of his respect. Even still, I'm sure he's concerned. I mean, Jesus Polly, an assassin? How dreadful. When I heard your life had come into jeopardy, well, I just dropped everything and came here to see you. It was so troubling to hear of this incident. ...That right? Polly's expression hardened. Once again, a minor staredown occurred. Polly's disdainful look was apparent, but Art refused to flinch. Seeing the two go back and forth like this.. well, for lack of a better word, it was captivating. Maybe that was a weird reaction, but Chara was also in the room, and she was equally silent. I didn't take her for the type to stand by idly and wordless. After perhaps a second too long, Art began his response.  Obviously. How else would I react? Oh, I don't know. Here I was thinking that you'd be throwing a minor party hearing that I was in danger. You know, Polly, I realize you're in shock, but there are some jokes that are simply not in good taste. I wasn't joking. Seriously? Polly, who do you take me for? Even with our differences, our fights... a brother just can't be happy with the death of another brother. Hmm. You know, I thought that too.Another beat. Then, Art turned to me. Ms. Smyth, do I have that right? Excellent memory, Art. A pleasure to see you at the scene. Our relationship may not have been entirely pleasant, but our last meeting proved your capabilities. I am happy to see that such good hands are on my brother's case. Uh, Mr. Deisma, you are aware that Panthea's police force is currently providing their full attention to this case? Yes, sure. But, well, between you and me, the police force... eh. They're okay. I see what you mean. Of course, I'm grateful for their services, unquestionably, but it's good to have as many sets of eyes on something like this as possible. A single added eye can make a dimension of difference. Yes, 3D movies, very clever. So, do you have any theories; any idea who could have done this? It's early stages. Lots of possibilities to consider. Right, right. Yes, considering Polly's storied past... well, no doubt you have your hands full with suspects. A lot of people would like to do my brother in. What the hell's that supposed to mean?Finally, Chara decided to start speaking. Oh, come on Chara. Surely you know what my brother's like. Yeah, I do. And I know that he doesn't have lists of people who want to kill him. Is that your opinion? You know, maybe they came after me to get at you, Art. Hurt the people close to your target. Why, this is an interesting theory. Right? I mean, if we're talking about people who have a lot of enemies, you fit that bill a lot better. And a lot of your enemies would be a lot more willing to go to tactics like this, huh? Really Polly? We're going there? Isn't that beneath you? Yeah, well, I guess we're both reaching new lows. You're crazy if you think this even gets close to your lowest point. And I'm really starting to resent your implications. That right? Then maybe don't give those implications ground, huh? Ground? Why[BGM: Silence]  It was at this point Art turned to look at me. Polly and Chara quickly followed suit. Before I knew it, all three were giving me a rather pointed stare. ...I could pick up on social cues. As much as I'd like to hear this conversation... Fine. What? Perhaps surprisingly, I can read the mood. And one of my least favorite pastimes is staying in rooms in which I am not wanted. I think I've heard what I need to regarding the crime from Polly.I turned directly to Polly. Rest assured, Mr. Deisma, your would-be assassin will be brought to justice... no matter who would prefer otherwise. R-right, thanks.I began to walk over to the door. However, before I reached it, I paused in my tracks. Oh, and one other thing. The actual cops are far from over with any of you. So go on, have your conversation... but I would get your stories straight. Especially that part about Vels, Polly, I get the feeling Seth is going to be really pushy about that. So, you know. Mind yourselves.Before I could see their reactions, I continued out the door, back to the main area of the house. [BGM: Stand]  Arrianne, Seth, and Baldera were still standing around discussing things. On the nearby counter was the collected evidence. Hmm. I walked over to the group. Ms. Smyth. Did you get what you wanted? Oh, I got more than just what I wanted. That's good. R-right? Sounds good. I mean it's gotta be good, right? She'd be saying it differently if it wasn't. This is Laverna, Baldera, I don't think we can use that as an indicator. It is good Seth, thanks for asking. More to the point, I imagine you let Art Deisma into the house? Of course. Yes, well, if I were you, I'd go and join Art and Polly. Their conversation seems fruitful.Arrianne looked hesitantly at Seth and Baldera. Then, she nodded.  Very well.She moved over to the room; Seth followed in her stead. Baldera, however, stayed. drat it, what was this? Not interested in those affairs, Baldera? I'll join up with the others in a minute, I just...Baldera looked down. It looked like she was struggling with her words. That... that was actually a good sign, right? I want to say something to you.I looked over to the door. Art and Polly would probably cause a lengthy scene. Well then. Speech is in your capability, is it not?Surprisingly, this actually elicited a small chuckle from Baldera. Don't change, Lav. Others might want you to, but you really shouldn't. I don't intend to. Good. You're good as is. And that includes... your decisions.Oh. This was about  I wanted to talk about what we talked about last time. And I want to say... I'm sorry. Huh. You're sorry? Right. I acted cold then. I've been acting cold since. And that's... that's not fair. You were just looking out for me. You thought I could handle the truth. And it turns out... I don't know if I can. Hesitation is natural, Baldera. I'd be more concerned if you had not. But if you're referring to it as the truth, then I think you can handle it. Let me be clear. Your accusations relied heavily on circumstantial evidence. They were vague, unfocused, nothings in reality. I didn't make accusations; I gave facts. Uh huh. Look, maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong. I'll get to the bottom of all of that, one way or the other. But regardless, I shouldn't blame you for asking questions. We're both detectives; asking questions should be our bread and butter.I merely nodded. Apology accepted. Oh, also.[BGM: Kicker]  To be clear, I didn't just call you over to apologize. You didn't? No, not really. I came to show you this.Baldera pulled something out of her pocket. It was... a phone? What's that? I found it hidden in a shell. A shell? Yeah, a shell. I think it was part of an art piece or something? Anyways, it was tucked away pretty snugly, but since the shell was chipped at some point along the way, the phone wasn't all that hidden. Whose phone is it? I mean, I'd imagine it's Polly's, but I can't be sure. Okay. And you're showing this to me because...Baldera looked around, making sure nobody was watching. Then, she put the phone in my hand.  I want you to hold onto this for me. To look into this for me. Me? Look into this? The Deismas... I've always found them fishy. Anyone with half a brain would. Normally I'd put this with the evidence, we'd have a digital forensics team crack it open... but with the concerns you've raised...I could fill in the gaps. Baldera was concerned that her own police force couldn't be trusted not to tamper with the evidence. Perfect. Telling Baldera about her coworkers was absolutely the right choice it was already starting to pay off. Okay. Thank you for trusting me with this, Baldera. Know that I will make sure the truth comes to light. Please do. Lord knows I'm breaking so many protocols with this... Ugh, I just don't want my deviance to be for nothing. It won't be, trust me. Also, word of warning, the phone looks to be locked. I don't know what to do about that. Don't worry. Funnily enough, I think I know somebody who can handle stuff like that. Is that somebody someone you can trust? Eh. Grand scheme of things, I guess. Okay then. Uh, I'm going to go catch up with the others. I spend too long just talking with you, they might get suspicious. Or worse, I'll be lectured for being a slacker. Smart thinking.Baldera took a few steps towards the door the others were in... then, she looked back to me. You coming?I shook my head. You all were right. There isn't a mystery to be solved. This is a job for boring forensics officers, not a bonafide truth seeker such as myself. You sure? It'll be more boring without you. And it'll be more boring without me elsewhere. Sorry, but simply put, I won't be any use deployed here. Tell the Chief I'm dismissing myself from this investigation.Baldera shrugged her shoulders, a little perplexed but not in the mood to fight it. If you say so.And like that, Baldera walked away. And there I was. Alone. For a single, glorious moment, I was all alone. Finally. I'd be leaving the scene soon enough, job more than done... but first, there was a matter that needed to be handled. [BGM: Silence]  I walked over to the counter with all the evidence lined up. I stood right above the box collecting hair samples. And then, with a single gloved hand, I opened the box lid. Inside, the box was filled with a bunch of tiny plastic bag, each with a hair or two carefully placed inside. It was a cavalcade of evidence. It could undoubtedly say a lot about everybody who's been in this house. For people who didn't want that information to be discovered, it was natural what they'd do. ...And so, my next move was obvious: I began stuffing the plastic bags in my pocket. Five or six at a time, I moved them from the box into my pocket. I was a little nervous if I'd be able to take them all. But lo and behold, in a matter of seconds, I had completely emptied the box. Good. I put the box's lid back on. And then, without a moment's hesitation, I walked out the front door. ... My game broke and didn't load the illustration here, sorry about that.  You know what would've been funny? If Pandora was in charge of that evidence box. Because then it would've been... You know, Pandora's.... You get it, it's a good joke. You know what, gently caress it, I'm retconning it. Pandora owned the evidence box, she donated it to the force, like, years ago. Who cares if its not real? Its not like that affects anything. Oh, sorry for the spoilers. Sorry I spoiled the fact that who owned the evidence box initially isn't going to be some ground breaking piece of the mystery narrative. Uh, I feel like you might be projecting right now. I didn't think that was a spoiler. You... I don't know. I guess I'm just touchy about the whole spoiler subject. You see, I have this friend. Real annoying dude, always with the nitpicks and lectures. But he's handy with tech poo poo, so I keep him around. He says I have a real problem with spoiling things for him. But what can I say? I'm a chatty Cathy, I like to talk. I just think people have different definitions of spoilers. I'm a real 'in it for the journey' gal. My friend on the other hand, why, he prefers to go into movies without even watching the trailer, if he can help it. What say you? What's your take on it? I'm pretty spoilerphobic. You're with him? Ugh. Forget I asked. Anyways, I define spoilers as actual, like, reveals. A random plot detail from early on isn't a spoiler!And even if it was, it shouldn't matter. You know, science backs me up on this one. Studies show that going into a work knowing a spoiler actually tends to increase enjoyment. Crazy, right? It's the 'bomb under the table' effect, I suppose. Almost makes you wonder why the creators even bother to make the twists secret in the first place, if knowing them will improve the experience. Almost. Actually... Why, I've had just an awful idea. Do you... want to hear a spoiler? For this story right now, want me to spoil something for you? ...Sure. Really? You'll really let me do this? Actually... Now that I think about it, it doesn't feel right to just, you know, do this. Feels like you should have to pay for it. ...Say, 30 chips. Yeah, 30 chips, that sounds right. So what do you say, 30 chips, spoiler on the house? I accept. Okay, but wait. Actually think before you go through with this. I don't want to hear any whining after the fact. And I mean, apparently you hate spoilers, so you seem like the type to complain after the fact. If you accept this deal, I am, for real, not a joke, going to spoil an incredibly major twist... one I see you currently have not come across. Will this make things better for you? That's a risk, something I can't say for sure. Science says yes, common writing advice says no. ...But seriously though, don't go through with this if you're not ready. And don't say I didn't warn you. I've... changed my mind. Okay, phew. I'm going to be real, I said the whole 'pay for spoilers' thing without thinking it through. Once we got there, I realized that maybe it was a really really bad idea. Good. This is as it should be. Come across it in your own time. Next up, let's check in with Lock. Mix. fucked around with this message at 06:02 on Dec 14, 2023 |
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Glad we aren't getting that spoiler! Looks like we're seeing the aftermath of Devon vs Vels. Polly doesn't seem to mind too much about Devon, and Art is a bit brazen, showing up here. It's nice to see everyone, including Laverna, has tired of Laverna's antics. 
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Yeah to be clear you CAN get a spoiler there, and it IS a real (and big) one I'll say what it is once we hit the point when we naturally learn it.
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Laverna rubbing her eyes and suddenly feeling tired doesn't seem to be for nothing. Feels like something's going on. Is she running herself ragged, just tired, or something involving foul play?
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Mix. posted:Oh, also, I guess I'll continue the "end of round" question of how people are feeling about each perspective Preciate you stepping up while I was out, thanks! Obviously all of these plot threads are intertwined and interconnected to some degree, but between the three big spheres of the corporate (including the Deisma family's soap opera), the political (Bach vs. Aija) and the criminal (The Duats), which intrigues you the most, which do you like the most?
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ApplesandOranges posted:Laverna rubbing her eyes and suddenly feeling tired doesn't seem to be for nothing. Feels like something's going on. Is she running herself ragged, just tired, or something involving foul play? Well there WAS a sleepytime maritime container....
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 [BGM: Trick Score]  The late sky was electric. No, not the sky the air. There was an energy emanating from the air, or at least, I felt like there was. It was a familiar, comforting feeling. Oddly comforting. I mean, on the surface, it shouldn't feel safe; it should actually feel dangerous. I mean, this was the energy in the air I felt when a con was in full swing... when I was going to put moves in motion. And almost by definition, that meant I was assuming risk. I wasn't actually safe at all. But the actual matter of fact as to whether or not I was safe wasn't the point. The reason I got this feeling in the air was the familiarity of it all... and the excitement. Frankly speaking, I got an adrenaline rush from all of this. Telling blatant lies, coming up with new ones on the spot, pushing opponents to the edge, always being one step from the brink yourself... I had to be careful with this way of thinking. At times, it felt like I was dangerously close to becoming some sort of adrenaline junkie. It was important to remember, the thrill of it wasn't why I did it. ...It was, perhaps, fourth on my list of motivations. Still. It was empowering. And I needed empowerment at times like this, at times when I was willingly charging head first into the lion's den. I got up from my seat on the bench. All right. Time to start this.  I began leaving Panthea's Central Park, making my way over to the nearby Governor's Office. I lugged a small bag for my laptop with me. This was a tricky point I was about to reach. Honestly, when I came to Panthea, I never thought I'd have to make moves like this, but, well... you play with the cards you're dealt. At this point, I was close I almost had enough pieces. But I was still missing some information. I was still missing some opportunity. Before I could start knocking over some serious domino pieces, I'd need a bit more wiggle room to work with... which brought me to tonight's mission. Maybe I'd just be shot, straight up, but that seemed unlikely for a number of reasons. And anyways, I had some backup plans for such an eventuality; always have a backup plan. ...That was a mantra I had been sticking to less, as of late. I had, frankly, gotten myself in some situations that were far too close for comfort. But none of that mattered now. Right now, I had the tempo. I'd use it. I walked across the street to where the Governor's Building was. I had given some thought about how to approach this night. ...Or rather, who should approach this night. Alternate identities were almost certainly the greatest weapon I had under my belt. I utilized multiple personas to great effect back in Aurea; using them basically turns a one-man-army into a small armada, in some senses. I mean, it was a difficult balance to juggle, no doubt, but the results spoke for themselves... and I'd used them to similar effect so far here in Panthea. I had found it was a lot easier to create false personas online. Still, I was no slouch with disguises and voices in the real world. Which meant, as I came to meet with Aija, I gave some serious consideration about 'who to be' for this. However, the more I thought about it, the more certain I became: this was a job for the slimy conman Lock, no question. There was the disadvantage that a lot of people knew me by this look, this name... but was that really a disadvantage? I didn't think so. In fact, I thought that might be an advantage in disguise I could use that. My looking to the past was interrupted as I began to actually enter the Governor's Office... or at least, my attempt to. See, turns out that at late hours like this, it's not actually open to the public. And I counted on that to some extent. What I didn't think about ahead of time was how to actually get in. Which, okay, maybe that's a big thing to not figure out beforehand. Sue me. Still, I doubted it would be that big of a deal. I went up to the glass double doors and started banging on them. I would shout, but I was pretty sure that wouldn't do much. I saw Secretary Gani sitting inside. He saw me knocking on the door. However, at first, he just looked at me in disgust. But I kept knocking. Eventually, I saw a relenting look cross his face. He reached down to press something then I heard a clicking sound. ...Hmm. Did that mean the doors were unlocked now? I tried to test that theory by pushing on them. Sure enough, they opened. Sick. Sometimes just blindly trying to barge in actually works. Who knew. [BGM: Stand]  I walked in the lobby and up to that front desk. As I approached, the look of annoyance on Secretary Gani's face became more and more clear.  Hey, look man, I don't know what your angle is, but you can't be here. It's after hours that means no visitors. Oh, really? Sorry, I didn't know about that. Why is that, if you don't mind me asking? Why are there after hours? No, why can't I be here? I don't know man, security issues? We don't like complete strangers wandering around. Oh, I get you. Security must be a big thing with those enforced doors back there and everything. Exactly. Though, you let me in for just knocking on the door without much second thought. Doesn't that make you pretty bad at your job?Gani blew a fuse. Ah, man, I shouldn't be needling him like this. I just couldn't help it.  Look man, just get out of here, okay? I'm already in a bad mood; I'm not supposed to be stuck at this job, the guy who's supposed to be here suddenly got real sick. Ah man, that sucks. Never feels good taking night shifts you're not supposed to. No kidding. Anyways, you gotta go. Look, I'll be out of your hair real quick. I just need to meet with Governor Aija. She's still here, right? Buddy, a lot of people want to meet with the Governor usually they make appointments. You want to make an appointment? Look, this is urgent. The Governor really needs to hear what I have to say. Shoot her an email. No, it has to be in person. Well, that's a shame for you, isn't it? This is a matter where her whole candidacy is at stake! You have to let me see her. I'm saying this for your sake! If you don't, and she finds out you didn't let me in, you're going to be in hot water. How scary. But... I'll take my chances.Gaargh. This guy really was a jackass, huh? Fine then. I'd play things his way.  Look man, couldn't you just ask Aija if it was all right? I could. ...Would you for 20 bucks? No way! ...Now, 50 bucks, then maybe we can start talking. 25. 40! 30. 35. 30. Okay, fine. All right. What's your email? Huh? What's that got to do with anything? I don't have cash just lying around on me. You've got PluTu-U, right? Right. Then we'll do it like that. After a bit of grumbling, Gani accepted. He gave me his email, and I sent him the cash. After he confirmed he received it, he reached out to the phone on the desk. Hey, Aija? Someone's here to see you.
No, not him; it's some random person. He says
Yes, I know that it's not policy to let them in. ...Yes, I'm sorry. But look, this guy really wants to talk to you says it's a matter of the whole election.
I mean, he looks a little shady, but not dangerous or anything. I just don't see why you wouldn't hear him out, just in case. ...Okay. Okay.He put the phone down. Wait one second.Secretary Gani then reached down and opened one of the lower drawers on his cabinet. I couldn't quite tell what was going on. Why was he pawing around there? It was unclear to me. ...Whatever; I waited as I was told. After a few seconds, he straightened himself back up. All right. Aija's office is down and to the left, past the paintings, door with her name on it. You don't have a lot of time with her... and that's starting now, so hurry over to that room. Thanks man.Secretary Gani just shrugged. Dick. He was almost certainly embroiled in Aija's dirty schemes; to what extent, I wasn't sure, but he was definitely dirty too. Ah well. Bigger fish to fry. I walked down the hallway that Gani had pointed out. As he mentioned, there were some tacky looking paintings on the side. Then, further down the hall, I saw the door I was looking for. Had the identifying plaque and everything. Cool. I hesitated a bit as my hand reached the doorknob. Pre-game jitters; could never fully get rid of them. But those jitters were energy: use it. Direct it. With a sense of purpose, I turned the door handle. I made my way into the office. [BGM: Kicker]  Very quickly, it struck me as very... Aija. And not only because of the giant painting of Aija hanging up on the back wall, although... holy poo poo. I mean, really? The image of Aija sitting right in front of a larger-than-life painting of herself was, uh... palpable, to say the least. Anyways, that was far from the only thing that stuck out to me. The walls were littered with Aija's own achievements. The closest wall held a bookshelf that put across a false look of intellectualism. This whole office, it read more as a stage than an actual place somebody would work. But, whatever. That just confirmed what I already knew. I noticed that the lamp on Aija's desk was lit. Seeing that, I turned over and flicked off the light switch.   Um, excuse me? What are you doing? Just setting the lighting more to my tastes. It's late, Ms. Governor; having the lights fully on won't work. Better to dim them. Still, just flipping the light switch like that is rather rude. And also, it makes it harder to see you. Well, that's fine. You don't need to see me that clearly. Hm. I must say, sir, this is a pretty bad foot to start on. You know, I'd feel bad if it weren't for the fact that I'm pretty sure I already blew my first impression. I mean, barging in this late at night? That was already a bad foot to start on. You're not wrong. Still, you can turn that around at any point. And trust me, I will But if I'm already on the wrong foot, might use that for a bit. That... is an interesting way of thinking about things. A fun way, I like to think. I began to walk around the room, performatively. I took big swings with my head, to emulate looking around speculatively. My, oh my. So this is a Governor's Office. Swanky place you have here. It's got a real gubernatorial air. Is that the right word? It is, and thank you.I continued my walk over to the bookshelf. Man, I'm kind of envious. My place ain't half as pretty looking as this here office. Really, you've built something special.Casually, I picked up a book from the mini-library behind me and opened it. Gee, I never would've imagined I'd step foot in a high-class place like this. What are you doing? Huh? Why did you just pick up a random book and open it? Oh? Uh, I don't know, I guess for dramatic effect or something? It looks stupid. Put that back. Oh. Uh, sorry. I placed the book back on the shelf. Man, I didn't think Aija would be so mean so quick like that. Oh well; I had gotten what I wanted from the interaction. And for that matter, correct your posture. You slouch more than anybody I've met.I did, Aija. Smart of you to pick up on that. I decided to just lean against the bookcase for the rest of the conversation. You're hurting my feelings here, Ms. Governor. Show me some mercy. Apologies. You seem to have caught me in a bitter mood. Oh, really? Sorry to hear that. What's wrong? Just, ugh, a lot. Though, if we are going to continue the conversation, would you mind if I got your name? Sure thing. The name's Lock; pleasure to be of service to you.Instead of a look of surprise, a small smile came across Aija's lips. Ah, sharp this one. I thought I recognized you. Oh, you recognized little old me? How flattering. What can I say? If you're the campaign manager of my electoral opponent, I make it my mission to know you. That right? Honestly, I didn't think you'd know about me like that. You are hard to find information about Lock, I'll give you that. But I've got a very thorough campaign team of my own.[BGM: Double Down]  I was just making conversation, but this was actually a point that had been turning around in my mind for a while. As many pieces as I might've collected about this city, one of the blind spots of mine is Aija's knowledge of my help in Bach's campaign. At this point? It makes some sense. I had been acting in a more official capacity in a lot of ways, doing some campaign-y things. But what was weird was the assassination attempt back the same night I failed to swindle Polly. I mean, thinking about things... Aija's mystery man must've been stationed there before the con began. And at that point, I hadn't done much of anything for Bach's campaign. So how did she know to come after me? Pretty much nobody knew about my agreement with Bach. The best answer I could come up with was Ossa; he saw a lot of my first interaction with Bach. And even though a lot of the important points he missed, it's theoretically possible that he could've put the pieces together himself and come to the conclusion back then. The question then is how that information got from Ossa to Aija. I mean, being an underground casino, Nohoi's Nest, and by proxy Ossa, probably held some deference to the Duats. I didn't yet know the extent of that. So then, did the information flow to the Duats then to Aija? It was possible. But that suggested that Aija and the Duats were a lot closer than I gave them credit for. Any way I put it together, things felt weird. Whatever. I'd think about it later. Hey, look, I just have to say it: I respect the work you guys have been putting in. I think you've been doing a great job. I mean, not just in the campaign; as a politician, I think I don't really have any complaints against you. A little moderate for my tastes, perhaps, a few weird decisions here and there, but really a solid resume all and all. Why, thank you. That is quite a generous thing to say. Although, it does raise a question. That being? If you are such a fan, why exactly are you supporting my political rival? Oh, that? Well, everybody has their own angle; I'm sure you can understand. Plus, I might not have beef with you, but I still think Bach's better overall. Between the two, I prefer him. Really? I know, an election between who's better instead of who's less worse? In this day and age? Crazy. I mean, you really think Bach would be a better politician? Someone with no prior experience in government; middling education, unclear policy plans?I shrugged. Maybe. No maybes about it. If Bach got into power, Panthea would chew him up and spit him out... that or it'd swallow him whole. Maybe. Maybe? That's a pretty important point, Lock one I think deserves a lot more consideration than a maybe. ...Maybe.
Aija was not amused. Oh, lighten up. here's your sense of humor? Oh, wait, don't tell me. You left it with your pride and your conscience a few years into office, am I right? Ugh. Lock, what exactly do you want? Please do not tell me you popped in for a social meeting. I have a point! I'm getting there, I'm getting there. But before that, I have to ask: do you really think you're going to win this election?This, of all things, induced an actual chuckle from Aija, however brief it may have been. Are you serious? Is that a real question? Of course. Then are we looking at the same polling results? I mean, I know being a campaign manager is probably a new racket to you, but anybody with eyes should see the signs it's not going to be close. So that's your opinion, huh. It's not an opinion, it's a fact. Honestly, this meeting is giving your campaign more legitimacy than its worth. Harsh, Aija. ...But fair, maybe. As it stands, the election is favored for you. Perhaps not to the extent you think it is, but still: you're winning. Though, the heat of the election has brought about all sorts of rumors. Indeed it has. Ridiculous, the lot of them. Some border on slander. Slander only refers to spoken statements. The rumors you're referring to would be libel. Huh? What? People spread rumors by speaking, Lock. That is slander. Oh, that's how you get your rumors? How old fashioned. The internet's a wonderful place, Aija. Is there a point to this little diversion? Not particularly. Anyways, these rumors... they're so wild, so ridiculous. They say the darndest things. I mean, I heard this one the other day...[BGM: Bust]  That you've been embezzling money from the government for years, and you keep an unfathomable amount of that dirty cash hidden somewhere in this very office, just in case things go south.
Yes, that is a perfect example of a ridiculous rumor.Aija would be great at poker. Her face was perfectly controlled probably got it from all those years as a politician. Unfortunately for her, she was dealing with a professional. You couldn't fool these eyes. ...Well, you actually could, but she didn't this time. Her reaction, as restrained as it might've been, told me everything I needed to know. ...Which meant it was time to start circling in for the kill. I'm going to be honest with you Lock: my patience is getting awfully thin. Especially as you start talking about complete wastes of time, like these ridiculous rumors, or entertaining the notion that Bach and I are on anything that resembles an even playing field.Looks like Aija wanted to get to the point as well. All right then; I wouldn't deny her. I stood up straighter. You want to talk shop? Okay. Let's talk shop. I think you're a person I can talk shop with. I don't know what 'shop' there is to talk; however, with you? If it means ending this sooner, then yes, let's just be straight with it. I'm sure you've done your research into me, Ms. Governor. I'm sure none of what I'm about to say to you is going to be surprising. But I just want to make sure you understand where I'm coming from. The fact of the matter is, I don't really give a poo poo about who's Panthea's governor. I mean, I've got preferences, sure I'm only human. But I'm not staying in this city for long. And if the whole place burned down the moment I left, I wouldn't really care all that much, just being honest. How blunt. You think that's blunt? I'm just getting started. I became Bach's campaign manager through trickery. That's the only way someone like me could become one, don't you think? The reason I really want Bach to become the Governor is because I have ideas on how to profit from his victory. But that's just a means to an end: all I care about is getting cash. Not just getting paid, I want money an obscene amount, enough to live off of for the rest of my life. Am I clear? Painfully so. I'll give you this, you're certainly shameless. Shameless doesn't even begin to cover it. My point in saying all of this, is that even though I'd like for Bach to win, I'm fine if you win, so long as I still get paid the big bucks. All right, I think I get it. Aija cut in, a self-assured look on her face. I see where this is going. You are about to offer to throw the election, right? You think you can squeeze me for some change by 'flipping sides?' Is that it? How dumb do you think I am? You and I are perfectly aware that you have no grounds to stand on, as much as you like to pretend. So, before you can even ask it, no. Your request is denied. Now get out, before you embarrass yourself any further.
For a moment, I didn't say anything. Then, I began to laugh. I couldn't help myself. It started out slight, then grew in intensity. Before I knew it, I was almost keeling over from laughter. All the while, Aija watched with a disturbed concern. Soon enough, I reeled myself back in I pulled myself together. Oh, Aija.I wiped a tear from my eye. You have gravely misunderstood what is going on here. Ms. Governor, your read of the situation couldn't be worse. You're trying to call the bluff of somebody sitting on a straight flush. I don't believe you. Believe what you want, I'll geBefore I could finish my statement, I broke out into a heavy coughing fit. Argh, my throat was killing me. And that burst of laughter, that might've pushed it over. I really needed water. But I didn't have any, and the meeting was already in full swing. I'd just have to push through at this point. You okay? I'm fine, I'm fine. My throat is a bit sore. Just been doing a lot of talking lately, that's all, nothing to worry about. Now then, where were we? You were blustering on about me being wrong? Oh yes. That's what it was.I began reaching into my pocket. Just you know, Lock, I don't take the way you've been talking lightly. I was willing to wipe away this whole thing just moments ago. But if things continue like this, I'll have t Found it![BGM: Keep Hitting]  I pulled out the photo I was looking for. Then, I walked forwards and slammed it right on Aija's desk. Aija took a second to look at it. Then, she reached forwards and grabbed it, a desperate look coming across her face. Now it started: time to slowly increase the pressure. Cook Aija to a boiling point. Interesting picture, right? What is... how did you get your hands on this?The picture desperately clutched in Aija's hands was pretty simple. On a dark night, Aija was seen talking in private with a shady man in a grey hoodie; innocuous, on its own. But Aija knew what it meant. Before you get any funny ideas, I have copies, obviously. You! You were the one who vandalized my home, who harassed me! Harassment? Vandalism? What's all this about? I was just sent that photo by a fan of Bach's no idea how it was taken. You littl Hey now, you're getting awfully worked up now. I just wanted to know how you know this guy. What's your connection?" ... Is he your brother? A good friend?
Did you know him? Did you not know him? Was he harassing you?
.Nah, that seems unlikely. You two seem pretty close in this photograph. So then, maybe he's employed on your campaign staff? ... Playing the silence card, huh? Pleading the fifth, as it were? I get it, I get it. He your secret lover? New person you're loving? Finally moved on from your husband? gently caress you! Woah, hey, no need to get hostile. I'm just trying to get the facts here. Get out. Get out of my office. Woah, woah, take it easy now. I hope I haven't offended you at all. But... I really don't think you want me to leave. That'd be bad for us both. This is nothing. This photograph? It's worthless. That why you're gripping it so tightly? ... You're right, though. You're right! That photograph? Total garbage. Luckily, I've got another pretty sweet pic to show you. I pulled the second photograph I had stored in my pocket out. Again, I placed it on Aija's desk. And again, Aija gripped it. This time, when she looked at it, her eyes flashed with pure horror. She knew exactly what this meant. Not the best shot composition, but, eh. You get what you pay for, I suppose. How is this... Possible? Don't ask me. Honestly speaking, when this photograph fell into my lap, I was feeling pretty drat lucky. I mean, two shots of this Mystery Man? What are the odds, you know?
Oh, back to silence, are you? That's no fun, I had a bunch of questions I wanted to ask you. Like... that! See that, right there? Can you tell what's in his hand?
Yeah, it's weird. To me, it kind of looks a bit like a weapon. Don't you think?
And then, there, the background. Where was that photo taken, do you think? That background, it looks kind of familiar, you know? Well, maybe you've never been there, but I certainly have. And you know, that background looks awfully familiar. It kind of looks exactly like the location a pretty violent crime occurred recently, wouldn't you say? Huh. So, wait... you've got this guy, who is shown holding a dangerous weapon, and he was shown to be at the scene where a dangerous crime involving that weapon took place. Huh. Well, how about that, huh? Oh, and he was also seen meeting with you? Gotta say, Ms. Governor, this isn't a great look. As a campaign manager, I would urge you to get ahead of this story; this is the sort of thing that enemies could use against you. What do you want?Finally ready to play ball, Aija? Huh? What don't you understand? Sorry, I didn't hear what you asked. Bullshit, you heard me. Really didn't. ...What do you want, Lock? What do I want? I want a lot of things, Ms. Governor. I want world peace. I want a loving girlfriend or a boyfriend, I'm not picky. I want to get that one drat Talei song out of my head, I mean I swear, it's like it's on loop or somethi Lock!Aija was losing it. This was the state I needed her in. So long as I kept her like this, things would work perfectly well.
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 [BGM: Keep Hitting]  Let's put things a different way. What do you want, Ms. Governor? ...You know what, I bet I could guess; I bet you want me to just drop dead right here and now. Sorry, not happening, wouldn't actually help. Failing that, I bet you want to keep your position as Governor. Want to keep working in this nice office of yours. You probably definitely don't want the media looking into this set of pictures. I mean, they're nothing on their own, I can see it, but come on, it's a bad look. Definitely ruins your ability to meet up with this guy any more, probably gets Bach in the serious conversation. And you know, through it all... I bet you also wouldn't want to give up your money. That just seems unfair, unwarranted, and downright uncool. You like money; money buys you stuff. So I'm certain you don't want to have to part with any of it. But. But, but, but. If I had to guess what you don't want the most? I think I'd have decent odds of getting it right just between you and me. So that's all it comes down to, you scum? An ugly attempt to get your mitts on some cash? That's what this is? That's all? That's all? What bubble are you living in, Ms. Governor? News flash, the world runs on money. Prisoners walk free for money. Countries go to war for money. Nations crumble for money. People will lie, cheat, steal, and kill for money. I thought you'd know that more than anyone? You little... And while I'm on the subject, everybody always criticizes the desire for money as 'greedy.' That people doing crazy things for it is desperate, small-minded. I've always found that an unbelievably privileged view. I mean, if you already have money? Yes, getting a bunch more money usually won't make your life better at all. But if you don't have money? Food, shelter, health, every goddamn thing that matters in this country is either restricted or in jeopardy. It's not shallow or materialistic to care an obsessive amount about money for some people it's entirely rational. Tch. You know, I like to ask people what amount of money would have to be offered for them to take one shot at their own head in a game of Russian Roulette. You wouldn't believe the amount of people with the gall to say, 'no price; the amount of people who will say that nobody should agree to something like that, no matter the context. What an utter lack of perspective. Tell that to the person who just got their family evicted. I mean, are you saying you wouldn't risk your life to be able to get a billion dollars, at the very least, if only to give all that money to charity and save who knows how many lives? Total hypocrisy. What are you going on about? What the hell does any of that have to do with anything?!? You know, you actually bring up a good point. I sort of went on a personal tangent there. All that doesn't have much to do with this situation.[BGM: Burn Card]  I already have enough money, and I'm making more by extortion, instead of being a meaningful member of society. Then again, the person I'm taking it from is a heartless empress with unknown millions smuggled away to her personal savings. Unknown millions? Ha! Where are you getting these figures? Here and there. But you raise a fair enough point. It is completely possible that the rumors aren't true. That you don't have a secret stash stored away here somewhere. ...But for your sake, I hope you do. That's really the only way you're going to be able to destroy these photos. ...What are your terms? Thanks for asking!I fished into my pocket again. This time I brought out a note. I placed it right in front of her on her desk. That's everything you need to know: the amount you need to bring, the date, the time, the location. I tried to be hospitable to you you're welcome. I'll be meeting you there myself, and I'll come dressed in a grey hoodie, maybe a face mask. Just a little inside joke between the two of us, you know? ...Like your guy wore when he almost killed me. ...Do you want me to apologize? No need. Besides, I've really no desire for a false apology. And right now? I can't imagine that anything you'd say kind towards me would be genuine. Well, you've gotten one thing right. I've gotten several things right, I believe that's why we're in this situation. Anyways, I believe I've made the terms clear? Then I think our meeting tonight is over.I began to move from the room. However, Aija didn't want the conversation to be over quite yet. Hold on!I paused, briefly. Yes? How can I trust you? That if I do what I ask, those photos will disappear. Hmm. That's a good question. I guess... You can't? You... Just remember this: I'm a snake. I'm only looking out for myself in all of this, and I'm also pretty realistic in my expectations... I mean, relatively speaking. I still want a shitload of money, as is clear. But things like power? Fame? Legacy? I could take or leave all that poo poo. That all seems pretty hollow to me, though to each their own. I also don't need an infinite supply of money forever; I've read the studies about how more money doesn't really improve your life at a certain point. I've two priorities, getting a lot of money, and staying alive. With the capital you're going to give me, I can live more than comfortably for the rest of my life. I can invest that treasure trove in safe stock portfolios and let the money make itself. And, I know if I poke the bear any further than what I've already done, I'm likely to get my arm chomped off. So tell me, what possible gain could I get out of showing those photos after you pay me off? Tch. That's not proof you won't still do it. Again, you're right. It's impossible for me to present that proof, you know that as well as me. So I guess you're going to have to take a risk. If you think the chance I'd expose myself to your wrath outweighs the value of the cash I'm asking for, then take your lumps and start working on a way to get ahead of the photos. But I think we both know that you're not quite willing to lose the ivory throne you've killed so many to sit upon. And you should know that really, your only out here is to pay me and hope that I hold up my end of the bargain. But like I said, weigh the odds, make your own decision. I can only tell you the truth so many times.And now I could walk out of the room safely. [BGM: Silence]  I walked back through the hallway, and eventually passed Secretary Gani's desk. Thanks for letting me in! The Governor and I had just the best chat. Mhm, don't care.Secretary Gani had resumed looking at his phone, utterly checked out. Man, how did a guy like this climb Aija's ranks so high? ...Actually, it's probably because he had climbed so high that he got away acting like this. Still, it was bad practice for him. He should really care quite a bit more about the events happening around him. Who knows when those events would become extremely relevant to him? ...Eh, whatever. I continued my exit, walking out of the building. [BGM: Opening Lead]  And just like that, I was free. In and out without major incident. Good. That's good. I was safe now... relatively, at least. I thought that went well. For my purposes, at least. Still, the night wasn't quite done yet; I still had something I wanted to do. In fact, I wanted to do it right after that. And so, I made my way over to a nearby diner that was open 24 hours a day. Pretty much nobody was inside; that's great. Really, I shouldn't do this in a public place, but I couldn't be hosed. Nobody here knew anything... nobody'd look here for anything. It would probably be fine. Probably.  I ordered a drink and took a seat at a table at the back, wall directly behind me. Then I took out my laptop from my bag. Let's see here... Ah, drat it. Connection issues. What was the problem now? Let me see here what I could do... [BGM: Crawford Game]   This was looking promising... Aha! Connected. Live and running. Heh heh heh... like fish in a barrel. Aija was sloppy. She mirrored a paranoid ruler, what, with hiring assassins and whatnot, but if she was really a cut above, little tricks like this wouldn't get me so much ground. Anyways, I should just appreciate gifts like this as they come. Of course given access to the Governor's Office I wasn't going to just come in and chat the way I worked was as an all-encompassing swarm. Having a single plan, single line of play, single intention, that was a recipe for disaster. That was opening yourself up to having everything explode in your face. You throw a hundred punches, lay a dozen traps, and hire three hitmen just in case. When I was picking up that book, it wasn't just for dramatic effect; I was creating an opportunity to slip a hidden camera in that highly-secretive office. Now, I could hear directly from the horse's mouth. ...So then. Why don't we just have a little looksie and see how Aija's been taking the news? This should be fun. I put in some headphones, opened up the feed, and looked forwards for the show to begin. As I opened the feed, it seemed as though Aija was pacing around as a nervous wreck. Seemed like I had done some serious damage. [BGM: The Poison]  I don't know, okay? I don't know. I just I don't know! Okay, okay, I get it. Still, what the hell? How could that moron let this happen?Huh. I heard a somewhat unexpected voice come from the room. If I was not mistaken... I clocked that as the voice of the Chief of Police, Arrianne. At first, I was confused. Where was she? The camera angle was very bad, but the office wasn't particularly big; was she right out of frame? However, as the conversation proceeded, I quickly caught on that Aija actually had Arrianne on the speakerphone. I don't know. All I know is that it is absolutely outrageous... it is unacceptable. I mean, screwing up the job whatever. Unexpected circumstances, things go awry, I get it. But this? It shows a complete lack of competence! Just stunningly stupid. Exactly! Argh!Aija collapsed onto her desk. ...I'm just hosed, huh? You are jumping to conclusions. I'm hosed! Explain to me how I'm not hosed. I agree, in most cases, this would be fatal. But our intel pegs Lock as how you described him. Entirely self-interested. If he gets a big payday, he'll just go away. Are you serious right now, Arrianne? He's a complete opportunist! If he sees a weakness, he's going to milk it for all it's worth. Not if he is smart. If he is smart, he will get out while he's ahead. He's not smart! He's an idiot, a dangerous idiot; he'll remain a thorn in my side. That, or as he's leaving, he'll still publish the photos as a parting middle finger.Aija stood back up, and began walking over to the oversized portrait of her. Maybe... maybe the only way to save face is to just give him the money and hope for the best.She gripped the portrait's frame. Can you afford it? What he's demanding? Yeah. I mean, it'll hurt. It'll hurt a lot. But it's definitely well within my personal budget. Hmm. So do I just pay him off and pray? Is that the play? I don't know. It's tough to say. It's tough to say? Real loving helpful! Easy, Aija. I know this is stressful, but don't start lashing out at me, I'm just trying to help. You're right, you're right, I'm sorry. This just loving sucks. Indeed. This is the risk, I guess. The risk? Wrestle with dogs, you catch fleas... or however the saying goes. Are you saying this is my fault?? I think it is clear whose fault this is. I am just saying, ever since you decided how you were going to actually act as Governor, you opened yourself up to situations like that. It is just something you have to deal with. Urgh.Again, Aija seemed to collapse. I'm really losing myself here.[BGM: Spot On]  Hey, do you think I should try getting in contact with the Djinn? They might have insight into how to deal with this. Are you serious? You're really thinking about trusting the Djinn with this?The Djinn? The gently caress's a Djinn? I mean, desperate times, right? The Djinn is on our side; they seem to know stuff. This is the perfect time to try and use them. Seriously? Aija, it became clear to me that the Djinn was not really on our side ever since the Maximillian Collins case. I mean hijacking the Cock Robin Killings like that? We don't know the Djinn did that. Who else, Aija? Who else could have known? Well, whatever. After everything the Djinn's done over the years, suddenly he throws a wrench in our plan without telling us one time, and we can't trust him? I have been saying we can not trust him since the start. Anybody who sends one-sided contact with you from an anonymous source and with a suspicious title is not someone we can trust; frankly, I have been against him for a long time now. What's to be against? ... Sure, the whole 'anonymous' angle is sketchy. But the Djinn has been nothing but supportive of my political career since the very beginning. They have consistently provided us with information that has kept us alive... in my case, literally. That attempt was dead in the water from the beginning. Hard disagree. The Djinn has supported us in extremely helpful ways for years never asking for anything in return, always being on point. And you never questioned why they would do any of this? Of course I have! You have heard me question this many times. But even though the motivation is a mystery, it seems very clear to me that it stems from a place of being on our side. It is too convenient. At this point, the Djinn might have given you a ton of information, but they also have mountains of evidence on you. If we are talking about liabilities, I would say the Djinn is a bigger risk than anything else.Huh... this was extremely important info I had stolen. These words I overheard were worth their weight in gold. ...Forget that words are weightless... The Djinn... was this the bit I was missing? Another player in all of this? Or an existing player, by an unfamiliar name? Someone had been supplying Aija with 'useful information,' whatever that meant; the most curious part of it all was, as Arrianne pointed out, the why. Why protect her like this? I'd get it if it was an extortion racket... I mean, duh, obviously I'd get an extortion motivation. But no, apparently no payments had been made... and seemingly there had been no direct demands or threats made yet. If none had come after this many years, then either someone was really playing the long game, or this wasn't the angle. So then, why the support? And why do it with this weird method? Does somebody benefit from keeping Aija in that position? Or... I often fell into the trap of assuming everybody else operated on cost-benefit analysis principles. Was there perhaps a different motivation at play that I wasn't seeing? As interesting as this all was, I was missing important conversation. I tuned back in.  We can handle things ourselves. Okay then. How should we handle things? It seems clear to me. How do we usually handle conflict? Lock seems like a pretty guilt-free target. Huh. You have a date, a time, a location, a physical description. Things don't often get this easy. But he knows about our main weapon. You don't think he's going to maybe factor that in? There are other options. We just get creative....Heh. So that's how it is? They finally landed on this option? Going to whack me instead of handing me a briefcase of cash? drat, that's a shame. I would've quite liked that money. But getting that briefcase was always something of a pipe dream. I never really expected it to happen; that was never the point, anyways. I mean, a mere briefcase of cash? What low sights do you think I have, Aija? My plan was a lot bigger than that. No, the point of my little meeting was always to start threatening Aija from various angles force her to show her hand. By exposing her, making her make suboptimal moves, plenty more opportunities were opening up to me. So, you wanted to kill me, huh? I could work with that. After all, it's not like Aija was the only one I needed to start putting on tilt. If I was clever, I could start applying pressure in a number of different directions. Sorry about what was going to happen to you, Ms. Aija. It almost feels cruel. But I planned on winning my game. To do that, I needed to start taking enemy pieces. That was the only way I'd get a direct shot at the person I was playing against. ... [BGM: Silence]  Ah, Aija. Sweet, sweet, Aija, what are you doing? My girl. ...Well, not really; to be honest, I likely couldn't stand her for more than 15 minutes. In a lot of ways, she embodies exactly what I hate. So, true, I hate her, as I suspect many others might, but I hope those who throw spears at Aija do it for the right reasons, not the wrong ones... because there's a lot of stupid reasons why people might hate her. Like, saying that her whole corruption scheme is 'taking away people's freedom'. Ha! Freedom at least, the way people currently understand it is a myth. There is no true freedom. After all, if you gave everybody true freedom, then the cunning and ambitious ones could use it to restrict the freedom of others. And they would. They do! No, by its very nature, this idea of freedom for everyone can't exist. It's just a matter of who has the power of freedom in what ways. Please, don't misunderstand me. You won't find a bigger proponent for freedom than me. Trust me on that, at least. I just see freedom for what it truly is... how it could be. Next update, it's time to go check in with Vels.
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Well, between lending Devon to the olympo feud and everything, this update the Devil's assertion that all the big players in the city were working together under somebody's direction seems accurate enough. This Djiin sounds like something other than a code word for the duats and the likely ringleader.
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It is extremely fun to see Aija flustered and upset.
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Ugh, even Aija isn't very competent. After realizing it was Lock, the book should have been an obvious hidden camera play. The in-person cash dropoff with detailed get-up was an even more obvious trap. The right answer would've been to eliminate Lock right here. Either use Arrianne to lock Lock up or get Devon to eliminate him on the sly. Regardless, the Devil is on to something here. If the Djinn is Odin, it's going to be a bit disappointing, so I hope it's someone else.
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Doesnt seem like they have enough evidence to actually arrest Lock for anything without also implicating Aija in the process. And seems like Thane got involved in knocking off Lock at the drop off instead, just that something happened to make it Gant. Im guessing that Lock keeps a low enough profile that sending Devon after him isnt easy (and they already tried so once). Lock willingly being at a known place and time with a physical description would have been lining everything up for them.
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Well played, Lock. Aija's kind of dumb, falling for that setup--that Lock was setting her up to kill someone else was my first thought even before I remembered we've already seen how this plays out! Also we have our first bit of real proof that there is, in fact, some unknown benefactor pulling stings behind the scenes. I'm kind of suspicious of Baldera; maybe she'll be some catalyst to uncovering the corruption in the police, but I can't help but think she's a little too squeaky clean for this story.
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ZCKaiser posted:I'm kind of suspicious of Baldera; maybe she'll be some catalyst to uncovering the corruption in the police, but I can't help but think she's a little too squeaky clean for this story. Yes, yes, ACAB, but part of that statement is that not all cop are monsters, some people, if you removed them being officers, would probably be otherwise okay people. But a good chunk of the cop ARE monsters, and the rest enable and protect them and the rotten system they enforce. We now know for a fact that Seth and Arrianne are dirty. It would be kind of lazy if literally all three cops with a face were all dirty.
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 content warning: eye trauma [BGM: Opening Lead]   Polly's place is pretty cool, huh? I suppose. I suppose? You suppose? What do you possibly have to complain about? Nothing in particular. That's why I suppose it's pretty cool. I'm just not particularly struck by its amazingness or anything. drat. What high standards you must have. I haven't stayed in a place half this fancy my entire life. This whole 'laying low' thing is working out pretty good, in my book. Well, if we're being technical, it's not really Polly's place. It's the late Veronica Collins'. She died in this very house. Wait, is that right? Ugh, gross! Do you think it's, like, haunted or something? Haunted? Really? Krish, even you can't seriously believe in ghosts. I mean, not really, but I mean... it's just not a fun thought, okay! You can not believe in something and still be creeped out. I mean, you don't believe in the monsters in horror movies, but they're still scary, right? Valid point, I guess. And anyways, who cares if Veronica Collins used to live here? Like you said, she's dead she's been dead. Polly owns the house. Ergo, henceforth, verily, this counts as Polly's place... so my description was right. You didn't need all three of those antecedents. Including all of them actually makes you sound less refined. But, anyways, another valid point you're really on a roll today, Krish. You know, that's a nice thing to say, but somehow the way you're saying it makes it feel demeaning. I'm sorry, I really am. It's just very easy to poke fun at you. That's not a good reason! It's not. I apologize. Hm. And again, with your words you apologize, and yet somehow I don't particularly believe you all that much. I was being legitimate that time! I was, I really was. If you say so... but thin ice. Alright, alright. Anyways, you're right: this place is nice. Got a lot of different rooms, it's spacious, pretty nice looking. I've never been someone who really 'got' aesthetics and stuff but even I can tell it's pretty swanky. But I'm pretty sure the reason you like this place doesn't have anything to do with any of that. Oh yeah? I think any house with a personal library, an excess of snacking food, and a decent bed would leave you impressed. Guilty as charged. Hey, what can I say, I'm a simple person. I know what I like.I nodded my head. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong with that at all.The conversation with Krish was casual and light; that was good. I wanted to keep their spirits up. It was important that things felt normal. Krish didn't handle pressure that well. If they began to crack... well, that wasn't happening. At any rate, I didn't want to get them worked up over nothing, and to that end, I also had to give a bit of a white lie about why I actually was here. I said I wanted to spend some more time with Polly and Krish, just hang out. I had time. And that wasn't wrong... per se But the real reason was because I planned to make good on my 'protection' promise that I made with Polly. Not just for the deal's sake, mind you if poo poo went down, Krish was likely to get caught up in it one way or another, and I didn't want their position compromised. And keeping Polly around while he owed me was also probably to my advantage. So then, why was I suspicious of tonight? Well, I had put in a couple of defense measures for this house. A few were obvious... but one was less so. I scattered small glass pieces around the perimeter of the house, and covered them in leaves and foliage. If someone planned an assault on the house, they'd probably try and do some reconnaissance before, to get around my more obvious defense measures. Earlier today when visiting, I did one of my regular glass checks. And sure enough, some of those small glass shards were a lot smaller. Somebody had been snooping around. Now, that didn't necessarily mean an attack was happening tonight. It didn't necessarily even mean anything at all. But... well, better safe than sorry. It is a nice place. Still, I don't think I'll ever really get how rich people decorate interiors. I mean, look at that. I pointed to a large thin metal bowl sat on a glass table sill next to a couch. In the metal bowl were a number of conch shells, starfish, and other undersea themed items. What exactly's the deal with that? Why is that there? Why the large thin bowl that's too big for what it contains? Why the aquatic theme? There's no other traces of aquatic themes. Vels, not all interior decoration has to have a lot of thought put into it. Sometimes things are just the way they are because they look kind of cool. The bowl and the items look kind of cool; that's why they're there. I mean, fine. But if that's the case, the price tag on decorations like this are really unjustified. You don't know the price tag on those decorations! I can make a fair guess. Value's relative. I guess.[BGM: Trick Score]  You know, it's rare for you to be the one to get caught up in small talk. You're absolutely right. We should be discussing some important things. How are things on the Olympo front? Does Polly have an actionable plan to gain some power? Define actionable. Alright, that answers that. Okay, the two of us have been doing some brainstorming. That must've been fruitful. It has been! There's basically two ways in which Polly can take over Olympo. On the one hand, we could get Odin to respect Polly. That seems like a bit of an uphill battle, huh? Sort of. But Polly's been putting in the required legwork. Cleaning up his image, chipping in more with the company. None of this matters alone, of course, but it makes it more plausible that Odin could favor Polly in the future. Hm. I don't know how much I believe in that line of attack. It doesn't look super promising, I'll admit. But you know, Odin's fickle, apparently; we should be on the lookout for chances to impress him. What's the other option? Well, we could try dragging Art down. If there's enough public sentiment against him, he'll bow out himself... or if not, Odin'll probably force him out, all in the name of keeping Olympo alive. I think that seems like a much more plausible strategy. Art's probably super dirty, it's just a matter of finding his specific weakness. Not just finding the weakness, we have to get proof of it. That could be tricky. Chara's apparently got some contacts that she can use to try and scrounge up some information, so that's what we're waiting on now. Hmm. Well, it's a start, at least. I can't criticize too much. After all, it's not like the Duat front has been shored up too much anyways. No? Yeah, well, it's not a horrible situation. From what I've heard, the active hunt for you has pretty much all but died down. You were never, like, the highest priority target. Yi just worried you were a liability. ...Is that right? Yeah, but if you're busy lying low, then you don't post a threat by rallying people again. In his eyes, that's as good as you being dead. Still, that doesn't mean you can go back to normal life anytime soon; we need to come up with a more permanent solution. And do you have any ideas about that? The hit on you, from what I can tell, is not a universal Duat order. It's the command of Yi. Which means, if Yi is no longer in power... you're not in danger. Vels, you're not thinking about killing Yi, are you? That's a little extreme for my tastes. All I'm saying is that, in some way, Yi needs to lose his power in the Duat organization for you to be safe. Beyond that, I'm clueless. drat. Well, thanks for looking into things. No problem. Sorry you have to stay holed up in this place even longer. Nah, it's not a problem. In fact, I kind of like being stuck in one place; makes me focus more. Actually get this! I've actually gotten started on that book I wanted to write. No poo poo? Yup! Turns out confinement was all I needed to get some motivation. Well, that's good to hear. Yeah, well... I don't know if it's actually any good though. I'll be the judge of that. You want to look at what I've got so far? Yeah, it[BGM: Silence]  All of a sudden, I stopped speaking. I remained silent. Vels?I kept silent. I listened out closely. ...Did you hear something? Uh, no. Did you? I don't know.[BGM: The Bomb]  I thought I heard something. But it was so faint, I wasn't sure if my mind was just playing tricks on me. I wasn't sure if I could even call it hearing something. It was more of a... gut feeling. I thought of those words like a dirty phrase. Gut feelings shouldn't be relied on they shouldn't make you hear noises you can't verify. But here I was, dancing to the whims of this gut feeling. ...Oh well. ...Just in case, could we check the cameras? Uh, sure thing.We had set up a couple of security cameras outside the house, hidden in the trees and grass. Krish and I walked over to a nearby desk with a computer setup. I let Krish type in the password and open up the monitoring program, and then the two of us just scanned the screens. I... don't see anything. ...Nope, no, everything looks to be in place. Were you sure you heard something? Very much not so. But... no, I wouldn't say everything's in place. Huh? See, look at this camera.I pointed to the relevant section of the computer screen. A leaf's fallen right in front of it. Like half of the view is now covered. Alright, so? Leaves fall. Just a bit of bad luck. Right, but then, take a look at this screen. This time, the right side has been obscured by a fallen leaf. This is what we get for setting the cameras below some trees. No, Krish, think for a second. What's relevant about these two leaves? ...I let Krish figure it out themself. Maybe now wasn't the time to quiz them, but I couldn't help myself. ...Oh! Both these cameras are showing the same part of the house. And the same part of the house is covered by the leaves. Both of them in conjunction have created a blind spot in our defenses. That can't be a coincidence! I certainly don't think so.Krish turned around and began walking towards the closest door. Woah, Krish, what are you doing? I'm going to show whoever's out there what's up! Wait! Wait. What? Let's not just go out there and start screaming our presence, okay? Right now, we have an advantage over whoever put those leaves there; I don't think they know we are here. And, so long as that remains the case, we've got an edge. ...Okay. So then, what should we do? Let's think. What are they hoping to do by covering those cameras? They probably covered those specific spots because they'd otherwise be caught on tape... which means they are likely going to approach the house from that angle. Which means...I tried visualizing the whole house for a second. Then, I turned and pointed at the nearby back door. They should be entering through that opening. Are you sure? No. O-oh. But I'm pretty confident. So, if we know where they're going to come from, we can counter attack. I'm going to hide next to that door, ready to strike. You go wake up Polly. I know it's late, but this probably warrants disturbing him. I'd say. You sure you're okay by yourself? Obviously. Besides, once you wake Polly, you two should come back here, cool? Right, right. Alright, I'll go handle that. Sounds good.[BGM: Silence]  And just like that, Krish went over to the staircase, looking to wake up Polly. I squatted down, ready for the door to swing open any second now. I knew coming here was the right decision; maybe gut instincts should be respected more. Some people say that your 'gut' is just your subconscious mind. That 'gut instincts' are actually things that you've thought out quite a lot without even realizing it. I wasn't sure how much that helps things... I personally preferred conclusions I made consciously as opposed to leaving the work to the back recesses of my brain. Still, in times like these, maybe gut instincts weren't all that bad. And speaking of gut instincts... a new, deadly one was creeping up on me. A gut instinct of doubt. Were things really this straightforward? I mean, just going through the backdoor? That seems a little simplistic. Could things be that easy? Sure it could! That wasn't a well-thought out argument. Just because something seems 'easy' doesn't diminish it's likelihood. Then, why exactly was I getting an uneasy feeling? ... Oh, I see. Polly's room is not far, and this is an urgent situation. It might not have been a lot of time, but it's still already been too long. I should've heard something anything coming from upstairs. Instead, it's been silent deadly silent. Against my better judgement, I stood up. I wanted to go check on Krish and Polly myself. ...The moment I got to the staircase, I realized that my decision to come and intervene was absolutely right. As a matter of fact, I came to that decision at precisely the right time. Any longer, and who knows what would've happened? ...I don't want to think about that. At the top of the stairs, I saw Krish... and I saw someone else. They were wearing a black hoodie, a face mask, and gloves. It was dark; it was hectic. But even despite all that, I could recognize them. [BGM: The Pistol]  That was the person I saw interacting with Governor Aija. I had a picture of their face. Then... was the assassination attempt coming from Aija? That didn't make sense. ...Well, it's not like I had time to think about that right now, because there was something else that caught my attention. Something far more pressing. See, Krish and the Mystery Man weren't just standing next to each other. No, the Mystery Man was standing behind Krish. Krish's face was flushed, they were struggling, grasping at their neck; it was hard to see in the darkness, but after a moment, I spotted it. The Mystery Man had a thin black wire. He had it wrapped right around Krish's throat. Right now, Krish was being strangled to death. poo poo, poo poo, poo poo, poo poo! The second I had spent analyzing the scene was a second I couldn't spare. Determined not to waste a moment more, I ran up the stairs... and then, when I got to the top, I rushed right at the Mystery Man. I threw a punch right at him. Unfortunately, before the strike could land, the Mystery Man let loose the wire and lifted his arms up to block the punch. Krish, for their part, limped over to the side, to the nearby restroom, and tried to catch their breath. That's fine, Krish. I'll handle this myself. I threw another punch at Mystery Man, but again, he blocked it. I tried to close the distance with an uppercut, but this time, the assassin just swayed out of the way. drat it, what the hell? Why wasn't this working? I threw another straight jab with my right arm; this time though, the Mystery Man wasn't content to just evade. He got out of the way, then grabbed my outstretched arm. When he had me in a lock, he pushed me over, knocking me against the wall. Before I could recompose myself, he reached out and grabbed my head. *wham! ...wham, wham!* He slammed my head against the wall again, and again. It was a rush of three slams before I broke free, stumbling to the ground. Argh, loving poo poo! What was going on here? My head was so dazed, I didn't have the composure to get out of the way when the Mystery Man sent a kick at my prone body. Mother fucker! I was knocked back, almost at the edge of the staircase; a bit more distance, and I would've tumbled all the way down. This blow, however, didn't stun me, but instead pained me. Pain leads to aggravation, to adrenaline. In an instant, I jumped to my feet, and then, with a blind fury, I rushed right at the Mystery Man. Once again though, this guy was prepared for the attack; he intercepted my rush, and grabbed ahold of me. Before I knew what was happening, I could feel my body weight being lifted up. And then, in an instant, I was flung forwards. I was sent right into the bathroom door, crashing into Krish in the process. What the hell? Who was this guy? Was that god drat aikido or something? Being able to redirect my whole body mass told me all I needed to know about the man's strength, at least. I wasn't exactly heavy, but still, a throw like that should be no easy feat. In pain, both Krish and I reluctantly got to our feet. However, by the time we were back up... we were met with an unpleasant sight. [BGM: Silence]   Freeze.Standing in the restroom's door frame, the Mystery Man was brandishing a pistol. He had it aimed right at us. ...Well, poo poo. You two don't need to die. Just sit tight. I'll finish things, and then I'll be on my way. That's not- You think you have a choice? I just don't like needless killing.My brain was moving a mile a minute. You don't like needless killing? Weird philosophy for an assassin. Not impossible, mind you, but weird. Also contradicted by the fact that it sure looked like this guy was going to kill Krish when he had the chance. I couldn't be 100%% on that fact, though... maybe that was a different circumstance. What struck me was why this guy was just pulling out a pistol now. Like, shouldn't that have been the first thing you used? Guns are kind of a trump card. This guy might be super cocky about his fighting prowess.... and that might not even be the wrong attitude. But even still, slight mistake, he'd be dead. I don't think he'd take that risk. It's possible he just didn't have a natural time to pull out the gun in the fight; I was applying a lot of pressure, there. But what about the case with Krish? Krish was ambushed from behind, seemingly surely a gun could've been used then. ...Well, maybe not. Maybe the man got into that situation with Krish through a fight. No, no, that was the easy answer. What was the real answer? What was this man here to do? ...Well, there was one easy guess. He was here to assassinate Polly. That's why he came through the window (probably). So then, does that give me some insight? ...It sure does. Here's a theory: what if this guy didn't want to use the gun because it'd leave a gunshot and blood? He wanted to keep the job clean, hence the strangle kill. Right now, the gun was stalling us. It could just be a temporary stopgap, though, one that let him plan how he wanted to deal with us. If he was an assassin, it's likely he did research on Polly's house. If he didn't know about our presence, Mystery Man might assume that nobody else knew about our presence. So then, if he strangled us both, disposed of our bodies in the woods, then he could still stage whatever crime scene he had planned. ...Of course, that line of thinking was flawed, since Chara did know about us, but Mystery Man might not know that. This was a lot of speculation, gambling on the idea that Mystery Man didn't want to use a gun was a pretty big gamble. But, well. This was quite literally a life or death situation. If there was a time to make a big gamble... Let's all jus[BGM: Keep Hitting]  As the Mystery Man put his eyes on Krish, I took my chance. In an instant, I leaped right towards him. If he was really willing to shoot at us, a pro like him would probably have an itchy trigger finger and shoot me dead there and then... however, that didn't happen. *wham!* I was able to land a punch on him before he could truly react. Yes! Score! Injured, he backpedaled into the hallway. I rushed out, hoping to land another strike; unfortunately, he made a quick recovery. He ducked my punch and shoved me back towards the stairs. I managed to avoid toppling back down... but before I could make another move, Krish rushed out right behind me. They tried to punch the Mystery Man in a similar fashion to my attack. ...That probably wasn't a great sign towards my prospects. Unfortunately, Mystery Man caught Krish's punch dead on. With his free hand, he smacked Krish right on the side of the neck, sending them stumbling the opposite direction from me. Mystery Man followed it up by rushing in and throwing another punch right at Krish's head, which they just barely managed to block. It was at this point I was starting to regain my composure I was looking to rejoin the fight. However, Mystery Man then took a sharp 180. Aimed right at me, he rushed forwards and did something I never could have expected. He jumped up, and with both feet, kicked out at me. A... dropkick? Being honest, this was an attack I didn't remotely expect; I had completely ruled out the possibility of 'dropkick.' I mean, that's not a good fighting move; it's not supposed to be, at least. However, I couldn't exactly contest its efficacy in this context. No way to dodge, this close quarters. I did my best to block with both arms. But there was no stopping that momentum: in an instant, I was sent backwards, stumbling down the stairs. That stumble quickly turned to a full on collapse." *thump! crash! thud!* gently caress! Before I knew it, I was lying on my back at the bottom of the stairs. And a second later. *slam!* Argh, gently caress! I didn't really see what had happened. But I sure as hell could guess he Mystery Man had jumped down and landed right on me. This was confirmed as he came into view. He wasted no time pressing the advantage; his legs shifted to my arms, pinning me down. And with his arms? He reached out to my face. And then, in an instant, didn't go for my throat. No, no, no.  With both his thumbs, he began to push down on my eyeballs. gently caress gently caress gently caress no no! When I saw what he meant to do, I began struggling as much as I could, but I couldn't get free. I didn't have enough energy, not from this angle As time slowed to a crawl, I could only internally scream as the gloved hands came close. And then, they reached my eyes. I closed them, of course, but I began to feel a pushing. I felt indescribable pain. ...And then? Relief. Just as soon as I had felt the pushing, it had stopped. The pressure on my arms also came to a halt. I opened my eyes to try and see what happened, but it didn't particularly do me a whole lot of good; still, I could assume what had happened. Krish must've been short on Mystery Man's heels. Just after he jumped down, so did they. ...Actually, I could hear the two's struggle off to the side, out of sight. Thank Christ for Krish. Seriously. A second more, gently caress, a half second more, and my eyes might've received some permanent damage from that psycho. Holy poo poo. If I wasn't still very much in a deadly situation, I'd be reeling from panic. Unfortunately, I didn't have that luxury I knew Krish's fighting capabilities, and I now had a decent understanding of Mystery Man's. Fighting my injuries, I got to my feet. I rubbed my eyes, trying to come to my senses. In a few seconds, I was back to relative competence. Unfortunately, those were a rough few seconds for Krish. Right now, they were on their knees, reeling from a blow. Mystery Man reached up and with great force, landed another strike on the top of Krish's head. Krish reeled, and Mystery Man lifted his arm once more, clearly winding up for another strike. However, at this point, I had made my way over to him. I grabbed his arm midair, and used it to turn Mystery Man around somewhat. Then, I landed one solid strike right to his face. Ha! That was satisfying. Mystery Man stumbled back. I helped Krish back to their feet. The earlier encounter had proved something to me: I needed their backup to win this fight. At this point, it looked like Mystery Man was the one on some tilt. He rushed forwards, trying to punch me right in the side of the head; I dodged backwards, and Krish tried to kick him in the side. The kick actually landed, though Mystery Man quickly turned back and retaliated with a hook that missed Krish. Here, we had him in a compromised position. Krish and I were on either side of the Mystery Man now to beat him down. With a mere look between the two of us, Krish and I came to an understanding. Then we both rushed in, punching and kicking the best we could. It was a bit of a blur, what happened next. It was almost hypnotic, how the Mystery Man reacted; despite being attacked on two fronts, he weaved between dodges and blocks, fending off both sides. No matter what we tried, we couldn't quite get an attack to land... and finally, Mystery Man saw an opening. He was able to land an uppercut right to Krish's gut, crumpling them. Then, seamlessly, he turned back around and bicycle kicked me right in the forehead. I'd be upset, but being 1,000% honest, I think I was just a bit impressed that I had actually been bicycle kicked. Alright, this wasn't working. Up against the couch, I realized that this guy might not want to use weapons, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't. I looked around, and something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I began making my way towards it, but just then, all three of us on the ground floor turned our attention towards the stairs. [BGM: Silence]  Yo, guys, I'm into partying as much as the next guy, but it's pretty loving late. Could you please keep it ...
... ...Heeey, friend-o, what's happening?I heard Mystery Man let out an audible sigh. gently caress it.
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 [BGM: First Rubber]  Look, reacting to the words that come up is all fine and good, but this whole thing was created because I don't want you to be passive.And I worry you're just going to replace passively reading with passively reading and then clicking a button. That's no good! You click the button when I want you to, not when you want to. So then, sometimes, an opportunity will present itself to you when your ideas are coming to you. When this happens, immediately quick it before the timer runs out, or face the consequences. In the distraction caused by Polly's appearance, I had already grabbed onto the thin, wide metal bowl-plate sitting on a nearby glass table.  I could throw it in the direction of the Mystery Man, but in that split second, my instincts told me that the bowl wouldn't make it in time if I threw it directly at him. So, in a move that a calmer, saner me would never have dreamed of, I threw the bowl at Polly, or rather, at the space in front of Polly. At the same time, Mystery Man took out his pistol and fired a shot right at Polly. Polly might really be blessed by a God or something... because the bullet really did hit the plate midair. I didn't quite catch the interaction, but whatever happened, I'm pretty sure I saved Polly's life. However, instead of watching that, I was rushing right at the Mystery Man.  Before he could get off another shot, I grabbed the hand with which he held his pistol. The two of us began to wrestle for control of the gun. I could feel that he was stronger than me, but I had an idea.  I slammed my head into his. Ow! Both of us recoiled in pain. Not my best idea. However, in the interaction, the pistol dropped to the floor. I tried to kick it out towards Krish, but before my foot could make contact with the gun, the Mystery Man had stomped on top of it. It looked like we were thinking along roughly the same lines. After my kick attempt failed, Mystery Man himself kicked the pistol along the floor, skidding it under the couch. He probably figured that in this tense melee, he wouldn't have enough free time to actually successfully pick up the gun. Since there were three of us, there were a lot more chances for one of us to get our hands on it; again, lightning quick analysis skills on the part of Mystery Man.  My faith in our ability to actually get out of this alive was rapidly depleting. ...No, I couldn't have those doubts now. I was in the middle of a tense fight, in case I forgot. I had to stay in the moment. I tried pushing him, but he grabbed my arms handily. Behind him, Krish began to run in for another attack; unfortunately, the Mystery Man was just as aware of this. As soon as Krish got in range, the Mystery Man let out a powerful kick to the side of their head. The smack of the impact would sound satisfying were it not for the context.  Bringing his attention back towards me, with the same leg, he tried to roundhouse me in the gut. I let go of his arms and backed out of the way just in time. It was at this point I noticed Polly rushing off towards the kitchen in the corner of my eye. I didn't even have the mental capacity to even form an opinion on this, I just made a slight note. After recovering from the kick, Krish ran right back at Mystery Man; you had to give it up for their persistence. However, this time, Mystery Man grabbed Krish by the back of the head. Then he smashed Krish's face against his knee. Krish cried out in pain.  You might expect Mystery Man to try and follow up on this. However, just as soon as he had targeted Krish, he took a step towards me and threw another kick right at me... but this time, I had more than anticipated the attack. I didn't just dodge the kick, I was able to catch Mystery Man's outstretched leg midair. When I had his leg in my hand, honestly speaking, my mind sort of went blank I didn't expect to get this far. Panicking, I just punched his leg in a way his joints shouldn't be able to bend. gently caress!Okay, that seemed to work well. Mystery Man wormed free, and with a pained look, bounced backwards twice, putting some distance between himself, Krish, and I. It was at this point Polly came rushing back in, holding a pot with both his hands. ...Oh, I see, he was looking for a weapon to try and help the fight. And a pot was the best he could find? Mystery Man, for the first time in the fight, looked genuinely angry. You little pests.I noticed that he was reaching into his pocket. Never a good sign. After a second or two, he found what he was looking for. It looked to be a small metal capsule. I couldn't parse it at first, but when the Mystery Man pushed down on it, I had a bad idea. And then when he threw it at the floor in front of me, my idea was confirmed. Luckily, in what I had to assume was a rare moment of clarity for him, Polly was actually with me in terms of thought process. Vels! Without hesitation, Polly threw the pot he held over to me. I didn't even need to think twice about what to do. I reached out, and caught the pot midair; then, as soon as I had it in my hands, I made to cover the metal capsule on the floor with the pot. At the same time, I bent down, pressing my knee down on the pot. No sooner had I encapsulated the metal capsule then did I feel a strong force pushing out against it. It wasn't a slow build or anything, it was instant. Just like that, I was sent soaring backwards, and the pot was sent flying wildly into the air. That metal capsule was some sort of mini-grenade... definitely just a mini-grenade, though. I didn't want to imagine what would've happened were that a real grenade. As is, the pot barely contained the blast. If it were a full explosion? I'd probably be in pieces, honestly speaking. At any rate, if I wanted to feel lovely about my chances of survival, I didn't need to come up with hypotheticals. I was already knocked against the back wall due to the mini-grenade. However, even as I was being sent back, I knew I needed to recover ASAP. Mystery Man sure as poo poo wasn't going to be lying on his rear end, recovering. And sure enough, as soon as I hit the back wall, I saw Mystery Man rushing straight forwards at me, both arms to the side. It was a dumb way of running. Why was he straightening his arms like... oh, gently caress, seriously? Before I knew it, in both hands, Mystery Man was holding small, black, karambit knives. Mother fucker. Did he have them up his sleeves?! What sort of arsenal did this guy lug around on a regular basis? Whatever, gently caress it, gently caress it! This psycho wasn't killing me.  Mystery Man got right up close, and made to swing at me with the knife. At the last possible minute though, I ducked and rolled out of the way of the slash. Quickly, I turned back around, and got to my feet. As to be expected, Mystery Man's assault was far from over; dual wielding knives, he continued to slash at me. I did my best to stay out of his range as he wildly swung, but it was far from a stable arrangement. I was keenly aware that at any moment, a slip up on my part could leave me bleeding out slowly on the floor. Needless to say, I'd rather avoid that eventuality.  Finally, in one particularly desperate looking rush, I saw an opening. I was able to grab onto an arm holding onto one of the knives. There was a brief power struggle. This time, however, I was able to win it conclusively; Mystery Man dropped the knife right into my hand. Taking the most of the opportunity, I swung out at the Mystery Man. Unfortunately, he was able to back up out of the range of the attack in time. I noticed that he put the hand holding his remaining knife into his pocket. ...Whatever, I needed to push the offensive. I took two more steps forwards and stabbed out at the Mystery Man. Then, before I knew what was happening, I felt a constriction around my arm. What the Mystery Man had taken back out the wire, and caught my arm in it. He had begun to circle around me, so I tried swinging back at him, but my arm was firmly strung up. Instead, I moved to trying to hit him with my other arm, but just as soon as I had that thought, I felt my knife-wielding arm come loose. As I swung out with the other arm, that one too was caught by the wire. Instead of it being wrapped up, however, Mystery Man moved to wrap the wire around a much more vital organ. Before I could object, I could feel myself being choked out by the wire it had wrapped around my throat. It wasn't until this point that I realized just how thin this wire was... and you can't really resist when a wire's wrapped around your throat, you don't exactly have the muscles to do anything. Luckily for me, instead of directly choking me out, Mystery Man used the leverage to turn me around. See, Krish had come running in, again looking to land a wild strike, but Mystery Man used me as a meat shield, and as Krish approached, they faltered. Mystery Man used this faltering as an opportunity. He rushed out and kicked Krish right in the stomach, sending them reeling back. It felt as though I had seen Krish reel back a dozen times already in these few minutes. None of us were progressing, we were just fighting. Before I could expand on that profound thought though, the brain to my oxygen started to cut out. Now Mystery Man was choking me out. It was horrifying, not being able to think straight, feeling your life slip away like that. In a rage, I lashed out with the arm that held the knife, hoping to blindly strike my assailant. I stabbed in the direction behind me a few times, but nothing seemed to land. I could vaguely feel the wire around my neck twisting, indicating that Mystery Man was moving his body out of the way. Then, I felt a sharp kick to the back of my leg. gently caress! I had fallen to my knees at this point. This wasn't going to work; if this kept up, I'd be dead in a mere couple more seconds. I couldn't count on help if I didn't solve this right now, I'd die.  gently caress that. gently caress that! This chump wasn't killing me. I passed off my knife to the left hand, and began trying to cut the wire around my neck. There wasn't exactly a clean angle to cut with, but I had a lot of desperation. Somehow, I was able to make progress, and in an absolutely soul-changing moment... I felt the tension snap and the breath begin to enter my lungs. Unlike Krish, however, I didn't fall to the floor gasping. I already knew what I wanted to do the moment I was free.I turned around and swung wildly at where my assailant should be. Unfortunately, I was on my knees... which meant Mystery Man was able to jump straight over the arc of the swing. And then, midair, he planted the tip of his boot right in my face. I was sent skidding further along the floor. I knew if I just lay there, though, I'd be dead in a matter of seconds. As I gasped for air, trying to recompose myself, I also quickly scattered on all fours, going from a crawl to a low-to-the-ground run, putting space between me and the Mystery Man. [You won 7 chips!] To my side, Krish was also standing in a fighting stance. Mystery Man was just standing in front of us, glaring. And there, to the side of the room, Polly spoke up. [BGM: Silence]  Hey! Dude! I don't know, uh, what you want He wants to kill you, Polly. Okay, I got that much Vels, thank you. My point is, I don't know why you're doing this. But I just called the police. They're on their way ASAP. They'll surround this place any minute now.[BGM: Grand Slam]  Why should I care? Uh, well, I mean... look, you could kill all three of us. I'm sure you could! But I think the last few minutes have proven that with the three of us working together, it's not going to be an easy fight. I think the three of us will be able to last, uh, at least a bit longer." By the time you actually finish your job, it'll be too late. This place will be surrounded! You'll have no way out. We'll be dead, you'll be in jail. Really, nobody wins in that situation.
To my surprise, the Mystery Man was actually considering what Polly was saying. This was the perfect opportunity to do something I was looking for the whole time. With his attention distracted, I subtly took my phone out of my pocket. Without even looking at the screen, I slid over to the camera app. And... *snap!* Look, I'm sure your boss or whatever isn't going to be happy that I didn't die. But I'm a public guy! I'm sure you'll get another shot at me! But if you get captured here, that's it, that's the end of the line you rot in jail for the rest of your life, that's all you amount to That doesn't need to happen to you. And we don't need to die. So just, you know." Leave please?
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...gently caress![BGM: Silence]  The Mystery Man looked absolutely pissed. However, quickly, he fished his hands in both pockets. *crack!* Then he took out two more metal capsules, and threw them both at the ground simultaneously. poo poo! The instant one of them hit the ground, my vision and hearing were robbed from me. God drat flashbangs... I tried to recover my senses as soon as I could. When I did, I saw the effects of the other grenade: a fire had broken out in the middle of the house. A mini-incendiary grenade... mother fucker. In the back, I could see Mystery Man fleeing. Oh no. Not that easily, you dipshit. I began running in his direction. [BGM: The Wire]  I made my way out of the house as soon as I could, and I stayed on his trail as he ran out to the back, out in the open grass. He had a lead, but I was fast. I would catch up to him. In the forest, I would I felt an impact from behind. What the hell? I tumbled to the ground, with a mass on top of me. What the hell, who the hell ...Krish? To my surprise, sure enough, Krish had just tackled me to the ground. Oh come on! Now what was this? Because of this, Mystery Man was totally going to lose me; once in the forest, at this time of night, I had no manner of tracking him. My one chance was staying in eyeshot, and that had just been blown!" What the hell, Krish? What the hell, Krish? What the hell, Vels? What are you thinking?! What do you mean, what am I thinking? I'm going after the Mystery Man! And I'm asking why? Why? Krish, he just tried to kill us! loving exactly! He tried to kill us! Why are you chasing after him alone?! To stop him. Don't! Vels, what was going to stop him from turning around and just shooting you in the face as you got closer? What were you going to do if that happened? He probably doesn't have another gun. If he did, he would've gone for it in the house. You don't know that. I can assume that. You're going to bet your life on an assumption? I just did that like 5 times back to back in there! Fine, whatever. He doesn't have a gun. So? You still couldn't capture him. That right? It is! I don't know what you saw, but he just kicked your rear end, he kicked both of our asses! He tried to kill us, he didn't. We won. On a technicality. Three to one. Barely. Do you seriously think trying to fight him alone in the middle of the forest is a good idea? You're going to get yourself killed! I need to catch him! Why?? Our job was to save Polly we did that! Drop it!
For once... Krish was right. Running directly after the Mystery Man was a dumb prospect. Okay. Okay, you're right Krish. Thank you! I was worried you'd be stubborn about this. I'm not you. Anyways, we should get back to the house as quickly as possible; I kind of brushed past it, but a fire did seem to have started in there. We should try and put it out... or at the very least, make sure Polly is fine. Oh poo poo, you're right. Come on, let's go!Krish got up and began running back to the house right away. A part of me wanted to follow them. However, I just turned right around and continued to run into the Forest. Sorry, Krish. But some things were better handled alone. You were right just blindly following after the Mystery Man was dumb. But that didn't mean there wasn't something else I could do about it. [BGM: Silence]  I wonder how it feels to come to a point in your life where people are getting paid to kill you. What's your emotional response to that? Pride? Guilt? Fear, surprise? Or... maybe when you get to that point you just expect it. You don't have a strong reaction. I imagine it's context-dependent. Anyways, good thing for Polly that Vels was there, and that Vels was the same ol' paranoid nutcase. Glass under leaves... I'll admit, that's a new one. Might have to steal that one. Though I have to say, seems like Vels isn't quite the gladiator warrior I thought. One day you're handling a 4 v 1 against gang members, next day you're losing a 1 v 3 against an assassin? Feels bad. I guess our 'Mystery Man' just must be that good. To all parties' credit, the fight did go on for a while without a clear winner. Took up most the scene, in fact. Sorry that the visuals were a little low-par. Look, setting intense actions up in this thing is a real pain in the rear end. I'm already putting too much work into a glorified test ru ...Ah, right. Forget about my stupid blabbering mouth, let's talk about you! Would you want an assassin to try and kill you? Hey wait, what was th Cool, cool, very interesting. Well, that's about it for our chat, see you soon. Next up, it's back to Eris!
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Forget everything else, Devon trying to injure Vels eyes by pressing down on them was perhaps the most squeamish part for me.
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a test what? Are we back to the cards as plot device in that very same way previous game handled it?
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Marluxia posted:Yes, yes, ACAB, but part of that statement is that not all cop are monsters, some people, if you removed them being officers, would probably be otherwise okay people. But a good chunk of the cop ARE monsters, and the rest enable and protect them and the rotten system they enforce. Probably should've phrased it better, but I didn't mean specifically because she's a cop that she should be dirty or something. Rather, every other character in the story has a much more interesting relationship with the power structures at play, generally either trying to reinforce them or fight them. I'm suspicious of her as a character that otherwise hasn't really been important to the plot thus far, so I figure either one of two things will happen: either there will turn out to be more to her than meets the eye, or her sudden helpfulness will get her killed to up the stakes. Part of it is also that, if we believe The Devil, the person pulling the strings is someone comparatively humble in the grand scheme of things, and there are only so many characters who have been introduced who both fit that bill and also have been seemingly passive enough that they're a candidate.
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I wonder why Devon chose to carry on with his plan. Originally, the idea was to make Polly look like he had died without arousing suspicion. As soon as he saw Krish, he should not have gone with the strangle and fight approach because witnesses and additional victims would foil his plan. At that point, he should have pivoted. He could have waited for a better opportunity. Or he could have burnt the house down and sniped Polly when he escaped, using the forest as cover.
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Vels probably nailed it when he figured they would just disappeared into the woods. The story still holds up if Polly is the only one around to be found.
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 [BGM: Dummy]  I checked my phone again. Maybe now? ...Nope. drat... what was with The Devil? I really didn't get why they weren't responding anymore. It was slightly worrying. A part of me wanted to send them another email - just a sort of gentle tap on the shoulder, a, 'Hey, forget about me? Is everything all right? You good?' But I questioned how useful this would actually be. I mean, my last email ended with a question. The Devil should know to respond. Sending another email might seem... clingy didn't feel like the right word, but it came to mind. Eh. Whatever. I could worry about that later. For now, I had actual things to deal with: I had secured a meeting. I put my phone back in my pocket. All right then. I felt weird about going to this meeting; it seemed kind of like a bad idea for a few reasons. But... I wanted answers, and this person probably had them. ...Or at least, this felt like the best way to get them. So concerns aside, this meeting was for the best. After taking a deep breath, I crossed the street. We were meeting at a restaurant. Smith's. It was, in fact, not a bad place to get a bite. Apparently, this meeting was infringing on lunchtime, so, to accommodate him, we settled on meeting at a place like this. I wasn't exactly hungry or anything, but, whatever. Meeting at a restaurant felt fine to me. Better that than at my place. I made my way to the front door.  As I entered, I found that there weren't really that many customers. Huh. I guess this place was underrated. Glad to see it still open, though. I looked around for a bit. ...There, I spotted him. I began making my way over. Finally, I stood right beside him. Sat casually on one side of a diner's table was Kane Shay... Oracle reporter. If I wanted the scoop on all things Panthea, this was a good place to go. Kane was pretty plugged in... although, looking at him, you wouldn't know it. Right now, instead of being on his phone as you might expect, Kane was staring intently at a newspaper folded in front of him. In one hand, he held a pen. I figured I should introduce myself.  Um... Kane Shay, right?Briefly, Kane looked up from the paper.   Guilty. And you're Eris, Laverna's sister, right? Yes, I am. Cool, cool. Take a seat in front of me. I'll be more talkative in just a second. Okay.Feeling a little awkward, I sat down. It's funny, I didn't take you for a big reader of physical newspapers. Eh, well. This place had 'em. Had to kill time. I'm not late, am I? No, I just like getting to the scene early. Uh huh. Give me one second, I'm almost done with this crossword. Crosswords? Seriously?  Keeps the brain sharp. Hey, actually, maybe you can help me with this one: 'The action of summoning a great power - be it evil or good.' 10 letters. First letter's 'i', fifth is 'c,' second to last is 'o.' Uh...I racked my brain. 'Invocation?' Yes! That, exactly, thank you. Invocation. That's it.Quickly, Kane began scribbling letters down. Then he continued, filling in a few more spots. Finally, the puzzle was completely filled. There we go. Sorry for wasting your time like that. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, see; don't like leaving a puzzle unfinished is all. I understand that perfectly.For my part, I was ready to just jump into business. However, it seemed as though we had been seated at a table for too long. A waiter, noticing us, walked over.  Well, howdy, folks. What can I do for you two today? Do you think you're ready to order?[BGM: Pip Count]  I don't know, Eris, do you know what you want?I shook my head reluctantly. I'm okay. I don't think I want to order anything. Really? You came all this way, you're not going to have anything? I'm good. Come on, just have something. Meal's on me.Pushing the matter any further wasn't worth it. Fine. Okay, uh, I'll just have a glass of milk, please.The waiter nodded. Glass of milk, perfect. And you, darling? Me? I think I'll have a plain cheeseburger, medium rare. Side of fries. And just a glass of water to drink. By plain cheeseburger, that means no toppings? Exactly. Okay. So a glass of milk for the lady, plain cheeseburger, side of fries, and water for the gentleman. Do I have that right? I think so. Perfect. I'll get that order to you in a jiffy.And like that, the waiter left. Well, now I was bound by the laws of societal politeness to at least stay in this conversation until I got my glass of milk... great. Whatever, it doesn't really matter. I straightened myself in my seat, and looked at Kane. So, Mr. Kane Shay. First off, I'd just like to thank you for meeting me here. I understand, with you being a journalist and editor and all, you've likely got a very busy schedule... and, of course, we don't really know each other. So for you to actually take the time to come and meet with me, to answer some random stranger's questions, that's very considerate of you. ...So, uh, thanks. Hey, don't mention it. I've been eating too many of my meals by myself. I was getting lonely. And hey, I'm always happy to answer questions. Big fan of information, right here. Honestly, when I heard about this, I was a little flattered. I mean, out of everybody, you reached out to me? Well, you are kind of the person 'in the know' about Panthea. Sure, that might be true, but there's plenty of journalists out there. More to the point, I have always gotten the vibe that your sister doesn't think too fondly of me. Maybe I'm just imagining that... but I doubt it.I shrugged. Right. Well, know that I'm not my sister. We're different people, different opinions. And, to be honest, I'd be lying if I said I was your number one fan or something, but I've got respect for you. Respect that you know a lot of things.I wondered if Kane would notice that for that whole spiel I'd been lying through my teeth. Turns out he didn't. Glad to hear, glad to hear. Well then, all right; should we get to business? Okay then.I thought for a second. A part of me wanted to just cut to the chase. However, for a few reasons, that seemed like the wrong tact. From the looks of it, I'd get at least a few good questions; better to approach it like... So, Mr. Shay. Kane's fine. Kane, then. Obviously, you are the lead writer, editor, CEO - basically just the boss of the popular news site 'The Oracle.' This has been established. Right. I've read the odd article from The Oracle. Why thank you. But, uh, some people online have criticized The Oracle in a variety of ways. Oh really? News to me. Ha ha. But seriously, people have issues with The Oracle. Some say that it's overly biased that some articles overlook important facts, or misrepresent some statistics to try and force erroneous narratives. To put it bluntly, a lot of people say that you're a government stooge. Bluntly? Try rudely. Sorry, I don't mean to offend. Hey, I ain't offended. You know how many comments a day I read? My skin's thick as poo poo. I'm just surprised that you treat the person you're trying to get info out of like this. Seems like a questionable tactic in most circumstances. Yeah, well, I don't like to dance around things. Runs in the family, apparently. Hmm. Anyways, some people have gone as far to say you're being paid off by the current administration. I wish. Is that what you're going to ask me? I don't buy into that conspiracy crap. What I do know is that, from an economic perspective, there's a lot of people who want to hear what you're selling.. and I do buy into human economics. So I ask, out of pure curiosity, person to person: are you authentic? Do you legit believe the narrative you're pushing? Tch.A scowl formed on Kane's face. Apparently, this was the question that set him off. I'm sorry? Don't be, I'm just ticked off that everybody seems to be questioning my legitimacy. I can have an angle while still being legitimate, you know? So, yes, as much of a surprise as it may be, I actually do believe in what I'm saying. Really? Is that so hard to believe? I just think you're a pretty smart guy, Kane. Why thank you. And I'd think you'd know when you're misrepresenting facts... when the articles you put out aren't fair. That's...Kane sighed. Okay, look, maybe not all my arguments are 100%% flawless. That's because, like I've always said, I believe in Panthea. I want it to be a great city. What's wrong with that? Wrong with a bit of Panthean pride? Feels like that's a rarer and rarer commodity around here. But you acknowledge it has its faults? Eris, every city has its faults. You want to hear about Panthea's faults, go to any other news site, go to that hack Bach's campaign rallies. But you know, there's so much negativity that so much is overlooked, taken for granted. Is Olympo perfect? No. It also is consistently making large technological advances and is supplying the city with an unfathomable amount of jobs! The Duats suck, and it is outrageous that the police have failed to effectively hamper their expansion. But at the very least, crime on the whole is on a huge decline! Panthea is, at its core, a good city where good people can make their mark, but not enough people see it that way. You know that pop star, Talei? She's actually Panthean born. Really? Yeah, seriously. But she doesn't publicize that fact, because Panthea's got such a mixed reception on the national scale. Wait, seriously? I thought Panthea was actually looked upon pretty favorably outside its own bubble. Eh, it's a mixed bag. I'm just saying, if she was from Aurea? You know we'd hear about that. So, because you want Panthea to be viewed as this great place, you prop it up with propaganda? Now, hold on, propaganda is a bit harsh. Don't you think it'd be better to challenge it, to force it to actually be better?Kane didn't seem to have an answer to this. Instead, he just slumped back into his seat. Huh, this is an interesting response. You're not wrong. Look, in some ways, I'm my own biggest critic. I have trouble believing that. Okay, maybe I'm overexaggerating a bit. But look, I see the other side of things. And I mean, the image I have created has, uh, snowballed in some unfortunate ways. The people who apply to actually work at The Oracle are, uh, not always the best possible candidates. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm the boss, I have final say. The blame of my subordinates falls to me. But to put it one way... Well, most of the stories I'm actually ashamed about the ones people who give The Oracle poo poo use as evidence they weren't written by me. And my primary audience, a lot of them aren't people I'd actually like to hang out with.I nodded.  I think I understand what you're getting at. I think I might actually even have a bit of sympathy.Kane shrugged. Well, I made my bed. This is me laying in it. And if it's worth anything, I recently put out a statement about how I'm going to try and lead The Oracle into a better state of things. Most people dismissed it as a PR move, and fair enough but between you and me I was being honest. Well, there you go. That's the most you can ask for. Yeah, well, we'll see. And something tells me the changes aren't going to be enough for most people. I mean, I'm pretty sure on a fundamental level I still disagree with a lot of my critics on some stuff. But... I hope that answers your question. It does, thank you. Great. Then I guess it's my turn.Huh? Your turn? Yeah, my turn! What, you got a problem with that? More a general lack of understanding towards what exactly you mean by that. It's simple. You think you're the only one looking for information? No? I mean, you're taking up my time. It's only fair I get something out of this as well.[BGM: Bidding]  So then, I say we go tit-for-tat on the questions. You ask me something, I ask you something. We both learn, we both leave happy. Sound good to you?Being honest, I hadn't expected this response... but if it'd keep Kane content... Well, I don't think I really know that much that would actually be interesting to someone like you... but I don't see a problem with it. So, uh, sure, I guess. Great! So, for my question... what's the deal with your sister? Huh? What's the deal? Yeah, she and I have crossed paths a couple times now. I got curious, decided to look into her, stumbled onto her site. There were a ton of reviews on it too overwhelmingly positive. For such a star investigator, I was surprised that I hadn't heard of her earlier. Must not be as knowledgeable as you thought you were. Must be. Anyways, I wanted to get to know her a bit better. I decided to try and reach out to some of the people who procured her services earlier, check in on their experience. ...But funnily enough, I was having trouble getting in contact with any of them. In fact, I was having trouble confirming that those cases even ever happened in the first place.
drat. Okay, first off, you were researching my sister? What's up with that? Kind of creepy, if you ask me. Creepy? You heard me. Jeez. For your information, I'm a journalist; I look for scoops, it's my job to look into people. And as a matter of fact, I was looking to put together a rather glowing piece on Laverna. 'Genius Detective of Panthea - Crime Beware.' Remind everybody that this city is full of talented individuals, maybe make them feel a bit safer. Hm. Well, regardless... Laverna's pretty incompetent when it came to things tech-related; when she was getting started up, she came to me to help me get her website up and running. And you helped her out? How sweet! For a fee. Anyways, when I did it, it felt a little bare. I mean, no reviews? That didn't feel good. So, you know... I weighed the scale with a number of positive reviews that were perhaps... less than legitimate. Depending on which reviews you reached out to, that could explain things. Fake reviews? My, my, my. That seems... questionably legal. Oh, it's fine. Or at least, it's set up in a way that a case against me would be extremely difficult to prosecute. Heh. How naughty. Please don't say that word in the future. Fine? Okay then, so by the rules, is it my turn? Okay, don't put it like that. Why? It makes it seem like I'm being arcane or unreasonable. They're not rules, it's... a rule. And it's not a rule, it's a suggestion. We trade questions... and that's not an unreasonable suggestion. You're getting awful defensive there; I don't have a problem with the suggestion. Anyways, forget it, let's just move on. I want to know more about a specific employee who used to work for you at The Oracle. Oh? Well then, fire away. Do you remember Jacy Nazea? Jacy... Nazea? Ah, yes, right. Jacy. Sweet girl. Ew. What? Okay, no, I wasn't saying it like that. Really? Yes, really. I was just legitimately calling her a sweet girl. I liked her a lot platonically. All right, well, if that is true, you have to work on your vocabulary. First 'naughty' and then 'sweet girl?' I think you're just reading into things too much. Anyways, yes, I remember Ms. Nazea. I had a lot of respect for her talented journalist, and very ambitious, I liked that. We didn't always see eye to eye on everything, but I viewed that as a good thing. It's important to have people who keep you in check. Frankly, I could use a lot more people like her nowadays. Okay then. In that case, would you mind telling me what you know about her disappearance? Her disappearance, huh? That was tragic. But I don't know what exactly you're asking about. Just, I don't know, do you have any ideas about it? Was she acting weird beforehand? Mention anything to you? On any particularly dangerous investigations? Let me see... it was a while back, so I don't know how much I remember.Kane scratched his head. Well, Jacy always played what articles she was working on fairly close to her chest. Annoying as an employee in exactly that one way. She also liked to juggle a couple projects at once. But, uh, at the time, I think she was launching a big inquest on Olympo. Trying to dig up dirt on it, expose it in some way. Your beloved Olympo? And you were okay with that? Ha ha. I let her investigate because I was confident she wouldn't find anything worthwhile... and if she did? Well then, like it or not, we'd have a moral obligation to run it. Anyways, beyond that? Sorry, I've got nothing for you. All right then.[BGM: Golden Point]  I hope she's all right, wherever she is. Wherever she is? You think she's alive? Me? I'd like to think so. I mean, the idea to come up with some conspiracy about how she was 'disappeared' is tempting and all hell, I might fall into that trap. But I doubt it. And why's that? Back then, a little bit after she disappeared I want to say about 9 days after I had to check her work email. Maintenance thing, standard procedure. Anyways, when I was on her account, I noticed that she had gotten an email as recently as a day ago... and it was read. Really?Huh... this was news to me. And, uh, is it possible that somebody else opened that mail? On another of Jacy's devices, maybe? It was company policy to only ever open your work email at the office, so I wouldn't think so. Huh. I mean, it's all speculative. For all I know, somebody decided to hack into her email account somehow, or maybe she logged in elsewhere and then was killed shortly after that. But if you ask me? I always figured that something just forced her to go on the run, and she moved to another city or something.I nodded, taking in everything. Well, that's just my belief, though. Sorry to say, I haven't honestly given it that much thought. That's fair enough. Honestly, you've already given me more than enough. Nice. All right then. Your turn. Hooray. ...Hmm... I didn't really think out my questions in advance. Now I don't really know what to ask you. You could just pass your turn. Nah, that seems like a waste. ...All right, I've got it! What's your angle, lady? Excuse me? I think I was pretty clear. You called me out here. And asking about my general beliefs? All right, fair enough, sensible question. But asking about Jacy Nazea? That's not haphazard, that's pointed. That's the mark of someone here with an agenda. 'Agenda?' Isn't that a bit dramatic? Life's dramatic. And also, everyone always has an agenda; doesn't always have to be nefarious, doesn't have to be thought out, but people always have them. And I like to know them. Gives me a better idea of how to broach conversations.
I tapped my fingers on the table, eyes closed. For a moment, I considered how to answer. Then, I just shrugged. I dunno. Come on. I'm serious. I don't know why I've taken such an interest in any of this. Boredom, I guess? Didn't have much else to do. I spend a lot of time on the internet don't say anything and I stumbled across some things. They felt weird to me, so I decided to look into them more. Then I poked into them more. And more. And, well, now I'm here. Guess if I had to put it in a word, it'd be curiosity... though, I guess that that's probably not a very satisfying answer to you.Kane shook his head. No, no, I get it. You're like your sister. What?! Yeah, this is what this is. You both like solving mysteries, you like feeling like you're arriving at some sort of 'truth.' She's just embraced that interest a lot more fully than you. Tch. Believe me, I am nothing like my sister. The fact that you can say that with a straight face when you literally look like the same person is fascinating to me. Okay, physically we're alike, whatever, but that's as far as the similarities go. Hmm. Well, you talk like a normal person I appreciate that. Although, I think I find Laverna just a bit more fun. Oh, well I'm sorry I can't be as fun as her. Hey, hey, ease up! Relax. I'm just pulling your chain a bit. Whatever. I answered your question, right? I'd say that counts, yeah. Good. In that case, it's my turn again. ...Okay, so...Hm. I had beaten around the bush for long enough. I should prioritize important questions now. Who knows how many more I'd get.
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 [BGM: Doubling Cube]  What I needed to do right now was follow up on the information I had gotten from that phone. There were a lot of ways to do that... but there was one part of Polly and Art's conversation that stood out like a sore thumb, and that was... Who did Jacy trust? What? It's a simple question. I know she was just your employee, but as you've demonstrated, you knew her decently well. So I'm just wondering, in your opinion, who do you think she trusted quite a lot. Huh. That's an odd question. I have to say: how could this possibly matter?If everything in that phone was to be believed an assumption in itself on several levels then somebody had left Jacy in the hands of the Duats. Art had said it must've been somebody trusted a fair bit. And Polly said it wasn't him... Polly was far from out of the woods in my eyes, but on this specific point, I was more inclined to believe him than not. So then, if I were to assemble all the possibilities, knowing who Jacy could've conceivably trusted was an important piece. Does it matter? Just answer the question. Jeez. I was going to answer anyways, no need to be cold about it. I'm sorry. No you're not, but whatever. Let's see... Once more, Kane slumped back in his chair, thoughtful expression crossing his face. Jeez, you're really asking me to stretch my memory. ... Well, I can say this. As I said, I liked Jacy quite a bit. She was very amicable, friendly on the outside. She knew how to get you talking about yourself, and as any social psychologist worth their salt will tell you, that's how you get people to like you. But underneath that? It always seemed to me that Jacy was actually a very untrusting person. Always skeptical, suspicious of everyone else's intentions. It's not a bad quality, especially for a journalist, but it's making remembering any people she actually trusted kind of hard. I see. Well, I can tell you who she wouldn't trust pretty easily. For one, she wouldn't trust any of her suspects for an instant er, subjects. Though for an investigative journalist, I suppose there's not much of a difference. Even if it didn't look like someone had an angle, if they were directly involved in a story of hers, she thought they had an angle. Similarly, she never really trusted any of her sources even if they were giving her good information, she took it with a grain of salt. She'd consider why they were giving her that information in the first place. She might act close with them, but to her, the difference between a source and a suspect was nominal. And you know, she didn't even trust any of her colleagues! That includes you? Shame to say, yes. Again, very friendly, but from the sounds of things, you're asking about who she'd truly trust? Then yeah, nobody at The Oracle... nobody at any news publication, I'd wager. My point is, if she was going to really trust anybody, I'd guess it was somebody completely unrelated to her work or at least, somebody she thought was unrelated to her work. Gotcha. Okay, thank you for that, that answers my question well enough. Ah, good to hear. Being honest, I was worried I hadn't given enough there; I was really just scraping the bits of memory I retained. So then, my turn to ask a question? Yep. Ask away. Whatever you want to know, I'll t*briiiiing!!!* It took me a second to realize that the ringing was coming from my pocket. Ah, loving... perfect. Just perfect. Absolutely perfect timing. Just had to happen when I was in the middle of an important conversation. Cool. Cool, cool, so cool. I sighed. Sorry, Kane. Could I take this? Oh, yeah, of course. Go right ahead. Thank you.[BGM: Ante Up]  I began to stand up and move away from the table. This seemed to surprise Kane, though. Oh. What? Nothing, I just didn't know you were getting up. Yeah, sorry. No offense, but I think this is going to be a call about a private matter; if you don't mind, I want to take this in the bathroom.To be honest, I had no idea what this call would be about. I didn't even have a clue about who was calling. But even still, I could guess I didn't want Kane eavesdropping on it. Sure, sure. ...Say, could I use my question to have you let me listen in on that conversation of yours? I mean... you could?Kane smiled, then he waved his hand dismissively. Just messing with you. Do your thing.I nodded, then turned away from him. I began making my way to the restroom. Where was it? ...drat, I had not been to this place enough. I took a second to scan the restaurant. Then, after a few seconds, I saw the bathroom area. Great. I made my way across to it. Instead of having a Men's and Women's restroom, this place just had two unlabeled unisex rooms. ...Well, works for me. I entered the closest room, and locked the door behind me.  Gosh, this place was filthy. Gross. Graffiti all over the walls... and this tile on the wall, it was all cracked on the sides. I tried pushing on it, and with the lightest force, it moved away. Behind the tile, there was this little hidey-hole. A completely normal looking pen was stuck in there. Weird. Well, finders keepers. Without much thought, I grabbed it and put it in my pocket. Wasn't I in here for a reason? Oh, right, the call. At this point, the caller had probably called me three successive separate times. Well, that's persistence. Considering that, it's probably... I pulled out the ringing phone from my pocket sure enough, Baldera's name was across the screen. Yup. I took a second to check the back of my phone, just to double check which one this was. Then, I clicked the 'accept call' button. Heeeeyyyy! It's Baldera!Instantly. This was instant. Hi, Baldera. This is Eris, right? I have the right number? No, it's Laverna. Why are you calling me when I'm in the middle of detective work? Seriously?! Oh, so so sorry. This is my bad. I thought, you know, since you said you couldn't com Relax. I'm messing with you, Baldera it's Eris. Seriously? Dang it Eris, that's mean! I'm sorry. Seriously... I really can't tell you two's voices apart. I bet you two gave your parents all sorts of trouble. Not really. That'd imply we were on the same page on something. Anyways, you called me? Oh, right! So, uh, Laverna told me you were... handling things? You mean cracking the phone you found at the Deisma's place? You know, phrasing it the way you did makes it sound ten times more sketchy than it actually is. Sorry. But yeah, exactly, that. I was just curious how it was coming along. Coming along? I got into that thing a while ago. Seriously? Yep. That's what I'm talking about! So, wait, what was on there? Eh. Nothing all that interesting. Seriously? I mean, there's some fun stuff here and there. It's a real look into the mind of Polly. But from a criminal perspective? Nah, I didn't see anything all that compelling. Well, shoot, that's kind of a bummer. You know, I really thought we'd find something good there; guess it's really a crapshoot. Pretty much. But hey, that's just my amateur eye's opinion. I'll be giving it back to Laverna soon enough; she'll probably debrief you in a more official capacity. All right then. Sounds good Eris. Thanks for the help. Not a problem. And hey, Baldera? Good on you for taking a risk like this. I mean, going behind The Man's back like this? Playing by your own rules? I think it's pretty badass. Really? Well, uh, thank you Eris. That means quite a bit. You're welcome. I'm going to get back to my meal. You just do that. And, hey, give me a call whenever you feel like just chatting o*click* Ugh. Waste of time. Oh well. At least it wasn't bad news; I was half-expecting bad news. Anyways, I should get back to Kane. I still wanted to finish that conversation we had. [BGM: Opening Lead]  I left the restroom, and made my way back to where we were previously seated. There, I could see that while I was gone, our meal had come. ...Well, my milk had come, Kane's meal had come, and he was taking no time waiting to enjoy it. Already, he was shoveling fries in his mouth at a kind of disgusting rate and who starts with the fries before the burger?! I took my seat again. Seriously? What? We're having a conversation. Yeah, and I'm having a meal. Hey, you're the one who wanted to talk to me during my lunch for this to work, I'm gonna have to eat. Fine. Just chew before speaking. What are you, my mom?Instead of responding, I just took a healthy sip of milk. Ah... refreshing. Though, there was a slight tang to the taste. How was your call? It was fine. Everything all right? Of course. Why, what makes you think otherwise? Oh, nothing. Just, you know, you didn't feel comfortable taking it in front of me. Thought it might be about sensitive matters. It was, but it wasn't bad news. Good news, then? Neutral news. Ah, I see. Well, that's good. Er, neutral, I should say. So, can we get back to my question now, please? Let's. Awesome. I had some time to think while you were gone, and I think I have a good one.Kane reached into his pocket, then he threw his hand out on the table. Out rolled three dice. What's this? Dice. Perfect, cubical, dice. Did you know, the numbers on every set of opposite sides add up to 7? Yes, I knew that; could I ask why this is relevant? You don't get a question yet. Kane. Hey, look, what can I say? I'm out of questions I actually want to know the answer to. Or at least, questions I would think you'd reasonably know. Blame yourself for being uninteresting. Gee, thanks. So instead, my 'question' is going to be more like a puzzle. You get it right, we continue. Wrong, and the back and forth ends here. Seriously? What motivates something like this? It's fun? Besides, if I'm going to be wasting my time, I feel a lot better about wasting my time with smart people. So come on, you in, you out? In, I guess.I still had at least one more question I needed answered before I felt comfortable leaving. Until then, I'd have to indulge Kane's nonsense. Awesome! Let's get started then.Kane reached out and grabbed the dice. He began stacking them, and shielded the stack with his hands. Then, he gripped onto the stack with one fist. So, inside my fist, I've stacked the three dice in a tower. Tell me, how many die faces can not be seen no matter where you look? None, so long as you hold it like that. Ha ha. I mean normally. Fine. Five. The top die's bottom face, the two faces between the top and middle dice, the two faces between the middle and bottom dice, and the bottom die's bottom face. Excellent! Have I answered your question now? Of course not, that was just a warmup. What I want you to tell me is, right now, what is the cumulative total of those five hidden die faces in this tower? Oh, don't worry, you get more information, look at this.Kane gripped his fist around the die tighter, and picked the tower up in his fist. Then, he turned his hand towards me, showing the top die's top face. It was a 1. After showing me, he put the tower back down, continuing to hide it. There you go.
...That's it?! What, can't solve it? No, no, you're right, the question's too mean as is... here's another hint. No touching faces are the same digit. ...Hm, that's still too hard, isn't it? All right, here's another hint. The sum total of the top two touching faces is larger than the sum total of the bottom two touching faces. Oh, and one more hint: the digits in the top-most and bottom-most faces in the tower don't show up in any of the touching faces. There you go. Now solve it. ...Okay.Ugh, how annoying. Well, I guess I should try and solve it. So, the added value would be... [BGM: Dealing Hands]  Oh, one final little thing about having a train of logic. Sometimes when you reach the end of that ol' dusty road, you're going to have to put the final piece together yourself. And I really mean by yourself you'll sometimes be presented with a prompt where you have to type in the correct answer. But it's fine, if you've been following along with the logic up until that point, you'll be fine, it'll be easy. All right. That's it. I just wanted to let you know. I'm thoughtful like that. I could've let you just figure it out yourself, but I decided to check in with you. That's how you know I care! Ah, this loving riddle of Kane's. What a pain in the rear end. Well, there has to be something to all of this. I think [the hint 'No touching faces share the same digit'/the hint 'The sum total of the top two touching faces is larger than the sum total of the bottom two touching faces'/the hint 'The digits in the top-most and bottom-most faces in the tower don't show up in any of the touching faces'/not one of the last three hints] is critical to solving this puzzle. I mean, why would Kane give the puzzle without those hints? An impossible puzzle is no fun, and it looked like he was content to ask it without those hints. Thus, I must not need those hints to solve this puzzle. So, let's try and focus on the stuff surrounding those hints, and see where we go from there. Let's go as simple as possible: what do I know? Or, rather, what do I know that's useful? Well, I know that [Kane brought the dice/Kane chose how to arrange the tower/opposite sides of a die add up to 7]. Considering that many of the faces Kane was asking about were opposites, this seems particularly relevant. What else... what else helps? I also know that [I can't see any of the relevant faces/I saw that the top face was a 1/Kane gave plenty of hints]. So then... ...Surely it's not so simple. ... What's the added value of the hidden five faces? Answer: 20 Explanation is this: because we know each side of a die adds up to 7, then we know for a fact that the inside of the die Eris saw was a 6, since 6+1=7. From there, we also know that the two other pairs of hidden dice faces both add up to 7 we don't need to know what they actually are so 7+7+6=20.  Got it. Boy, Kane was more annoying than I gave him credit for. 20.[You won 7 chips!] [BGM: Challenger]  Hey, what do you know! You're no slower than your detective sister! Could you stop with the comparisons to my sister? It's seriously starting to irritate me. And for that matter, what's with giving me all those hints after the fact? None of them were remotely necessary or helpful for coming up with the answer. You could've just shown me the top face and be done with it. I mean, I could've. But what's the fun in that? I like to implement a little thing called 'noise.' Noise? Yeah, noise. It's a game theory term basically, it means throwing in wholly unnecessary or seemingly random information. In chess, it's the equivalent of purposefully throwing out a bad move to get in your opponent's head. Basically, people tend to try and fit everything into a narrative. So completely random information can throw off their whole perspective on things. Huh, interesting. I hadn't heard about that before. Yeah, well, most people dismiss noise, usually because they just don't think to implement it. But I've found, especially against smart people, noise is a good way to shake things up. ...I guess my point is: if I ever committed a murder, I'd probably just do a bunch of random poo poo to weird the investigators out. Dark place to bring it, but point taken. Anyways, turns out some 'noise' wasn't enough to throw me off. So it seems. Well then, I cede the floor to you. Your question? Right.Okay. I had danced around it for long enough, but when it got down to it, there was one thing I was really curious about; one thing I wanted to know. He'd probably definitely think something was weird with this question... but so be it. It had to be asked. Kane. What do you know... about the Mandjet?Kane took a moment to process this. Then, he gave a slight smile. The Mandjet, huh? Well now, isn't that just an ancient name. You know it? Kind of, kind of, yeah. I'm more curious as to why you know of it. Maybe you can use your question on that. For now, it's my turn. Hey, I hear you. Let's see.., To put it very simply, the Mandjet is a big ship. Used to do a lot of trading; at least, that's the official story. And the real story? It's a poorly-kept secret that the Mandjet was owned and operated by the Duats. Presumably for nefarious purposes; fill in the specific blanks yourself. Criminals can use big boats for a lot of purposes. If you put a gun to my head, I'd guess smuggling drugs, but hey, that's just where my head goes. The fact is, it is, in truth, owned by the Duats, and used to do a lot of seafaring. Used to? Yeah, this is the past I'm talking about. Nowadays, mostly stays on Panthean shores. Don't know why they stopped doing things with it, but they did so now, it's parked at some off-the-path Panthean pier. ...Wait, parked? Do you call a boat 'parked'? That doesn't seem right. Harbored? Anchored? Eh, gently caress it; doesn't matter. Yeah, you're only a journalist. Who cares about words? Watch it. Anyways, yeah, the ship doesn't do much nowadays. Technically, it's private property, though I hear a lot of stupid teens like to try and break in and run around on it. Really? Yeah, I think it's a stupid dare sort of thing. You know, with the haunting rumors and whatnot test of courage! Woah, woah, you just passed by the phrase 'haunting rumors' pretty quickly. Yeah, well, that's about the time 'haunting rumors' deserve. Or what, do you believe in ghosts, Eris? Fancy yourself as awfully spiritual? Pshh, of course not. But I'm interested in rumors; they often have a hint of truth. Hard disagree. People just straight up make poo poo up all the time. But if you're interested, there are rumors about the ship being haunted. People hearing wailing spirits, people who snuck aboard seeing ghosts, poo poo like that, probably stems from the reputation of the ship's Duat history. Huh. Say, would you happen to have the address of the pier the ship's stayed at? Uh, I mean, not by memory. Probably on my phone though. Why, do you plan on going on a ghost hunting trip? Me? God no, seems totally unpleasant. Still, I'd like the info. You could probably look it up yourself... but, eh, I'll do it. Give me a second.Kane took out a sheet of paper from his pocket. He also took his phone. After a bit, he began writing. Then he handed me a crumpled up note. Thank you.Then, I got up from my seat. Well, that's probably enough. I'm very grateful that you took the time out of your day to meet with me. No problem. This was fun, really. We should do it again some time. You know what, I might just do that.[BGM: Silence]  I began to walk away, but before I could leave, Kane spoke up. Hey, wait a second. Since you asked a question first, and you asked a question last, you ended up getting one more question in than me. Huh. I guess you're right. Doesn't that seem a little unfair? It does.With that settled, I continued to walk away. I had gotten what I wanted. ...  Well, well, well. I think we can officially call it: Eris has truly entered the real world. True, the anonymity and safety provided by the internet was nice, for a time. But now, the flesh space holds the secrets she desires. It is a sad but true realization to come to, understanding that we must interact with the meat zone to get what we desire. I sympathize, I really do. You want to know what the greatest power you have online is? Anonymity. ...No, not just anonymity. So easily do you hide your True Name. People don't believe in the power of the True Name, but it matters. In Egyptian mythology, the god Isis learned the true name of Ra through a devious trick. Because of that, Isis was able to gain complete power over Ra, which she used to put her son, Horus, on the throne. Plenty of religions believe in the power of the True Name of God. A power man shouldn't use casually. It's the Law of Names, through and through. Knowledge of one's true name allows you to control them magically. To perform a sorcerer's spell on someone, you must know their True Name. To defeat Rumpelstiltskin, you need to name him. To defeat Nix, you need to name it. There are practical uses, too. Be it royal cryptographs or cutting edge computer firewalls, if you know the True Name, security crumples. There's a clear distinction. If you know someone's True Name, you have power over them, and if you don't, they have power over you. Case in point: I know your True Name, but you don't know mine. Who do you suppose has the power? Wait, isn't your name Ez? Heh heh heh... ...Next time, we're back to Mercury.
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So um, why was the milk, which Kane had an opportunity to drug, kinda tangy?
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Because it was a shithole diner with bad food and facilities. She's snobbing the place for being a dump.
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 [BGM: Furiten]  There was something thoroughly unnerving about the scene I found myself in. It was pitch black. I had it on faith that the way we came from wouldn't permanently lock behind us, trapping us who knows where. The stairs beneath my feet were uncomfortably stone. I didn't know who to be more intimidated by - the assassin who had likely made his way to the surrounding house at this point, or the crazy owner of this mansion who built a secret underground tunnel. And this tunnel, my God this tunnel. Really, it felt like nothing was off limits as to what I might discover here. Maybe it was an underground pathway to another house. Maybe below was some sort of secret cloning laboratory, experimenting with high level technology ordinary people aren't supposed to know about. Maybe we were going to find an underground dungeon, filled with cages holding those who have dared to question the great Odin Deisma. ...Or maybe I was just going to stumble across a particularly well stocked wine cellar. All were very real possibilities. And all I could do was walk further and further down in complete darkness. This was, frankly, a sanity testing experience... but I had come this far. Life up until this point had been plenty sanity-testing. Was this really that different? Before I could ponder things further, I heard a stumbling in front of me.  You okay? Yeah, yeah, just kind of lost my footing for a second. Careful, the stairs end up ahead. Oh, thanks. With Lara's warning, I was able to take the following steps with an important caution. Sure enough, I felt the absence of another step down. We must have gotten to the main floor of whatever was down here. God drat is it dark. You're just putting that together now? Well, I mean, I guess I thought it'd get brighter when we were down here or something. Maybe there's a light switch. There's gotta be, right? Probably. Look, I'll pat alongside the left wall, you do the same to the right. We'll see what we find. Hopefully a light switch, maybe something else. All right, that sounds reasonable.And with a seemingly reasonable plan in place, I began blindly feeling alongside the left wall. This, too, was stone. Being honest, I was a little bit worried about this approach; common sense dictated that there'd be a light switch somewhere near the stairs... but common sense did little to contain Odin's architectural ambitions. This very area was proof enough of that. All of a sudden, I could see the wall I was patting against. Behind me, some dim lights had been turned on. I turned around, and sure enough, I could finally see the chamber we were in. And... yup. This feels about right.  Illuminated by a few hanging lights, Lara and I stood in a veritable underground war room. You could be forgiven if you mistook this place for an armory all around the room, ancient armors and delicate instruments of war were proudly displayed on wooden plaques and displays. It really ran the gambit in terms of time periods and places: a Mesopotamian sword and shield... a revolutionary-era set of pistols... the armor of a shogunate... a bow and quiver from... well, I wasn't cultured enough to place it. Robes, hammers, guns, ropes, helmets, all sort of memorabilia were proudly displayed. I guess Odin was just a real history buff. That fit. Wow. I mean... wow. You're telling me. This is a collection that would put some low rate museums to shame. And all this culture is just, what, rotting away in privacy? For Odin's eyes only? Pretty much. Tch. This is the poo poo I'm talking about. This is why we should be targeting Olympo. I thought you were an Odin fan. The hell? I never said anything like that. And besides, it's not like my beef's against Odin specifically; most of the houses littered about this forest are like this. There's a whole class of people who have too much for their own good a class of people that I wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt robbing blind. Yeah, well, good luck with that. As for me, I'm not really interested in all this historical stuff. I mean, it's fascinating, probably, but that's kind of the least interesting thing here to me. As I said, the weapons, while eye-catching, weren't what was important about this underground chamber. That was just decoration. No, the thing that caught my eye was the oval table in the center of the room, with chairs all around it. At one side of the table, I noticed a not-quite-finished glass of wine. This place... I'm guessing this is Odin's real office. Yeah, I'm thinking you're right. I mean, look at all these chairs. I bet he has meetings here! With, like, a secret cabal of elites! Wild...
I looked around the room carefully. ...No, I don't think so. Huh? I don't think people regularly meet here. I mean, this place is certainly built like it could accommodate others... but something tells me that that's more of a formality than anything else. Tch. How could you possibly say that? Well for one, I don't think many other than Odin would tolerate meeting in a creepy secret underground passage with a complicated method of entering. That's not proof of anything. People would do a lot of poo poo to accommodate Odin. All right, well, look at the chairs. That one right there, it's kicked out, all the others are pushed into the table. Not only that, look at the chair legs. There's a shitload of dust all over most of them and the table, too, that also suggests there aren't a lot of visitors. See, that side of the table has some discolorations. I bet it's from a bunch of wine stains. Rest of the table? Pretty uniform looking, wouldn't you say?Instead of responding, Lara just looked at me. For not the first time, suspicion clouded her eyes. ...Who are you? Huh? First solving that puzzle, now this? Aren't you a little too clever? What can I say? I'm just perceptive. Probably why I was able to get this far in my investigation. Tch. I'll say. Ever think about becoming a detective full time? Me? A detective? Uh, cute thought, but I can't really see it. Well, I could.Full time detective, huh? Heh. It was a nice thought.  Well, if I'm a detective, I'm going to start snooping around. Forgive me, but given the lengths gone to hide this place, there's gotta be some juicy secrets around here... and my curiosity has yet to be sated. Go for it. We got time to kill. And I'm also pretty interested in what old Odin's been hiding in a place like this.With a go ahead from Lara, I decided to start investigating proper. There was one place to start; I walked over to the table where Odin seemingly normally sat. As I got closer, I saw more clearly that the table had a number of cabinets. I pulled out the one directly by Odin's chair... inside, I found a laptop. Huh.I took out the laptop and put it on the table, then opened it up. What's that? Odin's personal laptop, if I had to guess. I wonder, what's being kept on this? Awful lot of secrets, I'd imagine.I started clicking on random keys, and the screen lit up. drat. What? Password protected. Oh. Obviously, of course there'd be a password on the laptop.Password, password... what would Odin put as a password?  Some part of me thought that Odin was the type to try and get clever with his password. To make it something that could actually be guessed. But unfortunately, I was just drawing a blank. I had too many ideas towards what could be the password, which functionally meant I had no ideas at all. I sighed and closed the computer. Woah, you're just giving up like that? Uh, yeah. Can't you... I don't know, like, hack your way in or something? 'Hack my way in'? Seriously? It's a thing! It is, it is. I mean, it might be possible, but I'd need another computer and a connection. Just hacking a random computer never seen before from the password screen? Yeah, no, that's just not possible. drat. It's fine. Something else caught my eye in that cabinet.Indeed something else had. Below the laptop, there was also a big folder stuffed with pages. I was going to look at that after I had scraped the computer... but, well, I couldn't get into the computer. So, time for this. I placed the folder on top of the table. And then, before I opened it, I paused. [BGM: Ones Are Wild]  ... What are you waiting for? ...This is a crime, isn't it? I mean, obviously? But also, is that really stopping you now? Dude, little late for that. You broke into a mansion in the middle of night! Under duress! Legally speaking, it's pretty much fine. ...Or at least, the case against me would be weak as paper. If you say so. Looking at this though, that's just an invasion of privacy. Is that really going to stop you? I mean... no. No, it's not.Token objections made, I began. Eagerly, I opened the folder and began leafing my way through the various files and documents. I was really excited to see what I could find. ...Which was why initially, I was disappointed. What do you see? So far? Nothing special. This is just a bunch of Olympo corporate documents. Financial records, future plans, et cetera. It's... well, it's all pretty boring. Ah, that sucks.It did. I mean, I'm sure to certain people there were interesting things buried in all of this seemingly useless information. To a layman like me, I could at least tell that Olympo seemed to be doing well not that I needed these documents to confirm that. There was a lot of information, and some of it was probably important in some way... but I couldn't parse it. And I was in a slight rush. It all looked Greek to me. I kept flipping through page after page. Was it all just this? Those feelings of disappointment were soon dissipated, though. What the... Find something interesting? You could say that. Right here... This looks like a report on Odin's own son. Huh? 'Subject: Polly Deisma'. A picture's attached... and look, there's this whole list of traits. Places where Polly likes to spend time... things Polly has done in the past. ...Are some of these true? Ugh, okay, well, moving on. Polly's 'notable' personality traits. His assets. His connections. All of this... it's described in painstaking detail. That's creepy as hell. I mean, spying on your son like that? I can't say I'm surprised.At the bottom of the document, I spotted the most surprising thing of all.  'Threat Level: 2.6'? ...Threat level? That's what I'm confused about. ...There's an explanation with it. 'Impulsive, emotional, resentful, and with the talents and resources to actually disrupt things if provoked. Potential ticking time bomb. However, ultimately, aligned with interests. Could cause minor damage, unlikely to seriously upset things.' ...Lara didn't know how to respond. I felt similarly. That cold analysis... its implications were troubling, to say the least. But if Lara was struck by that page, she would likely be floored by what I found on the next page. Woah. What? There's a file on you in here. The gently caress? Show me!Instantly, Lara came over to get a better look. I just showed her what I was looking at: a similar file to Polly's had been collected on Lara. Notably, the file included Lara's connection to the Shikome. And at the bottom...  'Threat level: 3.4'? 'Lara's sharp, personable, and has long-term goals. Her philosophy is somewhat troubling, and a close eye should be kept on her. However, end of the day, unlikely to affect real change.' Unlikely to affect real change? Unlikely my rear end!Irritated, Lara stormed off. I couldn't say I blamed her... but I wasn't content to stop here. I looked through a few more files, all looking fairly similar, until I came across one that stuck out to me. Huh. Here's one on Bach. Bach? You mean, the guy who's running against Aija? Yup. Apparently, he's... hm. The last threat level was erased. The one here shows '0.6'. drat. Poor Bach. I'll say.'Situation handled. A non-player, non-factor. Only reason threat level is slightly raised is because of interactions with one 'Lock' (Need to learn more). Still, unlikely to change things.' Situation handled? Hey, I have to ask. Did anybody have a higher threat level than me? If it makes you feel any better, no, nobody did. drat.  So, in Odin's mind, 3.4's the highest a threat can get? Well, we don't know the scale. Maybe it's out of 5? In that case, 3.4's nothing to sneeze at. It's probably out of 10.Probably. I continued to flip through the folder... and beyond the 'threat level files,' there were more interesting pages. Huh. ...Huh. What? Find a particularly threatening individual? No, no, I'm past those files. At the back of this folder, there's these photos of police reports... and like, not public information stuff, these are internal investigative notes. Woah. ...Wait, photos? Yeah, not the reports themselves, they're very clearly photos of the reports. Man, what the gently caress is up with Odin? How is he getting his hands on this stuff?That was sort of interesting to me. But not the most interesting fact. No, what I was interested in were the specific cases Odin had photos of.  There were a few photos of the fairly lengthy internal report on the double murder that occurred at Governor Aija's fundraising gala. There were some of a robbery incident, one that occurred at Olympo HQ. ...Oh, it was about the stolen laptop, and the information inside. It made sense for Odin to have that file. But what really struck me was the last file. It was only a single photo, because the internal report on the case was pretty slim: it was a report from Governor Aija of harassment and vandalism that took place at her house in the forest. Why would Odin have a photo of the report on that case? That was a pretty petty one. Yo, Mercury.My thinking was interrupted by Lara. In the meantime, as I looked through this folder, she had been wandering around the room, looking at the various displays... and now she stood at the far side of the room. Yeah? Maybe... want to take a look at this? I mean, maybe it's nothing, but it just... this display feels different. Let me look.I trusted Lara's instincts on this one. I stood up from the chair and walked over to the other side of the room. Indeed, this display differed from the others; for one, there was no weaponry to be seen. No armor, not even a relic just a single piece of paper and a photo. I decided to start with the sheet of paper: it appeared to be a poem, written by Odin himself. The writing was in a black ink, likely penned freehand. I decided to give the poem a read. [BGM: Ura Dora]  'Trimurti' Creation. Preservation. Destruction. The natural cycle of all things in life. Creation. Preservation. Destruction. All good things come in threes. The heart, the brain, and the body. Faith, hope, charity. Father, mother, child. Creation. Preservation. Destruction. The three basic desires of humanity. Having kids creates life. Eating meals preserves life. And murdering others destroys it. Creation. Preservation. Destruction. What if these principles were applied intelligently? If good things could be preserved? If better things could be created? If worse things could be destroyed? What would the world be like? Creation. Preservation. Destruction. People in poverty curse the Gods, but this is foolish. Without our creators, what would be left? Preservation. Destruction. And without our guardians, what would be left? Destruction. And after that, what will be left? ...The poem ended there. Hm. I had a feeling that Odin wasn't going to be winning any Pulitzers anytime soon. ...And I think he just blatantly ripped School House Rock at one point in there. But I couldn't help but feel like this wasn't written haphazardly. For Odin to hang this poem here, amidst all these things... well, he must feel strongly about what he's written. But the poem was just the appetizer.  The real meat was the picture that was hung above it. Hey, wait. Hold on a second...It was a simple old photograph. Three men were standing together, grinning, having fun. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about a photo like this... but something caught my eye. The guy on the left here... that's Odin, right? I mean, he's a lot younger, but that's definitely him! I can tell! That's not all. You see the young guy on the right? That's Marduk, my boss.I almost did a double take. Excuse me, the gently caress? Look, I'm sure. I've had enough time face-to-face with Marduk to tell; that's definitely him when he was younger. Seriously? I had no loving idea Odin and Marduk knew each other! What's that about? gently caress if I know! I've never heard Marduk talking with Odin or anything. This is news to me too! The head of Olympo and the head of the Duats, standing together, smiling like this... that's huge. But wait! If the guy on the left is Odin, and the guy on the right is Marduk... ...Who's the guy in the center?Lara and I exchanged a look. Neither of us had an answer. Maybe it's just a common friend?I shook my head. Normally, I'd be inclined to agree Occam's Razor and all. But this photograph was hung right above Odin's poem, and when you put it under that lens, well, I mean, the pieces start to fit together. Forming what, I don't loving know, but something. Something concrete.I began thinking. I thought a lot. I tried connecting all manner of pieces of information I had stored. This picture... something told me that if I really wanted to learn the truth, not just about whatever happened with Jacy, but about this whole drat city, this picture would be the path towards that. But still, the pieces weren't quite lining up. ...Ugh, I must be tired from all the running around and hiding and whatnot. Argh, I know I recognize the person in the middle. That face is familiar. Really? I'm drawing a complete blank. ...Then again, these people are all so much older nowadays. I mean, take a look at Odin. He was, like, handsome.[BGM: Silence]   And how exactly is that different from nowadays?
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 Aah![BGM: Danrasu]  I felt myself jump nearly half a foot off the ground. Lara also looked visibly shocked, though she held it a bit better. I turned around, and sure enough, Odin was making his way down the stairs. loving Odin and his silent feet... I couldn't process what this actually meant for us, I was too off guard Lara, however, realized that being caught down here with no explanation wasn't exactly a good look for us. Oh, Odin! You ended up here too? So weird. I mean, I don't know how we ended up here, so Oh, don't pussy foot around it. You broke into my domicile. You went into my sanctum. You solved my riddle. ...And now you stand in my War Room.Lara and I just exchanged a look. Denying anything at this point just felt fruitless. ...Pretty much.Odin just nodded.  Nicely done. Most acceptable. So, wait, how did you know we were down here?" Pah! By asking that very question, you insult me and my capabilities! It's not as though you cleaned up after yourselves well; one look at the room upstairs, and I knew it was obvious I had visitors. ...Why were you in that room? Well, it wasn't the first I checked. But knowing someone had broken in, I couldn't help but check if my sanctum had been invaded. Oookay, but then, how did you know somebody broke in? I thought we got around the alarm! ...Did we not? Oh, you evaded those defenses quite handily, though I wouldn't boast that as any grand accomplishment. Then again, how did you know somebody broke in? Why, the sound of shattering glass tipped me off. The sound of ...You were up? This time of night? It is hard to say. I have gotten in the practice of maintaining an equilibrium between consciousness and slumber. A technique nursed over many years, it is the ultimate expression of the mantra 'sleep with one eye open.' Nowadays, I don't think I am ever truly asleep.Lara and I just exchanged a silent look. I don't think either of us truly knew how to respond to this. At this point, Odin had made his way down the stairs, now rounding the table towards us. As he got closer, I thought I saw something that resembled recognition flash across his face. Ah, I thought as much; though, with the dreary lighting, and my waning eyesight, I wasn't yet sure. Lovely Lara I thought that voice of yours sounded familiar. Lara looked back at Odin nervously. Odin. Good to see you again. Kehehehe... Is that right? I sense hesitation in your voice? ... Then again, you've found yourself in a situation that has forced you to break into my house and seclude yourself in a damp basement like this one. Perhaps I am sensing a misattribution of emotions. Sure? Regardless, I, for one, am most pleased to see you in my halls once more. I said that eventually, given time, you'd be back and look at you now. I'm back. You really are psychic. No, not hardly. Just correct. And you... Odin turned his gaze towards me. Oh. It's you. M-me? Do you know me? Do I not? Uh, no.Odin stopped in his tracks for a second. He looked me over, eyes squinted. Then a slight smile crossed his face. Ah. I see. Apologies; you see, the way you carried yourself, it reminded me of somebody else. Looking closer, however, I see that I've yet to meet the person that stands before me. Uh, well, my name's Mercury. I know this isn't the best of situations for a meeting, but it really is an honor to meet you, sir. Likewise, Mercury....Creepy.   I don't suppose I'm owed an explanation as to why you two are snooping around in my War Room? Impressed as I may be that you found this place, that does not change the fact that you are most certainly invading my property. Odin...Lara looked over to me. I shrugged; Lara could take the lead from here. To not bore you with too many details, the point is, the two of us are currently being chased by a very dangerous man. We found ourselves in the forest with a bit of a lead, and, well, I thought of your place. ...Sorry.Odin considered this explanation for a moment. That explains your presence in this house not this room. Well, we were looking for some place to hide. I suggested the room upstairs. And then Mercury here noticed the puzzle, solved it, this thing opened... and, you know, we got curious. So, you had no intention of finding this room when coming here? And yet, you unearthed it? Um, yeah?All of a sudden, Odin broke out into a fit of laughter. He began clapping uncontrollably. It was quite... uncomfortable. Good show! Truly remarkable. To see through my intent in so effortless a manner, it speaks quite positively to your character. I don't think it was that impressive. Oh? You know, this little bunker of mine, it was a recent installation to my residence. A bit of a personal luxury. It was only added after my sons all left the house. But still, making a puzzle without anybody to solve it is a rather sad prospect, I'd say. So then, I've made sure to allow plenty of opportunities for those of worth to try and see through my plaque and yet, almost nobody other than myself has ever set foot in these halls. And tonight, you two have made it here. That is no small deal....Almost? Well, thanks Odin. I think the whole statue puzzle is, uh, pretty cool.I was sick of moving around the truth. I wanted answers. ...No, I was owed answers. Who's this? Mercury! I'm sorry Lara, I've danced around the issues for long enough. An individual of action! I like it. Odin, you're smart. You see your laptop on the table, the file. We've been snooping. Because we... no, because I want the truth. My search for the truth is the reason I was chased here in the first place. Frankly speaking, there's a lot I could ask you... but I understand you. You're not just going to tell us everything we want to know. Like those 'threat reports' in that folder, I could ask what the deal with those are, but I'm not going to. I don't care about that. What I care about is that picture, and specifically who the man in the center is... and I want you to answer that.A brief moment of silence passed. A moment where I feared that I had pushed too far. But then, Odin nodded.  It's not an identity I can reveal lightly. Then again.. you did outwit my security system. Solved my riddle, invaded my War Room. Instantly, you circled in on the most powerful information to ask for. And you asked for it with force. A most impressive display. An impressive display indeed.Odin nodded to himself a few more times. Very well. Considering your deeds, I think you are owed this story.Neither Lara nor myself knew what to say. We just stayed quiet and nodded. I couldn't speak for Lara, but personally, I was extremely excited to hear what this 'story' Odin was going off about entailed. So then... Like most matters of great importance, this is a tale of ancient history. Why is ancient history so important? Simple. Time amplifies all. Small events from long ago are like a snowball. As they roll down the hill of time, they grow in power, in size. A rule that has lasted a year is an idea. A rule that has lasted a decade is a tradition. So you see, if you're looking for power, you must look backwards. This story starts with a young entrepreneur, looking to bring the family business to new heights yes, I am speaking of myself. Back in the day, Olympo was not the titan it is now. In fact, the legs upon which it stood were spindly and weak; a single well-aimed blow would topple the whole enterprise. Why, were it not for my skilled command, Olympo likely would have fallen decades ago. However, I was blessed by the gods with an unstoppable instinct. This blessing flows in my blood; I've even passed it down to my sons, though to diminished effect.  It was this blessing that helped turn the tides of the market away from the floundering Olympo. Ingenuity alone was keeping us afloat. But in this world, ingenuity is not enough. Enough to survive, maybe. But not enough to grow. Not enough to rise. And above all else, I wished to rise.Odin sighed. I am humble. I am aware that on my own, I likely never would have made it to my position today... but the gods blessed me not only with instincts, but with luck. And in those early days, I was approached by an incredibly charismatic man. Looks, intelligence, a silver tongue, truly he had it all. This man, at the time, was merely an author. He had written a few books on political philosophy, books of decent acclaim. But at the time, from an outsider's view, there was nothing remarkable about the man. You had to know him personally to see his potential. There are not many in this world I view as my equal, fewer still I view as above me. But that man, Zahhak Ubir... he was greater than us all.[BGM: The Bomb]  I felt a jolt go up my spine. Zahhak! gently caress, I know him, he was that old Governor! A lot of his policy still shapes Panthea. ...He was pretty well respected, before he got ousted for the whole 'corruption' thing. Spoilers, Lara, spoilers. Let the story progress in its own pace. Ah, well. I suppose there's a place for a little dramatic irony. Perhaps knowing the eventual end makes things more compelling? Leaving a mystery, wondering how things came to this? I think I can guess. Ah, a bright young one like yourself might. See, Zahhak approaching me, befriending me, he wasn't doing so haphazardly. Just like I could see the natural talent in him, so too could he see the worth inherent in me. From a mere outsider's glance, he could tell that with the right circumstances, I could lead Olympo to greatness. That I was precisely the man he needed. And so, one night, he invited me out to a private meeting. One out by the Panthean seas. Naturally, I agreed, and when I came, I found that I was not the only one he invited that night: he had also brought a bright young man by the name of Marduk. What I was in the business world, Marduk was in the criminal not yet given the respect he was due... but hungry. Now, I must confess, I didn't react to Marduk's presence perfectly in the beginning. But soon enough, I got my priorities in order, and listened to what Zahhak had to say. ...And what he said that night would change the course of all three of our lives.Odin stopped for a moment, closing his eyes, smiling. He gently swayed in place, clearly losing himself in the memory. The pitch black night sky, illuminated only by the stars and the waning moon... I can picture it to this day.I was getting impatient. What did Zahhak say? I'm getting to it. See, Zahhak was an opportunist. A dreamer. He pointed out that there were, broadly speaking, three pillars of power that dominated every city in this country, three worlds in which most change originated. The political sphere. The business world. And the criminal underworld. When you got down to it, those were the three spheres of influence that all meaningful change sprung from. And he noted that if someone was to control all three, their power would be, in essence complete. That's... Oh, I can already see it in your eyes, Lara. You misunderstand Zahhak's sentiment. This was not some callow attempt at self-benefit; no, he was far more ambitious than that. Any well-bred idiot can be rich. What Zahhak desired was the creation of a paradise. Cynics may deride it as impossible, but the scholar of political philosophy that he was, Zahhak believed that, if given the resources that he needed, he could make a perfect society. A meritocratic ideal that balanced human equality and autonomy in equal parts. He thought such a city was possible. All he needed was the power to create it. Quite a self-centered view. All views are self-centered, Mercury. Your eyes can only look from your own head. Zahhak saw the big picture. His plan was simple: the three of us form an alliance. We would use each other to become the heads of our respective industries. And then, from the top, we would rule. Zahhak would pass and change the laws to maintain the ideal society. My company would create technological innovations to improve every aspect of life. And Marduk's gang would handle anyone who dared get in our way. That's... I was lost for words, for several reasons. Quite clever, don't you think? I guess. I thought so too, and so did Marduk and so, we set the plan into motion. Honestly, I thought it would take a lifetime to achieve... and sure, our rise wasn't instant. But we were three men of talent. And most importantly, we each had two other men of talent at our disposal. To start, Marduk and I had to rise in the ranks. Marduk's people targeted my business rivals. My company supplied jobs and locations for Marduk's people and operations. And Zahhak was quick to chip in with bright ideas. He was never without one. Soon enough, both Olympo and the Duats stood strong... and it was time for the next phase. Zahhak had been preparing for some time, but finally, he had what was necessary to make the bid for Governor. With his own charisma, he probably already stood a decent chance... but with Marduk and myself backing him, his success was ensured. We acted as his serpents, striking out at any potential threat. Olympo's funds were secretly used to crush opponents under monetary weight. And the Duats handled all matters that needed to be settled under the fog of darkness. The election was not a fight, it was a certainty. It was a crowning ceremony, a ceremony that put Zahhak in his rightful place as the leader of Panthea. Wow.Wow is right. A true villainous rise to power, told with dripping nostalgia. From there, Zahhak began to rule justly. His ideas were put into effect, and yielded quick results. There's a reason so much of the current framework is based upon Zahhak's doings. Legitimately, he was extremely popular back in the day. Unprecedented approval rates. Keep in mind, this was just during the start of his reform to make a true utopia, massive reforms would need to be made. But even the small steps he made were already creating waves. All the while, Zahhak was good to his word, good to his friends. To make sure we would always have his back, he made sure he had ours. His legislation created tax loopholes and labor technicalities that kept Olympo's profits tidy. His policies pushed people into the Duats' open arms. All was going well. And then...Once again, Odin sighed. He shook his head with a forlorn look. So close. It was so close to perfection. Had things been slightly different, well, Panthea would be a much better place. Unfortunately, ideals are fragile. Houses of cards, easily toppled. What did Zahhak in was being too good of a Governor. He wished to perform each of his duties with unparalleled efficiency. That included appointing the most fitting possible person as the Chief of Police: that damned Judas, Chief Apis. I'll give Apis this, he was good at his job. Too good. Perhaps, in retrospect, the flaws in appointing an incredibly competent detective as Chief of Police while doing illegal things yourself are a bit more apparent. You think? Perhaps Zahhak expected that Apis would also see the vision, that he would see the grander picture. But... Chief Apis may be talented, but he was also stubborn and short-sighted. As soon as he uncovered Zahhak's shady dealings, he publicized them and pressed charges... and like it or not, Zahhak had no real recourse. In the criminal world, your power is measured quite literally by your manpower. In the business world, your power is your money. But in the political world, your power is your image, and of the three, the last one is by far the most fragile. In a single bull-headed instance, Chief Apis undid all of Zahhak's machinations. Zahhak was thrown in jail, and found guilty at trial. Thinking of how many years a genius like him spent behind bars... it's a sickening thought. Definitely.Odin took a moment to stretch out his arms. Since Zahhak fell, nothing's been the same. I get on well enough with Marduk, but I followed Zahhak, not him. He was the one with the grand visions for Panthea; he was the one who would lead us further than we thought possible. With him in jail... well, to put it simply, I guess I just lost motivation. Marduk felt similarly, and besides, we had already reached domination in our respective fields. Our collaboration, to put it simply, was no longer necessary. And so, with the imprisonment of Zahhak, our pact dissolved. Marduk and I had an understanding to not directly challenge the other's power at any point, for the sake of old times and civility, but beyond that? We were on our own. Well, from there, there wasn't much to really handle. I've found once you reach a certain threshold of power, gaining more of it becomes significantly easier. For a genius like myself, it wasn't much of a challenge at all. I brought Olympo to new heights... and more importantly, I primed the next generation. I taught my sons how to rule. ...Tried to, at least. In truth, none of them really grasped the true extent of my lessons... but that's fine, I suppose. Perhaps it is unreasonable to expect others to reach my heights, even my progeny. Still, I did a fine enough job shaping them. Shaping them? That's a pretty cold way of phrasing it. It's a cold job. Parents who govern with 'love' take the easy route out. They are afforded with the luxury not to care about the outcome. ...You know what the problem with power is? If you gather enough of it, eventually, it will be wasted. You will pass away before you get to reap the full benefits of all that power. Being wasteful is a cardinal sin in my eyes. But there's one way to keep ahold of power, even beyond death. That is, to store it: to keep it in your legacy. If you pass your power off to your off-spring, to your successors, then your power doesn't waste away. It doesn't fade. It strengthens, over time. It lasts. It shapes the world long after you're gone. Not just your power - your will, your ideals, your knowledge, your looks. In some senses, a strong legacy is the greatest power you can reach for! So of course, I would take the matter of creating my legacy quite seriously. Okay, okay. I think I get it. You were just looking out for your sons.[BGM: Danrasu]  You get nothing. I was looking out for my legacy. Are your sons not your legacy? ... Pah. At any rate, you wanted your story, you got it. That was the tale of the glorious rise and fall of Zahhak. Nowadays, that young upstart Aija has tried to take the place of Zahhak. To give credit, she has more spunk than I expected from her. But that's all she has: spunk. She is moving in the direction that Zahhak set out, but unlike Zahhak, she moves ploddingly and slow, without refinement or direction. It is progress, but it is passionless. I can sense hesitation in her. Weakness. Ultimately, she cares more for her own skin than the domain she rules, and that's why she can not be a truly great ruler. So, you don't support Aija?Odin shrugged. She has her merits. She has her faults. I am now an old man; I can't be bothered with every passing distraction. If she wishes to play ruler, I won't stop it. Besides, if I understand correctly, my eldest son Art has created an arrangement with her not dissimilar to my arrangement with Zahhak. Again, a hollow recreation, lacking strength and unity, but it is something. So...Lara was still reeling from everything. So, what, the Duats are just a puppet organization? They were created to help some politician? Created? No, no Lara. The Duats were around far before Marduk's rise to power. Now, the Duats expanded to help some politician... that might be an accurate assessment of things. What the hell?! What the gently caress! What sort of bullshit is that? The Duats are supposed to help the people, not serve some loving elite class! Lara, Lara, you misunderstand the whole point of this story. The entire plan was built to help the people; why do you think Zahhak did any of this? To help himself! To line his own pockets, to play God! Don't say any part of that whole loving story was in service to anybody other than the three of you! So close minded. Well, I will say this on Marduk's behalf. The three of us shared some ideals, differed in others.  Personally, I couldn't care less how the dregs of society live. The talentless and meritless could all shrivel and die for I care. This world is meant to be enjoyed by the deserving. ... But Marduk? He always had this egalitarian streak, even as a young lad. There is no doubt in my mind, he agreed to Zahhak's plan for what it could offer the lowest class: his people. And since the plan's crumbled, he's only redoubled his efforts on that front. His plan for the Duats is to create an army, a kingdom for those with no other flag to claim as their own. I can't say I fully approve of that motivation. But, eh, to each their own. At least he has the stones to create that army with his own iron fists.
Okay then. What you described... It feels pretty 'high-level conspiracy,' I have to admit. A secret cabal of people controlling the whole city? Cabal? There were only three of us, you know. Yeah, that's worse. Ah, well, I'm simplifying things of course. Things are always more complicated than they seem. But it seems like your power is pretty limitless. Thank you. So Panthea do you just do whatever you want with it? Are you involved in just about everything? You give me far too much credit. As I said, I am an old man; life is passing me by. Once upon a time, perhaps I'd have the energy to dance from issue to issue around this city, pulling on each and every string... but that time has long since passed. Nowadays, I'm not even concerned with the specifics of how Olympo is operated. That right? And those files we found? Kehehehe... well, I'm still interested, you see. I don't intend to become a doddering uninformed mess at any point in my life. I'm just saying that my capacity, nay, my desire for meddling has dropped drastically as the years wear on my old body. Hm.If Odin were to be believed, then he was claiming to have little to do with any of the current events that were going on in Panthea. I was inclined to believe him too. ...But then, what? What was I to make of all of this? Was this secret pact, Zahhak and his serpents... was this all useless information? Unimportant? I couldn't believe that. Well, thank you Odin. For telling us all that. Like I said, you earned that much. Now then...Odin walked away, to a nearby display. [BGM: Silence]  Then, to my surprise, he took a katana off the wall and began to brandish it. Woah! What are you doing?Odin gave it a few practice swings. How long has it been since I used one of these? And yet, I remember the motions so clearly. Like a bike! Keheheh!Odin slammed the katana into the nearby table, denting its side. Odin! Why are you swinging that around? Are you... you're not planning on using that on us, right?Oh poo poo. That... wasn't a possibility I was thinking about. No, no, no. Think, Lara. I am an old man. Making our battle a contest of blows would be far too easy for you. Wait, our battle?! What are you talking about? Kehehehe.... You seriously didn't believe things would be so simple, did you? Solving the riddle of the Sphinx, that was your ticket into this War Room. Now, you must earn your ticket out of it! gently caress you Mercury that poem was dope. Nobody appreciates good art. It is a dying industry, it really is. I mean, on some level, I get it. Poetry is not something people are accustomed to appreciating. But even still, why not try to understand instead of criticizing from on high? It annoys me to no end. I fear we've gotten off course. But I mean, what is there to talk about? You ask me, this whole 'basement' reveal is pretty boring. Rusty weapons? A desk? Some poem? Uh, yawn. I'm sure it's more interesting if you were there, but I was theorizing some real sick poo poo. At the very least, we got to hear Odin loredump this city's backstory... but at this point, that much was sorta obvious, you know? I mean, money and crime and politics all colluding to hoard power? A story told. Sure, we got some details, but do they really even matter? That whole 'trimurti' shtick is long over. Mm, maybe I'm just cynical because I was expecting more. Like, a human experimentation lab or something. Oh! Speaking of! The bet! We had a bet about if there was somebody down there, I almost forgot. Well, Odin did come down, but notably he was not already down in the basement, so I think the outcome of the bet is pretty clear. You lose. Too bad, I was really rooting for you. It's a shame you were punished for choosing the more interesting answer. But I gotta respect the truth, and truth is, no body was there. Maybe bet less in the future? Something like... 5 chips? That less? Whatever. The gamble continues! It's time to see what our 'Thane' is up to, next update!
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ApplesandOranges posted:I always start on the fries before the burger. same, but only because the fries tend to get soggy if you don't eat em immediately 
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Well I'll give them this, they captured the essence of 'long-winded old man' pretty well in Odin.
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"Zahhak" comes from an evil figure in Persian myth, probably better known as "Ahzi Dahaka". "Apis" comes from Egyptian myth, the son of Hathor.
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IIRC, Zahhak is the mythological emperor who ends up with a snake growing out of each shoulder who have to be fed brains everyday. At least in some myths. Fitting for his role as Odin has described it.
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Wait the theme's name is Furiten? Aka a situation in Mahjong, where if you previously discarded a tile, which you could now use to win your hand, you lose the ability to call on tiles from other players to complete your hand? huh
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I loved Mercury just casually dunking on Odin about his sons, completely oblivious to how rare someone one upping Odin like that was.ApplesandOranges posted:I always start on the fries before the burger. It's the only proper technique. The burger retains its tastiness for a fair amount of time, but French fries are so much better fresh from the fryer compared to even a few minutes later. The woman is as batty as her sister.
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Tylana posted:IIRC, Zahhak is the mythological emperor who ends up with a snake growing out of each shoulder who have to be fed brains everyday. At least in some myths. Fitting for his role as Odin has described it. Oh shoot thank you for correcting me, 'preciate it.
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