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2nd Treasure - [Action/Voice]
[Over a week ago, the Malnosso kidnapped one Patty Fleur from the enclosure for experimentation. On the morning of the sixth, one Patty Fleur is returned. However, it may be hard to tell who she is at first glance. She now looks like this, outfit included. The Malnosso dropped her off just north of the village, by the river, where she regains consciousness relatively soon. There's just a few more problems, on top of the obvious. The first being that her memories are in disarray. The Malnosso had a little fun with them and now everything's a great big mess. The second problem is that they drugged her pretty badly.]
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[When she awakens, she feels groggy and disoriented. She has no clue where she is, or even who she is. A soft groan escapes her and she rolls over onto her stomach so she can push herself into a crouching position. A wave of nausea overcomes her and- Oh, there's water nearby. Drinking some water would help. That river is clean enough, right? She moves closer on her hands and feet to peer down into it, then catches sight of her own reflection.
That's right... She's Aifread. Aifread, the Guild Leader of... Siren's Fang. See, she knew she could work her way through the groggyness. And she looks terrible. They must've been out on another drinking binge the previous night. Her crew could throw the craziest parties whenever she permitted them. She cups some water into her hands to take an idle sip, then glances around. The place doesn't seem familiar to her. One thing catches her attention, though: A neat journal that's lying on the ground nearby.
A journal... The strangest notion dawns on her, and she flips it open only to have her suspicions confirmed. It's a communication's device. That's right, couldn't she use this to broadcast messages to her companions? She's sure that's how it worked. There was something else about this journal- something important. Something to do with who gave it to her? Or the other people who have one? The more she tries to think about it, the greater her headache becomes.
She can worry about the details later, when her hangover's died down. Right now, she needs to find out where the rest of her crew passed out.]
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[Cue a deep woman's voice. She seems to be speaking with a bit of a slur.]
All right, you lowlifes. You've had your fun, but remember Guild rule number seven. There will be appropriate punishment, so go clean up your acts and prepare yourselves.
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sirensfang and there will probably be ToV PS3 spoilers in the comments!]]
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[When she awakens, she feels groggy and disoriented. She has no clue where she is, or even who she is. A soft groan escapes her and she rolls over onto her stomach so she can push herself into a crouching position. A wave of nausea overcomes her and- Oh, there's water nearby. Drinking some water would help. That river is clean enough, right? She moves closer on her hands and feet to peer down into it, then catches sight of her own reflection.
That's right... She's Aifread. Aifread, the Guild Leader of... Siren's Fang. See, she knew she could work her way through the groggyness. And she looks terrible. They must've been out on another drinking binge the previous night. Her crew could throw the craziest parties whenever she permitted them. She cups some water into her hands to take an idle sip, then glances around. The place doesn't seem familiar to her. One thing catches her attention, though: A neat journal that's lying on the ground nearby.
A journal... The strangest notion dawns on her, and she flips it open only to have her suspicions confirmed. It's a communication's device. That's right, couldn't she use this to broadcast messages to her companions? She's sure that's how it worked. There was something else about this journal- something important. Something to do with who gave it to her? Or the other people who have one? The more she tries to think about it, the greater her headache becomes.
She can worry about the details later, when her hangover's died down. Right now, she needs to find out where the rest of her crew passed out.]
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[Cue a deep woman's voice. She seems to be speaking with a bit of a slur.]
All right, you lowlifes. You've had your fun, but remember Guild rule number seven. There will be appropriate punishment, so go clean up your acts and prepare yourselves.
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... Oh, you're not... Who are you?
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No, no! Nothing to worry about. Things just got a little crazy last night, ya know. All I need is some good old-fashioned hangover remedy. What was it again... Grass, pepper, coffee and raw eggs...?
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Huh? Who are you talking to?
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My men, my men! The scurviest dogs one could lay eyes on, but I've grown attached to every single one of 'm.
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Oh, so you lead a Guild? What does it do?
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I mean... Aye. 'Tis a fine Guild. We take on all sorts of odd jobs.
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Punishment for what?
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For breaking the Guild rule, of course! Can't have rules if there's no punishment when they get broken.
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Ah, and what would that rule be?
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[This is a perfectly logical rule.]
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What guild are we talking about here?
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It's Siren's Fang, ya know. The one and only pirate guild.
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So even a pirate guild has rules to break. Then again, the Union would probably get a little annoyed with you if it didn't, huh ...
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The Union? Boy, this isn't about the Union! This is about guild principles. A guild doesn't have rules because there's a rule that you need 'm. If that were how it worked, guilds would be no better than the Empire, ya know.
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Ya sure you should be usin' the journal in yer state? Ya sound a little... drunk.
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[Because clearly that's what the memory loss, disorientation, nausea and dizzyness is. A hang over.]
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What's this guild stuff yer blabbin' about?
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[Voice] OH LOL I MEANT RAVEN how did i even
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[Voice] Well it's too late now xD
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Are you all right?
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Or is he a stranger? Doesn't she know him? There's the most unsettling feeling that she just can't seem to place...]
I ah... [She clears her throat loudly.] I'm fine.
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I need ask you something, who are you? [He's sure she can tell he had a look of some recognition of her, hence the question. Although he remembered her being just a little older in appearance...and she hadn't responded negatively upon seeing him. Was it Patty or Aifread? Or was he just mistaking himself?]
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She won't assume a hostile attitude just yet, instead keeping up an air of indifference.]
... Who wants to know?
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