Episode: 1
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Location: Cabins of Mephistopheles
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Dante
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<This is...> |
Green lights blinding our eyes and loud alarms rupturing our eardrums. I've gotten used to it by now. |
Yi Sang
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Aough! |
Yi Sang
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Ah... I have been wrested from my refuge of sleep once again... |
Thanks to the alarm, the Sinners begin waking up one by one from their naps. |
Faust
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Walpurgis Night has descended once again. |
Even amidst that chaos, Faust remained as calm as ever. She walked up to the helm and shut off the alarm. |
Dante
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<Already...? I thought it was supposed to be a really rare occurrence.> |
Faust
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Yes, it is a rare occurrence. But its frequency is not something we can reliably predict. |
Rodion
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Oww... Guess going back to sleep's out of the question now. So there's a chance that it goes off next week, too? |
Faust
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The possibility is there, yes. Yet I don't believe that it would happen so soon; it takes some time for Mephistopheles' engine to resonate. |
Faust
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Ah... |
Faust, who was busily interfacing with the device while answering Rodya's question, came to a sudden stop. |
Dante
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<... What's up? Is there something wrong?> |
Faust
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... No, everything is under control. This is within the predictable range of variables for one such volatility. |
Faust
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I merely paused to contemplate how I should explain this to you and the rest of the Sinners, Dante. Considering that this will be a new environment for all of you, that is. |
New environment...? |
I looked at her curiously... but I did not voice my concerns. |
She was already walking toward the Backdoor. Faust was not going to answer my question anyway. |
Faust
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It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words. In this case... a first-hand experience. |
Dante
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<Yep, knew it...> |
Don Quixote
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Ooh! Thus, our humdrum daily lives are spruced up once again! |
Ishmael
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You know, it wasn't that long ago that you were scurrying all over the cabin and placing weird decorations everywhere. Don't tell me you're already tired of it...? |
Don Quixote
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Forsooth, I believe that we've had more than enough celebration for that occasion! |
Faust
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Dante, please lead the way. |
The bored Sinners seemed to find this new possibility of an adventure somewhat exciting. They slowly got up from their seats with enthusiasm. |
... We again made our way to the Backdoor. |
Location: Bus’s Backdoor
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Faust
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Dante, the door on which this volatility occurred is in the direction of the dungeons. |
Dante
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<Oh, so we gotta head toward my room...> |
Faust
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Yes. Please open the door. |
She did say something about the corridor changing depending on who opened the door... |
I walked across the corridor, trying to recall what Faust once told me. |
Ishmael
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Nice, we're not going into the restricted zone this time. |
Ishmael
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Unlike the other time we had to, while off-duty, jump to the rescue of some dumbasses who decided to saunter in there despite the repeated warnings... |
Heathcliff
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Agh... I won't do it again, all right? |
Outis
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You've gone against the warning twice already. You are far from the most trustworthy Sinner among us. |
Ishmael
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Heh, agreed. |
Heathcliff
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Haaaah... |
Don Quixote
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I have done it only once, in case thou weren't aware... |
Heathcliff
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Shut it, you! |
I'm starting to enjoy this raucousness among the Sinners. |
Hoping that this camaraderie would last for a long, long time, I turned the handle and opened the door. |
Hong Lu
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Oho...? |
Gregor
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That... door... |
Right, the door had transformed... |
... into an oddly familiar shape. |
Dante
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<This looks like one of those doors we saw back at one of the... Lobotomy Corp. branches. |
Meursault
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It is identical. |
Meursault
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It appears that different shapes are overlapping over the door, but all of them are of the same design. |
Faust
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Correct. The overlapping shapes are more clear evidence that Walpurgis Night has returned. |
Dante
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<... Opening now.> |
The door creaks open, and another corridor appears before us. |
Location: L Corp. Branch?
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Heathcliff
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So this is another Lobotomy Corp. branch, innit? |
The longer I look at it, the more familiar it becomes. This place definitely looks a lot like those Lobotomy Corp. branches we've been to. |
Heathcliff
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Oi, smartarse. If we could just pop open a door leading straight into one of 'em branches, why are we doing any of this tour bus business? Ain't we wasting time and effort out here? |
Faust
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... There are numerous inaccuracies in your statement that must be corrected. I will tackle them in reverse order of your presentation. |
Faust
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First. Walpurgis Night is an unpredictable event that not even I could predict. |
Outis
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To base our entire operation on such an unstable element would be a plan most foolish. |
Heathcliff
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Tsk... I suppose that's true. |
Rodion
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Heath, let's try to think a little before we speak, 'kay~? |
Heathcliff scowled at Rodya's remark, but soon grew dejected once he noticed that the other Sinners were nodding in agreement. |
Faust
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Hm. Well. I won't completely deny the possibility of pursuing that method. |
Faust
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However, I must clarify that this is not a real Lobotomy Corp. branch of the City. Merely a result of Walpurgis Night's mutation of the corridor. |
Faust
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Therefore, I can say with quite the certainty that this does not align with our current mission, which is to retrieve the Golden Boughs from the branches existing in our current reality. |
Heathcliff
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Right, right... Will you stop it with your lecture when I apologize for speaking without thinking? |
Faust
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As I have said previously, I won't completely deny the possibility of pursuing that method. Besides... |
Faust
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There are more inaccuracies to be addressed. |
Dante
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<... More?> |
I didn't think there was anything more for her to correct. But Faust clearly seemed to think that there was another critical error in Heathcliff's statement. |
And without even flinching, and wearing that serious expression, she looked into the distance. |
Faust
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This is not one of the Lobotomy Corp. branches. |
Faust muttered. |
Dante
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<Not... one of them? So this isn't a Lobotomy Corp. facility?> |
Faust
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This is not a branch. We are at a Lobotomy Corp. Headquarters of the past—its point in time and the branch of possibility uncertain. |
Ishmael
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...! |
Ishmael
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So this is... |
Sinclair
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The broken Wing...! |
Location: L Corp. HQ Control Team Hallway
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Faust
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Indeed. We find ourselves at a 'Control Team' hallway of the former L Corp. Headquarters. |
I can sense the rising apprehension among the Sinners. |
So this is where it happened. I don't remember it since it happened before my amnesia... but everyone in the City knows about that incident. |
The source of the blinding light that enveloped the City for days, which then sunk everyone into utter darkness for the next. |
Faust
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...... |
But Faust appears unaffected by the general air of anxiety of those around her. Instead, she continues to look off into the distance, away from the Sinners. |
Maybe it's because she doesn't care... or maybe what she already knows doesn't faze her. |
Dante
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<... Are you waiting for something, Faust?> |
Faust
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I am. There is more to this volatility than the volatility phenomena we have experienced in the past. |
Faust
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Soon, it will... |
Before Faust finished, the lights of the corridor suddenly switched colors. |
Faust
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It has begun. |
Don Quixote
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W-what treachery is this? Is this... is this what they call 'Site Burial'...?! |
Faust
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A different siren would play if an event of a magnitude requiring that level of response had occurred. |
Gregor
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T-then what the hell is this...? I'm really not liking the look of that red light...! |
Faust
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They're here. Ahead. |
I followed the tip of Faust's finger, which pointed toward the same direction she'd been looking at this entire time. |
Steam of unknown origin began to coalesce there... |
Gregor
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... Is that a machine...? |
... and a bizarre machine of sorts appeared there. |
Faust
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This is an Ordeal. Color: Green. Time: Dawn. |
Outis
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... All units! |
Gregor
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Don't need ya spell it out for us! That menacing pile of scrap's coming this way...! |
Everyone seemed to know that something like this was going to happen. They prepared for battle, warily eyeing the mysterious machine. |
Heathcliff
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That an Abnormality, too...? |
Dante
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<No, wait... It feels more like a... peccatulum?> |
I instinctively blurted out the immediate sense they gave off, and looked to Faust. She'll know what to say. |
Instead of giving me an answer, however, Faust brandished the Zweihander and stepped forward. |
Faust
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... We must first suppress the entities. Dante, prepare the Identity Cards. |