George

George is an NPC on Penacony, located in Penacony Grand Theater.
==Profile==
(To be added.)
==Location==
==Voice Lines==
;(Version 1)
:: "Anything too perfect lacks true beauty. Real beauty is in the raw and untamed."
;(Version 2)
:: "Why don't they carve some flowers into their armor? A little wild touch wouldn't hurt."
==Dialogue==
;(First interaction)
:George: I'm starting to miss the fragrant brew I tasted yesterday — cool as a fresh stream, and that honeyed liquid was akin to molten gold or the color of the sun itself...
:George: This mundane job is too boring. How should I spend my time today... Eh?
:George: Oh look, such a lovely-looking customer in such a forsaken place... What can I do for you, darling?
: What are you doing here?
::George: To astutely utilize my work hours and organize my own work attitude... Or more bluntly, to find time to slack off at work and relieve my boredom, darling.
: Ew, who's your darling?
::George: Ooh, I didn't mean to offend. I apologize. It's just a force of habit. You can just take it as my way of a friendly greeting.
: The way you talk is a bit creepy...
::George: Haha... I apologize. I much prefer to revel in the beauty of poetry than architecture, and my speech may have been affected as well. Please forgive me.
:George: Now then, if you don't mind my asking: Do you perhaps have a motive for coming to this place...
:George: Don't worry, I do not mean to pry into your secrets. It's just that — if you're not too busy — I would ask that you lend me some of your time to bring you an item of pleasure...
:George: Look! This is a modified version of Aero-Chess I invented based off the Spheroid Races. The rules are easy to understand...
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:You finish a round, and when you raise your head, you are flabbergasted: Three system hours have passed.
:George: You are truly a worthy opponent. My day has been meaningfully spent thanks to you, darling.
:George: I would like to continue our intense clashes on the board, but alas, it is time for me to punch the clock.
:George: But do not despair — I will frequent the theater these days, till those unlovely "flaws" are fixed.
:George: If you wish to continue our battle, I will be waiting for you here tomorrow.
:George: Or perhaps... if you wish for more refreshingly fun times, I have more surprises in store for you.
;(Continue to dialogue options below)
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;(If George's Emotion is set to Calm)
:George: It's so nice to see you again, darling.
: Are you up for a chat?
::George: Of course you can, darling. I'd be more than willing to spend my precious off-hours with you.
:: Who are you?
:::George: Me...? I'm just a nobody in the Nightingale Family. An insignificant servant, an attendant bound to the every whim of The Family.
:::George: I was instructed to come here and clean up the vases that the masters and mistresses broke, and to fix the toys damaged by the young masters and misses.
:::George: Just look at this child's room, and this giant theater — it's been ruined. It's as if someone had an epic battle with an Aeon in here!
:: You sure it's all right to be so indolent with your work?
:::George: Thank you for your concern, darling, but all those old geezers care about are results, and not how they are met.
:::George: If they suddenly decided to show up on a whim to check in on my progress, that would be even more wonderful. I can't wait to palm this horrid job off to someone else...
:::George: Of course, that is if they could ever find someone more accomplished to handle this job.
:: That's all the questions I have
:::George: Leaving so soon, darling? What a pity, I was hoping to enjoy your mesmerizing voice a bit longer.
: I'll leave you to it.
::George: This chat was truly a sweet distraction. I do hope to see you again.
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;(If George's Emotion is set to Angry)
:George: But who knew that Dreamscapes would be such a disappointment...
;(Continue to dialogue options above)
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;(If George's Emotion is set to Happy)
:The man's gaze falls upon the void, his indifferent smile radiating a certain, almost divine joy.
;(Continue to dialogue options above)
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;(If George's Emotion is set to Sad)
:George: I rather think that this Dreamscape does not require any fixing...
;(Continue to dialogue options above)
===Clockwork===
: Activate Clockwork
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:::George: Your mere presence has bequeathed me a sliver of comfort from the tedium of this job.
:::George: Ever since my kindred friend — an avid compatriot of poetry like me — disappeared, I have not felt this way for a long time... Speaking of which, I haven't introduced that bosom friend of mine...
:::George: We were thick as thieves, meandering through the splendor of poetry and sculptures together. There was nothing we would not talk about, as if our spirits were in perfect synch, until...
:::George: I may not know the truth behind "Death," but one day, we will return to each other's sides.
:::George: But before that... How about another round of Aero-Chess? Or would you like to have a go at my newly-discovered Dreamjolt Cards?
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:::George: Vermin... They're anywhere and everywhere, within and without dreams — it is a rot that cannot be cleansed by deluges, a corruption that cannot be extinguished by rampant wildfire.
:::George: I have been invited to erect monuments in honor of tyrants and sculpt statues for sycophants — I have witnessed both the absurdity of the world and the insignificance of human lives. They have bestowed me with countless riches and infinite glory, and naturally, I am honor-bound to return the favor and respond to these hefty rewards...
:::George: I used pigeon blood rubies as carrion, suet jade as bones, forged demons in gold, and created wights in silver. Putrid obsidian as gangrene, flawed jade as poison... This court built with my own hands, I will name it the "Illusion of Judgment."
::: (Let him finish)
::::George: And what have I paid for with this? A meager price not worth mentioning: They labeled me a devil, exiled me, cursed me with vagrancy, and forced me to never return to my hometown.
::::George: But now, hope sparks in my heart. I believe the world must have dreams of freedom, an untainted sanctuary...
::::George: ...Dreams of freedom... Haha, how absurd!
::: Speak human please.
::::George: You... I meant that I yearn for a haven where I can freely create art, but it won't exist in the stars, nor does it in dreams!
::::George: These are all riffraff here — pardon me if I may say so, but so are you!
::;(Obtain )
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:::George: Darling, have you heard of Euphorion?
:::George: That is a sublime planet, a sanctum of freedom, a utopia of ideals...
:::George: The people there are erudite, beautiful, and brave. They are born elegant, and great in their inextinguishable ambition of grandeur.
:::George: Neither sorrow nor decadence exist there. Myriad stars gather there, where talents and their brethren congregate...
::: (Let him finish)
::::George: Alas... That planet is submerged in the boundless sea of Nihility — for an entire Amber Era, none have had the fortune of approaching this utopian harbor.
::::George: But hope persists in my heart... Perhaps one day, I will traverse that chaos, dive into that void, and find that eternal paradise...
::: Speak human please.
::::George: Heh-heh, what I meant was that I will one day find that place. Even if I am eternally trapped in that dark void, it is still better than being trapped in this blind, uncouth world.
::;(Obtain )
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:::George: I may have been instructed to fix up this place, but tiresome darkness fills my heart. Dreams are often mundane, and chaos is just so much more colorful.
:::George: The roses in the yard are so gorgeous, yet so timid, so delicate and helpless... We might as well teach the free to continue to be free, and the splintered to become more fractured.
::: (Let him finish)
::::George: Dreambuilders are like poets and heroes, turning Dreamscapes into weapons of combat with indomitable wills — not odes of sentimental joy, nor melancholic moans of obscurantism.
::::George: If the day would come when I would bid farewell to this world, do not offer fresh blooms before my casket, but a laurel crown, a chest of armor, and a sharp sword...
::: Speak human please.
::::George: *sigh* It appears that you are also not one touched by the enlightenment of art. I meant that work is so boring, and devoid of any romantic ambience!
::;(Obtain )
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