Concerta Lombardi/Dialogue

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==XPD_AC_Dialogue_Concerta==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Now, that's the question of the hour, isn't it? And one that is difficult to answer. 	Darkly amused by the question. It's her ultimate goal after all.
 	 	 	The Family has certain..."traditions" that it adheres to. Ones forged in days of ignorance and chisels that prevent me from becoming don. 	Speaking metaphorically with poise and elegance. The "tradition" she is referring to is the patriarchal structure of the mafia.
 	 	 	However, everyone has an individual purpose, and to truly live is to align your actions with that purpose. 	Getting philosophical.
 	 	 	I learned at a young age what my purpose is, and it is most unfortunately juxtaposed with the... 	Speaking with candor and authority. Pauses on "the" as if looking for the right words to say to preserve diplomacy.
 	 	 	...traditions that have guided the Family for many, many generations. 	Implying that she is destined to lead the Family, but the fact she is a woman prevents her from doing so.
 	 	 	So, to answer your question: yes, but it will anger a lot of people. 	Intense, candid, elegant. She intends on becoming don no matter what it takes.
 	 	 	Certainly. There are many trade-offs in life that must be made, as I'm sure you know. 	Answering candidly with authority.
 	 	 	You open one door, and another door closes. Another path opens, causing the others to shrivel up and wither. 	Speaking philosophically with authority and candor.
 	 	 	Sometimes, you open a door, and every door closes in on you. And that's just death. 	Speaking very casually and bluntly about death, as if it's nothing.
 	 	 	It remains to be seen whether or not I will simply close a few doors with my choices, or all of them. 	Elegant, poised, refined, authoritative. Speaking of her ultimately impending death as if it's something she's accepted.
 	 	 	That's an interesting question. I was only about ten years old when we moved to America, so it's been quite some time. 	Genuine answer. Elegant, refined, poised.
 	 	 	It's foolish, in my opinion, to miss things such as people and places. So long as you keep a memory of such things, the event lives on forever. 	Speaking philosophically. Still elegant and refined.
 	 	 	Time is almost like an effect applied on each and every one of us. Every moment exists simultaneously. 	Getting very meta and philosophical, speaking with absolute authority.
 	 	 	But our awareness is singular and not ominpresent. We just move from one moment to another. 	Speaking with grace, authority, and confidence.
 	 	 	Oh, and what did you expect? I cannot see someone in my position as being anything but philosophical. 	A bit curious. Elegant, refined, authoritative. Doesn't understand the player's reticence.
 	 	 	To be a part of the "Family" and to live in this hellish world means confronting your mortality on the daily. 	Elegant, refined, authoritative.
 	 	 	Death is not something to be feared, but rather our greatest motivator to align to our purpose. 	Poised and philosophical. Wise. She truly believes what she is saying.
 	 	 	There's a beauty to the inevitability of our demise and the stark temporal nature of our reality. I enjoy being a part of it. 	Enchanted and amused by her own words.
 	 	 	Possibly. But you can't deny there's a certain beauty to the macabre, no? 	Opening up a bit. This topic fascinates her.
 	 	 	It may not be sunshine and roses, but there's something about the cold grey of a tombstone, and the blanket of night.. 	Elegant and whimsical. Enchanted by her own words.
 	 	 	It chills my heart in the most profound way. 	Enchanted by her own imagery. Haunting and cryptic.
 	 	 	Go ahead. 	Refined, authoritative. Giving player permission to speak.
 	 	 	Ah, don't let the disparaging locker room talk around here fool you. Our friends at the Boardwalk are very useful. 	Refined. Speaks with authority. Sees herself as above "locker room talk."
 	 	 	Their shows may be frivolous and...perilous, but they bring in a lot of tourists. Tourists who also spend money at the casinos. 	Pauses before "perilous." The Showmen have incredibly dangerous shows, and she's glossing over that a bit.
 	 	 	But, I must admit I am a bit biased. Mother Charlotte, the "matron" of the Showmen, is a dear friend of mine. 	Elegant tone. Speaks of Charlotte with fondness.
 	 	 	I have the utmost respect for her, and the empire that she's built. 	This is a genuine statement, but still said with authority. She really does respect Charlotte.
 	 	 	Oh, don't look so surprised. Yes, we're friends. But you must understand that two women in our respective positions must maintain certain boundaries.	Poised, elegant, refined, authoritative. A bit offended that the player thinks it's outlandish that her and Mother Charlotte could be friends.
 	 	 	We have businesses to run, plain and simple. If Charlotte feels a need to send some assassins after me over some financial squabble, so be it. 	Poised, elegant, refined, authoritative.
 	 	 	We'll still meet for tea on Saturday regardless. 	Poised, elegant, refined, authoritative. A bit comical that she'd meet for tea with someone who tried to have her killed.
 	 	 	They're all right, I suppose. Trying to fight the good fight and all that. It's very cute. 	Authoritative and refined. Wry humor.
 	 	 	But you know how governments are. They tend to stumble and fall more than our patrons do after a few drinks. 	Making another dry joke.
 	 	 	I respect Timothy Lane. He is a fighter, that's for sure. 	She does genuinely respect Timothy for his prowess. In her eyes, he is a worthy adversary.
 	 	 	I do like a challenge. 	Fire in her eyes. She likes to be challenged, and to win.
 	 	 	Such as? 	Poised, refined, authoritative.
 	 	 	Well, I'm guessing you missed both the sign on the wall and the glaring subtext. 	Poised, refined, elegant, authoritative. Sarcastic. Referring to the literal sign on the wall that has the name of the don.
 	 	 	My older brother Quentino is the don. His word is law around here, and you'd do well to adhere to it. 	Poised, refined, elegant, authoritative.
 	 	 	He's been godfather since long before the bombs. As you can imagine, he's quite old. 	Poised, refined, elegant, authoritative. Speaking bluntly about Quentino's age, as if she's hinting he doesn't have much time left.
 	 	 	But then again, so am I. 	Hinting that she too has grown old.
 	 	 	You're just full of questions, aren't you? We're business people, through and through. 	A bit sarcastic. Poised, refined, elegant, authoritative.
 	 	 	We run the casinos and keep the chems and alcohol coming in the Casino Quarter. And sometimes we deal with the riffraff. 	Poised, refined, elegant, authoritative.
 	 	 	You certainly have a funny way of stating the obvious. Yes and no. 	Poised, elegant. A bit sarcastic.
 	 	 	Our "business" was established by my brother, who is an Italian immigrant like myself. 	Poised, elegant, refined. Speaks with authority.
 	 	 	He gathered all of the locals from our neighborhood and the rest was history. For a long time, he liked to keep things "in the family" so to speak. 	Poised, elegant, refined. Speaks with authority. "in the family" means bringing on only other Italians.
 	 	 	However, after the war, it's quite hard to have an Italian-specific organization in a world where most people have been razed by the hand of god. 	Poised, elegant, refined. Speaks with authority.
 	 	 	So, he is more...open now, with recruitment. You don't necessarily have to be Italian to join the Family, although most of the capos are. 	Poised, refined, elegant. Speaks with authority.
 	 	 	That's mostly due to the fact they've been here from the old days. 	Poised, refined, elegant.
 	 	 	My...place? I'm not quite sure I understand the question. 	Feigning ignorance of the player's true meaning. She finds this question a bit offensive.
 	 	 	Quentino is my brother, and he is the don. As his sister, I help him deal with his...responsibilities. 	Poised and elegant. Pauses on "responsibilities" as if she is trying to find the right word to describe the dealings of a godfather.
 	 	 	Of course, my brother has been quite...ill lately. He's not well enough to make public appearances, so I tend to speak on his behalf. 	Still poised and elegant, but pauses before saying "ill." Quentino is actually dead, unbeknownst to everyone but her, and she's trying to hide it.
 	 	 	Will there be anything else? 	Authoritative, poised, elegant.
 	 	 	Oh, I do hope that "later" comes. It was a pleasure. 	Darkly charming and elegant.
 	 	 	Holding up...? I'm always "held up". But I'm doing quite fine, thank you. 	A bit confused by the player's question. She never falters in her strength.
 	 	 	Fabio has become a very valuable asset to me. I know his goals, ambitious...secrets. It's very exploitable. 	Enjoying the thrill of having control over Fabio.
 	 	 	He's akin to a small dog, yapping and barking to accrue strength where there is none. I just need to throw him a bone every once in a while. 	Speaking metaphorically with poise and grandeur.
 	 	 	*chuckles* Have you considered asking the Showmen for your own comedy act? 	Laughs in dark amusement. Making a joke to the player. The Showmen are the entertainers on the Boardwalk.
 	 	 	Life "post-Fabio" has been a bit more peaceful, sure. But he's not the only snake after my throat, as you can imagine. 	Speaking in her usual authoritative tone.
 	 	 	Still, I may have found myself in a body bag without your intervention. That is always something to be grateful for. 	Grateful for the player's intervention, but still poised and refined.
 	 	 	And I shall answer your questions about Atlantic City. 	Dry humor. Repeating the player's question in her answer.
 	 	 	*amused hmph* Now that's a new one. 	Darkly amused by the player's interest in her. Most people don't seek to understand her beyond her position of power.
 	 	 	Please, humor me. 	Stern and commanding.
 	 	 	Hmm, I thought my introduction was quite clear. I don't like repeating myself. 	Commanding and authoritative. Poised.
 	 	 	I'm Concerta. Don Quentino's little sister. 	Poised, refined.
 	 	 	My name is the first you'll ever hear walking into the Casino Quarter, and my face is the last you'll ever see coming out of it. 	Commanding and vaguely threatening.
 	 	 	That's all you need to know about me. 	Commanding and vaguely threatening.
 	 	 	Thank you. I'm sure if you're someone who cares for flash and glitz, it's wonderful. Although, I usually expect more praise of the Neapolitan. 	Polite and commanding, but doesn't seem flattered.
 	 	 	Quentino's is a structural basis for a crown, but it's not quite the jewels. 	Speaking metaphorically. The night club pales in comparison to the casino.
 	 	 	I don't believe we've met. Concerta Lombardi. I'm acting on behalf of my brother Don Quentino while he recovers from his illness. 	Refined, poised, curt. Straight to the point.
 	 	 	Let's not mince words nor time. 	Refined, poised, curt. Straight to the point.
 	 	 	I've heard through the grapevine that you've been quite a boon to Billy lately. Keep it up. 	Dry respect. Refined, poised.
 	 	 	Finally, a presence I can be graced by. Do you need anything? 	Admires and respects the player, but is still refined and confident.
 	 	 	You look pensive. Perhaps I can alleviate that. 	Refined, poised, intuitive.
 	 	 	How are you? Quite well, I hope. 	Refined, poised, confident.
 	 	 	All these fools scrambling for power don't know the value of a penny much less a fortune. 	Wise, refined, authoritative.
 	 	 	Puppets open their mouths and blabber without any strings being pulled. That's why they're puppets and not puppeteers. 	Wise, refined, authoritative. She thinks she’s a puppeteer.
 	 	 	Fabio Mondadori is a man after my own heart...meaning, he wants to rip it out. 	Wryly sarcastic, still refined and proper.
 	 	 	This city runs on blood...the chemical kind, of course. 	Wryly sarcastic, still refined and proper. “Blood” refers to Devil’s Blood, the highly-coveted designer drug.
 	 	 	Quentino's....hmm, but "Concerta's" does have a nice ring to it. 	Musing to herself, wondering if she should replace the name of the mafia’s night club with her own.
 	 	 	I do hope Charlotte is doing all right...I haven't written to her in some time. 	Thinking to herself. Showing a bit of vulnerability. She considers Mother Charlotte a friend.
 	 	 	It's lonely at the top. But I like my solitude. 	Musing to herself. Implying she is top dog now, and that she likes it.
 	 	 	What a boring night. No one has tried to stick a knife in my back yet. 	Making a wry, sarcastic joke. There have been many attempts on her life.
 	 	 	It's a shame there's so much light pollution in Atlantic City. Can't remember the last time I've seen the stars. 	Refined, poised. A bit somber.
 	 	 	The days and the nights all seem to blend into one. 	Refined, poised. A bit somber.
 	 	 	Stepping onto one path closes the door to another. 	Refined, poised, philosophical.
 	 	 	Unlike some people, I am not merely "talk." I am defined by my actions. 	Self-assured, poised. Referring to how Fabio is a politician.
 	 	 	Power is a fickle thing. Some days it comes naturally, and other days it seeps through the cracks in your fingers. 	Refined, poised, philosophical.
 	 	 	I will not allow this man to haunt my dreams any longer... 	Muttering to herself. Bitter, troubled, haunted. Referring to her fear of Antonio returning.
 	 	 	There's much to be done, and little time to do it. 	Speaking to herself. Occupied. A lot on her mind.
 	 	 	Now you...you look like trouble. 	Said to the player. Can see that they have the power to change things in Atlantic City.
 	 	 	I do hope you're finding Atlantic City...tolerable. I would hate to see an unhappy guest. 	Wise, refined. Somehow sounds slightly threatening.
 	 	 	Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to make yourself useful? 	Refined, poised, arrogant.
 	 	 	You look a bit lost. The bar's over there. 	Refined, poised. Wry sarcasm.
 	 	 	If you want to know who controls a room, look at who talks the least. 	Refined, poised, wise.
 	 	 	So you're the one who's been... ah hem, assisting Billy. Good work. 	So you’re the one who’s been… ah hem, assisting Billy. Good work.
 	 	 	If you like cheap thrills, I suppose you could check out the Boardwalk. 	Refined, poised, arrogant. Being slightly judgmental of the Showmen.
 	 	 	If you see any of those nasty Overgrown around, be a dear and put a bullet in them. 	Refined, poised, bitter. A bit of bloodthirstiness at the end.
 	 	 	Have you ever felt like the thread of your fate has been cut, and time is simply progressing to meet it? 	Refined, philosophical. Profound. She expects she is going to die soon.
 	 	 	Your timing is rather fortuitous. Atlantic City is at the precipice of great change. 	Refined, poised, philosophical.
 	 	 	There are many who would see me dead. It'll be difficult for them to do that without any eyes. 	Self-assured and satisfied with her threats. Making a bad pun.
 	 	 	If you're partial to breathing, avoid the Pine Barrens. 	Refined, poised. Wry humor.
 	 	 	I do apologize for my brother Quentino's absence. He's just been feeling a bit under the weather lately. 	Refined, poised, classy. Hiding the fact Quentino is dead quite well.
 	 	 	Don't mistake my outward demeanor for ungratefulness. You have done me a great service, and I won't forget it. 	Refined, poised. Genuinely grateful to the player.
 	 	 	Take care in your deeds and actions around Atlantic City. You never know who is watching. 	Refined, poised. Sounds like a combination of a warning and a threat.
==AC_SQ05_Regent==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Welcome! Welcome, my friend. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of speaking yet. I'm Fabio, Fabio Mondadori. At your service. 	Charming, charismatic.
 	 	 	Hold it right there. I don't think you belong here. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, okay, you know what? Mind telling me what you're doing, walking in here like you own the place? 	
 	 	 	You're back. And you still have a pulse. What a stroke of luck that is. 	Charming, affable.
 	 	 	So you're the catalyst that'll bring down my brother's empire? You, and you alone? 	Fascinated by the player. Elegant. Curious.
 	 	 	Fascinating. 	
 	 	 	You look like a bat out of hell. What do you need? 	
 	 	 	What brings you to me on this fine day? 	Charming.
 	 	 	Are you ready to do business now? 	Charming, but a bit impatient.
 	 	 	You again? Didn't I tell you to scram?! 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Any news? 	Friendly, casual.
 	 	 	Anything I can do for you? 	Friendly.
 	 	 	What of the gang? Are they dead? Or gone...like dissipating vapor? 	Cruel yet smiling.
 	 	 	Concerta is not to be trifled with. So, trifle with her. 	Cruel joke.
 	 	 	Is there something I can assist with? 	Offering help, charming and charismatic.
 	 	 	Did you have something else to ask, or are you just lonely? 	Friendly, suave.
 	 	 	You're...taking your time, aren't you? I'm sure you have your reasons. 	Getting impatient with the player.
 	 	 	We have much to discuss, don't we? 	Firm.
 	 	 	Please...tell me what's on your mind. 	Feeling desperate. Doesn't like that the player isn't answering her.
 	 	 	*chuckles* Yes, I didn't think you'd turn an opportunity like this down. As to where you should start, look to the Neapolitan Casino. 	Deviously amused.
 	 	 	Concerta lives in the largest suite within its hotel wing. I need you to search her room and find whatever evidence you can. 	
 	 	 	That woman is hiding something. I know she is... When you learn the truth, whatever that may be, return to me. 	
 	 	 	Don't come back until you do. 	Somewhat commanding.
 	 	 	That gang of lowlifes I sent you to track down was just a test. A trial run, to see if you can handle the real work that needs to get done. 	Suave, charming.
 	 	 	You see...my organization, the Lombardi Family, we've been...disorganized, for some time now. Rudderless. Filled with questions. 	
 	 	 	It's not good for a cult of personality to lack one, you understand? Now, as I'm sure you can see, I'm not Quentino Lombardi. I'm not the don. Yet. 	
 	 	 	Quentino himself has been...absent, for some time. Silent. It's not in his character. We've been told he's just been...ill, from old age. 	
 	 	 	At the very least, that's what his kid sister, Concerta, has been saying. She's been strutting around giving orders claiming they're from Quentino. 	
 	 	 	Not all of us are foolish enough to take such things at face value. I need you to get to play detective for me. Dig up dirt on her. Find the truth. 	
 	 	 	If Quentino is for, whatever reason, gone, then the position of don is open. And I would be very interested in that position. 	
 	 	 	I could reward you quite handsomely. Do you think you could do some digging for me? 	
 	 	 	So you did, so you did... And in your own way as well. Very interesting. Words can only tell you so much about a person, but actions? 	Charming, snake-like.
 	 	 	Well, actions tell you everything. 	
 	 	 	So you are. Let's get a good look at you... 	Charismatic. Thinking to himself.
 	 	 	You look...sturdy. Weathered, if I may. You may be exactly what I'm looking for... Excellent. 	Assessing the character. Calculating.
 	 	 	Now, I am a generous benefactor, and a good friend at that! Ask anyone. They'll tell you. But I want to start you off small. See if I can trust you. 	Charming and charismatic. Sizing the player up.
 	 	 	You prove yourself to me, show me you can handle a bit of a...challenge, and then the real work can begin. How does that sound? 	Charming and charismatic.
 	 	 	Simple as, my friend. There's some...ne'er-do-wells hanging around the Casino Quarter, trying to ruff up the Family's patrons for a few caps. 	Charming, charismatic. Polite.
 	 	 	Pathetic, isn't it? Regardless, I need you to deal with them. How you do so is up to your discretion. 	Judgmental, yet his delivery is very smooth.
 	 	 	In fact, I would be...curious, to learn your methodology. You deal with them, and I promise you, you will be well-paid. We take care of our own here. 	Very smooth, even when talking about murder.
 	 	 	Now, do we have a deal? 	Charismatic.
 	 	 	Your words are reassuring. Let's hope your actions mirror them. Come back when our "friends" outside are dealt with. 	Charming, charismatic.
 	 	 	Maybe, maybe not. You don't look like a Muni to me. Don't know why it matters to you. 	Intentionally not answering the question. Defensive.
 	 	 	Sounds to me like you got steered in the wrong direction. We've been shaking some people up for caps, as you put it. But not "patrons." 	Vaguely threatening.
 	 	 	'Fact you used that word tells me that the Family sent you. We've been shaking up Quentino's louts for their caps. Who's going to miss a few mobsters?	Smug and threatening.
 	 	 	I'm not an unreasonable woman. How about you just turn around and walk away, and I'll forget this ever happened? 	Smug, thinks she's being merciful.
 	 	 	Well, when you put it that way, it's hard to disagree with you. 	Persuaded by the player's charm.
 	 	 	All right, we'll pack it up and move our operation to the Boardwalk. You can tell your little handler we won't be causing trouble 'round here anymore.	True to her word. Blunt.
 	 	 	Hey, whoa now. There's no need for that! 	Afraid.
 	 	 	You want us gone? Fine, we're gone! You can tell your little "Family" that we won't be causing problems around here anymore. 	Desperate to get out of this situation.
 	 	 	In fact, I've heard the Boardwalk is quite nice this time of year. 	Squirreling to get out of this.
 	 	 	It'll be hard for you to talk it out with a couple bullets in you. But maybe you'll surprise me. 	Threatening, sinister.
 	 	 	You...what? 	Completely caught off guard and befuddled by the player's response.
 	 	 	Well...all right. If you say so. I...almost feel a bit bad about this, to be honest. But caps are caps. 	Unsure.
 	 	 	Guess we'll be moving onto greener pastures. So...thanks, I guess? 	Still surprised by the way this conversation turned.
 	 	 	I was wondering when you'd say that. Shame, you were starting to grow on me. 	Sinister. Cruelly pleased.
 	 	 	Plunge a knife in his back like he has to mine. Send a bullet into his skull. 	Bitter, angry, stern.
 	 	 	See to it that the traitorous "consigliere" dies, by my hand guiding yours. 	Angry, bitter, serious.
 	 	 	Maybe you were a catalyst of more than just my seemingly inevitable demise. Maybe I misjudged you after all. 	Grim, serious.
 	 	 	If that is so, then return to your precious Appalachia. 	A bit cold.
 	 	 	Then again...my intuition is rarely ever wrong. 	Doubtful of the player's good intentions.
 	 	 	The truth is cold and harsh, but there is one thing that cannot be denied about it. Its veracity. 	Grim and somber.
 	 	 	Fabio can have his throne. Empires rise and fall, raze and simmer. If it's time for mine to do so, then maybe I just have to accept it. 	
 	 	 	I won't fight you on it. I know a lost cause when I see one, and I shattered my mirror for that very reason. 	Grim, sad.
 	 	 	I feel this is not the end of my tale, but maybe just the end of your chapter in it. 	Pensive, reflective.
 	 	 	Safe travels to Appalachia. Safer than mine, at least. 	Grim, somber.
 	 	 	The spotlight was never mine to be had. I was forever lurking beyond its limits, searching for a way in. 	Somber, pensive.
 	 	 	But I'm sure you've seen the barrier that separates light from darkness. There is no door. 	Somber, sad.
 	 	 	Those like me, who linger in darkness, are not meant for such light. That is...unfortunately quite clear to me now. 	Realizing her fate was written for her, and she has no control.
 	 	 	I see. You'll have some trouble counting to ten when you get to hell, given you'll only ever get to number nine. 	Cold, cutting.
 	 	 	You're...judicious, if nothing else. That may be for the best. You're not from here. You're not a mobster. 	Trusts the player against her better judgment.
 	 	 	This isn't your fight. I advise you walk away from this, far away, and pick wiser battles next time. 	Advising the player to leave. Genuine in her answer.
 	 	 	Perhaps...perhaps you are right. I don't wish to be like Fabio. He is a bumbling fool that can only be trusted as far as he can be thrown. 	Surprised by the player's reasoning. It seems to resonate with her.
 	 	 	This level of treachery is something only a politician such as he could dream up. I won't stoop to that level. 	Determined to not become like Fabio.
 	 	 	Thank you, for giving me such clarity. 	Sincere.
 	 	 	I...am humbled by your faith. It's good to see someone know the truth and still support me. 	Surprised that someone believes in her. Trying to maintain her composure and not get emotional.
 	 	 	This is a most unusual occurrence for me. And I...I should thank you for it. 	Struggling to express gratitude through her shock.
 	 	 	But you know what must happen now, don't you? 	Grim.
 	 	 	Fabio Mondadori must die. 	Serious tone.
 	 	 	And what would that be, pray tell? 	Keeping her voice level to hide how eager she is to learn the player's answer.
 	 	 	I don't expect you to pity me. The mad queen of Atlantic City, whose subjects could and never would respect her if she stepped out of the shadows. 	Speaking about herself bitterly.
 	 	 	I've been standing in the shadow of my brother my entire life, the machinations of the Family emanating from my whispers in his ear. 	Growing a bit frustrated and she recounts her predicament.
 	 	 	It wasn't until he...found peace, that I started to lose my foothold. He was my shield, the visor that obscured my visibility in the public eye. 	Voice becomes pained when talking about her brother's death.
 	 	 	But now, he's gone. Not by my hand, mind you, but by the very substance that made him rich. 	Bitter, almost angry at the chem.
 	 	 	The only other contenders for the godfather's chair are fools. They will run the empire I bled for my entire life into the ground. 	Disdain in her voice.
 	 	 	I did not take the Family from Quentino. I made it for him. 	Defiant, resolute.
 	 	 	Oh, believe me. I am intimately acquainted with my own fate. 	Firm, resolute.
 	 	 	I can only hope that you might listen to reason, should it rear its rare face before you. 	A bit hopeful.
 	 	 	[TEMP] This is where I react to you having found the information I wanted. I will also reward you for doing this for me. 	
 	 	 	Straight to business, huh? Bet you pissed quite a few people off here. 	Amused.
 	 	 	But yeah, I'll take you. Get in and we'll get going. 	Casual, tough.
 	 	 	[TEMP] You will be well-rewarded for your efforts. Now, how about we get you back to Appalachia? You came in on that vertibird, didn't you? 	
 	 	 	[TEMP] Angry response. 	
 	 	 	[TEMP] And this is where I respond appropriately. But, you're done and dusted. 	
 	 	 	[TEMP] Annoyed goodbye. 	
 	 	 	[TEMP] This is going to anger me and result in me attempting to kill you. 	
 	 	 	[TEMP] I express sinister delight at hearing this news, elated that I was able to get what I want. 	
 	 	 	However, I also tell you that despite the fact you chose to resolve this peacefully, I am going to have her killed anyway. 	
 	 	 	[TEMP] This is where I express my absolute delight in you having killed Concerta and discovered her secrets 	
 	 	 	Feisty, aren't you? Well, I suppose the caps will just go to someone else. Unless, of course, you change your mind. 	Charming. Trying to hide how irritated he is.
 	 	 	Well, I'll be here if you change your mind. 	Casual and blunt.
 	 	 	Who am I? Some call me consigliere, others a diplomat. I represent the Lombardi Family, but also myself. 	Very charming and endearing.
 	 	 	To my friends, I'm just Fabio. Perhaps you and I can be friends. 	Charming, inviting.
 	 	 	You're sharp as a tack, aren't you? Well, let's just say this little "gang" problem is not the only thing I need help with. 	Flattering the player.
 	 	 	If you can prove yourself with a trivial task such as this, perhaps I can trust you with greater responsibilities. Ones with larger rewards. 	Seductive and charming.
 	 	 	I'm sure we can come to an understanding. 	Charismatic, charming.
 	 	 	On behalf of the Family...? How do I put this? 	Thinking about how best to answer the player's question.
 	 	 	When I act on behalf of the Quentino Family, I act in my own interest. And when I act in my own interest, it benefits the Family. 	Charming and sly.
 	 	 	The two are one and the same. Perhaps that answers your question. 	Oozing charm.
 	 	 	They should be outside in the Casino Quarter. They like to hang around this area, waiting for our patrons to come out of the casinos. 	Charming.
 	 	 	Might want to try looking around the old storefronts. Could be hiding out in there. 	Charming tone.
 	 	 	I don't care. Kill them, talk to them, marry them. Whatever it'll take to get them to go away. 	Dismissive.
 	 	 	I just don't want them scaring off our patrons. The execution of my purpose doesn't matter to me, so long as the goal is met. 	Sly and charismatic.
 	 	 	On to learn better time management, I hope. 	Mocking the player in a passive way.
 	 	 	Thank you for thinking rationally. I can promise you, you've made the right choice. 	Grateful, but still firm and cold.
 	 	 	You have the power to either level or sculpt an entire metropolis. Think very carefully. 	Grim, serious, stern.
 	 	 	There is much at stake here. More than you could ever know. 	Grim, serious, stern.
 	 	 	Time is slowly accelerating, awaiting your decisions. 	Philosophical, stern.
 	 	 	What are you waiting for? Fabio Mondadori isn't going to kill himself. Unfortunately. 	Irritated, stern.
 	 	 	At times, sparing a life is more anxiety-inducing than ending one. Let's hope you're right about Fabio. 	Grim, worried.
 	 	 	Ugh! What'd you have to hit that hard for? 	In pain, whining.
 	 	 	Agh! Maybe this was a bad idea. 	In pain, afraid.
 	 	 	Gah! 	In pain, afraid.
 	 	 	You thought you could mess with us?! 	Angry.
 	 	 	Take this! 	Angry, fighting.
 	 	 	Back down, or else! 	Angry, fighting.
 	 	 	This place is filled with a bunch of sitting ducks. 	Scheming.
 	 	 	We're going to eat well tonight. And every night after that. 	Darkly excited.
 	 	 	Can't wait to see the rest of Jordy's plans. She always makes the right calls. 	Confident.
 	 	 	Guess it's time to hit the road. 	Casual.
 	 	 	Boardwalk, here we come! 	Sarcastic.
 	 	 	Was starting to get tired of this place anyway. 	Casual.
 	 	 	Yeah, that's what I thought. 	Threatening.
 	 	 	So you did, so you did... And in your own way as well. Very interesting. Words can only tell you so much about a person, but actions? 	Charming, snake-like.
 	 	 	Well, actions tell you everything. 	
 	 	 	You don't...like me? 	Bewildered that the player would betray him over something so trivial.
 	 	 	The feeling is fucking mutual. 	Furious, about to attack the player.
 	 	 	Corrupt?! Me?! Don't make me laugh! You're just full of jokes today, aren't you? Well, I'm not laughing. 	Furious, hysterical.
 	 	 	You won't make a joke out of me. 	Furious, threatening. About to attack.
 	 	 	The cut of her...? Don't tell me you fell for the lies that come off of her lead tongue! How easily swayed are you?! 	Furious. In disbelief.
 	 	 	Or how about I just "sway" you into an early grave?! 	Rage-filled threat.
 	 	 	Yes, that's the spirit. Leave that information to your betters, hmm? You'll be rewarded handsomely, for a job well done. 	Brushing over the player's concerns.
 	 	 	And you're a hired gun who suddenly grew a conscience. Tell me, where was that moral high ground of yours when we first met? 	Charming and cold.
 	 	 	Seems like it took you a while to walk up that hill, hmm? 	Patronizing.
 	 	 	Now, if you aren't planning to waste any more time, let's talk payment so we won't have to gaze into each other's eyes any longer. 	Getting irritated.
 	 	 	You know what they say about heroes, arbiter. They're always willing to die for the right cause. 	Cold, yet charming.
 	 	 	Just like you will. 	
 	 	 	Certainly! Oh, don't offend me so cruelly. I never forget to reward those who serve me faithfully. 	Sickly sweet.
 	 	 	Yes, she did. But what Concerta Lombardi wants has no bearing on me. And I want her in the grave. 	Sinister.
 	 	 	You can't let these loose ends hang around, you see. You need to clip them, before you trip. I'm sure you understand. 	
 	 	 	You've done well. Very well. Exceptionally well. And your reward...well, your reward will match your success. 	Sinisterly pleased.
 	 	 	I was not lying when I said I am a very generous benefactor, and friend. You've made a friend out of me, arbiter. 	
 	 	 	Now, how about we get you back to Appalachia? You came in on that vertibird, didn't you? 	
 	 	 	Your reward will be waiting for you there. 	
 	 	 	*laughs* Oh, you are a funny one. You're lucky I like jokes. 	Hoping the player is kidding. Gritted teeth. Cold. Forced laugh.
 	 	 	You...you're serious, aren't you? You actually sided with the hag. 	Getting angry.
 	 	 	How could you be so stupid?! You knew that displeasing me could only end ONE way! 	Furious.
 	 	 	Why? Why would you throw everything away for her? 	Yelling, angry.
 	 	 	Dead, you say? I knew it! Let's see here... 	Ecstatic. Thinking.
 	 	 	Oh, oh wonderful. A Devil's Blood addiction. Quentino, you old dog. And a delicious cover-up by his doting sister. 	Sinisterly excited.
 	 	 	This is exactly what I was looking for. Concerta won't last another day in the godfather's chair. 	Very pleased.
 	 	 	*laughs* A "peaceful transfer of power"? Yes, I'm sure she believes that. 	Darkly amused by the player's naivete.
 	 	 	Still, it'll make her more vulnerable. More...resigned to her fate. Should be easier to take her out. 	Scheming.
 	 	 	So, you have done me quite the service after all. 	Returns to being charismatic.
 	 	 	Oh, now that is music to my ears. A symphony of joy and progress. I am sure you had ample reason to...remove her. 	Genuinely elated. Still sinister.
 	 	 	All is going according to plan. 	Sinister. Pleased.
 	 	 	I'd appreciate it if you would pick up the pace. 	Holding his smile but speaking through gritted teeth.
 	 	 	Fabio is a politician who lies endlessly through his teeth. He's full of pretty words and bleached smiles. Little else. 	Biting words.
 	 	 	Like some of his competitors, he just wants power and wealth. He doesn't care about preserving the legacy and glory of the Family. 	Judgmental.
 	 	 	He'll run it into the ground and sell us out to every Muni taxman and Boardwalk juggler in Atlantic City for a few caps. 	Bitter.
 	 	 	So you've heard. Yes, that was me. Antonio was...and is, to a degree, the greatest threat to my power. 	Uncomfortable with the player knowing her business, but returns to her stern tone.
 	 	 	He doesn't care about honor, or loyalty. He cares only about money, and how much he can hoard to himself. 	Really looks down on Antonio. Bitter.
 	 	 	He may be an adept businessman, but he would make a poor leader. And an even worse godfather. 	
 	 	 	The Family would fall under his leadership. 	Firm.
 	 	 	I have indeed. My brother was older, but certainly not wiser. He was always an impulsive, temperamental person, driven by vice and whims. 	Stern, elegant.
 	 	 	I had to be the level-headed one. The decisive one. The tactician. If I didn't, we'd be begging for scraps on the street. 	Firm and resolute.
 	 	 	I won't lie and pretend I'm some selfless do-gooder who was trying to protect him. I looked out for myself, first and foremost. 	Being honest and straightforward.
 	 	 	But everything I did, was with his best interest at heart. I hope you can believe that, if not anything else. 	Sad, a bit somber.
 	 	 	Your naivete makes me nostalgic for an easier time. It's not due to some falling out, or hatred. 	Pensive, stern.
 	 	 	No, it is simply due to my...nature. The Family is rooted in customs from back home. We're from a small village near Naples. 	Trying to find the right words to describe her predicament.
 	 	 	There are certain...traditions that are to be followed, if you're one who lives by rules. My brother was too stupid to see beyond it, bless him. 	Even though she insults Quentino, she speaks of him lovingly. Trying to find a way to dance around saying that her culture is patriarchal.
 	 	 	I had to resort to more subversive means to take what had always been mine. 	Voice becomes a bit more aggressive.
 	 	 	No. Contrary to popular belief, I am not some witch. I loved my brother, hot-headed and stubborn as he was. 	Genuine when talking about her love for her brother. Stern when recalling how everyone thinks she is evil.
 	 	 	He got too big for his britches one day, as he often did, and sampled some of his product. Became addicted to Blood. 	
 	 	 	There's no weaning off Blood. No cure, no ten step plan. You stop taking it, and you die. 	Grim.
 	 	 	A jokester. Who would've thought I'd be bested by a clown? 	Sad, but still a bit amused by the player.
 	 	 	Although I do hope you can muster up enough sincerity to listen to reason. 	Still trying to appeal to the player's rationality.
 	 	 	You could say I have a bit of a poetic streak. As for Fabio, he's more of an actor than a poet. 	A bit darkly amused.
 	 	 	He lives in his verbiage instead of writing it. 	Insightful, observational.
 	 	 	Nevertheless, I do hope you can look past my honeyed words to see through to their meaning. 	Hinting that Fabio is a liar.
 	 	 	Yes, and I suppose you've also heard I'm a complete madwoman. That I stand in the streets stark naked swapping war stories with radroaches. 	Keeps her tone level. Dry humor.
 	 	 	And on the other hand, there's the truth. 	Smooth and profound.
 	 	 	And what would that something else be? 	Charming.
 	 	 	Well don't be shy. Let me see. 	Trying to hide how interested he is in this.
 	 	 	Hmmm... 	Thinking to himself. Scheming.
 	 	 	This is very intriguing. The book is odd, I can't say I know what that is. But it looks hollow...perhaps it fits somewhere? 	Speculating. Trying to piece things together.
 	 	 	As for the vial, that's obviously Devil's Blood. The designer chem native to Atlantic City. 	
 	 	 	Produces the most potent high of any substance in the world, if the claims can be believed. 	
 	 	 	Wonder why the old hag had that. Maybe she's dancing with the devil? She doesn't look like she's got the shakes to me. 	Thinking to himself. Getting excited about possible scandals.
 	 	 	Either way, these don't mean anything on their own. Chase the leads. See where they go. Perhaps there's a bit of guidance to be had. 	Becomes a bit commanding.
 	 	 	Oh, arbiter... Why do you ask questions you don't want the answers to? 	Sinister, cold.
 	 	 	"Kill" is a very decisive action. Let's just say that, depending on what evidence you acquire... 	Cold, weirdly playful.
 	 	 	I will measure up my actions to meet it. 	
 	 	 	Now that's an easy one. You bring it back to me. And I will act accordingly depending on what you've found. 	
 	 	 	However, if you find it necessary to...expedite the process for me...let's just say I would be very pleased. 	Hinting coldly that he would prefer if the player just kills Concerta.
 	 	 	Your best bet's the Neapolitan Casino. Concerta lives in the high roller suite there, gorging on luxury. 	
 	 	 	Between you and me, there's an underground tunnel that goes between Quentino's and the Neapolitan, so you can detour through there. 	Telling the player something secretive.
 	 	 	Of course, it won't be cut and dry to break into her room. She's probably got it locked up tight. You'll have to be a bit crafty. 	Amused imagining how the player might break in.
 	 	 	Ah, it's hard to describe a viper like Concerta Lombardi in mere words. She's...difficult to pin down, and even harder to trap. 	Musing to himself.
 	 	 	She's the don's little sister, as you know. That position has afforded her a great deal of power that she didn't earn. 	Trying to hide the fact he's bitter about it.
 	 	 	Unlike me, she doesn't have much of a silver tongue. More of a lead one. She is ruthless and cutting, doesn't mince words. 	Bragging.
 	 	 	Though I've heard she has a bit of a soft side. Philosophical, even. I have yet to see that. 	Doesn't like complimenting his rival at all.
 	 	 	She's been calling the shots around here lately, says Quentino's been sick. As you can imagine, I don't buy it. 	He's a bit annoyed by this whole ordeal. Thinks he's too important to be kept in the dark about things.
 	 	 	I know something happened. It's just a matter of what, and how much involvement she had in it. 	Determined, resolute.
 	 	 	Yes, let's. 	Sinisterly happy.
 	 	 	By all means, ask away. 	Charming, suave.
 	 	 	I'm...not sure what you're getting at here. Crime is crime, as I'm sure you know. 	Caught off guard by this question. Doesn't like that the player is digging for answers.
 	 	 	We can't very well have cutthroats running around mugging people on our streets now, can we? 	Charming, asking a rhetorical question.
 	 	 	I don't know any of these ne'erdowells personally. I don't know why they do what they do. Only that it's...wrong. 	Feigning ignorance.
 	 	 	Oh, nobody of importance. That I can assure you of. They're just a bunch of street rats looking for quick caps. 	Dismissive, nonchalant.
 	 	 	I hear they're led by a woman who calls herself Jordy. Might want to try looking for her. 	
 	 	 	The others are her nameless lackeys who can do naught but follow. 	Pretentious and judgmental.
 	 	 	They just want money. Plain and simple. 	
 	 	 	Of course. I'm sure you have many questions. I will endeavor to answer them. 	Suave, charming.
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