Mother Charlotte/Dialogue

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==XPD_AC_Dialogue_MotherCharlotte==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	So much overcome, and still standing tall. Come closer; let me get a look at you. 	
 	 	 	Now that you're warmed up, come closer. Speak to me with no filters, no hesitations. 	
 	 	 	You are not my child. 	Dismissive
 	 	 	We have no obligations to each other, and that's not a relationship at all. 	Dismissive
 	 	 	If you wish to become known, do something noteworthy. 	Dismissive
 	 	 	Come forth. Let me drink you in. 	
 	 	 	My, how your spirit has grown since last I laid eyes upon you. Speak to me, dear. 	
 	 	 	Our Sensation arrives. Are you living the title? Breathing it? 	
 	 	 	I always wonder what makes a champion. 	
 	 	 	You must have a secret, to keep riding the top with such ease. 	
 	 	 	As always, I am at your disposal. An honor deserved by a champion. 	
 	 	 	I do hope you've enjoyed the festivities. That you've... discovered something. 	
 	 	 	Let this not be your last performance. You still have so much to give. 	Slightly menacing
 	 	 	If you ever lose your way, know that my arms are open. 	
 	 	 	How I doted upon your last performance. The triumphs, the pitfalls... the surprises. Keep them coming. 	
 	 	 	You're an inspiration to my children. Do ensure you live up to their attention. 	
 	 	 	Just when we were getting to know each other so well. 	
 	 	 	We all have different faces. That doesn't make any one of them less real. Not unless you decide that, of course. 	
 	 	 	To you, I'm Charlotte. To my children, I am Mother. To my enemies, well... Let's just hope you never need to see that face. 	
 	 	 	It would be all too simple for me to tell you. A champion must find that answer for themselves. Otherwise they will never be one. 	
 	 	 	It takes a child to make a mother. My children trust that I still have something to teach them. That they can come to me for comfort and acceptance.	
 	 	 	So many were orphaned by the war. Whether they lost their parents, their livelihood, or their will to live. 	
 	 	 	To those who need a mother's guidance, I will give all that they are willing to take. 	
 	 	 	Whatever may strike your fancy. 	
 	 	 	*chuckles* We are much more than insane, sweetheart. To box us into such a degrading word... I despise it. 	Warm and amused at first. Deadly at the end.
 	 	 	If you truly seek to understand us, then I invite you to come back and play again. Maybe next time you'll learn something. 	
 	 	 	We keep this city alive. Games, gambles, performances, things that keep a sparkle in people's eyes. 	
 	 	 	Imaginations must keep wandering. Otherwise, humanity is as good as dead. 	
 	 	 	Panic followed the bombs. Where social structure collapsed, so did drive and meaning. 	
 	 	 	Nobody wanted to perform anymore. Even if they did, it was too dangerous, or there were more important needs at hand. 	
 	 	 	To keep my craft alive, I had to create a safe place for it. A family of performers, each provided with unconditional support and protection. 	
 	 	 	The show must go on, after all. Even past the end of the world. 	With drama. This is her slogan.
 	 	 	Perhaps the best way to understand the Game is by playing it. 	
 	 	 	My darling child, you have been taught to believe it is morbid and inhumane. The rules of the pre-war world bound us, shackled us. 	
 	 	 	If it is our true wish, should we not battle with our lives to reach the finish? Should we not learn just how far our wills can take us? 	
 	 	 	If the Game had no entrants, there would be no Game to run. 	
 	 	 	What is the purpose of any entertainment? To feel alive. To find meaning. To learn something about yourself. 	
 	 	 	Most look upon bloodshed as tragedy. I see opportunity. This war gave us all a chance to rediscover who we are, why humanity exists. 	
 	 	 	No longer do we live in perfect safety without ever knowing our own capabilities. We must survive. And so, we must face ourselves. 	
 	 	 	That would be my darling Veracio. And how proud I am. 	
 	 	 	How I enjoyed our conversation. I'll be right here when you return. 	
 	 	 	Oh, there is only so much we can glean from conversation alone. But by all means, ask away. 	
 	 	 	We are artists, innovators, entrepreneurs, philosophers. But yes, above all, we are Showmen. 	
 	 	 	A family I started, but it has grown so much bigger than I could have imagined. 	
 	 	 	One of my children's greatest innovations. We have truly created the experience of a lifetime. 	
 	 	 	We'll handle that, my darling. Just close your eyes and think happy thoughts. 	
 	 	 	Then I take it, you're afraid to tell me what's most important to you? Or perhaps you don't know what is? 	
 	 	 	I'm afraid I have no interest in cop-out answers. Come to me when you know what makes you feel alive. 	
 	 	 	Ah, the whims of fate. There to trick you into believing you did not create your own destiny. 	
 	 	 	You entered the Game. You conquered its obstacles. You defeated each of the Twins in fair combat. 	
 	 	 	And you have the gall to tell me you just "got lucky"? 	
 	 	 	They are... factors, certainly. But what of the person with the perfect routine, who never strays outside their box? 	
 	 	 	They will never unlock their potential without pushing their limits. 	
 	 	 	Sometimes, in our moment of greatest need, we find a different kind of power. One that we didn't even know existed. 	
 	 	 	So we are all born with the same potential, and all that's needed to unlock it is a muse. 	
 	 	 	Tragic for those who never find one. Too unreliable. I say we all have the power to choose something to strive for. 	Emphasis on "choose"
 	 	 	I teach all my children confidence. It opens the doors to opportunity, paves the way for potential to shine. 	
 	 	 	But arrogance? Oh, how it wipes the gleam off an enticing prize, how it makes the most beloved icon suddenly drab and grotesque! 	
 	 	 	Wield your confidence tastefully, Sensation, else it become your disgrace. 	
 	 	 	Is it the fire in their eyes? The strength in their muscles? The fuel in their belly? Each new victor brings a different answer. What is yours? 	
 	 	 	Show me something new! 	
 	 	 	You bore me! 	
 	 	 	You're the child of tedium! 	
 	 	 	You won't last long! 	
 	 	 	Don't you dare disappoint me! 	
 	 	 	I'm afraid it's the end for you. 	
 	 	 	Ugh... 	
 	 	 	This cannot be... my limit... 	
 	 	 	Impossible... 	
 	 	 	How tedious. 	
 	 	 	As it should be. 	
 	 	 	Very disappointing. 	
 	 	 	Ugh! 	
 	 	 	Agh! 	
 	 	 	How dare you! 	
 	 	 	How often must I be disappointed? 	
 	 	 	A Mother's heart can only break so many times before she begins to sharpen the pieces. 	
 	 	 	I've given everything to my children, and still... it's not enough. They deserve the world, its peaks, and the heavens above. 	
 	 	 	When your spirit hits a breaking point, that is where limitless begins. 	
 	 	 	I must push them past their limits. Break free their true potential. 	
 	 	 	Progress is complacency. We must strive for more than progress. 	
 	 	 	Inspiration does not strike the artist. The artist hunts, stalks, starves for inspiration... and when the barest flash appears, the artist strikes. 	
 	 	 	Glory is an artist's birthright. Yet so few prove the resolve to claim it. 	
 	 	 	Anything my children need, I will sacrifice. 	
==XPD_AC02_Mission_Sensation==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	The winner's stage can only fit so many. To those who remain: claim your rightful place! Prove your victory and take the stage alone! 	
 	 	 	So it comes down to this: a battle between two victors, both dominant in their own right. Prove your way, and claim your superiority! 	
 	 	 	Here we are at the final showdown. Two parties, and only one will be crowned. Show me, with all you have, who will claim the throne tonight! 	
 	 	 	Oh, you've made me so proud. Now, step up to the winner's stage, my children, for the final act. With blood, sweat, and tears... you earned it. 	
 	 	 	For inspiring me and all those watching, I grant you the glory of the winner's stage. Where you, in one final act, may secure your absolute victory.	
 	 	 	Such skilled and obedient children. You're so close to your reward. Step up to the winner's stage, my darlings, and perform in one final act for me.	
 	 	 	The winner's stage awaits you, in all its glory, to serve as one final battleground. So take the stage and show us what a victor looks like! 	
 	 	 	I'd like for our brave contestants to enter the Shark's Den and prove their dominance. Lay claim to your territory. 	
 	 	 	Defend it from all who would seek to dethrone you! Remain until the end, and you shall perform for me personally in the grand finale. 	
 	 	 	One of you has been selected to defend an innocent volunteer. This volunteer has their own task to complete. 	
 	 	 	Others seek to halt their progress, or better... their life. Help this volunteer survive the ordeal alive... and so might you. 	
 	 	 	I have let nature loose in the Aquarium tonight. How it fights to grow back, to overtake this world that once was its own. 	
 	 	 	If you wish to survive, you must show me the power of the human spirit. Fight back these monsters. Show me who belongs on top! 	
 	 	 	Now, while I do so love my children, they do at times... misbehave. Your task is to offer them a sharp reminder of their responsibilities. 	Threat in the "sharp"
 	 	 	It does not befit a Showman to gripe, wail, or lay about. Thus I call upon our competitors to re-invigorate them. Shame them until they repent! 	Disappointed, threatening, righteous
 	 	 	Oh, my darlings, how eager I am to meet you. So much new blood. So much potential to show me something truly... sensational. 	
 	 	 	If this is your first time competing, or your tenth... If you've ever felt misunderstood, or held back from your true potential... Mother sees you. 	
 	 	 	To those who have made it this far: You are my children-to-be. You are the lifeblood of this dying world. You are everything! Show me your talents! 	
 	 	 	(TEMP) You overcame our challenge. Maybe you have the skills to stand up to us after all... Come down to the aquarium and we'll see. 	
 	 	 	How extraordinary! For overcoming great challenges, conquering your rivals, and stealing our hearts, we now rightfully name you our Sensation! 	Congratulatory, making a big victory announcement
 	 	 	Now, come up to the box and grant me the honor of meeting a champion. 	
 	 	 	A new set of trials overcome! A new Sensation, changed in the wake of adversity and triumph! Tonight, you are reborn! 	Congratulatory, making a big victory announcement
 	 	 	Such passion and ferocity! We have seen you perform, Sensation, but never quite like you have tonight. Join me and tell me your inspiration. 	Congratulatory, making a big victory announcement
 	 	 	"Sensation" is not a title, but a living embodiment of vigor, determination, and talent. Tonight, you have proven yourself our Sensation! 	Congratulatory, making a big victory announcement
 	 	 	Come forward, Sensation! Let me see what burns in your eyes tonight. Show me what fueled this magnificent victory. 	Congratulatory, making a big victory announcement
 	 	 	For a battle so fiercely fought, a victory so perilously won, I grant my fullest congratulations. You are our Sensation! 	Congratulatory, making a big victory announcement
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