Emotions will be displayed as: text {emotion}
(*) in script will indicate writer's notes.
Note: // Bush and // Syndra isn't meant to be said, it is just to make it clear who says the line.
Note: // dialogue taking up one line is the Soldier's / Player's dialogue (Left in for more context)
Note: This script is from the beta so there might be some weird things going on and there might be changes to the dialogue in the future
Elise is a senior female who probably should also be able to sound younger in flashbacks. She is warm and kind. Here she is discovering her lost memories that were taken from her.
Syndra here is in flashbacks with Elise where she is burdened with a choice that she is uncertain is correct.
Postmaster is probably male. He is very arrogant and self-important. He is obsessed with rules and his university status.
Vagabond is probably male. He is more cynical and dismissive. Doesn't like to get involved and is focused on his own survival.
Vagrant is probably male. He is more rough and distrustful of others.
Bush is more whimsical and eccentric. Sometimes speaks in riddles and they know things.
Supervisor is more authoritative. They are very controlling and disciplined.
Constable is more lazy and dismissive. Doesn't care about helping but still enforces the rules.
Inspector is probably male, is more arrogant and cruel.
Sentinel is probably male, acts more as a messenger/assistant.
Inquisitor is cold and here they are responsible for erasing Elise's memories.
Vault Chief is probably male, is more formal and here relents to authority.
Soldier here is cold and just carries out orders when given. Only has one line here.

Postmaster: You've come to collect something? {normal, distracted}
Postmaster: Don't you see I'm busy!? Take a ticket and wait in line as you're supposed to! i don't care if no one else is here, follow protocol! {annoyed, authoritative}
Postmaster: You have to take a ticket, just like everyone else! {stern, insisting}
Postmaster: I'll be with you in one second! Gosh, so impatient these days... {irritated, muttering}
Postmaster: Tired of waiting already? Well, someone decided to leave this place a mess for when I returned! {complaining}
Postmaster: I come back to the office yesterday from a well-deserved, brief, eighteen week, vacation. And this is how I'm thanked?! {complaining/frustrated}
Postmaster: Do you see the mess my substitute left this place in? And now I have to clean it up, or the Royal Inspector will have my head! {stressed}
Postmaster: I'll have you know I graduated with honours from the Royal University of Aelumia. {boastful}
Postmaster: Frankly, it's demeaning they stuck me out here with the... ugh... peasants! Oh, and don't even get me started on the smell! {disgusted}
Postmaster: But anyway, that is all besides the point. What did you want again? {impatient}
Postmaster: It's you! You're the one I left in charge over my vacation, you scoundrel! {accusing, outraged}
// Sure, it was me.
Postmaster: I knew it! A university graduate like me couldn't possibly be wrong! {triumphant}
// You're mistaken...
Postmaster: Don't try to weasel your way out of it! A university graduate like me couldn't possibly be wrong! {stubborn}
Postmaster: But thinking about it... {scheming}
Postmaster: I have a proposal. {calm}
Postmaster: It's not just me who's going to be in trouble when the inspection comes, surely you realize that? {pressuring}
Postmaster: But... {considering}
Postmaster: If you fix this mess you made... Then no one ever has to hear a word of what happened. {coaxing}
Postmaster: You don't get in trouble, the Royal Inspector is happy, I'm happy. Everyone is happy! {persuading}
Postmaster: How's that sound? {expectant}
Postmaster: Great! {pleased}
Postmaster: Then I'll have you sorting post like your life depends on it, scoundrel! {joyful}
Postmaster: Because it does. {threatening}
Postmaster: Follow me! {authoritative}
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Postmaster: Don't bother me while I'm working! I didn't go to university to have a chat. {dismissive, superior}
Postmaster: Sorting is so easy even someone like you should be able to do it. {condescending}
Postmaster: All you do is take the packages from the conveyor over there. {informing}
Postmaster: And put them where they're supposed to go over there. {explaining}
Postmaster: Highlands packages to the Highlands, Auburn packages to Auburn and so on. {explaining}
Postmaster: Got it? {sharp}
Postmaster: Fantastic! Just don't make a mess of it, okay? {distrustful}
Postmaster: I'm turning on the conveyor! {informing}
Postmaster: Oh, you actually did it... {surprised}
Postmaster: Well, that was just the warmup! There's more to come, so don't go slacking off now! {informing}
Postmaster: Hmm... You did fine this time, but watch out, because these last packages come fast! {cautioning}
Postmaster: Don't think you're somebody just because you can sort some packages! {condescending}
Postmaster: What are you doing over there!? {alarmed}
Postmaster: Agh! Try again, but you better do it right this time! {frustrated, authoritative}
Postmaster: Ah, perfect! You sorted the packages! {approving}
Postmaster: But wait, what's this then? Why are there so many packages to the Industrial District? {confused/distrusting}
Postmaster: Did you mess up the sorting, you fool!? {accusing, angry}
Postmaster: What's up with these packages! They're filled with letters? {confused}
Postmaster: Hmph... to the woman on the hill... Whatever that means! {annoyed}
Postmaster: Hey you, scoundrel. This is part of your duty too, you know! {authoritative}
Postmaster: Go deliver this letter! Or... or I'll tell the Royal Inspector about what you did! That's right, don't mess with me! {threatening, slightly unconfident}
// No.
Postmaster: Oh, but you are! I have very many friends, in very high places! Met them in university, make sure to remember that! {arrogant}
// Fine, but to who?
Postmaster: How should I know! That's your job to figure out. See, it says here 'to the woman on the hill', that should be enough shouldn't it? {dismissive, annoyed}
Postmaster: Great! Now with that settled I can finally go back to my very important work. {arrogant}
Postmaster: Oh, yes. Very important. University graduate, did I mention that? {boasting}
Postmaster: Now now, off you go. And don't come back crying if you can't find this mysterious woman! {mocking, dismissive}
Postmaster: But if you lose the letter I can always give you another, they seem to be practically infinite anyhow! {casual, unconcerned}
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Postmaster: Are you trying to slack off? You still have the letter on you, go deliver it! {impatient}
Postmaster: Can't you see I'm busy!? {irritated}
Postmaster: Hmm, you lost the letter? Already!? {disbelief, annoyed}
Postmaster: Don't think you're getting out of this! I have spares! {authoritative}
Postmaster: Now go on and sort this out for me, won't you? I have enough to worry about as is without you bungling about! {exasperated}
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Vagabond: Keep it short, I'm busy. {impatient}
// Nevermind.
Vagabond: Fine with me. {dismissive}
Vagabond: Looking for someone, huh? 'round these parts it's usually the tin cans who do that. {cynical}
Vagabond: A visit from one of those and you get an all-expenses-paid vacation on the Crown, if you catch my drift. {warning}
Vagabond: Safe to say, if it were Lars you were looking for I'd be happy to rat him out, but you haven't told me who it is yet. {explaining/casual}
// I have to deliver a letter to 'the woman on the hill'. Do you know where she lives?
Vagabond: Plenty of hills 'round these parts, women too. But they're in the factories, slaving away, not on any hills 'sfar as I'm aware. {explaining}
Vagabond: Sorry bud, don't think I can help you with this one. Try asking Lars, he's usually hogging the fire in the alley here behind me. Hate that guy... {explaining, annoyed}
Vagabond: Already told you everythin', didn't I? Go harass Lars instead, I have nothing more to say. {irritated}
Vagabond: Keep it moving, buddy. {impatient}
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Bush: I'm Bush, nice to meet you. Is there something you wish to know? {cheerful, curious}
// Nothing
Bush: Nothing? That such people existed, I did not know! Now I know, now I know! {amused}
// I'm searching for 'the woman on the hill'. Do you happen to know her?
Bush: Oh, yes, her... This bush knows her all too well! {eager, knowing}
Bush: Without her this bush would wilt! Yes, a bush requires water to grow. I know, I know! {explaining, delighted}
Bush: But first, I must know why you must know! Do you know? {playful/inquisitive}
Bush: To know why I must know? Not even I know... All I know is that I must know! {whimsical}
Bush: A letter! If only this Bush could know its contents... Alas, it would be rude to know... {tempted, restraining}
Bush: The mail-deliverer, truly a noble profession. I will share with you her location, but in exchange you must tell her: her friend is back in town. {approving, informing}
Bush: Here, let me write it down for you! {helpful, eager}
Bush: Now you know! Now you know! {excited}
Bush: Do you know? Do you know? {insistent, playful}
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Vagrant: Whatcha want? {rough, guarded}
// Nothing...
Vagrant: Right... {dismissive, unintrested}
// I'm looking for someone called 'the woman on the hill'. I have a letter I need to deliver to her.
Vagrant: A letter? Don't know nuthin' about no woman on the hill, but maybe Bush over there would know. {uncertain, casual}
Vagrant: He usually knows things... He's a knower. {explaining}
Vagrant: Don't talk to him for too long though, or he'll start putting strange ideas in your head... {warning, uneasy}
Vagrant: Ask Bush. I told you I don't know nuthin'. {dismissive}
Vagrant: You think starin' at random people in the street is some kind of joke? Get lost. {irritated}
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Elise: Who's there? {cautious, gentle}
// I have a letter that is addressed to you.
Elise: Post? You must be at the wrong house, dear. {confused, polite}
Elise: No one is sending me any of that... {uncertain, distant}
// It says it's for 'the woman on the hill'.
Elise: Well, if it says so on the letter... {hesitant}
Elise: Come in and we'll talk about it. {welcoming}
Elise: I don't usually get a lot of visitors up on the hill. {soft}
Elise: Here, follow me. {gentle, inviting}
Elise: So about those letters? {curious}
Elise: Oh, my... {slightly surprised}
Elise: I think I'll need a closer look at this. {focused}
Elise: Please, have a seat. I'll make you something to drink. {kind, hospitable}
Elise: You don't look like you're from around these parts, do you? {friendly}
// Perhaps I don't.
Elise: Hmm? Well, I shouldn't pry into my guest's secrets. Better to let the unexplained rest. Wouldn't you agree? {understanding, thoughtful}
Elise: Here in the Roughworks, we don't have any secrets. At least that's what Her Majesty wants to believe, ha. {dry humor, knowing}
Elise: That's why I chose to live here. In the neighbourhoods, the walls are thinner than paper. Nothing goes unheard. {reflecting, slightly bitter}
Elise: Up here on the hill, it's much more peaceful. As long as the Water Authority doesn't come knocking, ha. {calm, light humor}
// I am, originally.
Elise: Well, if you're already here why don't we have a little chat. Not a lot of people to talk to up here! {bright}
// How long?
Elise: In the Roughworks? My whole life, ha. I'm only fifty... fifty-two, you know. Or maybe it was fifty-three. {light, forgetful}
Elise: ... Which year is it again? I seem to have lost track. {absent minded}
Elise: So... goodness, longer than I expected. It must have been... Oh, by Her Grace! What does it matter, the years pass quicker for every one that goes. {reflective, dismissive}
Elise: That's what a life in the Roughworks does to you. Worked my whole life, I have. Ha, for no benefit either. {tired, resigned}
Elise: Still as poor as the day I was born! But I have a home and sometimes even good company! That's enough for silly old me. {cheerful}
// Isn't it lonely?
Elise: Ha! But that's why I moved here! {reassuring}
Elise: In the apartments you can never be alone. No time to think, only to work. No dear, it's much better up here. {explaining, content}
Elise: Lived my whole childhood in one of the towers. I was born there. That was until... until... Well, I've forgotten the reason, ha! {nostalgic}
Elise: My memory isn't so good these days. It must have been twenty-five or so years ago. {apologetic, reflective}
Elise: But I had a reason, a good one! Ha, it's funny isn't it? At the time it probably seemed like the most important thing in the world. {amused, reflective}
Elise: But now, well, I've gone and forgotten the whole thing haven't I? {soft, wistful}
// Letter.
Elise: Oh, yes! The letters. Silly me, I almost forgot. {light, embarrassed}
Elise: Hm... There's no sender... Are these all from the same person? {thinking}
Elise: The handwriting seems familiar. But, it doesn't say much. {thinking}
Elise: How strange, I feel like I should know who this is from, but yet I don't. {uneasy, thinking}
Elise: I said I wouldn't pry, but... You don't work for the post do you? I know your type. {honest}
Elise: Ha! Why should I care? {playful, deflecting}
Elise: But... you have piqued my curiosity with these letters... {normal}
Elise: Say, 'mail deliverer', won't you be a dearie and water my plants while I read the rest of these letters? Maybe there is something else that can be gleamed from them. {gentle, requesting}
Elise: I have 3 plants outside and 3 pots inside. Just be sure not to overwater them! The watering can is just outside in the garden. {informing}
Elise: Don't be afraid to ask if you are wondering anything! I don't bite, ha! {warm, reassuring}
Elise: The watering can is just outside in the garden. There are three plants inside and three plants outside. {reminding}
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Elise: Oh, what a mess... trying to make sense of this is making my head hurt.
Elise: So many letters, over so many years... who would possibly be so insistent on reaching me?
Elise: Hm? Oh, you finished watering the plants already? That was quick! {pleasantly surprised}
Elise: Well, I certainly won't make any progress like this, and it seems we both are in need of a break. {tired, gentle}
Elise: Oh, it's such a lovely day today... Why don't we go outside and enjoy the garden for a bit? {warm, inviting}
Elise: Please, have a seat. {kind, welcoming}
Elise: It really is beautiful today. {soft, content}
Elise: Ah, freshly watered flowers. Nothing beats that smell. {relaxed, appreciative}
Elise: Do you see that tree over there? {explaining}
Elise: It's the only one of its kind in the whole of the Roughworks. Isn't it beautiful? {fond, explaining}
Elise: It was a gift, but from who... It's another thing I've forgotten. {explaining, uncertain}
Elise: It's frustrating, so frustrating... All these precious memories... {pained, emotional}
Elise: Where did they all go... {quiet, hollow}
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*The Past*
Secret: It is not much now, that is for certain. // Syndra {calm}
Elise: It's beautiful already, don't you think? {bright, hopeful}
Secret: It will grow.  // Syndra {gentle, reassuring}
Elise: Of course it will, it's a tree! {playful, light}
Secret: You know I didn't mean it like that. // Syndra {soft, knowing}
Secret: For each year that passes, this tree will grow taller, and ever more beautiful. // Syndra {explaining, warm}
Secret: It will have to weather many storms, and on some days it might even have to go without water. And yet, it will continue growing. // Syndra {steady, meaningful}
Elise: So philosophical... {teasing amused}
Secret: And then in ten, fifteen, maybe even twenty-five years, we will finally be able to rest in its shade. // Syndra {distant}
Elise: Twenty-five years!? We'll be old by then! {incredulous}
Elise: Oh, I know! We could have a picnic underneath its canopy. Doesn't that sound nice, tZoEsb? {excited} *jumbled word is 'Syndra'*
Secret: Perhaps we could, Elise.. Perhaps we could... // Syndra {bittersweet}
Secret: Go on, give it some water. Or it'll never grow an inch. // Syndra {light, encouraging}
Elise: Fine, fine! {playful, mocking annoyed}
Secret: Elise... // Syndra {hesitant, heavy}
Elise: What is it, RxmCQz? {curious, light} *jumbled word is 'Syndra'*
Secret: Nevermind. It's nothing... // Syndra {withholding, uneasy}
Secret: I was just thinking... If I were to die some day, I would like to be buried here, under the tree. // Syndra {quiet, somber}
Elise: What could possibly make you think about such silly things? We still have a long life left ahead of us, don't we? {dismissive, reassuring}
Secret: Of course, you're right. I'm sorry, I'm just not used to this... // Syndra {apologetic}
Elise: To what? {curious}
Secret: Being happy. // Syndra {soft, honest}
Elise: Let's just enjoy the sun, for a bit. There's still work tomorrow. {gentle}
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*The Present*
Elise: Ah... Hah, what just happened? {disoriented, uneasy}
Elise: Who... Who was she? {confused, unsettled}
Elise: Hm. I shall leave the worrying for another day, I think. Today is a good day... not a day for worrying. {forced cheerful, deflecting}
Elise: In fact, today is too nice a day to waste it... by not going anywhere, that is. Wouldn't you agree? {bright}
Elise: Ah... Do you see that factory off that way? I used to work there, back when I was younger... {nostalgic, reflecting}
Elise: We mass-produced bread for the higher regions... Tedious work, and thankless too. {weary, explaining}
Elise: I am sure you have noticed, but things around here aren't too easy... Some people even go as far as stealing when times are tough... {somber}
Elise: Fortunately... I never had to. They would let us take some home, every once in a while. {wistful, longing}
Elise: Those were good days. On those occasions, we'd go and have ourselves a picnic, me and- hm. Just me, I suppose.
Elise: A shame it's so hard to come by... the thefts became a real problem, you know. The Crown ended up building a vault down under the factory to keep it all secure! {informing}
Elise: How long, since I last had some? Years, surely... not like any of that bread ever makes it to us poor folk, ha! {casual}
Elise: But it'd be nice to have some again, I suppose... reminisce on old times.
Elise: Well, if you're running errands for me already... mind seeing if you can get your hands on a loaf or two?
Elise: It's expensive, but for the right price... I'm sure you could get ahold of some. You don't seem the sort to struggle with that kind of thing, do you, letter carrier?
Elise: Ha! Well, do your best, either way. Once you come back, I have a plan for what we can do today. How's that sound?
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Constable: If you've come to beg, you might as well leave. {cold, dismissive}
Constable: Huh? Alright, bud. We all do. {confused, dismissive}
Constable: Was there something else? {impatient}
Constable: Do I look like a vending machine to you? Go find somewhere else. We just make the bread here, we don't sell it. {sarcastic, irritated}
Constable: Get out of here pal, you shouldn't be loitering around under a Constable's watch. {authoritative, warning}
// But my friend worked here, and...
Constable: But, but, but! No buts. Don't make me have to do something! The paperwork is always such a hassle... {annoyed}
Constable: Last chance, bud. {firm, threatening}
// Can I at least get a look inside...?
Constable: Obviously not... We have enough problems as it is, what with that stolen barrel last week... And the production quotas... {stressed}
Constable: Don't you have something better to do anyway? {dismissive}
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Bush: Oh, no... You know! You know! Speak to that constable first, and perhaps, I'll tell you more. {excited}
???: Psst! /$Bush {hushed}
???: Over here, friend of a friend! /$Bush {playful}
Bush: Did you know? Did you know? There is more than one way to enter any building. {mischievous, teasing}
Bush: I'll tell you! But, stealing is unethical, you must know! {mocking serious}
Bush: As long as she doesn't know! She won't know! Do you understand? {mischievous}
Bush: It's just around the corner, you see. A pipe! Now you know! Now you know! {excited}
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Supervisor: HEY! What are you doing? {shouting, alarmed}
Supervisor: Who's there? {suspicious}
// A worker...
Supervisor: What's a worker doing in my office!? Now, tell me who you are or I'll have a look for myself! And I never forget faces, keep that in mind! {angry, threatening}
// Uhh...
Supervisor: Uhh? That's not an answer! Now, tell me who you are or I'll have a look for myself! And I never forget faces, keep that in mind! {angry, threatening}
Supervisor: Wait! Who are you!? {alarmed}
Supervisor: A slacker you say? {suspicious}
Supervisor: Well, thank you for bringing this to my attention! I will investigate the matter immediately! {professional, authoratative}
Supervisor: Aaaaaaghh!! {screaming}
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Inquisitor: ...and in accordance with our protocols, we will require a detailed record of this former employee. Years of employment, known associates, work performance... all of it.
Vault Chief: Naturally, I will comply to the best of my ability, blessed be Her Grace. But to think that the mere theft of one crate would reach this high a level...
Inquisitor: The crate is not relevant. It is the employee who is of interest. Further measures may be necessary, but the records will do well to begin with.
Vault Chief: ...only the employee? Pardon my questions, but I do not understand why she is of interest to you.
Inquisitor: That is for us to know, and for you to comply. But it pertains to a potential security breach which we are investigating.
Vault Chief: At my factory? What are you implying!?
Inquisitor: I imply nothing. Must you be reminded of your position? It is by Her Majesty's will that I am here today. Do you truly wish to stand against it?
Vault Chief: I... I humbly apologize... I didn't mean-
Inquisitor: The records?
Vault Chief: Y-yes, of course. But, still, I had thought that matter was settled years ago! What connection could it possibly have to-
Inquisitor: Enough aimless rambling. My time is limited. Pull up those records on this Elise, immediately.
Vault Chief: U-understood, ma'am... I'll get them right away.
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Inquisitor: Well, well, well... it would seem the rats aren't the only plague to infest this place.
Inquisitor: And here I had thought this particular lead was a dead end! Only years-old records which tell us nothing we did not already know... always a risk, but worth checking regardless.
Inquisitor: But here you are. One of the province's most wanted criminals. What a strange coincidence, finding you here.
Inquisitor: I must wonder... for what reason are you here?
Inquisitor: I know better than to expect an answer. But it does not matter, in the end. We will get it out of you eventually.
Inquisitor: Constables! Capture them!
Inquisitor: Not so fast!
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Elise: Wait one second! I'll hide behind the plant! {urgent}
Inspector: We are here to execute a search. Your water usage levels have exceeded your authorized allotment. {serious}
Inspector: Step aside, subject. Now. {commanding}
Inspector: You are alone, correct? {inquiring}
Inspector: Very well. We will now conduct an inspection of your property. Step out of the way, subject. {informing, commanding}
Inspector: What's this? No wonder you're exceeding your water limit when you've been keeping illicit plants! {accusing}
Inspector: Wait a second... There's someone hiding behind there! You said you were alone! {alarmed, accusing}
Elise: Oh, it's the Water Authority! I don't know why they're here... but it can't be for any good reason. {worried}
Elise: Really, you should hide. It's okay, I've dealt with their type before. I'll send them away. {reassuring}
Elise: What will you do? {concerned}
Inspector: So, there's someone else? {inquiring}
Inspector: This property is only registered as having one resident... seems we'll have to correct that. Let's continue the inspection. {serious}
Inspector: Also... Why is your grandmother hiding behind that plant? {confused}
Inspector: I guess that's fine... There's not really a protocol for shy grandmothers. {slightly uncertain/confused}
Inspector: Anyhow, I am required to inform you that you are in breach of the ordinance on water usage and will have to {formal}
Sentinel: Inspector. A message from the Authority. {urgent}
Inspector: What's this now? {slightly irritated}
Sentinel: Uncertain. But they're recalling us, under orders of some higher authority. {reporting/serious}
Inspector: Hm... odd. You're in luck this time, subject. Our orders are to return for now. {thinking, serious}
Inspector: But don't be mistaken. We'll be back! {slightly threatening}
Elise: Well, you won't be welcome next time! {resentful}
Inspector: What did she say? {slightly taken aback/confused}
Inspector: Very well. Goodbye for now, subjects. {formal}
Elise: Are you alright? How strange... The authorities have never bothered me before... Oh, let's just sit down for now. {concerned, confused}
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Elise: It's the Water Authority! I don't know why they're here, but it can't be for any good reason. {worried, urgent}
Inspector: Open up already! We know you're in there! {loud, forceful}
Elise: Really, you should hide. It's okay, I'll send them away. {hushed, reassuring, tense}
Elise: What will you do? {concerned}
Inspector: Halt! {commanding}
Inspector: Who are you!? {demanding, suspicious}
// I'm her friend.
Inspector: A friend, you say? Then you should be able to tell me why she's not answering the door! {probing, accusing}
Inspector: Why would that be, 'friend'? {pressing, skeptical}
Inspector: Someone like me!? What's that supposed to mean? {offended, defensive}
Inspector: Oh, we'll get you for this! We have authority to enforce our orders with force, you know! We can do anything we want! {threatening, authoritative}
Inspector: Passing by! As if! Did you really think I would believe that story? {mocking, dismissive}
Inspector: Prepare to die! {aggressive}
Inspector: Not at home, you say? How convenient. Just as the inspection comes around they're not at home to greet us! {suspicious}
Inspector: It's almost like someone tipped them off, don't you think? {accusing}
Inspector: Say friend, did you tip off the subject that we were coming? {interrogating}
Inspector: Very well, then. But we will still need to get in to conduct the search. {authoritative}
Inspector: If you won't be of any use, then you better get out of our way! {impatient}
Inspector: At the bread factory? That's none of our concern, we're the Water Authority, not the Bread Authority! {irritated, authoritative}
Inspector: A massive water spillage, you say!? {surprised, alert}
Inspector: And you're not making this up? We don't take easily to liars, you should know. {threatening, suspicious}
Sentinel: Inspector, there seems to be some commotion coming from the Bread Factory. {formal, alert}
Inspector: Hmm... Well, in that case, we'll have to check it out. Thank you for the information, citizen. {decisive}
Inspector: You lying fool! {furious, snapping}
Inspector: What's that!? To imply that the Water Authority couldn't handle a bit of gluten... It's treason, is what it is! {outraged, offended}
Inspector: Fight us!? Ha, you're truly a fool. {mocking, confident}
Inspector: Of course!? You're not only rude, but a rat as well! {insulting}
Inspector: Oh, you'll pay for this insult! We have authority to enforce our orders with force, you know! We can do anything we want!
Inspector: Stop! What are you doing sneaking around this place?
Elise: Okay. Quick, find somewhere to hide! {urgent}
Inspector: Open up! {commanding}
Inspector: Got you! {triumphant}
Inspector: Noooooooo, Alphonse! How... How could you do this!?
Inspector: You'll pay for this, you rat! In the name of Her Majesty!
Inspector: Hmph, I guess we'll see about that. Goodbye for now, subjects.	
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Elise: There you go. Now, what business could Her Majesty's authorities possibly have with little old me? {polite, uneasy, curious}
Inspector: We are here to execute a search. Your water usage levels have exceeded your authorized allotment. {formal, cold}
Elise: Well, I don't see {confused}
Inspector: Step aside, subject. Now. {sharp, commanding}
Inspector: You are alone, correct? {probing, suspicious}
Elise: That's correct. Is that all? {calm, guarded}
Inspector: We'll be done here after we've finished our inspection. {authoritative}
Inspector: Say, would you prefer us searching the lower or upper floor first? {mocking polite, authoritative}
Elise: How kind of you to ask, but as the upper floor is my bedroom I would prefer it if you didn't inspect my bedsheets. {dry, slightly defensive}
Inspector: The upper floor then, thank you for your cooperation. {dismissive}
Inspector: Out of my way, subject. {impatient}
Elise: Fine. {annoyed}
Inspector: What's this? No wonder you're exceeding your water limit when you've been keeping illicit plants! {accusing}
Elise: Oh, what's the matter with you. {irritated}
Elise: I've worked my whole life in the factories! Can't I have some flowers to keep me company in my old age? {emotional, defensive}
Inspector: How quaint. Doesn't it get lonely, living up here all by your lonesome? {mocking, condescending}
Elise: I get by. {short, guarded}
Inspector: Anyhow, I am required to inform you that you are in breach of the ordinance on water usage and will have to {authoritative}
Sentinel: Inspector. A message. {urgent}
Elise: What are you mumbling about? {confused}
Inspector: You're in luck this time, subject. {reluctant}
Inspector: Our orders are to return for now. {formal}
Inspector: But don't be mistaken. We'll be back! {threatening}
Elise: Well, you won't be welcome next time! {defiant}
Elise: Are you alright!? {concerned, urgent}
Elise: But how strange... The authorities have never bothered me before... Let's just get inside for now. {uneasy/confused}
Elise: That sure was something... Well, it worked out in the end, didn't it! {forced optimism}
Elise: They're gone, you can come out now. {informing, gentle}
Elise: Come, let's sit down and have a talk. {warm, inviting}
Elise: That was... I always thought... {hesitant, shaken}
Elise: I always thought that if I didn't bother the authorities, then they wouldn't bother me. {confused}
Elise: What could they possibly have to do with me? I've never done anything wrong... I never... {distressed}
Elise: I follow the rules, always have. I was an exemplary employee, never took a day off even when my knees were hurting! {defensive/explaining}
Elise: I've lived an ordinary life, so why me? {explaining}
Elise: Anyway... No point in dwelling on it now! Ha... {deflecting}
Elise: Right! The bread! So forgetful these days... {light}
Elise: How did it go, did you get any? I hope it wasn't too much trouble... {hopeful, gentle}
// I got it.
Elise: Oh, wonderful. Thank you. That should be everything we need... {pleased, relieved}
Elise: Here, I'll take it. {casual, warm}
Elise: Ah... How nostalgic. I haven't had bread from here for years! All the bread we ever baked was sent away... {soft, reminiscing}
Elise: There was one time though... We... No, I bought it... Argh, why can't I remember! {frustrated, distressed}
// I stole it.
Elise: Well, if there was no other way... If they're going to stomp in here looking for plants, taking a loaf of bread in return seems like a fair deal! {rationalizing, slightly bitter}
Elise: How strange... Again, this feeling... As if-As if there's something I should be remembering, but can't. {uneasy, thinking}
Elise: If only I could remember... {quiet, longing}
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*The Past*
Secret: Do you remember how we first met? // Syndra {soft, nostalgic}
Elise: Of course I do! But thinking about it, maybe I was a bit... cold. {reflective, slightly embarrased}
Secret: You were fine! You were the only one who... // Syndra {gentle, emotional}
Secret: ... // Syndra {hesitant}
Secret: You were the only who even noticed I was there. // Syndra {quiet, sincere}
Secret: Ah, hello. I'm tZoEsb, I'm new here. Nice to meet you. // Syndra {nervous, polite} *jumbled word is 'Syndra'*
Elise: The name's Elise, do a good job and I'm sure we'll get along. {normal}
Secret: Ah, yes. Of course... I'll try my best! // Syndra {anxious}
Elise: You know what, have this. It'll help you get through the day. {casual, kind}
Secret: Oh... okay, thank you! // Syndra {surprised, grateful}
Supervisor: Get back to work! {harsh}
Elise: Ha... Those were good days... {fond, nostalgic}
Secret: Really? I was only working there for a month! // Syndra {soft}
Elise: Oh, sure... but it was a good month, wasn't it?
Elise: And even after you were transferred away... I had something to look forward to at the end of my shifts.
Secret: Ah... well... now you have something to look forward to when you come home, as well.
Elise: Ha! I guess I do, don't I...
Elise: But it all seems so small from up here... doesn't it? Just look at the view!
Secret: It really is beautiful... up here, it's like nothing else matters except for us. // Syndra {gentle}
Elise: ...I wish we could stay like this forever... {quiet}
Secret: ...oh. So do I, Elise... so do I... // Syndra {heavy, bittersweet}
Secret: It's nothing... we'll stay like this... forever. I promise. // Syndra {forced reassuring, sad}
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*The Present*
Elise: Her, again... Who is she? Why am I remembering these things? {confused}
Elise: Ha... {uneasy}
Elise: Well, there's nothing that can be done about it now, is there? Say, why don't we head out? {redirecting}
Elise: Oh? Did I forget to tell you? The bread is for a picnic! {cheerful}
Elise: I know the perfect place... in fact, you reminded me of it. It has a view over the entire Roughworks, can you believe that? {excited, nostalgic}
Elise: Although... Thinking about it, it's a bit far... I don't know if my old legs will carry me all the way there, ha! {uncertain, explaining}
Elise: Really? Oh, well thank you! {grateful, warm}
Elise: Well, what do you say, then? Just talk to me when you want to head out. {gentle, inviting}
Elise: Well, what do you say? Shall we head out? {hopeful}
Elise: Let's go, then! {bright}
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Elise: Oh, you can really see a lot from up here... Let's go! {bright, energized}
Elise: Where to? I know just the place for this! Let's see, it's... {confident, thinking}
Elise: Uh... I think... Forward! Yes, I think it was straight forward from here. Although, my memory might be a little hazy... {uncertain}
Elise: Ah, hm... I think we turn left here... {guessing, hesitant}
Elise: No, wait... It's right, we definitely have to turn right! {certain, correcting}
Elise: That house feels familiar... I think... yes, turn right here! {hopeful}
Elise: Stop! Hmm... I don't think it's across this bridge, at least. Then that must mean... {thinking, unsure}
Elise: Oh, what's the matter! We'll find it eventually, right? I'm pretty sure it's to the left! {cheerful, reassuring}
Elise: Yes, this is it! It's just around this corner, I'm sure of it! {excited}
Elise: Here! I remember now... it's in here! {confident}
Elise: I don't remember it being so overgrown, though... {uneasy}
Elise: How long has it been? I can't recall the last time I was here... {distant, reflecting}
Elise: Ah, it's blocked... Well. I didn't want to bring it up, but it seems we're out of options. {resigned}
Elise: Oh, there's no need to pretend anymore. I know what you are. You're one of them, aren't you? {calm, knowing}
Elise: The cursed, as the Crown calls them. Not that I care! {dismissive}
Elise: Why should I? I'm old! I have enough to worry about as is... {practical, tired}
Elise: Besides, it's certainly useful in situations like this, isn't it? Be a dearie and do one of your little tricks, won't you? {casual}
Elise: That's it... Let me down now, I can walk the rest of the way myself. {pleased, independent}
Elise: It's a little more... well, deserted, than I remember. But that's fine. {uneasy, hopeful}
Elise: We can take this elevator to the top. You'll have to find a way into the control room though... It shouldn't be too hard to reach! {explaining, encouraging}
Elise: It's that thing up over there. The tunnel on the right will get you to it. {explaining}
Elise: Can you hear me? I'm down here! {calling out}
Elise: Use the controls to get me up! You know how it works, right? {explaining}
Elise: Agh!! What was that!? {startled, alarmed}
Elise: It must have gotten stuck... {concerned, thinking}
Elise: Maybe if... oh, I know. Put something on the up button, then you can clear the blockage... and we'll go up. {thinking, explaining/hopeful}
Elise: Perfect! Now it will move, if only we can get it unstuck... {encouraging}
Elise: If you could get up there, somehow... {uncertain, thinking}
Elise: Agh! {startled}
Elise: Oh well, this place seems abandoned anyhow! Who cares about a little destruction? {uneasy}
Elise: Go up there and see if you can find a way to get this thing going again. {explaining}
Elise: How's it going? Can you see anything? {anxious}
Elise: Quickly, hop on! {urgent}
Elise: ... {quiet}
Elise: Did it work? {hopeful, cautious}
Elise: We're here. {relieved, bright}
Elise: Ah, isn't this place nice. The breeze, the view, everything. {soft, content}
Elise: You can even see the trees of the Auburn Forest swaying from up here... {peaceful, admiring}
Elise: And finally! A place to sit! I'm sorely in need of some relaxation after this eventful day. {tired, relieved}
Elise: Please, let's sit down and enjoy the view for a bit. {gentle, inviting}
Elise: Hm. It's strange. All day, I've been... reminiscing, I suppose. And now, seeing this view... it fills me with that same, nostalgic feeling. {soft, reflecting}
Elise: All day, I've been having these... visions of the past. Of these things I can't recall ever happening. {uncertain, explaining}
Elise: And I... well, truthfully, I'm not sure how to feel about it... {uncertain}
Elise: But I know- I know in my heart, that there's something missing... a piece that would make it all fit. {earnest, explaining}
Elise: Who is she? {quiet}
Elise: In every dream she's there beside me... but I don't even remember her name. I can't even recall her face... {distressed}
Elise: If she was this important to me... then how could I forget? {pained, confused}
Elise: How could I forget... {soft}
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Postmaster: Wait! {shouting urgent}
Postmaster: Hurgh... hurgh... One second, I need to catch my breath. {winded, strained}
Elise: Do you know this person? They're not an inspector, are they? {concerned, cautious}
Postmaster: So, as I was going to say {slightly tired}
Postmaster: Okay, fine! I'll get straight to the point. {decisive, flustered}
Postmaster: I found more letters to deliver, and I was on my way to deliver them when I saw you two running out! Can you imagine how shocked I was? {rambling, explaining}
Postmaster: That being that, I naturally decided to follow you, the good postmaster that I am. You sure didn't make it easy though! I barely managed to make it up here... It's a nice spot, by the way. {explaining, tired}
Elise: But... how could you have possibly made it up here...? {confused}
Postmaster: Getting up here is nothing to a university graduate like me! {boastful}
Postmaster: Here, your letter. {normal}
Elise: Thank you...? {uncertain}
Postmaster: Well, that was all that I came for I suppose. So... {awkward}
Elise: You came all this way just for that!? At least have a piece of bread, or something...! {surprised}
Postmaster: No, no. I couldn't possibly! Duty calls, the post isn't going to sort itself, and all that... Oh, by Her Majesty, the backlog... {flustered, anxious}
Postmaster: Right! You! I hate to admit it, but it seems you've done your job well enough. {reluctant, approving}
Postmaster: I happened to double check the records and it seems like my substitute, well, may have been someone else entirely! {awkward}
Postmaster: No harm, no foul, right? The work's already done! No taksies-backsies! Okay? {rushed, deflecting}
Postmaster: So... What'd you say? {expectant}
Postmaster: Huh, what was that? I couldn't hear you! Okay, bye! {dodging, hurried}
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Elise: What a strange person... {amused, puzzled}
Elise: But it was certainly nice of them to deliver this letter! Let me take a look. {curious, warm}
Elise: Hmm... {focused}
Elise: Oh, I don't understand... What would she have to apologize for? {confused, uneasy}
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*The Past*
Elise: Please... tZoEsb, take a breath. You're shaking.
Elise: Getting caught in a storm like that... really, I could have waited a few hours! You didn't need to push yourself to get here.
Secret: You... don't understand...
Elise: Yes, I know the weather's bad now... but eventually, it'll get better again. The clouds will clear and the sun will shine again. Right?
Secret: I...
Elise: You know, it's not so bad with rain once in a while. Means we don't have to water the flowers, at least! And nothing beats the smell of wet grass after rain, don't you agree?
Elise: We could do something after it clears up. It's been a while since you visited, so why not go to our spot? I should still have some leftover bread lying around...
Secret: Elise. You're- please, forgive me- you're in danger. I-
Elise: I'm in danger? I'm just an ordinary worker, what reason would anyone have to harm me? I'll be fine.
Elise: RxmCQz, you're the one pushing herself through this weather, clearly panicking...
Elise: I barely get to see you anymore. And now, out of nowhere, you're here in this state... What's going on? Please, just talk to me.
Secret: ...ha. I- I haven't been truthful with you, Elise, and- I can explain later. We need to get out of here, before they-
Secret: ...no. No... no, no, no...
Elise: tZoEsb... what's happening?
Secret: Why would they... no, this doesn't make any sense...
Elise: Hm. Well, then maybe it's nothing. I'll go see who it is.
Elise: As if one wasn't enough... who could possibly be foolish enough to brave a storm just to come visit this little place? Whatever it is, it can wait.
Elise: Yes, yes. I'm coming!
Elise: ...what? No...
Elise: No... No... What are you... Why are you-
Inquisitor: Apologies for the disturbance, madam. But I'm afraid we have business to attend to.
Elise: What... RxmCQz... what's going on?
Elise: tZoEsb, tZoEsb, why are they here? Why... why won't you answer me...?
Elise: What have you done? I... Please, just explain... I- I...
Secret: I... how did I overlook this...?
Inquisitor: Seems you're not quite the strategic mastermind you thought yourself, Lioness.
Secret: Elise... if you... if you just cooperate...
Secret: Then... everything will be fine. It... it will.
Secret: I promise...
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*The Present*
Elise: I... {stunned, speechless}
Elise: She... What did she do? Why did she do it? {confused}
Elise: Everything I remember... it just leaves me with more questions than answers. Why can't I remember her...? Why!? {frustrated, emotional}
Elise: I- I'm just an ordinary factory worker! I woke up early, worked late, slept late... then did it all over again the next day. {defensive}
Elise: I've never said a word about the Crown! Why would they possibly care about... me...? {confused}
Elise: They... they took everything from me. My youth, my body, my time, and... and I never demanded anything in return. {bitter, emotional}
Elise: So, why... why can't I just have this? This one, little thing? Why can't I remember her...? {pleading}
Elise: ...oh, it might sound sad... but, looking back at it all like this... {quiet, reflective}
Elise: My life doesn't seem all that great, does it? Ha. Toiling away in a factory for someone else's bread... {resigned, hollow}
Elise: But I can feel her. Even if... even if I can't remember her face, or her name, or her touch... I still feel her. Lingering in my heart. Shining. {soft, emotional, sincere}
Elise: ...it's all some sort of sick joke, isn't it? {bitter, disillusioned}
Elise: They weren't content with all I sacrificed... they had to take even my memories? Is that it...? {hurt}
Elise: Wherever you are now... whatever you did... whatever secrets you kept... I hope it was worth it. {reminiscing}
Elise: I hope you burn this entire place to the ground. {vengeful}
Elise: I just wish... we could have spent more time together. {fragile, grieving}
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*The Past*
Secret: For a long time, I went along the path that had been laid before me. I did what was right. // Syndra {calm, reflecting}
Secret: But then... I met you, Elise. // Syndra {soft, emotional}
Elise: I... I don't know what to say, tZoEsb... {flustered, touched} *jumbled word is 'Syndra'*
Secret: Close your eyes. // Syndra {gentle}
Secret: What do you see? // Syndra {soft}
Elise: I see... a bird. A pigeon, it's old and gray. Its wings no longer work like they used to... {quiet, focused}
Elise: It wants to fly, but it can't... It's struggling... {sad, empathetic}
Secret: What is it doing, Elise? // Syndra {calm, insistent}
Elise: No, I can't! It's too sad... {resisting, emotional}
Secret: Try. // Syndra {firm, encouraging}
Elise: It's sitting beneath the shade of a canopy, singing. Like a cry, almost, mourning. {somber, descriptive}
Elise: The clouds, dark clouds are gathering. A storm is coming. The bird is looking around, frantically searching. It's scared. {tense}
Elise: It... It calls out, for something... or someone... {uncertain}
Secret: Who is it calling for, Elise? // Syndra {quiet, pressing}
Elise: I... I don't know! {distressed}
Secret: Who is it looking for? // Syndra {firm, insistant}
Elise: I... I-I can't remember! {panicked}
Secret: Who did you forget? // Syndra {firm}
Elise: I won't forget! I won't forget! I won't! I promised! I promised I'd never forget you! {desperate}
???: Open your eyes. // Inquisitor {cold}
Elise: No... No... Wh-Where is this? {disoriented, afraid}
Inquisitor: You are an ordinary worker from the Roughworks. You work an ordinary job, and lead an ordinary but solitary life. {flat}
Elise: I'm... No, I'm me! {resisting, confused}
Inquisitor: She is nothing to you. You have never met her. You will never meet her. {cold, absolute}
Elise: I won't forget! {defiant}
Inquisitor: Silence! {sharp, commanding}
Inquisitor: You are nothing to her! She is nothing to you! Soon you'll forget she ever existed. {forceful, oppressive}
Elise: No, I will never forget! She was everything to me! She is everything to me! I will never forget her! {crying out, defiant}
Inquisitor: You do not know her face, nor her voice, nor her touch. {calm}
Elise: No... I... won't... {weakening, struggling}
Inquisitor: She is nothing to you. You have never met her. You will never meet her. You have always been ordinary, you will always be ordinary. {relentless}
Inquisitor: Understood? {cold, demanding}
Inquisitor: I will ask once more. Is your directive understood? {firm}
Elise: I'll never forget her! {defiant/determined}
Elise: S-Syndra! {desperate}
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Elise: Syndra! Syndra!? {panicked}
Elise: Where... Where are you... I... {lost, disoriented}
Elise: Syndra... {soft}
Syndra: Hm? What is it, Elise? {gentle, calm}
Elise: No... Nothing... I just... {hesitant, overwhelmed}
Elise: It's just... {overwhelmed}
Elise: I remembered I love you. {soft, sincere}
Syndra: And I'll never forget it, Elise. {warm, reassuring}
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// The Present
Elise: Syndra... {fait, distant}
Elise: My legs... feel funny... I think... I think I'm in need of some rest. A long, long rest... I deserve that... don't I? {tired, accepting}
Elise: You'll take me home... won't you? I want to see it, at least once more... The tree. The tree. {gentle}
// Pick up Elise?
Elise: Ah... there it is. {soft, releived}
Elise: It's grown so tall... and so beautiful. Hasn't it, Syndra...? {fond, fading}
Elise: If... If only... you could have seen it... like this... {weak, regretful}
// Elise?
Elise: ... {silent, final breath}