Guilty Gear Xrd -Sign- script

The following subpage comprises a partial verbal transcript of Guilty Gear Xrd -Sign-.

Notes

• This transcript contains cutscene dialogue from Arcade Mode.
• Transcriptions of battle dialogue and arcade quotes are found on character's individual quote lists.
• Dialogue is sorted by character name, then by location.

Sol

October 22, 2187 -- 12:47 Boston Seabed

Sin: Come on, old man... Slow the hell down!

Sol: Damn, kid...shut up. So...this is legit?

Ky: [via comm] She's definitely not human... We can't be sure, but there's an excellent chance she's the real Valentine. If we can believe her declaration of war, then no part of the world is safe.

Sol: Gnn. That's just great. So what's she worth?

Ky: [via comm] Excuse me...?

Sol: Bounty hunter, remember? I only work when there's money on the table.

Ky: [via comm] *Sigh* Very well. There is something I need to discuss with you. Bring Sin. You know where to find me. Just name your price.

Sol: A million World-Dollars.

Ky: [via comm] What? A million...?

Sol: Cash. [ends call]

Sin: Damn, old man! No mercy.

Sol: Heh. Doesn't pay.

October 22, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: They've taken the bait.

Libraria: Yes, but it was almost too easy. It makes me nervous...

Axus: Humanity's representative, the Conclave, is in talks with Ramlethal... No one will put two and two together...not in this chaotic world.

Chronus: Regardless, we cannot allow ourselves to be distracted by the likes of Sol Badguy. Handle it, Ramlethal Valentine.

October 25, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

(Appears in all character paths:)

Axus: All is proceeding according to plan. Our preparations are nearly complete. The dawn of human reform is near.

Libraria: All that remains is to await the activation of the Cradle.

Chronus: It will not be long before this world breaks free and begins anew. ...Begins anew, as the world we wish it to be.

October 26, 2187 -- 11:17 Neo Newyork

Ky: Sol! Thank goodness you made it.

Sin: Is our pilgrimage finally over? About time.

Sol: Yeah. Time to go.

Ky: W-What?! You're going alone!? Other nations are already mobilizing. We should wait!

Sol: Other nations? You really think an army of humans can even stop that thing?

Ky: Perhaps not, but we need to attack with all we have. I can't lose you now! ...Besides, there's something we need to discuss.

Sol: Sounds like none of my business. You understand what a bounty hunter is, right? That means I go where the bounties are. End of story.

Ky: It seems my words fall on deaf ears.

Sol: Glad to see you figured it out. Hope you haven't gotten soft.

Ky: How foolish. One does not sit long on the throne with a dull blade!

Sol: Good!

[Fight ensues.]

Ky: Gah...!

Sin: Ky...? You okay...?

Sol: ...Not bad. For you. But I don't have time to wait for backup. I've got a few questions for that punk, and they're a litte...personal.

Ky: Get in the cargo bay. I'm coming with you.

Sol: Hmph. Suit yourself.

October 28, 2187 -- 14:35 Japan

Sin: Look! The world's...bending. Where the hell is that...? Are the people down there okay?!

Ky: That direction is... Babylon!

Sol: ...Damn. They sure know how to bait the trap. They got us.

Sin: Bait? Got us...? What are you talking about?

Sol: Why don't you ask her?

Ramlethal: Welcome. Well done.

[Fight ensues.]

Sin: Hell yeah! That's more like it!

Sol: What're you really after?

Ramlethal: What do you mean?

Sol: Cut the crap. There's more to this.

Ramlethal: Ah, you noticed...

Sol: You declare war on the world, then sit on your ass in the middle of nowhere? Smelled fishy to me, but we had to come out here and see. You're after something inside Babylon, aren't you?

Ramlethal: ...Very clever. The outcome of this battle wasn't important. We won the moment you set foot on out soil. You wanted to know what I was after? I suppose I can tell you now. ...It's always been the same thing. I'm going to remove all of this world's redundancies. Every one of you will die! [ground trembles]

Sin: Wh-What?!

[In Babylon, the Cradle dematerializes with a red information wave swallowing everyone in range, killing them.]

Sin: The people! The people are disappearing!

Sol: That energy... Don't tell me there's another Valentine out there?

Sin: Goddamnit old man! We gotta save him!

Ky: No! They couldn't... Then...could she have been telling the truth?

Sol: Ky? Just what the hell do you know?

Ramlethal: [jumps in, grabs Sol by the collar, and flies away from Ky and Sin] Okay, that's enough. I'm completely expendable. I'm a pawn, you see. I think it's time we died. Let's go together.

Sin: Get out of there now! She's getting ready to blow you up!

Sol: Shit...

Ky

October 21, 2187 -- 20:32 Royal Fleet One

Ky: A single girl has declare war on the entire world... Apparently our intel was correct.

Swordsman: Unfortunately, this makes Opus's activation even more worrying...

Ky: It is entirely possible our own government can no longer be trusted. We must ooperate on out own from now on.

Swordsman: I shall accompany you.

Ky: I thank you. It seems as though the crusade only just ended... People want answers. I can scarcely blame them, after all the things that they've seen. First we retrieve Sol. Then, to Japan.

Swordsman: Should we prepare payment in advance, as usual?

Ky: No doubt he'll demand it... 300,000 World Dollars should be sufficient.

October 23, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: Our operation has begun, just as planned.

Libraria: Things are moving almost too smoothly.

Axus: Humanity's representative, the Conclave, is in talks with Ramlethal... No one will put two and two together...not in this chaotic world.

Chronus: Nonetheless, the information Ky Kiske possesses could be a treat to us all. Do not lower your guard until the task is complete.

October 25, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

See Sol's section.

October 26, 2187 -- 11:17 Neo Newyork

[Cutscene dialogue is the same as Sol's. Fight ensues.]

Sol: Hmph. Doesn't a bigwig like you have better things to do? You're more of a pain than I remember.

Ky: I have responsibilities I must be ready to give my life for. I cannot let my pride or my skills languish.

Sin: ...

Sol: Fine, whatever. Don't think we've got time to wait for your cavalry, though.

Ky: What?

Sol: You have to feel it too. Something's about to happen.

Ky: ! Wh-What is this?!

Sin: I feel it too...like something massive is trying to swallow the world whole...

Sol: Come on! Move it!

October 28, 2187 -- 14:35 Japan

Sin: Look! The world's...bending. And that feeling's getting stronger... Hey, old man! What the hell is that!?

Sol: That's...that's Babylon!

Ky: I was afraid this would happen... This is no time to be discouraged. Sol, this is a diversion. We need to get to Babylon, immediately!

Ramlethal: Interesting... You knew...?

Ky: ...!

Ramlethal: Well, whatever you knew, it must not have been everything. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Ky: Ramlethal... Valentine!

Ramlethal: Welcome. Well done.

Ky: Unfortunately, we're out of time. I can't afford mercy at the moment.

[Fight ensues.]

Ky: We can still make it in time. Quickly, to Babylon--

Ramlethal: ...You won't.

Ky: What?

Ramlethal: Why do you think I chose this place? There is no force, physical or magical, that can stop the Cradle. It will eliminate every last one of the redundancies holding this world back!. Every one of you will die! [ground trembles]

Ky: Wh-What's happening?!

[Babylon cutscene.]

Sin: All those people are disappearing!

Sol: That energy... Is there another Valentine?

Sin: Damnit! She's killing them! Can't you do something?!

Ky: That's not possible! Then she was telling the truth about everything after all. Then I ask... What is the Conclave's response?!

May

October 21, 2187 at 13:05 MAY SHIP II

May: Ugh... I can't tell if my head hurts, or if it's just itchy or dirty or something...

April: May... Was Ramlethal telling the truth? Or not?

May: Huh? Hm...I donno!

April: Ha... I should've known.

May: But! We do know that Ramlethal is out there scaring people, right? That means...we gotta go beat her up!

April: Whoa, whoa, hold on! She just declared war on the whole entire world! Aren't you scared?

May: "Smile in the face of danger" is the Jellyfish Pirate motto, right? If Johnny were here, I know that's what he'd say.

April: Yeah, you're right... Easy it is, then! All right, and away we go!

October 23, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: Our operation has begun, just as planned.

Libraria: Things are moving almost too smoothly.

Axus: Humanity's representative, the Conclave, is in talks with Ramlethal... No one will put two and two together...not in this chaotic world.

Chronus: Beware... Even wisdom can hide among even commoners. Do not lower your guard until the task is complete.

October 25, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

See Sol's section.

October 26, 2187 at 9:17 Japan Colony

Chipp: Hey, wait!

May: Huh?

Chipp: Where do you think you're going? The only thing that way is Japan.

May: Right! I'm gonna go beat up Ramlethal. I can't let her get away with all the trouble she's causing!

Chipp: Whoa whoa whoa... No way I can let you go now. That's dangerous.

May: Rrrrrgh. Stop treating me like a kid!

Chipp: Only if you stop acting like one. It's dangerous!

[Fight ensues.]

May: ...Why were you holding back?

Chipp: Heh. You calmed down a bit?

May: Huh?

Chipp: I don't know what lit a fire under your ass, but look around. Your friends are worried about you.

May: Oh...I...

Chipp: If you're supposed to be the leader here, you should really keep an eye on your crew.

May: You're right... I'm sorry.

Chipp: Honesty. Good. A kunoichi needs that. By the way... Do you know where Ramlethal is?

May: Y-Yeah... I think I do.

Chipp: In that case, I appoint myself your chaperone. Now let me on your ship.

October 28, 2187 at 13:55 Japan

May: This was Japan, huh... Aaah... My head's feeling all weird again.

Chipp: Shit! There's a lot of ki out there! You think it's Ramlethal?

May: Wh-What should we do? This is too much...

Ramlethal: Stop whining. ...Still, I didn't expect a civilian to make it this far. Welcome. Well done.

May: ...?!

Ramlethal: Wait...are you...Japanese?

May: Huh?

Ramlethal: Ah, well, that makes sense. It's too late for you, though.

[Fight ensues.]

May: *Pant* *Pant* Y-Yes...!

Chipp: BUSHIDOOOOOOO!

Ramlethal: C-Could this be...?!

May: Um...what are we supposed to do now?

Ramlethal: Whatever you want. I'm just a pawn.

May: What?

Ramlethal: The time has come. I'm going to remove all of this world's redundancies. Every one of you will die! [ground trembles]

May: Wh-What?!

[Babylon cutscene.]

May: No... They're disappearing! We have to help them!

Ramlethal: Too late. The process has already begun.

May: Then stop it!

Ramlethal: I can't do that. What's done is done. You and I have served our purpose, Japanese girl. It's all over for us now.

May: Japanese...What does that even mean?

Ramlethal: Something that is still at least somewhat valuable to us. But something that the rest of humanity considers a disease.

May: ...What?

Faust

October 3, 2187 at 15:07 Down Town (Illyria)

Faust: [reading letter delivered by a bat] Hmm... I see, I see. Of course! Ah, every man needs a best friend. Finally, I can uncover the truth behind my greatest failure... A long and windy road it was...but perhaps my days as a back-alley doctor are through. Of course, the sins I've committed since then can hardly be wiped away, but... ...I suppose I do owe the vampiric gentleman a complimentary dental checkup or two. [to bat] Could you show me the way?

October 22, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: The time has finally come to initiate our plan.

Libraria: ...Yes.

Axus: I thought this day would never come, but solving the art of resurrection has expedited it. A feat never before successful, since the dawn of time.

Chronus: We owe our thanks to the doctor... His research allowed this plan to come to fruition.

Axus: True... But are you sure we can afford to ignore him now?

Chronus: Yes. Even if he learns the truth now, there is little he would be able to do.

October 23, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

See Sol's section.

October 5, 2187 at 20:40 Villa Vampir

Slayer: I'm glad to see you've come--and promptly at that.

Faust: No no, I must thank you for the invitation. Though if you don't mind, I'd like to cut to the chase.

Slayer: Very well, but might we have a short apéritif first?

Faust: Not exactly what I had in mind... But I can humor you.

[Fight ensues.]

Slayer: I apologize for asking you to entertain an old man. Now, as to the reason you've come. As I said in my letter, your malpractice incident was almost certainly staged by the Conclave.

Faust: But I don't understand. Why would they?

Slayer: The details are beyond me. Any more would be speculation. What I do know is that the man responsible for your fall, Zato-ONE, is quarantined in one of the Conclave's underground laboratories.

Faust: What?! I heard he had shuffled from his mortal coil...

Slayer: Then perhaps you should see for yourself.

Faust: But of course. Thank you very much. And if I may be so bold... Perhaps consider a different pastime.

Slayer: Duly noted. Godspeed.

October 14, 2187 at 15:21 Opera House

Faust: Zato-ONE... I can't believe it. Alive after all?

Zato: You...? So many guests today. If you've come this far, I can guess what has brought you: Your "mistake"...and the conspiracy behind it.

Faust: Thanks goodness we're on the same page. To be quite frank...I confess I feel a powerful urge to slaughter you, as the man responsible for ruining my life.

Zato: All too understandable. Please, fell free.

[Fight ensues.]

Zato: Kill me if you wish. You have every right to... ...And so I am sorry to ask, but could you, perhaps, give me some time before you do?

Faust: [stands to his full height] "Sorry"?! Silence! If you would apologize, apologize to that girl and her family! ...Forgive me, I'm afraid I've lost control.

Zato: You see... You proposed an unauthorized procedure...to save a young girl's life. But you were denied...repeatedly. Resurrection. Your procedure held the secret. The secret of returning a once-dead human body to life.

Faust: I don't see what the problem was with that.

Zato: The Conclave needed those secrets to remain secret, or their plans would be irreparably compromised. However... You chose to perform the procedure anyway, in defiance of their orders. They asked me to see you were taken care of. I myself only discovered the truth behind these lies very recently.

Faust: Such foolishness! Have they gone mad? Just what is the Conclave trying to accomplish with all of this?

Zato: To start a war...a global conflict. A war to create a whole new world.

Potemkin

October 22, 2187 at 14:21 Zepp Warship

Potemkin: [without his helmet] Internal energy levels from the gravitational disturbance have reached 334 Zs. It's interference margin with the earth's axis is 0.8H. The maximum physical compensation we've detected is 4,506 Frz. I am now certain. This Ramlethal creature cannot possibly be human. A direct confrontation on our own would be foolish. We must secure U.N. support.

Gabriel: [via Potemkin's gauntlet's holographic device] Mm. They have requested our scientific insight already. They will have it. Before, we have used science, not diplomacy. Our technology is more advanced than that of other nations. However. This time I feel we must work together.

Potemkin: We do not, however, understand why Ramlethal hasn't left Japan, which is... worrying. It must have a role to play in their planned calamity.

Gabriel: We offered our full cooperation to the U.N. in preparation for the worst-case scenario. Potemkin, I want you to scout the area. Find out what you can.

Potemkin: [put on helmet] Understood, Mr. President.

October 23, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: Our operation has begun, just as planned.

Libraria: Things are moving almost too smoothly.

Axus: Humanity's representative, the Conclave, is in talks with Ramlethal... No one will put two and two together...not in this chaotic world.

Chronus: We cannot ignore the Floating Continent of Zepp. Their scientific development may exceed our expectations.

October 25, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

See Sol's section.

October 25, 2187 at 6:06 Nightmare Theater

Potemkin: ...What is this...?

Bedman: Truth and lies, but... Maybe "dream" would make more sense to you.

Potemkin: Who's there?!

Bedman: [teleport in] Mmm, really? Not very polite. Also predictable. Very disappointing. *Sigh* No one understands what I go through. Constantly bombarded with inane questions... Yes yes, I know, who am I, what do I want, et cetera. Unfortunately, I can't say, obviously. The mysterious figure has to remain anonymous, or what's the point? And at the moment I really can't have you running into Ramlethal. Your friends are very...nimble, shall we say.

Potemkin: ...

Bedman: Hm. Sorry, I ramble. The gist of all this is that I need to decommission you.

[Fight ensues.]

Potemkin: Why did you hold back? What are you after?

Bedman: Well, I DID say "decommission," not "kill." Specificity is important. I've kept you here for...well, for long enough. Now, if you don't report to you President soon, Zepp might start to move. And I really, really don't want that.

Potemkin: ...!

Bedman: Farewell! [teleports away]

Potemkin: My hands won't stop shaking... Who was he?!

October 28, 2187 at 14:03 Japan

Potemkin: This...this is Japan! Was I inside his dream for three days?!

Ramlethal: A soldier from Zepp...? Welcome. Well done.

Potemkin: Ramlethal!

Ramlethal: You're alone... If the army has followed you, that would have been a problem. ...Although none of that matters now, I suppose.

Potemkin: What are you up to?! And what is the meaning of that phenomenon to the west!?

Ramlethal: Knowing wouldn't change anything. I've fulfilled my purpose.

Potemkin: That answer is unacceptable. This situation dictates a change in mission parameters. I'm activating Plan Z.

[Fight ensues.]

Potemkin: What is the meaning of this?!

Ramlethal: I told you, my work here is done. Win, lose... It was never going to change anything.

Potemkin: What are you...?

Ramlethal: [ground trembles] All redundancies will be eliminated.

Potemkin: What is this vibration...?

[Babylon cutscene.]

Potemkin: Humans...disappearing? Impossible! What's causing this!?

Gabriel: [via gauntlet] Respond. Potemkin, come in!

Potemkin: Mr. President!

Gabriel: [via hologram] The situation has taken a turn for the worst. I'm calling you back.

Potemkin: What about Ramlethal?

Ramlethal: I'm only a pawn... I still can't believe how many of you fools fell into our trap.

Potemkin: What?!

Ramlethal: This is it, the end for all humanity. You're finished. The moment you failed to prevent the activation of the Cradle? Right then your fate was sealed.

Potemkin: Rrgh...! There must be something...!

Chipp

October 21, 2187 at 13:10 Eastern Chipp Kingdom

Answer: H-Hey! Boss! Wai-- I mean, please, wait!

Chipp: I'm not "boss" anymore, I'm President!

Answer: Yes, of course, but we still haven't been formally recognized by other nations... Besides, isn't it a little weird to call it the "Eastern Chipp Kingdom" if you're a president?

Chipp: It just sounds better! Don't sweat the details, man.

Answer: Moving on... The world has been terrified ever since Ramlethal made her declaration. So please, don't run off.

Chipp: You're thinking too small. A hero who saves the whole world can found his own country. Right?!

Answer: I...don't think it's quite that simple... But sometimes I think we're as happy as we are because our boss IS that simple.

Chipp: Pre see dent! Take care of the place while I'm gone! [teleports]

October 23, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Same as May's version.

October 25, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

See Sol's section.

October 25, 2187 at 10:42 Neo Newyork

Ky: Chipp Zanuff... What are you doing here?

Chipp: What? C'mon, what kind of stupid questions is that? Aren't you going after Ramlethal too?

Ky: No. I mean yes, I mean of course I am, but don't tell me you intend to fight that thing alone?!

Chipp: Uh, of course I do. If I partner up with you the only credit I'll get in the papers will be something like "and some punk."

Ky: I don't know what's made you so upset, but I cannot allow your recklessness to continue.

Chipp: Heh.

[Fight ensues.]

Ky: Guh...!

Chipp: Heh. Even a punk like me understands the responsibilities of a king... But see, that's it, you know? We need strength, not logic. People need somebody strong to show them the way.

Ky: ...

Chipp: Next time we meet, it's be at that International Conference...Meeting...Thing! (Sayonara!)

Ky: ...Does...does he actually intend to run the entire way...?

October 28, 2187 at 13:55 Japan

Chipp: Ha! Looks like I'm the first one here! ...Wh-What?! No, it can't... There's a whole lot of ki out there... Isn't this where Ramelthal should be?!

Ramlethal: Who are you? Welcome. Well done.

Chipp: I knew you'd show yourself, demon!

Ramlethal: Demon...? Well, at least you seem to grasp the difference in strength between us.

Chipp: Something like that. But first...what the hell is that cloud over there?!

Ramlethal: Why should I bother trying to explain it? You're all about to die--

Chipp: Gah, forget it! I've had enough of all the "ominous" crap! The shit's hitting the fan over there, right?! Then that's where I need to be!

Ramlethal: Idiot... You can't get there in time. The Cradle is already--

Chipp: Just shut up. You don't have any idea how fast I can move, do you? Hmph. Guess you're not as talkative now, huh? Then I guess I'll just have to beat you up and stop you.

[Fight ensues.]

Ramlethal: I underestimated you... Is this power "ki"...?

Chipp: EXACTLY! Now where the hell is Ky?! Important stuff is happening! Oh, that reminds me...I need a witness to back up my story!

Ramlethal: You're...awfully naive.

Chipp: All right. You. Stop that thing.

Ramlethal: I told you...it's too late. I'm just a pawn in this game. This battle was never going to determine anything.

Chipp: What?!

Ramlethal: The time has come. [ground trembles] I'm going to remove all of this world's redundancies.

Chipp: What?!

[Babylon cutscene.]

Chipp: Damnit! What in the hell is going on here?!

Ramlethal: Every single one of you is going to die a horrible death. It's all over now. As soon as the Cradle was activated, the future was set. There's nothing you can do to stop it.

Chipp: I have ZERO idea what you're saying, but I'M the one here who decides what happens and what doesn't! Don't you even know who I am? I'm the PRESIDENT!

Zato

October 14, 2187 at 10:01 Dimensional Prison

Zato: [floating in a pitch-black space] Consent. Rebellion. Overkill... Legs...

Eddie: Hey, why don't we go outside, leave this world of shadows?

Zato: Drill.

Eddie: ...

Zato: Renaissance...

Eddie: Still not up to having a real conversation, are we? You do realize we're the first creatures in history to come back from the dead. We need to be cool.

Zato: Infinite possibilities become void as a result of infinite experience. Even that concept is pointless, as words are only a prison from which we derive our own unique false meaning. Reality...reality is only a white sheet painted black. Here, outside... It makes no difference. Rainbow...

Eddie: Good grief...

Zato: Rage. Deep purple. Human chair. Heaven's gate. Millia. ...Millia...? She...she's close. I can feel her. Perhaps the outside is not so bad...

October 14, 2187 at 12:03 Opera House

Venom: L-Lord Zato?!

Millia: Is that really you?

Zato: Yes. Millia...you can still... But why? Everything is false grandeur; a barren wasteland, where all I have left is the comfort of resentment. Or so I thought...

Venom: Something's wrong...

Millia: Only one way to find out what!

[Fight ensues.]

Millia: This...! It has to be... Is he even STRONGER?!

Zato: My mind is no longer with me. I have no interest in...anything. And yet, this empty shell still reacts to one thing... You, Millia.

Millia: Zato...?

Zato: That is why I will protect you. Now...I have something to live for.

September 30, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: The time has finally come to initiate our plan.

Libraria: ...Yes.

Axus: I thought this day would never come, but solving the art of resurrection has expedited it. A feat never before successful, since the dawn of time.

Chronus: Of course, Zato, the subject, does not seem pleased...

Axus: How should we account for this variable?

Chronus: Leave him be. He is a shell of his past self, without emotion or any wordly desires.

Arcade opening plays.

October 28, 2187 at 14:12 Japan

Zato: It has begun... That vortex must point the way to the Conclave... We arrived too late.

Ramlethal: ...I didn't think I'd see you outside. Welcome. Well done.

Zato: Now that it has come to this, I have no more reason to be here. I shall return home.

Ramlethal: Suit yourself. Your days are limited. All redundancies will be eliminated. You can't stop us.

Zato: I bid you farewell. [starts to leave but returns] ... ...But before I do, one question. While you are right to call me redundant, you seem to use it for all of humanity as well. I thought perhaps it was simply condescension, but...perhaps it's more than that.

Ramlethal: ...What difference does it make?

Zato: It would tell me who I am about to fight.

Ramlethal: I take back what I said. You might disrupt our plan after all.

[Fight ensues.]

Ramlethal: Guh...!

Zato: Before I finish you, answer my question. Can the activation of the Cradle be stopped?

Ramlethal: It's pointless to threaten me. I'm only a pawn in this game.

Zato: Then you don't know what happens afterwards?

Ramlethal: After...? All of you will die with your world.

Zato: As I thought!

[Babylon cutscene.]

Zato: The Conclave's plan has already been set in motion. In truth...I fear I cannot face this one alone. I may have been reborn, but my sins are not, and never will be, cleansed. Millia... I fear...I fear for the survival of humankind. Can either of us ever find the answers we seek...?

Millia

???

Millia: [running through a forest] (Zato... Where are you...)

September 29, 2187 at 14:35 Assassin's Hideout

Venom: My presence here should serve as assurance that this is genuine.

Millia: It's good to see you too, Venom.

Venom: The Conclave has been using him to control us for far too long. It has to stop.

Millia: Zato's return means the return of the Guild, the real Guild. You can't afford to ignore this opportunity.

Venom: You seem rather calm. I know you've left, but this information concerns you as well.

Millia: Don't be so sure. But I do understand why you decided to share this with me.

Venom: All we need now is a location. One more thing, though... You do understand that we're being watched?

Millia: Of course I do. I realize that means if we should meet on the battlefield...

Millia & Venom: ...We fight.

October 1, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Same as Zato's version.

October 12, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

See Sol's section.

October 14, 2187 at 11:27 Opera House

Millia: This is the Conclave's lab. If that information was right, Zato should be-- [rushes in]

Venom: ...Millia?

Millia: Venom... Well, the Conclave certainly has a twisted sense of humor. But if you're here...I must be getting close.

Venom: ...! I see... I understand. I believe we agreed, though... The next time we met, we'd be enemies.

Millia: Heh. I suppose our relationship is just as twisted.

[Fight ensues.]

Venom: Guh...!

Millia: I wouldn't move if I were you. Sorry, but I couldn't exactly play nice. We needed to put on a nice, convincing show, after all.

Venom: ...I apologize. Are...are you certain, though?

Millia: Yes. Zato is here, in this facility.

Venom: Ha. They've played me like a fiddle. You have to hurry. Now that I've been defeated...I shudder to think what could happen to Zato. [both are startled]

Millia: ...What?!

October 14, 2187 at 12:03 Opera House

Zato: Millia... Millia, is that you?

[Cutscene dialogue is the same as Zato's. Fight ensues.]

Millia: This...! It has to be... Is he even STRONGER?!

Zato: Are you testing me...? Of course... "Do what you will..."

Millia: What?!

Zato: That was what the Easter Lily meant to you. Your favorite flower...

Millia: Zato, you...!

Venom: It really is you, then!

Millia: I still don't understand... What was it that made the Conclave decide to revive you?

Zato: They are not interested in the art of resurrection, per se. They do not care about the "how." All that matters to them is now I am alive. You see? That is why I have become this dull and uninteresting soul.

Millia: ...What do you mean?

Zato: War is coming. The Conclave intends to start a war to remake the world...and it is about to begin.

Axl

October 22, 2192 17:23 Babylon in 5 years

Axl: Argh, damnit... This future again? Not that I've ever been able to pick where I go, but... Why do I have to keep ending up here? [screen turns red] Whoa! What the--?!

The Original: Axl Low...

Axl: Who's there? Who are you?!

The Original: The first person to set foot in this realm... The Original. If the time traveler wishes to progress further, he must deliver a message... ...A message for That Man...the Gear Maker... [screen returns to normal]

Axl: ... ...Eh?! What the hell was that? Who was that voice? The Gear Maker, huh? ...Damn. Well that's just great. How do I find him?!

October 23, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: Our operation has begun, just as planned.

Libraria: Things are moving almost too smoothly.

Axus: Humanity's representative, the Conclave, is in talks with Ramlethal... No one will put two and two together...not in this chaotic world.

Chronus: Some have deviated from the path of logic. We can no longer meddle in the events of his world. Do not lower your guard until the task is complete.

October 25, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

See Sol's section.

October 25, 2187 18:06 Nightmare Theater

Axl: W-Whoa, where am I...? Is that old geezer going to show up again? Brilliant... I've got no idea what he wants me to do, he barelt told me anything. Hey! Grandpa! "Original" or whatever you're called!

Bedman: Yelling inside another person's dream is hardly good manners.

Axl: Great, another wanker.

Bedman: Hardly. Unlike my present boorish company I am useful, wholesome, reliable, modest, and loyal. And at the very least, compared to someone--you--who's been meddling with causality, I'm quite normal.

Axl: Okay, okay, geez... Wait, you know who I am?

Bedman: Know you? Of course. Who wouldn't? You're a person of interest. Great interest. Top of our list, in fact.

Axl: I don't like the sound of that...

[Fight ensues.]

Axl: (Aw man, this is bad, real bad... I don't stand a chance against him...)

Bedman: I'm afraid I can't let you live. You've been marked for deletion. Time to pray. If you pray. Good-bye. [Axl is caught in a black vortex.] Wh-What--?! Damnit! I-No?!

Axl: Whoaaaaaaaa! [disappears]

Bedman: I've sealed all possible exits, but...apparently not all of the entrances. Still to penetrate my realm...heh. ...Hmph. This is not a failure. Absolutely not. Why should failure imply the antithesis of success? Shortsighted. No, far more important things for me to consider. Such as... In a world with no light, darkness is not made up of shadows... ...Or how a life unborn is not truly alive, but cannot possibly be dead. All words are contradictory. Hm...perhaps I should say instead that I have "produced results."

October 28, 2192 at 18:48 Babylon in 5 years

Axl: Wh-Whoaaaaa...gah! Ah man, you've gotta be kidding me! Again?! Still...you saved men... Thank you, God, or gods, or whatever you are!

I-No: It's very flattering of you to call me a god. You're welcome, my child. I called you to this timeline.

Axl: Huh? Wait...but this is our first meeting in this timeline. And you..."called" me...?

I-No: All right, fine, you fell into my net. Better? Now. You've spoken to the "Original," haven't you. He he, this is going better that I'd hoped...

Axl: Original...? Wait, yeah, that's right! Can you--

I-No: How you found out about him is beyond me, but... There are some things about this world you weren't meant to know, and there's only one way to make sure you don't...

Axl: Wh-Whoa, wait, hold on a second here!

[Fight ensues.]

Axl: He just asked me to deliver a message!

I-No: A message? To me? From who?

Axl: Hey, look, I donno the details either. I just woke up in some weird place and he tells me to "Go find the Gear Maker" or something. And if I do, I can stop the apocalypse!

I-No: Impossible! (The Original actually tried to communicate? But...why would he contact That Man directly...?)

Axl: Hey, wait, you're always hanging out with That Man, right?! Think you can deliver the message for me?

I-No: ...All right, fine. I will.

Axl: Heh. Thanks, I owe you one.

I-No: (The timing here can't be a coincidence. Could this really be happening?) Finally, the day is here. My chance to light up this dull future with amazing fireworks!

Axl: Fireworks, huh...? H-Hey, uh, bit late on this, but...That Man is the war criminal who kind of...started the Crusades, isn't he? Does that mean I've...just gotten myself into some really seriously deep trouble?

I-No: Oh, don't worry. In fact, you might be our savior.

Axl: R-Really...? Well, I guess that's good. W-Wait a sec! You said you called me to this timeline... Does...does that mean you can send people anywhere you want in time?! Send me back! Send me back home! 20th Century Cotswolds! My street! May 14th, 1998!

I-No: I can send you back, but...the future is anyone's guess. For now, I think you should probably go to the Integration Point.

Axl: Huh? I what? Whaaaaaaaaa--?!

Venom

September 3, 2187 at 15:36 Assassin's Hideout

Venom: [answering a call] This the first time you've contacted us directly. If you're trying to circumvent the Post-War Administration Bureau, you may want to rethink your actions. Wh-What...?! I do not understand your motives. If you think you pull my strings--the Assassin's Guild's strings--then you're gravely mistaken. ... My apologies. Please, forgive me. First, however, I must verify your information myself. You claim Zato, our late leader, has been brought back to life. Fine. But I need proof. [ends call] This means we'll likely need Millia in the shadows...

October 1, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: The time has finally come to initiate our plan.

Libraria: ...Yes.

Axus: I thought this day would never come, but solving the art of resurrection has expedited it. A feat never before successful, since the dawn of time.

Chronus: Of course, Zato, the subject, does not seem pleased...

Axus: Are you certain we can trust Venom to dispose of this variable?

Chronus: It matters not. those two are confined to a place that renders them... Irrelevant.

October 1, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Axus: It seems some individuals have learned of Zato's whereabouts.

Chronus: That hardly matters. The Dimensional Prison was never intended as a permanent solution.

Axus: What should we do with Zato? There are fluctuations in his speech patterns.

Libraria: I find that hard to believe. Could his consciousness actually be returning?

Chronus: Even so, it shouldn't pose a problem. Even if someone managed to identify the body, it will be too late. Soon, the Cradle will be activated. The results of Zato's sacrifice were unprecedented.

October 14, 2187 at 11:27 Opera House

Millia: This is the Conclave's lab. If that information was right, Zato should be-- [rushes in]

Venom: ...Millia?

Millia: Venom... Well, the Conclave certainly has a twisted sense of humor.

Venom: Interesting. If you're here, then that must mean...

Millia: Yes.

Venom: Lord Zato is somewhere inside... Ha. I feel like a fool. The Conclave dangled him in front of me, and I let them lead me down the garden path. They fooled me into guarding the very place where he was being kept... Regardless, I think I've made my point clear. I'm being watched by the Conclave.

Millia: I know. I believe we agreed that the next time we met, we'd be enemies...

Venom: Heh. For someone else, this might seem ironic, but given our history...

[Fight ensues.]

Millia: G-Guh...!

Venom: You're done. I have no doubt a performance like that has convinced any Conclave observers. Now, where is Lord Zato?

Millia: The invisible space, probably... The dimensional prison. This unlocking charm should--

Zato: That will not be necessary.

October 14, 2187 at 12:03 Opera House

Venom: L-Lord Zato?!

Millia: Is that really you?

Zato: Yes. Millia...you can still... But why? Everything is false grandeur; a barren wasteland, where all I have left is the comfort of resentment. Or so I thought...

Venom: Something's wrong... Forgive me my lord, but I must be sure!

[Fight ensues.]

Venom: Such power... There is no doubt, you are my master. [bows to him] I apologize for my insolence, but under the circumstances... I will accept any punishment.

Zato: Raise your head. All of this is no one's fault by my own. However, there is something I must ask you.

Venom: [stands up] ...?

Zato: I need to locate the Conclave, and while I do, I want you to take care of Millia.

Venom: P-Please, let me accompany you--!

Zato: You are the only person I can trust, and therefore the only person for this task.

Venom: Then...what happens now?

Zato: The Conclave means to use the Cradle. Their intent is to change the world. That is why they've allied with a monster... And why they want to understand the secrets that are hidden inside my body.

Venom: Change...? What is it they want?

Zato: A great war. The Conclave's war. A war that will create a new world. [walks away]

Venom: The Holy Crusade has only just ended, and already mankind faces extinction again...? A new conflict. I can see it waiting over the horizon... Lord Zato... What did humanity do to earn this karma...?

Slayer

October 6, 2187 at 21:35 Villa Vampir

Slayer: Hmm...

Sharon: [serving him tea] ...Did something happen?

Slayer: I received a message from a friend with whom I thought I had lost contact. Zato is among the living, it seems.

Sharon: Zato? He's alive?

Slayer: He is alive NOW might be more accurate way of putting it.

Sharon: That's impossible, at least without resurrection.

Slayer: Yes. A phenomenon the world has yet to see, even among my own illustrious vampiric brethren. This could mean a new dawn for mankind or a new nightfall. [jumps to the balcony] Sharon, would you care to take a stroll? I've a great many questions that need answers.

Sharon: Of course. I'll always be at your side.

October 1, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Same as Zato's version.

October 5, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

See Sol's section.

October 14, 2187 at 14:15 Opera House

Venom: You?!

Slayer: Ah, you must be Venom.

Venom: Sir, I gave been placed in charge of the Assassin's Guild you created. ...Would it be foolish of me to ask why you're here?

Slayer: Yes it would. I have come to speak with Zato, not you.

Venom: I mean no disrespect, but you left the Guild of your own accord... ...You no longer have the right to our information.

Slayer: A pity... I know thieves share no honor, but I had thought we assassins were somewhat better.

[Fight ensues.]

Venom: Guh... You've lost none of your skill...!

Slayer: Your devotion is commendable, but a gentleman must remain calm and collected at all times. Nonetheless, you have nothing to fear. I am not here as an enemy.

October 14, 2187 at 14:32 Opera House

Zato: Lord Slayer. It has been...a while. Eyelids.

Slayer: Rumors of your resurrection were true... What is the meaning of this?

Zato: I am sorry you have to see me like this. Eggs. When I died, my soul vanished, and I thought I had lost...everything.

Slayer: How unfortunate. The once-elegant Zato I once knew is no more, then?

Zato: Perhaps no. I can say with certainty that this is Zato-ONE, in body and soul. Would you care to find out for yourself.

[Fight ensues.]

Slayer: Very nicely done. You haven't forgotten your manners, I see.

Zato: Naturally. One: No matter how grim the situation, eliminating the target comes before all else: Even preserving one's own life. Two: One must hone their skills so that killing comes as naturally as breathing. Three: It is not will, nor pride, nor victory, nor death that truly decides a battle... ...Nor is it the ability to manipulate or dominate others. The most important thing in life is, of course...

Slayer & Zato: ...Dandyism.

Slayer: Well done! I'm flattered you remember our old traditions.

[Sharon is serving both tea.]

Slayer: Have you learned why the Conclave would want you back among the living? Present company excluded, of course.

Zato: More or less. They revived me, yes, but... They never bothered to question or command me. I can drawn only one conclusion. They were never interested in Zato-ONE.

Slayer: Resurrection is the great key to immortality. Do you believe an end to death could be their ultimate goal?

Zato: No. I do not. I believe they are concerned with the sacrilegious secrets inside this body...

Slayer: Sacrilegious... ...! Then you mean the art of resurrection...no, that can't possibly be true!

I-No

October 17, 2187 at 10:01 Cappadocia

I-No: It's almost here...again. No matter how many times I killed Ramlethal, history never changed. But That Man has been led into this cycle... Something has to change. That dull gray world... Time to put it to the test. The first thing I'll do is rip off Sol's ****.

October 19, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: Things are progressing according to plan.

Axus: Indeed, A new dawn for humankind draws nearer.

Libraria: Can that tremendous power truly be controlled?

Axus: All that we do, we do for humanity. Who else but us can carry out this mission?

Chronus: This is no turning back... Which is why we have allied ourselves with Ramlethal Valentine. Now, let us go. We will rewrite the history of humankind.

Arcade opening plays.

October 26, 2192 at 18:20 Babylon in 5 years

Sol: Guh...! Spatial distortion...? Aw no, don't tell me you shifted the whole axis?!

I-No: I missed you too, mother******. Welcome to Babylon...in the future.

Sol: Damnit I-No, what the hell were you thinking, bringing me here?

I-No: Ugh! Just shut UP. Please? Did Rammy blow some shit up in your world? Notice anything different about your body? What about that Giant? Feeling anything?

Sol: Wha....what the hell is that?

I-No: ...Huh. I guess nothing's changed on his end.

Sol: If you want a fight, just spit it out.

I-No: Shut it, I don't need a loser telling me what to do. Right now I just need you to die. It'll make this a lot easier.

[Fight ensues.]

I-No: Argh. Forget it. This is going nowhere. You're not going to die anyway...

Sol: No idea what you're thinking, but I'm not done. I know the guy yanking your chain has info on Ramlethal.

I-No: What...? Oh, you mean That Man? Unfortunately, he doesn't. Honestly, I wish he DID have something.

Sol: Why don't you climb down off your high horse and--

I-No: Why don't YOU shut your damn CAKE-HOLE! You're so curious, go ask him yourself!

Sol: What..? [is forcibly return to his timeline]

I-No: That little asshole... He was even stronger than last time. Maybe he's got a chance after all.

October 28, 2187 at 11:01 Japan

I-No: How many times have I been here... This one seems just like all the others.

Ramlethal: Who are you? You're...different than the rest of these things. Welcome. Well done.

I-No: Yep, saw that one coming, too.

Ramlethal: Are you planning to mount my head on a spike?

I-No: Yes, yes, yes, that's correct! We've done this dance plenty of times before, but I definitely intend to KILL you!

Ramlethal: Are you insane?

[Fight ensues.]

Ramlethal: Ugh...

I-No: What..? I couldn't kill her... Something changed...

Ramlethal: How could I lose to anyone other than Sol Badguy... Never mind. No point wondering.

I-No: Right. The outcome of this fight doesn't matter, does it?

Ramlethal: ...?

I-No: Oh but this time it DOES matter! A lot!

[Sometime later, I-No is back at Babylon 5 years later.]

I-No: I've gone through the Integration Point a thousand times, and it's never changed at all...until now it was always the same. Yes... I made the right choice bringing That Man here. Now time might actually start to move a little in that awful future... Maybe I'll be able to keep my train of thought going past this damn station... Oh, wouldn't that be nice. [something rings] Oh? Someone's caught in my net?

Axl: Wh-Whoaaaaa...gah! Ah man, you've gotta be kidding me! Again?! Still...you saved me... Thank you, God, or gods, or whatever you are!

I-No: ...

Axl: Huh? Wait, you're...

I-No: It's very flattering of you to call me a god. You're welcome, my child. I called you to this timeline.

Bedman

October 4, 2187 at 12:44 Down Town (Illyria)

Bedman: [in a dream, grabbing a man by the neck] I've actually known for a long time that you worked for the vampire. Are you curious? Would you like to know why I didn't do anything? Don't take this the wrong way, but you simply weren't an obstacle. Additionally, you played a very important role: Delivering information. Or misinformation. Did you think you were succeeding in your infiltration? Sorry to burst your buble, but you only got exactly as far as I wanted you to. Did I hurt your feelings? Buuut... You've been getting a little bit too close, so I've been put into play. You WEREN'T an obstacle. You were an extra and you're trying to hog the spotlight. And that is something of a no-no. You play your role, you don't take someone else's. Don't you agree? Are you scared? Unfortunate, yes? This must seem unjust; unfair; unfathomable. You're probably filled with unease and unhappiness. Sorry, but I need you to give up. Good bye. [The man's hat drops on the floor.] Me? Just a bed of no consequence, made for removing obstacles.

Passerby #1: [in the real world.] Aaaaaaaiiiie!

Passerby #2: S-Someone just died in the middle of the street!

Passerby #3: What happened to him?! Oh God, his face... What did he see before he died?!

October 19, 2187 at ??:?? The Tearoom

Chronus: Our operation has begun, just as planned.

Libraria: Things are moving almost too smoothly.

Axus: Humanity's representative, the Conclave, is in talks with Ramlethal... No one will put two and two together...not in this chaotic world.

Chronus: There has been movement...from someone with intent counter to our own. Do not lower your guard until the task is complete.

Arcade opening plays.

October 26, 2187 at 18:06 Nightmare Theater

Sol: Where the hell is this...? Feels like the Backyard.

Bedman: Mm, you're as knowledgeable as your reputation suggests.

Sol: ...Who're you.

Bedman: [teleports in] Hello. Please, call me Bedman. Or something similar.

Sol: That's a joke, right? I'm guessing this your weird dream world... You mention my reputation, that suggests you're not working alone. The Conclave?

Bedman: He he he. You're awfully funny. No wonder my client is so interested in you. No matter. Unfortunately, I'm afraid you're wrong. You couldn't possibly guess... I'm feeling generous, so it's not Ramlethal. In fact, I've feeling VERY generous: It's not That Man either. Ha ha ha ha, did I raise some more questions? Two? Four? More? Exponentially more?! [Sol does a facepalm.] Ha ha ha ha, oh, I'm sorry. To be frank, I'm a bit nervous. After all, even if I go all out, I may not be able to break you. That word, "break"... Being unable to break you, you being "unbreakable"... That strikes me as arrogant. All things have a beginning and an end. [Sol turn his back on him.] But "unbreakable" suggests that an object has flouted those laws; discarded its natural limitations. Culture, civilization, everything humankind has created...even the idea of God. Destroy the laws, destroy the things the laws allow. Doesn't that seem unfair? Like how thinking too hard about something makes it MORE difficult? Instead of giving hope you take it away. We might as well discard "morals' entirely! Anyway, I detest long conversations.

Sol: [stomps the ground, which trembles] ...At least we agree on that.

[Fight ensues.]

Sol: Hn... That close?

Bedman: For the record, "unbreakable" doesn't necessarily mean "cannot be broken." Details details details... Of course, even the unbreakable can wither away... You'd do well to remember that. In any event, it doesn't matter. My work here is done. We couldn't have you meet Ramlethal too soon. No, no that would have been trouble.

Sol: ...What?

Bedman: No doubt we'll meet again! After all, my client is starting to see you as a human. Until next time, "Flame of Corruption".

Sol: ...!

October 26, 2187 at 18:06 Nightmare Theater

Ramlethal: Where is this...?

Bedman: You've gotten a little too far.

Ramlethal: Who are you?

Bedman: You get the small details all muddled up, and keep overgeneralizing how the world works. Winning fights is not the only way humans can gain victory, you know! "Not losing" can never be a viable substitute for winning.

Ramlethal: I do not understand the words coming out of your mouth.

Bedman: You haven't outlived your usefulness yet. When you're finished, you can do whatever you want, but for the moment we need you to leave this plane.

Ramlethal: I've decided you are going to be a problem.

[Fight ensues.]

Ramlethal: What...? You're not going to kill me?

Bedman: Whyever would I do that? I don't have a reason to kill you. Though I can't exactly let you live. You have an important role to play, and my client has taken a shine to you--though they'd never admit it. In the end, perhaps you're the only person to grasp what we all call "Freedom". Now, time's up. You need to get back to work. But don't worry, I'll be watching!

[In a dream.]

Bedman: Good. The story is finally moving forward. This planet's history is about to change dramatically--perhaps as much as it did on the day it was created. The Crusade and that silly resurrection will only be a tiny blip on the radar. All boundaries will be abandoned, all shortcomings mended, and all fiction remedied. Incompetence will be met with standards, cheaters will be oppressed by freedom, and the discontent will be trampled upon. The irrational and temporizing behavior that has destroyed our world with be consigned to history, and the World of Absolution will begin! The only remaining problem is That Man. He may not have appeared on stage, but he knows the cast, crew, and lines far too well. If he decides to interrupt our plans, it could undo the work we've done. Which is why I fervently hope the Conclave's plans continue unimpeded...at least for now. Whoops, almost time for me to go. My client doesn't like agents who can't deliver. [A 8-bit cat appears in an 8-bit house.] ...A housecat only knows the world its master lets it know. Its freedom has been taken away. So should that cat be dissatisfied to know only a fraction of the world? [Another 8-bit cat appears outside the house.] A stray cat, however, may have to fight for survival every day of its life. An exhausting battle. [The word 'Starve!' appears above its head.] ...But every possibility is open to the stray. [A thumbs-up icon also appears next to it, then back to Bedman.] The definition of happiness, of course, varies from person to person, but what this world lacks is awareness. [Looks at the player.] Well then? Wouldn't you agree with that assessment?

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