Beast Dialogue

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Hey,can I ask jus' one thing? What... why did you leave after escapin' the Isle? Why didn't ya come back? [[1. Explain it. Reminisce about the freedom. The lure of the ocean and the majesty of commandeering your own ship.]] [[2. Dodge the question. The Isle of Mists drove you half mad.]] (set: $askedaboutfight to false) (set: $fight to false)

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Ah, can't say I blame yeh. Might've done the same! Glad you're back though. [[1. Ask him how he ended up at the Arena.]] [[2. Thank him and take your leave.|leave]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Right, right. Don't rightly envy yeh. Gotta say, it's impressive you survived. You know? [[1. You'd prefer not talking about the Isle. Ask him how he ended up at the Arena.|1. Ask him how he ended up at the Arena.]] [[2. You'd prefer not talking about the Isle. Excuse yourself and leave.|leave]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Heh, well. Coincidence and misfortune, ain't it? Damn Magisters grabbing just 'bout anyone they as much as sniff a little Source on. [[(continue)|areacontinue1]]

*End of conversation* (if: $askedaboutfight is true)[ (if: $fight is false)[ *There would then be an option to do the fight upon talking with him again*]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - M-me? And you? Heh. You know what? Yeah. That's a great idea. Like ol' times. Let's scrap. (set: $askedaboutfight to true) [[1. Crack your knuckles. That sounds like a great idea.|Fight]] [[2. Change your mind. You're not looking for a fight right now.]]

Narrator - You both take a couple deep breaths, although he looks more beat-up than you do. [[(continue)|fightcont1]]

*A fight ensues between them. Similar to the Arena Fight (or when Lohse goes mad), neither party actually dies, but stops when their health gets too low.* (set: $askedaboutfight to true) (set: $fight to true) [[Fight over]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Ah, yeah. Couldn't hit a house with a spoon. I'd reckon the drink might not've helped, though. Hehe... [[1. He looks sober enough now. Ask him if he's up for a fight. Just the two of you.]] [[2. Nod. You doubt it was only the drink.]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - What? Did I jus' see Marcus Miles scoff at a challenge? Still remember the look on your face when ya were told to wear a doublet 'n' stockings. You waltzed in there in battle armor! Hah, t'was glorious. Couldn't contain meself. [[1. He's right. But you got a better idea. Why don't the two of you duke it out right here?]] [[2. Correct him. The name's Beast.]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Right, right. Sorry. Habits 'n' all. But with a name like that, yeh can't exactly back down, can yeh? [[1. Ask if he's up for a one-on-one against Beast himself.|1. He's right. But you got a better idea. Why don't the two of you duke it out right here?]] [[2. Chuckle. You hope his fighting's gotten better since back then.]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - M-me? And you? Well. You know what? Yeah. Sounds like an excellent idea. Like ol' times. Let's scrap. (set: $askedaboutfight to true) [[1. Raise your fists. Like old times.|Fight]] [[2. Change your mind. You're not looking for a fight right now.]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Ah, well. If you change your mind, I'm 'ere. Or you can go chat with Thola if you think I'm not enough of a challenge. Goin' up against Justinia, can see how you don't think much o' jus' me. [[1. A rebellion requires more than fight. You learned that last time.]] [[2. Take your leave|leave]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - M-me? Fight you? Heh. You know what? Yeah. That's a great idea. Like ol' times. Let's scrap. (set: $askedaboutfight to true) [[1. Raise your fists. Like old times.|Fight]] [[2. Change your mind. You're not looking for a fight right now.]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - ..hehe. Ah, well. Glad you're back. Justinia's got it comin'. We need you right now. E'en if not all would agree with that. [[1. Ask why he hasn't joined the rebellion. Sounds like he wants things to change.|1. Ask why he hasn't joined the rebellion. He knows the importance of it.]] [[2. Take your leave.|leave]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - I bet. It all went south after you failed that. So, hey. Promise me one thing, 'ey? Don't mess it up. This time ya won't miss. Right? [[1. Ask why he hasn't joined the rebellion. He knows the importance of it.]] [[2. Raise your hand to a fist in confirmation. Justinia's as good as dead.]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Good to hear. Now go get 'em. Beast. [[1. Ask why he hasn't joined the rebellion. He knows the importance of it.]] [[2. Take your leave|leave]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - ...Thanks. But no, I made my choice. Good luck out there, Beast. [[1. Pity. Take your leave.|leave]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - You still got friends in the queendom. Plenty o' people want to see Justinia hang. Jus' requires a little guile to find 'em. [[1. Give him a wry smile and then leave.|leave]] [[2. Take your leave.|leave]]

Narrator - he shifts his feet and contorts his face into a grimace. He looks into your eyes with a solemn shake. [[(continue)|joincont1]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Stayed topside for a while, until I stumbled down 'ere. I'm no Beast, but I ain't half bad as a fighter. Maybe I picked up a trick or two when we pranced 'round together? Heh. [[(continue)|areacont2]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Say, you lookin' for a scrap? Go speak to Thola over there if ya want a good fight. [[1. Look him up and down. Ask if he's up for a fight himself. Just the two of you.]] [[2. Chuckle. You hope his fighting's gotten better since back then.]] [[3. Dismiss it. You're not really looking for a fight right now.]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Ah, glorious! You hit like I remember. [[(continue)|fightcont2]]

Narrator - You don't really remember fighting him back then. But you have no doubt you won. [[(continue)|fightcont3]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Justinia ain't gonna stand a chance if you fight like that. [[1. A rebellion requires more than fight. You learned that last time.]] [[2. Thank him for the fight and take your leave.|leave]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - ...I'm good. I'll stay 'ere. We can't all be rebels. [[(continue)|joincont2]]

(text-color: #F0C818)[Carson, The Snickering One] - Don't gimme that scowl. I know how it sounds. But, well, I don't have the appetite for it. This is jus' about all I can muster. [[1. Insist. The Rebellion needs all the help it can get.]] [[2. Shrug. He wouldn't help much anyway.]]