User:Cryebunnie/Sandbox
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Accepting the quest
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I wish I had a shiny air-wheeler like the detective─I'd finally be able to keep up with the inspector!
Right, we shall find our way to this Cocktail dirigible landing. See you there!
I'm pretty sure it was “Yak's Tail,” Inspector...
That was my first time aboard a dirigible. 'Tis not so different from an airship...if said airship had jettisoned its own means of propulsion.
Sailing through the air is a lovely way to travel!
Ah, you made it. Even this jaded old gumshoe had to appreciate that view coming in over the treetops...
Anyway, I talked to the locals while waiting for you lot to arrive, and one fella had seen Mister Cactuar flying down to the lower forests.
I'm told the biggest place out that way is a settlement called “Mamook,” so that'll be our next destination. Let's head over there, walk the streets, ask some questions...you know, the usual.
Very good, Detective, but what's become of your wondrous wheeler?
Night Stallion would draw more attention than I'd like. I'll use the autopilot function to call him if I need him, but otherwise I'll make do with my own two feet.
Such a dense proliferation of forest giants! I am reminded of the Twelveswood.
Cor, it's awfully dark here beneath the canopy...
That must be Mamook. They build things different down here, huh?
But we ain't got time to admire the architecture. Spread out, and find someone who's clapped eyes on that cactuar.
He'd be spiky. And green. Riding a strange flying machine...
I slipped on that banana peel and almost went tail over teakettle. Could this have been a devious trap laid by our quarry...?
That banana peel is almost as sparkly as the inspector was.
Why, yes, I did see an unusual creature riding a strange vehicle through the forest at breakneck speeds.
The vehicle's terrible noise is what first drew my attention, followed by the incomprehensible yelling of its pilot. Yet the sight of this posturing man-plant was so absurd I found myself more bemused than frightened.
Yes, I've encountered the fiend you describe. The forest has its share of fantastical creatures, but this one was undeniably out of place.
I observed it smashing one of the giant meteorites with a club, then racing away with the broken pieces. Make of that what you will...
Ah, the subject of recent gossip. I crossed paths with the creature myself, and it was indeed odd, but the machine it rode upon was the true wonder.
He pulled up alongside me and my wivre, challenged us to a race, then zoomed off with astounding swiftness. If you're planning to catch that fiend, you'll need an equally miraculous mount.
As I said, the vehicle's racket and its pilot's yelling startled me, but I could never be scared of something so...ridiculous.
I don't know why the fiend was breaking meteorites or what it intended to do with the pieces, and I think I'd prefer to keep it that way.
Such incredible speed. My wivre might as well have been standing still...
So, what's the rap?
The testimonies I gathered were very much the same. There is a cactuar racing around out there, that much can be certain.
But if he's making stops to bag meteorite fragments, then this ain't no simple joyride.
Talk to me, Forename. Somethin' about those rocks I oughta know?
Some kinda special aetheric radiation, eh? We haven't pieced together Keshkayi's big plan yet, but he seems real interested in those space stones.
Which means we've got a good chance of finding his spiky goon by staking out the spots where the meteorites are. If we nab the cactuar, we can make him lead us to the researcher. And to Carnelian.
When I say “us,” I mean me and Night Stallion, of course. Once we find him, the rest of you won't be giving chase without an air-wheeler.
I need no such contrivance. These legs have been conditioned by an intensive chocobo-bearing exercise regimen!
...Well, good luck to 'em. Still think he's a weak-willed punk, but I can't deny that uncanny body of his is made of sterner stuff.
Let's get on with it, then. I hear there's a few good-sized meteorites alongside the road that leads out of town. We'll start at the near end and hope the mook puts in an appearance.
F-Fancy meeting you here! I, too, deduced that this may very well be the scene of our criminal's next crime...
Who knew meteorites were so big? Or bumpy?
Hmph. Is that clumsy oaf trying to hide...?
No wheeler-riding cactuar around here. Let's move on.
Ugh, that idiot inspector. Took off like he had the case all sewn up, but running fast didn't find him any leads, did it? And here I thought he was onto something.
Th-That way, Nashu! I think I may be onto something!
If you could endure but a little while longer, Nashu.
Is it almost time to eat?
Is that dolt trying to keep outta sight or not...?
No sign of him here, either. On to the next meteorite.
I detect a hint of criminality...in that direction! Onwards, Nashu! We mustn't let the detective beat us to the punch!
I say... <munch> These bananas... <munch> Are really quite good...
Mmm... <munch> Travel tacos... <munch>
Hrm. I could murder an egg right about now...
Look out and stand aside─or it's a thousand needles in your hide! Make way for the unmatchable, uncatchable Spike!
This one looks ripe for the smashing...
Hold it right there. I'm gonna need you to hop off that air-wheeler...
Huh? Ah...you must be the blowhards I was warned about!
Think you can give orders to the succulent speedster? My ride is maxed out with black market mods, and there ain't no one faster!
Keep up if you can, slowpokes!
If that's the way it's gotta be... Challenge accepted.
To me, Night Stallion! It's time to burn rubber!
I'm right behind you!
And I'm right behind you, Inspector!
Yeaaaaaahhh!
Dammit, the Stallion's at full gallop and I'm still trailing!
'Twould seem you require my assistance after all.
What th─ You caught up to me on foot!?
Fine. Change of plans...
Where's my damn Python!?
I'll just tweak the weapon's elemental settings like so...
With you steering and me providing the thrust, that fiend will soon learn a harsh lesson!
Nothing outruns a fired-up Manderville Man!
Gaaaaaahhhhhh!
Are they actually gainin' on me!?
Come on, then! I feel the needle for speed!
We did it! Victory is ours!
...I can't believe it. My undefeated record. My legendary win streak. It's over.
And yet...I feel strangely content.
Enough, you win. Just hand me over to the coppers and be done with it.
So the researcher forced you to work for him, like he did with the other fiends.
That's right. Told me to smash and grab the meteorites from the forest, but not what he wanted 'em for.
All this way to nab some delinquent goon and no leads on Keshkayi or Carnelian to show for it...
Not to mention my beautiful ride getting trashed! That one's on you, Hildibrand!
Perhaps we can try running together next time!
Oh, if you're lookin' for Keshkayi, I know exactly where he'll be: waitin' for my meteorite delivery over by the cliffs southwest of here.
Why didn't you say that sooner!? I bet Carnelian is there with him!
He won't escape me this time...
I leave this criminal cactuar in your custody. Fiendish appearance aside, 'tis a man's soul within, so please treat him accordingly.
Now, let us follow the detective to these cliffs, shall we?
I must ensure these villains are served a gentleman's justice!
Do you smell it? The scent of criminality is in the air!
Zzz... Full belly... Zzz... Happy heart...
Shhh...I can hear them just up ahead. Let me get the drop on them before we all go barging in.
He's late. We must assume something went wrong.
These meteorites will provide the perfect energy source, and I would prefer to harvest a surplus...but it is too great a risk to linger here.
Freeze, mage. You so much as twitch your lips and I'll light you up.
No! I've worked too hard to give up now!
He's getting away...
He'll keep. I've got the one I want.
But don't think I'm taking you in just so you can escape. Never again...
Murder is not the answer, Detective!
<cough> <cough>
Where─ <cough> Where did Carnelian go...?
You almost had me...if not for this bumbling fool you tolerate. Soft as ever.
You and me are done, Hildibrand. Stay out of my way.
My recent inadequacies as an inspector appear to have earned the detective's ire...
'Twas you he turned to for assistance with this case, Forename. It is only fitting that you remain at his side for the duration.
Meanwhile, Nashu and I shall persist with our independent inquiries!
Sorry for the sudden exit back there, but that yolk-for-brains had me steaming...
What will you say?
Hildibrand only wants to help.
...
That's the problem. His “help” ain't nothing but a hindrance.
For the love of─ I see you skulking over there, soft-boiled.
Isn't this a delightful spot of serendipity! We were simply following the villain's trail and look how we've all run into each other! Completely by chance.
W-Well, uh, we were only passing through after all. We shall apprehend that masked mastermind with our own tried-and-true methodology, you shall see!
Forename, I want you on the case with me from here on out. When it comes to a proper guide beyond the dome─as well as being tougher than yours truly─no one else fits the bill.
You might need to cool your heels for a bit while I work on salvaging more data, but Hardiboiled always gets his files in the end. See you around.
Meanwhile, elsewhere...
Hm hm hm hm...
Ahahahahaha! At long last, my scheme is come to fruition!
No longer must I endure the company of incompetent colleagues. All is in readiness. The replication of my brilliant mind is at hand!
Never again will I be known as “The Kanilokka Corpus's Second Best”! My name shall ring across the lands, carried far and wide by an army of unrivaled geniuses!
Pfft...
Something amusing?
Oh, just the fact that you repaired a device capable of miracles, yet your plans for it are so very...banal.
You dare mock me!?
What a bore he was. Now to realize a dream worthy of this marvelous technology...
Detective Hardiboiled, they call me...
Cool and tough as a cucumber wrapped in old leather, I'm a man who prefers his own company.
Today's egg was overdone. I let the pot boil and boil─a match to my mood.
They say you can't make a cracked shell whole again. Maybe it's time I smashed it completely...
Cor, those are some troubling thoughts. Can anyone save Detective Hardiboiled from himself?
I bet the inspector can! With us on the case, a happy ending is never far away!