[ as you walk around the castle-town, you might run into a guy with a strange and distinctive looking scar on his chest. he isn't doing anything in particular... but instead just seems to be talking to himself. which, by itself, would probably be odd, but he seems to actually be holding an entire conversation on his own. an argument, to be more precise. ]
I could go and save the priestess all on my own, but wouldn't that ruin the game for all the other players? They are calling it a "game," after all, which means it's supposed to be fun. Someone as powerful as I am could slay a dragon and rescue a priestess without any trouble at all, but what's my motivation? To be honest, I kind of sympathize with the dragon. If you were stuck guarding a tower on all on your own, wouldn't you want some company? I can't think of any better company than a lovely priestess.
Ah, but if I save that priestess, will I get a reward? Hm... maybe that's not part of this particular game, but I'm sure as soon as she sees my face she'll reconsider and throw herself at my feet. It really is a curse, being as handsome and cool as I am.
[ it's around this time that he finally notices that his solilquoy has garnered some attention, so he turns to face whoever it is that's been listening to him. in truth, he'd noticed quite a bit sooner, but continued on with his insane rant anyway... because that's just how cent rolls. ]
Oh, sorry, am I bothering you? But of course I am. With a face this gorgeous, there's no way you wouldn't be bothered. Either you're jealous of my looks, or you want a taste. Unfortunately, I'm a little too busy at the moment to keep you company. [ busy... talking to himself. yes, even as he says that, it's still clear he wants someone to talk to. or someone to show off to. either/or. ]
( phase iv. )
[ despite all that big talk earlier, slaying that dragon was actually pretty difficult... and cent wasn't actually much help at all. instead, he's kind of taken a beating, as he tends to whenever he fights. he'd never admit that though, which is why he's doing his best to look like nothing's wrong.
even as he occasionally clutches at his ribs, which he's pretty sure are broken. ]
No sweat. A dragon like that's a piece of cake for a guy like me. [ even if said dragon almost ate him like a piece of cake. ] Just give me a second to... catch my breath, will you? I didn't get enough sleep last night, and that's starting to catch up to me.
[ yes, lack of sleep definitely explains the gashing bite marks in his sternum. ] Did you know that if you don't get enough sleep, your entire body can spontaneously start bleeding? [ that is definitely not true. ] It doesn't happen often, but it sure is a pain when it does. Hey, you could call this some sort of rare event, couldn't you? I sure am a lucky guy.
[ okay yeah now he's just going to collapse because why is he even talking with wounds like that. ]
cent | drakengard 3
[ as you walk around the castle-town, you might run into a guy with a strange and distinctive looking scar on his chest. he isn't doing anything in particular... but instead just seems to be talking to himself. which, by itself, would probably be odd, but he seems to actually be holding an entire conversation on his own. an argument, to be more precise. ]
I could go and save the priestess all on my own, but wouldn't that ruin the game for all the other players? They are calling it a "game," after all, which means it's supposed to be fun. Someone as powerful as I am could slay a dragon and rescue a priestess without any trouble at all, but what's my motivation? To be honest, I kind of sympathize with the dragon. If you were stuck guarding a tower on all on your own, wouldn't you want some company? I can't think of any better company than a lovely priestess.
Ah, but if I save that priestess, will I get a reward? Hm... maybe that's not part of this particular game, but I'm sure as soon as she sees my face she'll reconsider and throw herself at my feet. It really is a curse, being as handsome and cool as I am.
[ it's around this time that he finally notices that his solilquoy has garnered some attention, so he turns to face whoever it is that's been listening to him. in truth, he'd noticed quite a bit sooner, but continued on with his insane rant anyway... because that's just how cent rolls. ]
Oh, sorry, am I bothering you? But of course I am. With a face this gorgeous, there's no way you wouldn't be bothered. Either you're jealous of my looks, or you want a taste. Unfortunately, I'm a little too busy at the moment to keep you company. [ busy... talking to himself. yes, even as he says that, it's still clear he wants someone to talk to. or someone to show off to. either/or. ]
( phase iv. )
[ despite all that big talk earlier, slaying that dragon was actually pretty difficult... and cent wasn't actually much help at all. instead, he's kind of taken a beating, as he tends to whenever he fights. he'd never admit that though, which is why he's doing his best to look like nothing's wrong.
even as he occasionally clutches at his ribs, which he's pretty sure are broken. ]
No sweat. A dragon like that's a piece of cake for a guy like me. [ even if said dragon almost ate him like a piece of cake. ] Just give me a second to... catch my breath, will you? I didn't get enough sleep last night, and that's starting to catch up to me.
[ yes, lack of sleep definitely explains the gashing bite marks in his sternum. ] Did you know that if you don't get enough sleep, your entire body can spontaneously start bleeding? [ that is definitely not true. ] It doesn't happen often, but it sure is a pain when it does. Hey, you could call this some sort of rare event, couldn't you? I sure am a lucky guy.
[ okay yeah now he's just going to collapse because why is he even talking with wounds like that. ]