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Briefing

This looks like the registration console Dr. Graves told you to use when you showed up. Large flashing words indicate that you should use one of the buttons below the screen.

Applicant will provide a biological sample to prove they are not in the employ of organizations as Longbow.

Insert sample of bio-organic composition.

• Insert blood sample

Words begin streaming across the display.

...Analyzing...

...Analyzing...

...Analyzing...

Source material - Blood.

Spectral Analysis Readings - No traces of pathogens on record indicating Longbow alliegence.

Cellular Analysis - No traces of radical cellular mutation detected.

Blood Count Analysis - High fat composition in the sample suggests the source subject is prone to a poor diet and could possibly lose a few pounds.

• Hold on... Did this thing say I was FAT?

• Insert hair sample

Words begin streaming across the display.

...Analyzing...

...Analyzing...

...Analyzing...

Source material - Hair.

Spectral Analysis Readings - No trace of pollutants known to be found in Paragon City.

Texture Analysis - Sample shows chemicals found in low-quality haircare products.

Cellular Analysis - Abundance of dead epidermis clusters suggests sample source is afflicted by severe dandruff

• Hey! I don't have dandruff!

• Refuse to provide sample

Words begin streaming across the display.

All candidates must submit biological samples or face immediate termination.

A mechanical arm extends from the console. At the end of the arm is what appears to be something that could only be described with one word - 'probe'. Before you can react, the arm goes to work procuring a rather... painful... sample from your body.

Analyzing...

Matter Composition - No traces of known Longbow nutrition supplements detected.

• YOU. WILL. PAY!!!!

Genetic Analysis - Subject missing one strand of DNA within early strand sequence. Anomaly recorded.

• Wait... Did you just say I'm missing DNA???

Genemap Database Query Results - Subject matches no known genetic match from S.A.M. database. INTERPOL records show two known matches. Further inquiries prevented due to Triple Black Secret Clearance information lockdown.

• Two matches? How... How is that even possible.

Psychological Profile - Subject shows signs of narcissism normally associated with sociopathic disorders. Additional negative traits evidenced are the following - Delusion of Grandeur, Persecution Complex, Poor Impulse Control, and Exceptional Gullibility.

• Whan have I ever been gulli - hold on... Uh oh.

Final Analysis - Subject has failed the first test. initiate self-destruct sequence.

• [Quickly step away from the console!]

Briefing

Do not congratulate yourself too quickly. That was but the first of many tests you will need to pass if you are to win the right to be our faceless master's protege.

• What would have happened if I failed?

You would have made yourself useful in other ways. For instance, I could likely find a use for any undamaged limbs that still remained. However, there will be time to pursue that line of thinking later. In the meantime, we will need to gather the rest of the candidates so that I may explain the rules to all of you.

• Others? Rules? I want these answers now, Graves.

My, my... rather demanding, aren't we? Allow me to point out that currently you are not in a position to make any demands. Perhaps things may change in the future, but for now, you will be following my instructions if you wish to be part of this trial. Now follow me as we gather the rest. I believe I saw Omnicore nearby.

• I'll do as you say... For now.

Briefing

You are to be one of my rivals? You? If you are an indicator of the type of competition I am to expect, then it would seem this contest has ended before it even has begun.

• And you believe I view you as a threat?

I couldn't care less what simple beliefs you hold, - what was it again - Character. The fact remains that I am by far your superior on an intellectual level, and by the looks of you, on a physical level as well. These indisputable facts are all that are important.

You may wish to spare yourself the humiliation of me besting you by just leaving - now.

• So... You plan to beat me with pathetic, hollow threats?

You will see how pathetic my threats are when you're staring at your legs on the other side of the room and wondering where your torso went! Care for a demonstration?!

• If it means you actually doing something, then sure!

Omnicore looks at Dr. Graves with what you believe to be glaring hatred from behind her mask. A moment later she screams in frustration, then looks back at you.

I will not let someone like you ruin my chance at gaining unimaginable power. We'll finish this at another time, Character.

• I'm looking forward to it, Omnicore.

Omnicore jerks her face towards the direction of the newcomer, Zephyr.

And what exactly are you supposed to be? You look like the lame excuse for being a fog machine.

• You should hear what I think *you* look like, Omnicore.

WHAT!? How dare you... Both of you. I will no longer tolerate this from either of you!

Omnicore glares at Dr. Graves.

I may not be allowed to kill these miscreants, but I will not lower myself to speaking with them any longer.

• It's about time you shut up, Omnicore.

You turn and talk with Zephyr.

Briefing

I can't believe you let her talk to you that way and you just let her get away with it... just sayin'.

• Who are you supposed to be?

Me? I'm Zephyr. You know, like the wind.

• You named yourself after the wind?

No. I am the wind. You know, like the whole 'Fwoooooosh! Haha! Crashed your ship into a shoal and now you're all gonna drown! Boohoo... now cry your eyes out, you wuss.'

That kind of wind, you know?

And, man... I gotta say... that kinda thing never gets old, I'm telling you.

• So you're telling me you're THE zephyr wind?

Uh, yeah. I thought I was pretty clear the couple first times I said it, but hey, you know, whatever. Oh yeah, and I'm also the one who's gonna kick your butt in the competition, too.

• Wait - why is the wind - you - competing for the prize?

Meh... I got nothing else better to do, you know? Ever since mankind got all technological-like, like that robo-freak, it's hard to cause all kinds of pain and sorrow and all that junk. Stuff like making widows - or blowing down houses - or flipping up a gal's skirt.

Okay, well, I still do that one.

Anyways. So, to get to the point, one day I turned myself into -

• I am no longer entertaining this conversation with you.

Briefing

Oh! You... You're not going to hurt me, are you?

• That depends. Are you Dollface?

Who's Doll-

Dollface stops short as she is interrupted by Dr. Graves.

*hmpf*

Yeah, I'm Dollface. You're one of the other contestants, I'm guessing?

• Look, kid, this contest is for the grown-ups. Why don't you run along home.

Dollface glares at you.

Hey, pal. I'm older than I look, ok? Probably older than you, from the looks of it.

And who the heck are you anyway, turning your nose up at me, huh?

• I am known as Character.

Hmph. Yeah, I can see you calling yourself that. So what makes you so special that you think you can beat someone like me? Do you shoot frogs from your eyes or something?

• I have no desire to reveal my powers to you.

Okay, okay! Calm down. I was just asking because I wanted to know if I was going to get grossed out if I ever have to fight against you. First of all, it's not nice to hit a girl. But if you're going to start throwing pukes at people or growing spikes from your body... well, I just don't want to see that kind of thing, okay?

• Then how do you expect to win?

Oh, that's easy! I'm going to convince everyone that I'm the best for the job. I'm very talented at what I do. I wouldn't say I'm the best at what I do, but I'm pretty darn good at it. And if that doesn't work, then maybe I'll just stab you in the neck or something.

...tee hee...

I'm just kidding. But you got real scared, didn't you? Didn't they, Mr. Doctor? They got so scared they were going to run away!

Just like how you're scared you're going to run away right now.

Like now.

• I doubt the Doctor is going to listen to -

...tee hee...

He is so silly, and a very nice man. And he listens really well, too.

Really well.

Don't worry, though, I don't know you guys well enough yet. I don't know what you like to hear. But maybe I will one day, you know?

And then we can have a real fun time playing together.

• What did you just do to him?

What? Little old me, do something?

...tee hee...

All I did was suggest to him that he had a better place to be. And I guess I was right, huh? It's a coincidence, you know?

• Sure it was. A coincidence...

Dr. Graves said there was another person, too? Maybe we should go find them. What was it, Cross-slice or something like that?

Dollface looks right into your eyes.

I think it would be fun if we all went and looked for that guy, don't you agree?

• Yeah... I think I would be... A lot of fun...

Briefing

So... Any preferences to the type of cut? A rump-roast perhaps? Or perhaps some ribs...?

• You're... going to eat them?

That would be a waste of such interesting textures, wouldn't you agree? No no... I have something else in mind.

Crosscut stares at you with a gargoyle-like gaze for a moment

Did you know you have very pretty eyes?

• What? What makes you say that?

I was wondering...

I was wondering if I could have them...

• Over my dead body.

Oh, you are so kind...

• Yeah, ok. We're done.

Briefing

Dr. Graves speaks to all of you.

Now that I have all of you assembled - save for Omnicore - it is time for the proceedings to begin. I am sure each of you have many questions -

• Yes, and it's time we get some answers, Graves.

You're impertinence has been noted, Character.

Now then. Each of you will be given a trial to test the strength of your powers. More important will be how you use them and on whom.

Throughout these trials, your faceless benefactor shall be watching you - and judging you. Once each of you have completed your test, we shall then move on to the true competition.

For now, concern yourself with only how you can show that you are superior to your rivals.

• I can kill them all right now if you'd like. Will that work?

No, Character, that will not work. All of you are prevented from killing each other upon threat of immediate disqualification and proceeding termination. I would suggest that you all abide by this rule.

Another important thing to note... The one hosting this contest - the very same person who will grant you untold powers - does not wish to be identified until the winner has been chosen. Thus, this tournament is unsanctioned by Arachnos.

If any of you speak of this to anyone, you will not only be discredited, but will forever be known as a 'snitch'. This, my friends, can in itself be a fate worse than death here within the Rogue Isles.

You will await further instructions as the trials are being prepared. Now go.

• I'll see you soon, Graves.

Briefing

What is it that you want, citizen? I am not required to speak with you unless you feel you need training. Out with it already!

• So, umm... You're a trainer, right?

What kind of foolish question is that? Of course I'm a trainer!

Arbiter Richards stares at you with extreme annoyance.

Hold on a moment... You're Character, are you not? You've already been granted the right to increase your powers several times now. As a matter of fact, I believe I may even have granted you that right personally. What is this all about?

• I don't remember... I think I may have been, um, mindwiped.

Mindwiped? I'm unaware of any local individual who has been authorized use of those powers, let alone deign to use them on you. Now speak up! Who was it that mindwiped you?

• I don't remember. I was mindwiped, remember?

How convenient. Alright then. I'll play along... For now.

Arbiter Richards glares at you.

To answer your original question, yes... I'm a trainer. An arbiter, to be exact. You will come to me when you feel you can demonstrate increased powers through undertaking tasks that please Arachnos and Lord Recluse. If you can exhibit enough gained experience I, or another Arbiter, may judge you worthy of the privilege of increasing your powers.

• I forgot what experience means.

WHAT?! How could you forget something as simple as that? Experience is gained by combating those that Arachnos deems an enemy. Or by undertaking special missions, as well. Only a simpleton would ask such a ridiculous question!

...oh yes... I forget...

You've been mindwiped.

• Oh no! Maybe you've been mindwiped, too?

I HAVE NOT --

Arbiter Richards viciously snarls as if he is seriously considering striking you. After a deep breath, he regains his composure.

I have an idea... let me help you, Character. I want you to go to speak with Arbiter Unger in Port Oakes. I'm quite certain that he will be more than happy to answer any and every question you have for him. Please be sure to ask him, oh I don't know, any little thing you're even the slightest bit curious about. Perhaps you would like to know why the sky is blue? Well then, you be sure to ask, alright? That'll be fun, won't it?

Travel south beyond the wall until you arrive at the Ferry at which point you can take it to Port Oakes West. Now... leave my presence...

Immediately.

• Thank you so much for your help, Arbiter. Have a nice day!

Briefing

Citizen. If you are standing before me, that must only mean you are claiming your right to increase your powers? You in no way would be here to waste my time, am I right? I mean...

That would be quite dangerous, wouldn't you agree?

• Actually, Arbiter Richards directed me to you.

Oh he did now, did he? What is it that you need from me that he could not deal with himself?

• I wanted to know how the Ferries worked.

You wanted to know how the ferries work...

And he sent you to me. To ask me 'how the ferries' work.

Let me make sure I understand this correctly. Arbiter Richards, rather than answering this pathetic question himself, sent you to ME. And he very specifically said, to you, that you were to speak to Arbiter Unger... am I understanding this right?

• No sir... He said 'speak to that brown-nosing Unger'.

...Brown.... nosing?...

Arbiter Unger clenches his teeth.

I see. Very well. I'll answer your question, citizen.

The ferries are but one means of transportation throughout the islands that make up the Rogue Isles. By the grace of Lord Recluse, these ferries are free to use and will take you to a number of different ports. You can use them any time you wish, reducing the time it would take to travel there through conventional means.

Know this. Although Arachnos has provided you the means of transportation, we do not provide you protection in your journeys. If you wander into a neighborhood with individuals far more powerful than you, your body will be unceremoniously dumped into the ocean.

Similar to what I have in mind for Richard when I next see him?

• You're going to kill him? Are Arbiters allowed to do that?

What? Oh no, you mistake me. I would never lay a hand upon one of my fellow Arbiters, even a buffoon the likes of Richard.

However, I understand he is still dealing with the problem of a corrupt police force within his purview. Were the Rogue Island Police force to start winding up in the hospital after a spate of mysterious attacks... well, I'm quite certain their Police Chief will want answers from Richard personally...

And when that's all done, I'd be curious to see whose nose is browner.

Now then... I've answered your question. Unless you have real business with me, I would suggest that you go about your day - somewhere - else.

• I understand. I'll be on my way now.

Briefing

The console screen reads as follows:

All candidates will register. Upon registration, the rules of the contest shall be provided.

The candidates will remains till for retinal scan.

• Await retinal scan.

From the top of the terminal, a device emeres that appears to be a robotic hand with a cylindrical end point. A small hole is in the end of the cylinder which emits a small laser-dot. The robotic hand scans the dot up your face, reaching the bridge of your eyes... and keeps moving upwards past your eyes until resting directly in the center of your forehead.

• Quickly move away from the laser!

You deftly move out of the way of the dot.

A split second later, they cylinder erupts forward a deadly laser blast where a moment earlier your head was. Upon the screen lists the words:

Analyzing Reaction Patterns

Dodge Rating: 0.32

Complacency Rating: 1.25

Submissiveness Rating: 5

Identity Confirmed: Character.

• Submissiveness Rating of 5? Is that good or bad?!

Candidate Registration Accepted

Message from Dr. Tedd Graves directed to Character:

Character, once again you have managed to survive this test. However, as before, do not laud yourself in victory laurels just yet. From this moment forward your task will be to reach the corresponding terminal found hidden within this compound. Once you have done so, you will enter the following code - Omega Zero Terminus.

• Memorize the code.

The trial will be judges by our benefactor through hidden eyes. You will be judged not only ny what place you reach the end, but also by what means you take to reach the end.

One final note: You are still under restrictions that prevent you from killing your fellow contestants. 'Accidents' will be fully investigated, and the perpetrator of those actions will be disqualified immediately with extreme prejudice.

• Look for the other terminal before anyone else does!

Briefing

Why did it have to be skeletons? I haaaaaate skeletons!!!

Ummm... can I stick around near you?

• You can't be serious, Zephyr. They're not even really skeletons, you know.

I don't care, man! When I, uh, made my, um, first body - yeah, that's it - I, uh, forgot to make a skeleton for it, right? So then I -- don't laugh at me!

Crosscut laughed at me and, man, I tell you... that was even creepier than these skeleton guys!

• You're seriously afraid of skeletons? That is the most ridiculous thi --

Look, man. If you keep making fun of me for that, I'll go back and hang out next to Crosscut. But since he's further ahead of you, it looks like you'll have to beat BOTH of us, okay?

On the other hand, you can shut up with the mocking and I'll chill out with you... giving you a better chance of winning this round... see where I'm going with this?

• Hmmm... very well. You say Crosscut was up ahead?

Yeah, he was just around the corner fighting some of those skeleton dudes. He didn't really seem like he was in a rush, though. To be honest, I think he was more interested in playing with them than actually winning this round.

• Then I'll encourage him to keep up the good work...

Briefing

I have been trying to get them to say trick or treat for the past hour, and not one of these little spookies will play along.

Now what ever I am to do with my little trick I had planned for them?

• I'm afraid to ask, but what was this trick?

I have this earpiece that lets me talk over the unused intercom system. It's like the little bird that sits on your windowsill that you tell all of your secrets to.

But this little bird tells your secrets to everyone here. My trick was to tell everyone my secrets... some of my dirty, dirty secrets...

Can I tell you my secrets, Character? Oh please... let me breathe my secrets into your ear...

• If you give me that earpiece and tell me how to use it, I'll think about it.

Ohhh... I will like telling them to you. Just me and you... alone... sharing my secrets with you...

Here is the earpiece. All you do is say your secrets into the mic. Then, when you think it's the perfect time to drip your secrets inside everyone, you just say - 'Open Wide'. You will first need to override the system, but that should be easy enough.

Now... let me think... what secrets should I tell you? Maybe I'll tell you about the bad things I've done with seta belts? or with the doggy door? Ah... the retirement party... I've never told anyone where all of the went... yesssss... that one...

• I said MAYBE I'll let you! Remember that, Crosscut!

Briefing

I am here to confirm the winner of this first round, and as you are able to see, Dollface has beaten each of you to the finish line. All that is left is for the winner to register their name in the Endpoint Marker--

• Stop right there!

I do not know what you mean accomplish by delaying the inevitable, Character, but Dollface is clearly the winner. If you attempt to stop her by force, I will respond in kind and disqualify you from the contest.

• I know the rules, Graves. I just wanted to congratulate her by saying 'open wide'.

Open wide? What foolish nonsense is--

Dr. Graves looks into the direction of the speakers

• Sorry, but it's a secret.

Dr. Graves quickly looks at Dollface.

• Wow... looks like you get a lot of cars, Dollface! You'd better hurry and get them!

I had no involvement with that message in any way or form!

Dr. Graves turns his eyes upon you.

However, I have a good mind as to who might be responsible for that highly coincidental announcement.

• I'd love to hear your thoughts. But first, I'm going to win.

Briefing

The terminal has only one line blinking on the screen.

Enter Victory Code.

• TYPE: Omega Zero Terminus

The screen pauses for a moment then displays the following:

Round One Victor:

Character

• Looks like the round is over, Graves.

Briefing

Ahhh... my pleasantly plump friend.

Do you know how happy I am to see you here?

You being so very alone.

And with that beautiful, lost look in your eyes.

• Don't even think of it, Crosscut.

Oh, I hate to disappoint you, but I already did. I've been thinking about it all day. I do so think about it all the time, to be precise.

Crosscut gazes at you from behind his mask.

Can you see the smile it gives me? It's so, so big...

Why, it would take up your whole neck to make you smile that big, now wouldn't it?

• Try it and I'll --

You'll scream? You were going to say scream, right? Oh please please please tell me you said you would scream.

My last plaything here in the Hospital wouldn't scream for me and that made me so, so very sad. If you would be so kind to put a smile on my face, Character, and I'll be very happy to do the same for you...

• Wait, you're attacking people here? Here in the Hospital?

Of course! Where else can you find a palce where your broken toys are fixed over and over? You can make a cut, and another, and another and another and another and another... until all of those little tendons finally snap.

And then -- 'tada'! All back together, right as rain as my dear old mother would say.

Maybe if I take enough pictures for my photo album, our patron will smile, too!

• You're planning on brutalizing hospital patients to win this round?

Oh... there is that, too, now that you mention it...

• ...Alright then. I'll leave you to your... games.

Briefing

Oh! It's the bad person who LIED and stole my win!!! You know, just for that I should tell these nice Arachnos people that you kick puppies.

And old ladies crossing the street.

How would you feel if I lied like that, huh?

• You shouldn't be so gullible, Dollface.

OH YEAH!? Well... Well, maybe YOU'RE the one who's gullible. Ever think about that?!

Yeah, I didn't think so!

• Dollface, you're just being juvenile now. Accept your defeat already.

Juvenile? I don't even know what that word MEANS! You think you can outsmart me with your big, fancy vocabulary, huh? That's it! I'm changing my plan now.

I WAS going to walk up to these administrators and tell them it would be a good idea to give me my very own Arachnos Flyer. But you know what? Now I'm going to... um...

I'm going to... uh...

Oh, I know... I'm going to tell them you tried to... to STEAL my purse! Yeah! And then you're in biiiiiig trouble!

• Is that so? You know what they'll say if you tell them that, right?

Yes, I know EXACTLY what they'll say. They'll say, 'Miss Dollface, we'll send a whole army of cops and find that Character!'.

Uh... Then they'll give me a reward for bringing a mugger to justice. And they will be a... uh... parade, right? For me?

• No. They'll throw you in the ocean for not defending yourself. Only the strong survive here.

Dollface looks at you in horror.

Oh no... Really? Oh, that's terrible! I don't like swimming, what with all those slimy fishies taking baths in the ocean...

Fine... Then I'll let you win. But I'm still going to fly a helicopter AND win this time around. And - you - can't - stop - me!

• You go knock yourself out with that.

Briefing

Oh hey. What's up, Character. Nice moves back there in the trial. You so stole that win! Even though you totally punked me, it's all good. I can appreciate a cool move.

• Well, good to know you're not planning revenge.

Naw, not really. I'm still gonna win, but I got no beef with you. Plus it's getting really boring standing around here waiting for these guys to set sail. I'm talking the big one. All those tiny communter ferries ain't gonna do it for me.

• Do what for you?

Sinking them. If you've only got a couple dudes on board, what's the point, you know? A good sinking needs to have, like, a TON of dudes for it to be fun and all.

Now that I think about it, I'm thinking I'll blow these dudes all the way to the north pole and get 'em all stuck in the ice! I think I'll do it by sucking in alot of --

• I don't want to hear what you're next going to say.

Whoahhh... Chill. I don't know where you think I was going with that, but it was probably a lot more exciting than what I was going to say. So look, are you gonna work on your master plan for the contest or something?

I mean, it's all super cool hanging out with you, you know, getting to know you and all --

wait --

Sorry, what I meant to say was that you're, like, super boring and are totally harshing on my grooves.

Plus you're scaring away the ladies.

• I'll be happy to leave you alone.

Briefing

Why are you bothering me, Character? Are you here to interfere with my plan the way you stole the first round away from Dollface?

• No, I'm not worried about you winning.

Well then you are an overconfident fool! I should be the highest on your list of concerns. When I'm done with my master plan, it will be quite obvious to everyone that only I deserve to rule by the side of our hidden patron!

• You think your silly plan will work?

Only the fool laughs in the face of defeat, Character. You don't even know my plan, yet you already feel you have won. You may have won the first round through deceit, but I will win the next round through superior intellect and careful planning!

• And skulking around in an alleyway like common trash, right?

I will not SUFFER YOUR INSULTS, Character. I am neither skulking nor am I associating with the vermin that crawls within these walls. I am waiting for the perfect moment to strike at these smugglers of contraband. Contraband that will fetch a very high value once I seize it from their grubby hands!

And when I have won the contest, I will allow you to come begging on hand and knee for the scraps that are beneath my notice.

And I will deny you even that!

• You're seriously planning on attacking the entire Black Market?

No, Character. I have already begun doing so even before you swaggered up to me. What I'm doing now is waiting for my homing devices to show me the whereabouts of their wealthiest distributors and hold them at ransom. Once done... I shall BUY the Black Market's inventory and then sell it for a price that pleases me.

You do not possess the technological superiority to pull off a plan such as I have, Character. You should spend time within Aeon's foolish video game he calls Architect Entertainment. Maybe in a hundred years, you might come up with something one-tenth as cunning as I have.

Who am I kidding? You'll be in one of Longbow's holding cells within days of me defeating you in this contest.

Believe me... I'll see that it happens.

• Sound and fury, Omnicore. We'll see if you can back it up.

Briefing

This terminal appears to control a number of circuitry pathways throughout the building. With a little coaxing, you can reroute the power to your bombs. With enough of a delay accounted for, you should have enough time to set the bombs to explode and still get out of the building.

• Hack the Terminal.

As you finish hacking the terminal, you hear footsteps approaching...

• Look behind you...

Briefing

You have done well, Character. Even with my assisstance, assaulting a Longbow base is no small task.

• Scirocco? You're the person behind all of this?

I am not. You benefactor's identity remains a mystery to us both. However, do note that despite your pains to the contrary, Arachnos has taken notice of this contest.

Lord Recluse does not allow anything to happen within his city unless he has given his allowance for it to proceed. You and yours are in direct defiance of his wishes.

• Sou you gave me the explosives - to blow up myself?

Do not presume that I think as you do, Character. I am not so low as to defeat you through subterfuge. If I wish you dead, I would stand before you, sword in hand.

No, I set you up for success so that you may win this contest tthat you are taking part in. And as you continue to win, you will provide me with the information I seek.

• What is it you are looking for?

Your curiosity surpasses your station, Character. I do not wish to divulge my motives at this time, and it is not necessary that I do so. All you need to know at this point is that you are to continue your role in this game, all the while attempting to unveil the mask of the one truly behind it.

Of course, you can always decline. If you do, I believe your chances of escaping from this base alive should drop... considerably.

• I... see. Alright, Scirocco. I'm in.

Arachnos appreciates your cooperation, Now go back to your... coordinater... and instruct him to look at the smoke on the horizon. Word will spread that you were solely responsible for this. You will be contacted in the future with further instructions.

And remember, Character... I am personally watching you.

• I'll... I'll keep that in mind...

Briefing

Okay, dude. Here's the plan. I'm all about brute force, right? So the way this is going to go down is that you're gonna need to bust the chops of all these dudes I've paid to beat you up. Pretty good plan, eh?

• No. That's actually pretty boring, Zephyr.

You know, I thought you were gonna say that. So since I didn't want you to get all whiney, I figured I'd give all these dudes a bit of my power. You know, like the way a god or something does to his worshippers? 'Cuz I'm cool like that.

• You can hand out your powers to other people?

Yeah, totally! All they've gotta do is wear one of these bracelets that look like my totally sweet belt, and *whamo!*, they're sporting cool wind powers and all that.

• So your powers come from your belt?

Wha... huh? My belt? Dude... why should my powers, uh, come from my belt? That's like, you know, totally dumb, dude. Why gotta be so stupid, you know?

• Hm... looks like I touched on a sore spot.

Okay, you know what dude? I don't like your attitude. So 'cuz of that, I'm gonna crank up the voltage, like, totally big time, right? Now these dudes are gonna get even more of my powers. Like, the part where I can't even be killed because I'm the freakin' wind, dude.

Haha! You are so gonna get your butt kicked now!

• So... they can't be killed?

Well, it's gonna take a bit for all that to transfer over to them, alright? But I can tell you one thing for certain - you ain't fast enough to take down all these dudes before that super invulnerability stuff starts working.

Wow... why didn't I think about doing that from the start? That was kinda dumb...

• So your plan is to make your henchmen invulnerable?

Yeah, what's wrong with making all my little slaves as powerful as me?

All I had to do was channel all of my Enhancements into these altars.

It's not hard to do. So now, you're like my hero captive and all, and you gotta bust your way out from my hordes of invulnerable lackeys.

• I'll find a way, Zephyr.

Briefing

Look, I said I give up, okay?! You win, dude!

• Say it again. Say that I win.

YOU WIN! YOU WIN!

There, happy now? Jeez. You know, you're a really sore winner. You, like, totally suck.

• Perhaps I should tell Graves --

Aw c'mon, dude... that's like totally uncool. I take it back. You don't suck. You're like the coolest villain I've ever met, okay?

• Say it LOUDER.

FINE! You are the coolest villain here in the Rogue Isles and I only wish I could be as cool as you. I'm scum and you're totally rad.

Now PLEEEEEASE don't tell Graves and get me disqualified.

• I grant you mercy... for I am a gracious god.

Briefing

You may think you were soooooo smart to blow up those Longbows, but I'll have you know that I'm as smart as I am cute!

We're going to have some fun with getting you in trouble with the police! Yup! I'm calling the cops on you!

• I'm playing the 'hero', Dollface. Cops don't arrest heroes.

Yeah, that's what you think, huh? Well, Mr. Smartypants, what if they think you're a bad man, huh? Then you're going to go to JAIL!

• What're you gonna do, mind-control them?

HEY! WHO TOLD YOU!? Did that silly doctor tell you!?

Great. My plan is so ruined now. I spent all that time putting a mental time-bomb in your head, and for what? For you to go ahead and ruin it? THANKS A LOT, Character.

• Wait, what?! What do you mean 'mental' time-bomb!?

The thing that's going to make your brain blow up in the next hour. Or was it day? I'm so upset with you I don't even remember anymore!

You were SUPPOSED to go fight some Arachnos guys to get the deactivator safety-word and then bring it to Dean Yu at the University so he could remove the mental bomb, but you screwed it all up!

• So I need to get this 'word' to John Yu?

Yeah, but I wasn't going to tell you that Dean Yu could fix it, because then you could fix the bomb. You were supposed to fight Arachnos guys then get put in jail forever.

Whatever. I don't like playing with you, Character. You ruin everything!

• Arachnos agents then Dean Yu. Got it.

Briefing

What is the meaning of this? If I plan on receiving the grant money from these inventions people are putting together, I'm going to need to publish these papers in prestigious journals before they do.

I would hope the reason you're bothering me is far more important than that.

• I've got a mental time-bomb in my head!

Mental time-bomb? I've seen a number of people here invent all manner of devices from the salvage they've acquired through fighting the scum that litters the streets, but I've never heard of a 'mental time-bomb' before.

• I have the deactivation phrase right here!

Deactivation phrase? What on earth are you blabbering on about? Let me see this.

John Yu looks at the paper, a smile curling around the edges of his mouth, then looks very stone-faced a moment later.

Well, this is very serious, indeed. This phrase - 'ego sum res fraudatio' - definitely has the ability to remove the common, every day mental time-bomb. You see, it's Neo-Latin for - 'Better than a faker.' This was the old way of saying - 'Haters gotta hate'.

However, this will not help with a mental time-bomb in the head of one of you super-powered types. No, no, you'll need more than that.

• Hurry! My head could blow at any moment!

In order for you to deactivate it, you will need to think of the phrase - 'ego sum res fraudatio' - whilst you dispatch a good number of Luddites that have been making my job very difficult as of late.

Oh! And, of course, they've been interfering with mental deactivationizing... I think I heard a group down south in the Devil's Coat Tails talking about just that!

So, go knock around a number of those Luddites and you should be right as rain.

• Whew! Thanks! I might actually live another day!

Briefing

What a lovely look, Character. Green is definitely your color.

• Get to the point, Crosscut.

Oh, but that's when my friends no longer sing those adorable warbles of 'please don't' and 'I'll do anything for you to stop'. But, if you'd like, I'll do that for you... since you're one of my favorites.

Today we're going to play a little game I like to call 'Hide and Seek'. I've drizzled a rather delicate perfume all over you with a blend of notes such as mahogany, rose hips, and orphan's tears. You may not have a nose for the aroma, but it soothes the savage snake.

• Your evil plan is to spray me with perfume?

No, that was just something I felt would make you happy, Character. You are happy now, aren't you? Tell me... tell me I make you happy...

Since you are the silly hero in my game, all you need to do is use the little vial of antivenin that I have in the back of these caves. See? How devilishly frightening, yes?

• Why is antivenin supposed to be scary?

You silly little hero, you. How else are you supposed to live through the venom coursing through your veins?

• Venom? What venom?!

The kissy-juice my snake friends just injected you with before you talked with me, of course.

Shush shush... you can thank me later, Character. Why not after you find the antivenin, yes?

You don't mind if I tag along and watch, do you?

I like to watch.

• How dare... forget it... I'll deal with you later

Briefing

How??!! How could they turn on me?! I made them in my image, and they turned on me...

• It seems you fail at being a god, Omnicore.

YOU!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!!!

I don't know how you did, but youuuuu... YOU DID THIS! I VOW TO ---

• To keep failing at beating me?

Mark my words, Character. I. Will. Kill. You.

• It's good to have goals, Omnicore.

Briefing

Let us not dawdle. You have been given the rules and the scoring. The agents of Arachnos are here, and are currently being intercepted by your fellow contestants.

• How is the score being kept?

I shall be recording the events of the Killing Game for our benefactors perusal from a remote location at the far end of the arena.

We will be observing the action from multiple vantage points in the area. Your progress will be noted and scoring will be maintained by our benefactor.

Once the Killing Game has reached its conclusion, the contestant with the highest score will be declared the winner.

• I'm ready.

I'd wish you good luck, but let us be honest. I hope you fail.

With that, I will see you when you are done.

• Why you son --

Briefing

Character. What is the meaning of this?

• I'm not sure what you mean, Graves.

You were witnessed defeating a total of five heroes in this area. Our previous intel indicated that there were not even five heroes patrolling all of Galaxy City.

And yet, the heroes appeared, each of them cut down by your hand. The other contestants did not encounter a single hero during the course of this trial.

Explain.

• I guess I'm just lucky, Graves. I beat those heroes with nothing but my own power.

Dr. Graves begins to grind his teeth. His fists are clenched so tightly you almost expect him to lash out at you.

Your method of defeating the heroes that confronted you is not in question. What is in question is how and why they appeared right in front of you for no apparent reason.

You should not have won this game, Character.

• So, I won, then? Unless you have evidence of foul play...

Your existence in and of itself is evidence of foul play, Character.

Dr. Graves trembles with rage for a while longer, then slumps.

Very well. This is not the outcome I desired, nor what I expected. And yet, I can find no fault in your actions based on the recordings I have seen.

As much as it pains me to admit it, Character, you have done it.

You have won the Killing Game.

• Fantastic. I'll collect my reward in the Isles. See you soon, Graves.

Briefing

Character. You have come, as expected.

• Uh... yes. I need to ask you about-

I am aware. You wish to kill an elemental avatar - a bold plan, if a foolish one. One is as likely to stab the ocean to death as to slay a primal element. Your powers, though potent, cannot harm what takes no form.

• So... you're telling me it's impossible to kill Zephyr?

To kill him, yes. However, there are objects that bind the Avatar of Zephyrous Minor to his corporeal form. If those objects were destroyed, he would not die. He would, however, cease to exist in any meaningful way - to you, that is.

I can describe to you these objects, and direct you to them, but the Fates would demand an appropriate price as compensation for this gift.

• Price, huh? Do you want my soul? I'm not really using it...

Fool. The Fates have no need for a solitary mortal soul. What the Fates demand is balance.

In showing you Zephyr's weakness, I grant you the opportunity for great reward: namely, the ability to carry out your foolhardy mission.

To balance this, the Fates will demand greater risk, to justify this boon. You will find that Zephyr's powers have become stronger, that he has become more resilient... this will be the hand of the Fates. It cannot be avoided.

• So, I can learn Zephyr's weakness, but he'll become stronger when I do?

Essentially, yes. This is the price that the Fates ask of all. Are you willing to pay the price?

• I am, Fateweaver.

Very well.

The Avatar of Zephyrous Minor uses two anchors in this world: The Cardinal Altars, which bind him to the mortal realm, and The Eye of the Storm, which he wears as a belt to retain his corporeal form.

When you harm him, he will likely return to his natural state, where you will be unable to inflict damage upon him. Perform this ritual of summoning upon his altars, and he will return to a state where he can be harmed. Weaken him enough, and you will be able to remove and destroy The Eye.

The Fateweaver directs you to Zephyr's lair, where the altars are located.

Your fate is now in your own hands, Character. Do not falter.

• Zephyr's days are numbered.

Briefing

Alright, dude, you got me. You're a low-down jerk for using the Fates, but you did, and now I'm stuck.

I'm guessing they also told you the rest of it, too, huh?

• Yep. All I have to do is break your belt.

Aww, man. That is like, THE lamest thing ever. Using the Fates is, like, totally cheating. I mean, yeah, they made me stronger I guess, but that doesn't make it fair!

And it's going to take me SO freakin' long to make another body... this is, like, the worst day ever.

• Well... there's an alternative, you know.

What? C'mon, dude, don't play with me. I know you've been itching to get rid of me since, like, we first met. Just get it over with already.

• I'm only here because Graves sent me here.

Yeah, that's what I though- wait, what?

You explain to Zephyr what Graves sent you to do, and your intent to eventually betray him.

Dude, you are like, the shadiest villain I've ever met. You're gonna ambush him, after you already won? You're a new kind of crazy, I swear.

Well, if you're gonna let me keep my body, dude, I'm in. Just let me know when it's going down and I'll be there.

• I'll keep in touch, Zephyr.

Briefing

So. You returned. And yet, the wind still howls. Your mission has failed...

You can feel the Fateweaver staring at you, despite the fact that you cannot see her eyes.

And yet, it has not.

• How... did you know...?

The Fateweaver chuckles at you. Her laugh sounds metallic, and hollow.

Fool. I am a Fateweaver. I possess knowledge that extends beyond time. I do not need your help in determining the outcome of your deed.

As you are no longer attempting to kill the Avatar, the Fates are no longer amplifying his powers. You may find, however, that the Fates may play a significant role in your future.

• How so?

You wish to attain power, as does any of your kind. The Fates can grant such power, but again, there is always a price.

If you wish it, I can allow you to reap greater rewards from your deeds - your powers would grow faster, you would acquire great riches, and you would become infamous. And yet, all this would come only at the cost of constant struggle. Each foe you face would be more formidable than the last, and your strength will never seem enough.

This is the price the Fates would ask of you. Should you wish to make a bargain, seek me out.

• I'll consider it, Fateweaver.

Briefing

Welcome to Facemaker! We have averything on hand it takes to make a new you!

• I bet you say that to everyone that comes in here.

Well of course I do. Did you expect that I would treat you extra-special just because you-

The Facemaker stops short, eyeing you suspiciously.

Wait... you're not here for a makeover, are you? What do you want? Why are you here?

• I need to know of someone named Omnicore has requested your services.

And why would I tell you something like that? I happen to respect a little thing called doctor-patient confidentiality!

Besides, if I went around blabbing about every operation I've ever done, then Villains like you wouldn't ever use my services, then, would they? No sense in getting a new face if everyone knows what it looks like!

• Villains like me?

Of course! Some come in wanting to flee the authorities, others just want to look more imposing... whatever it is, I can make it happen. My surgical team is the best in the business, and you can take that to the bank!

Well, you probably wouldn't want to... the bank here in Cap keeps getting robbed. But that's not the point, is it?

What I'm getting at is that I don't reveal patient history. To anyone. Got it?

• Let's start over. Hi, I'm the Face Unmaker. I'm about to unmake your face...

Now, now, there's no need for that. Calm down.

The Facemaker ponders her predicament. After a moment she grins at you.

I've had a change in policy. I still won't reveal my patient history, but technically the lady you're talking about wasn't ever a patient. She came in for a consultation, that's all.

• Really? Do tell.

She wanted me to make her unrecognizable. She said she had some nasty people after her - I assume that's you - and she needed to disappear for a while.

I told her I could do it, but when we reached the point where she had to take off her gear, she refused. The crazy woman threw a fit right here in my studio, screaming about how we were trying to 'take her power away' or something. She's a loony, that one.

After that, she stalked out muttering something about robbing a bank. That's the last I saw of her.

• Hmm. Alright. See you around, Facemaker.

The Facemaker wrinkles her nose at you.

Yeah? Well, next time maybe you can get some work done. I don't much care for traffic that isn't business. Understand?

• Whatever.

Briefing

Ya? What do you want? I do not know you, and I am not sure what you want from ME.

• I'm here fore information, Boris. I'm looking for a woman named Omnicore.

Omni...core? I do not know this name. I know many names, but I do not know this one.

I am sorry that I could not help you further.

• Maybe if I describe her? Silver armor, perpetual scowl, bad temperament...

Hmm... Silver armor...?

Boris's brow furrows in concentration. He looks up suddenly, and bursts into bellowing laughter.

Ha HAAAA ha ha ha! You are talking about my little Lapushka!

• Your little... Lapushka?

Yes, yes! I have known her for a very long time. I did not know she gave herself a name, but her demeanor is unmistakable.

The person you describe, it must be her!

• And she let's you call her that?

HA ha ha, no! She tells me she will kill me every time I call her this. And yet I am still here, so she must not hate it as much as she says, yes?

Lapushka was here very recently, in fact. She told me that she needed money quickly, and when you need money quickly, you speak to Boris!

Boris's chest puffs up with pride.

• Right... so you gave her some money?

No no no no! I do not give money so easily, ha ha! What I give are jobs!

My Lapushka and I, we have an... understanding, yes? If I see a good opportunity, perhaps a good heist, this is when I speak with her. I give her job, she brings back the money, and we both take our share. It is... how you say... mutually beneficial arrangement.

• I see. So she needed money, robbed a bank... then what?

Boris shrugs at you.

We split our shares and she went on her way. I am sure she needed the money for all the little gizmos she is constantly making. Terrible little things, things that could make a grown man soil hilself! Ha ha ha...

Boris shakes his head, smiling fondly.

My Lapushka is always making these things. One time she...

• I'm pretty sure I'm done talking with you.

Briefing

Speak, citizen. What is it that you want from me?

• I, uh, I was wondering if an armored woman came by recently to purchase parts from you?

Yes, there was a woman of that description who purchased from me recently. I believe her name was Omnicore.

• Oh! Well then. That was easier than I thought.

No problem, citizen. I'm happy to share my transaction history with you, free of charge.

A sinister grin appears on the Quartermaster's face.

Of course, Omnicore made some very high-end purchases from me. She seemed to be putting some dangerous tech together. Why, if I were you, I would think twice about confronting her.

At least, equipped as you are now.

• As I am now? What do you mean?

Why, I merely meant to suggest that, since Omnicore spent a small fortune on the devices I sold her, she probably has something very sinister planned. You might not be able to handle whatever she's got in store for you.

On the other hand, I have a number of devices that might be able to bolster your own power. With these, you might become a match for Omnicore, and you might be able to survive your upcoming encounter.

• Wait, are you serious? You're trying to get me to buy from you?

Well, I suppose if your powers don't interact properly with my inventory, another Quartermaster mights be more appropriate for your needs. And, truly, you're not required to purchase anything from anyone.

I'm merely stating that your chances would be greater if your powers were operating at optimum capacity. If you don't enhance them properly, then you won't stand a chance.

• Okay, okay, I get it. Can you tell me where Omnicore went after she bought from you?

Luckily for you, I plant tracking devices on all my merchandise. I'll even give you her coordinates, free of charge. Now all you have to worry about is not dying when you meet her.

Remember, citizen. If you need the strength to succeed, Arachnos can help... for a price.

• Yeah. I've been hearing that a lot lately.

Briefing

Finish it, Character. I will not sit idly by while you gloat over my defeat.

• I don't recalll ever taking orders from you, Omnicore.

Hrmph. So you insist upon delaying your triumph so that you may insult me further? Typical. I shall never understand how I could be beaten by someone so trivial as you..

• Tempting, to be sure. But, alas, I did not come here to kill you.

Omnicore falls silent, genuinely shocked by your statement.

I would suspect you of trickery if I though you had any further advantage to gain, Character. Explain yourself.

• How do you feel about Dr. Graves, Omnicore?

My hatred for Dr. Graves is overshadowed only by my hatred fro you, Character. That the two of you combined efforts to see my downfall is the greatest shame I have endured.

• That's what I thought. How would you like to kill him for me?

How would I-

Well, Character. You are more devious than I originally thought. If the price of my life is participation in the murder of Dr. Graves, I will gladly accept.

You can feel Omnicore's glare from behind her faceplate.

But knew this, Character. The moment Graves falls, you and I will be sworn enemies once more. Do not expect me to forget your transgression against me.

Mark my words: I will be the last thing you ever see.

• I wouldn't have it any other way, Omnicore.

Briefing

Oh, man. I am glad to see you.

Well, I guess not you, specifically. Just anyone that's not Crosscut. That guy... that guy is bad news.

• Yes, I know. I'm looking for him. Why are you here?

I don't know, man. I was smashing up some loser's car when I started to get a whiff of this smell. It was like window cleaner or something.

Next thing I know, I wake up here and this guy Crosscut is standing over me. Tells me I need to play some kind of game with him. Then he makes like a spook and all these snake-things show up... man, I just don't know what's going on.

• Wow. Sounds like a blast.

I know, right? I think my karma's out of whack or something.

Look, man. I can't take these things, and I certainly don't want to tangle with Crosscut mano a mano. You seem like you can handle these snake-dudes, and you say you're looking for Crosscut...

Mind taking me with you?

• Ha, no. I don't need you weighing me down.

I won't, man, I promise! I know these things are a bit much for me to handle, but I won't be fighting them by myself! I can support you, you know?

Think about it, man. You can get one of them distracted, and I can blast him from behind! We can be like partners, or-

At the word 'partners', you level a stare at the thug so withering that he stops short of finishing his sentence.

No no no, not partners. I misspoke! It would be more like, um...

I could be your lackey!

• Ugh. Just don't get in my way.

Briefing

Crosscut is severely wounded, but doesn't seem to be registering a significant amount of pain.

Character... You've been a very naughty boy / girl. You interfered with my game, and broke my toys. You even took my favorite one, and kept it for yourself.

That doesn't make me smile, not one bit.

• I've got a new game for you, Crosscut. Much more fun than this one.

Oh, I don't know, Character. I've been having a lot of fun in here, and now you're here to play with me too!

If you'll stay with me, I'm sure we could have some wonderful times together...

Unless, of course, your game is as fun as you say.

• How would you like to play with Dr. Graves? I'd join in on the fun.

Crosscut recoils from you.

You want to play with the Doctor? Why? He never smiles, not one bit!

It's no fun playing with someone that doesn't smile. And his eyes aren't pretty at all!

• I hear he can't be killed. You could play with him forever!

Crosscut nods eagerly at you.

Ohhhhh, that does sound fun, Character! You think of the best games! I want to play with the Doctor, too!

But... before we play, I would like one favor from you. Please, Character? Pretty please?

• W-what is it, Crosscut? I swear, if you try to-

I just want my toy back, Character. He's my favoritest toy ever, and I don't want to start a new game until I'm finished playing with him.

Crosscut giggles at you, his entire body shivering with delight.

I promise, it won't take long...

• Oh, that's all? Sure, go ahead. Knock yourself out.

Crosscut immediately snaps his gaze to the Skull eccompanying you.

Oh, thank you, Character. I won't be long...

• Right. I'll see you around.

Briefing

Character... I would congratulate you, but my demise will be a blessing compared to what is in store for you.

• You're not really in a good position to make threats, Graves.

For the first time since you've known him, you hear Dr. Graves laugh. It is not a sound you enjoy.

It is no threat, fool. It is a reality you have not yet been made aware of. There is so much you do not yet know, I almost pity you.

You are, quite simply, doomed.

• Explain, then. I'm listening.

At this point I'm sure you believe that our vaunted benefactor does not exist, and that I have been running this contest myself.

On the first point, you would be correct. No benefactor exists to offer you the power you were promised. I should think that would be fairly obvious by now.

However, I am most certainly not the ringleader of this little circus. I am merely a pawn... in her game.

Your suspicions have been misspent, Character. I was not the one you should have been wary of.

• 'Her game'? Wait, you can't be serious...

Dr. Graves's laughter devolves into sputtering and coughing.

Fool. Even after she has been revealed, you continue to underestimate Dollface. She... it is capable of horrors you have never dreamed of.

She started this contest to find a body, Character. Hers is deteriorating, and my surgical skills have their limits. Your reward for victory was to be eternal torment, trapped within a body you do not control.

Abandon all hope, Character. She is a being as ancient as these very Isles we stand upon. You have no chance of defeating her.

• Perhaps not... at least, not alone.

Graves stares at you silently. You match his gaze without faltering.

I am not sure that even our combined efforts could defeat her, Character. However, she has already chosen your body for conquest.

As it stands now, I have nothing to lose. I either die here, by your hand, or die by hers. I believe Omnicore and Zephyr are in similar predicaments. If you wish me to stand with you against her - against that infernal terror - then I will do so.

• Very well. But remember, Graves - I'm running the show from now on.

Grave's eyes flare with resentment, but he makes no protest.

As you wish, Character. We shall follow your lead.

...For now.

• Good enough, Graves. Good enough.

Briefing

ACCESSING...

BODY CANDIDATE DATABASE INITIATED

SELECT A FILE

A list of five entries appears on the screen.

• [View Entry: Crosscut]

CANDIDATE: CROSSCUT

ANALYSIS
Crosscut appears to be human, and thus should be an excellent candidate for possession. However, Crosscut's sociopathic tendencies and aberrant behaviors would make possession conspicuous. Acting rationally, interacting with other sentient creatures, and other seemingly normal behaviors would represent a radical departure from Crosscut's 'normal behavior' pattern.

RECOMMENDATION: INVALID CANDIDATE

• [View Entry: Dr. Graves]

CANDIDATE: DR. GRAVES

ANALYSIS
Dr. Graves is human, but his age implies a significant presence of necrotic tissue. Possession would likely be of a shorter duration than another, healthier candidate. Furthermore, Dr. Graves has proven invaluable in extending the lifespan of bodies that have already been claimed. Possession would negate this value.

RECOMMENDATION: INVALID CANDIDATE

• [View Entry: Zepyhr]

CANDIDATE: Zephyr

ANALYSIS
Zephyr's flexible attitudes and behaviors would make inconspicuous possession fairly simple. As Zephyr exhibits Rogue-like tendencies, nearly any behavior would seem appropriate for him. However, it is unclear what biotype Zephyr actually is. It is certain that he is not human, nor is he biologically similar enough to guarantee successful possession.

RECOMMENDATION: INVALID CANDIDATE

• [View Entry: Omnicore]

CANDIDATE: Omnicore

ANALYSIS
Omnicore's Villainous attitudes and behaviors would make possession fairly convenient, and her resources would prove a valuable asset. However, it appears that the vast majority of her biological structure has been replaced with powered implants and grafts. It is unclear if, after possession, Omnicore's entire body could be properly controlled. If not, the results would be disastrous.

RECOMMENDATION: INVALID CANDIDATE

• [View Entry: Character]

CANDIDATE: Character

ANALYSIS
Character appears to be the most physically and mentally capable of the candidates in question. He / She is a relatively new addition to the Rogue Isles, making his / her motives difficult to discern. While he / she exhibits Villainous tendencies currently, it would not be inconcievable were he / she to become more Rogue-like. While Characterhas not been observed long enough to confirm his / her exact biology, he / she appears to be susceptible to Psychic attacks, which should imply that he / she is also vulnerable to possession.

RECOMMENDATION: VALID CANDIDATE

Briefing

Character. You have done well. Arachnos commends you on your efforts.

• What is this, Scirocco?

I have had an... interest in this creature for some time. She exhibits powers that could prove to be quite useful to Arachnos, if directed properly.

Furthermore, it appears she shares some... functional similarities to my colleague, Ghost Widow. Having possession of this creature may afford me some leverage within Arachnos in the future.

• Wait a second. This entire time, you were after Dollface?

That is correct, Character. I had been aware that this creature was lurking somewhere within your little group, but it was impossible to discern which one was our target. You only recently arrived in the Rogue Isles, and thus I was certain that you were... untainted. This is why I chose you as my agent.

I must admit, however, that you performed well above expectations. I had implemented a number of alternative measures in case you perished, that were, of course, unnecessary. Your survival instincts are superb.

• So, I'm free to go? No hard feelings about that whole 'contest for power' thing?

Scirocco chuckles softly, and shakes his head

No, Character. Arachnos takes little interest in the games and power plays that occur within the Isles. To be truthful, they are actually encouraged. Lord Recluse respects ambition, and it appears you have it in spades.

You have proved to be crucial in the capture of this... most valuable entity, and for that you have my gratitude.

I sense great potential in you, Character. You have power, and the guile necessary to direct it properly. If you survive long enough in this harsh place, I expect you will prosper.

• Um... thanks. I think.

Briefing

Dollface is trapped within a whirlwind of magical energy. Upon seeing your approach, she doubles her efforts to break free from her bonds.

Character... please... it hurts so much...

Please... help me...

• Nice try, Dollface. I'm not buying it.

Dollface's eyes flare with sinister energy.

You would do well to mind yourself, worm. This cage cannot hold me forever.

Mark my words: when I escape the grasp of these wretched wizards, I will find you. The torment I shall provide you will echo across the ages.

• Enjoy your new home, Dollface. I'm sure Arachnos will take good care of you. (End conversation.)

• Do you want me to free you? I could do that, if you wanted.

Dollface's eye widen, and she speaks to you softly.

Oh, would you? Would you really?

• Ha, no. I just wanted to crush your hopes one last time.

Dollface's eyes flare with sinister energy.

You would do well to mind yourself, worm. This cage cannot hold me forever.

Mark my words: when I escape the grasp of these wretched wizards, I will find you. The torment I shall provide you will echo across the ages.

• Enjoy your new home, Dollface. I'm sure Arachnos will take good care of you. (End conversation.)

Briefing

Dr. Graves maintains the same, grim expression as always. However, his stance is different. It is lower, less aggressive... you would almost say that Dr. Graves appears relieved.

So, Character. It is finally over. The creature that called itself Dollface has been captured, and I am once again a free man.

I do not expect an amiable reception from you, Character. I know you all too well. Still, I feel that I must thank you. Your efforts have managed to achieve what I once thought was impossible.

• How long were you working for Dollface, anyway?

I do not suffer from the deterioration of age as most do, Character. I have been alive for centuries. I do not remember exactly when the creature first approached me, but it spared my life in exchange for my surgical talents. For each body it stole, I was able to keep that body intact for far longer than otherwise.

I am not a squeamish man, nor a moral one. I have committed terrible sins against my fellow man. But... the horror, the sheer depravity I witnessed while bound to Dollface was...

Dr. Graves trails off, turning somewhat pale.

...I'm eager to put that behind me, Character.

• As am I, Graves. This 'benefactor' scam has ended up being a massive waste of time.

Dr. Graves raises an eyebrow at you.

Has it, Character? The shadowy benefactor was my fabrication, yes. And the promised 'power' you were to be granted did not exist, true.

And yet, I have witnessed tremendous growth in your power over the course of the trial. And while the organizer of our contest had malicious intentions, you ended up with a benefactor of your own. Few Villains in these Isles can claim they have assissted a Patron of Lord Recluse himself.

You seem to have come out of this little game with all of the prize, Character.

• Hmph... if you say so, Graves.

• You're weak, Graves, Did you ever stop whimpering long enough to look for an advantage?

Character, the things that I've seen would chill the very blood in your...

Dr. Graves takes a moment to calm himself.

Perhaps you are right. Perhaps a more stoic soul like yourself would have been able to deal with Dollface better than I.

But that business is behind us, Character. All that is left to us now is the present, and our plans for the future.

Dr. Graves leans in close to you, close enough for you to smell the stench of death on him.

My plans do not include you, Character. Watch over yourself carefully.

• You're welcome to try me anytime, old man. I'll be waiting.

• You don't have a problem with the fact that I was working with Arachnos?

Dr. Graves lets out a sigh. As with his laughter, it is a profane sound. You hope to never hear it again.

To be honest, Character, it infuriates me far less to know that you were working for Scirocco than to not know. Your feats during the contest were unexplainable, and you often displayed special knowledge of your opponents that led to your uncontested victory.

Had I not learned of your involvement with Arachnos, I would be left with only the theory that you were omniscient.

Dr. Graves half-smiles, half-sneers at you.

And trust me, Character, that's a difficult argument to take seriously.

• Do not credit Arachnos entirely, Graves. I had help, but that's all.

As you say, Character. I do not need further proof of your abilities. Securing Arachnos's assistance gave you an edge, but you prevailed in many tasks by virtue of your own power.

Still, do not discount Arachnos in your further career, Character. You have managed to gain the favor of a Patron of Recluse - no easy feat. I would recommend that you not squander the opportunities now laid open before you.

You should by no means trust them, but they have a tremendous number of resources at their disposal. A fact that, were I in your position, I would not hesitate to exploit.

• I'll keep that in mind, Graves.

• Funny, Graves. And yet, I managed to deceive you rather easily.

The right side of Dr. Graves's face twitches momentarily.

This is true, Character. Clearly, you are a master of guile and cunning. And yet, I wonder what you gained from all of this, in the end?

Did you receive a tremendous award from Arachnos? Were you granted an ancient power? Has your status in the Rogue Isles improved one iota? Few knew about our little contest, and even fewer know of Dollface's true nature. Do not expect gratitude from Scirocco, or favorable treatment from Arachnos.

I, on the other hand, gained my freedom. The freedom to pursue plans of my own design.

Dr. Graves locks eyes with you.

Plans that may include you, Character. Be prepared.

• I'll be ready for anything you can dish out, Graves. Bring it.