OOC: Dialogue Files

[tatteredlace]

Fearful: I must away! These morbid paths curdle my blood!
Fearful: Curses! A blacker fate I dare not imagine!
Fearful: My mind conjures the baying of wolves! What horrors!
Fearful: This place suffers not folk as fair as myself! Away, away!
Fearful: Not but once have I stood in fear as nakedly as this!

Paranoia: Twenty-five percent, says I. You will sell me no dog!
Paranoia: I sense the flick of a viper's tongue. Beware of treachery...
Paranoia: Their eyes shift about. I daresay a trick is afoot...
Paranoia: Betrayal... I must cast a keen eye over my shoulder...
Paranoia: I assure you, the worst is far from over.

Masochism: Come, foul denizens of the night! Do your worst!
Masochism: There's no wound a half-gallon of absinthe won't cure.
Masochism: What's a bruise or two, in the face of such plunder?
Masochism: Pshaw! I know a lovely doctor who owes me a favour...
Masochism: You cannot harm one whom society has left for dead...

Abusive: Stand away from me, you beggars!
Abusive: My allies' dank musk will disguise me well.
Abusive: None of you beslubbering dewberries can be trusted...
Abusive: Pray tell how I ended up out here with these half-wits?
Abusive: You lot render me positively queenly. I approve.

Selfishness: Best let me appraise the loot. I have an eye for jewels!
Selfishness: These hook-fingered brutes are fleecing me, I know it.
Selfishness: Twenty-five percent... laughable! I am worth a fortune!
Selfishness: I am no child slave. I deserve a Lady's recompense!
Selfishness: What an attractive bauble... Mine!

Depression: Curse this life. Still, 'tis my own doing...
Depression: Seems I've been sentenced to dawdle with oafish cut-purses.
Depression: I was a Lady once. Now, little more than a burglar.
Depression: Blazes. Imagine if I'd been content with what I had...
Depression: "A bird in the hand," the judge said. Sigh.

Irrational: Off with my head! A capital idea!
Irrational: So many young gentlemen, so little propriety. Sigh.
Irrational: I become like the earth! Claiming all!
Irrational: There is a woman in my coat! Out, out, you vagabond!
Irrational: Pass the teacakes my dear. There's a lass.

Stalwart: Pshaw. 'Tis little more than a children's funhouse!
Stalwart: Smoke and mirrors, my fellows. Little more!

Courageous: Bless me, this is going better than I thought.
Courageous: Just stay focused on the prize. Stay focused...
Courageous Heal: Calm thyself. We'll be home for teatime, I am certain.
Courageous Heal: Oh, relax, this is but a trifling matter...

Focused: Aim for the eyes. They'll ne'er see it coming.
Focused: Ponder not but the take. That's the job.
Focused Buff: Look at you, all heroic. (wink)
Focused Buff: Seems you've caught the gist of it. Fancy that!

Powerful: Enough lolly-gagging. Now I aim for the heart.
Powerful: A knife to the heart, t'other for the coinpurse.
Powerful Buff: Get us home, and I'll share out some of my filthy lucre.
Powerful Buff: You've seen how I do it, now you try!

Vigorous: A little bravery beats laudanum any day, apparently.
Vigorous: I can take them on single-handed!
Vigorous Heal: Hmm. Nothing to fuss about.
Vigorous Heal: (sings a pleasant song)

Stalwart: Well now... I feel positively radiant!
Stalwart: (defiant laughter)

Fearful: We should not tarry... Villainy is on the take.
Fearful: Cans't thou hear it? The low screeching on the wind?
Fearful: My skin prickles something fierce...

Paranoid: We have fallen prey to dark deeds and machinations.
Paranoid: A foul trick it was, luring me here...
Paranoid: They must have known we were coming!

Masochistic: Ha! Another mark won't tarnish this soul!
Masochistic: Yes, work away! Gives my chirurgeon something to do!
Masochistic: Do as you like. You'll not deter me from my share.

Abusive: No need for a weapon beyond that fetid rank!
Abusive: You reek like a mortician's refuse. Feh!
Abusive: So hideous... you wound my eyes!

Selfish: Damn and blast! They've bled on my coat YET AGAIN!
Selfish: How did I get hornswoggled into this malarkey? Bah!
Selfish: I'm looking out for me, and my coinpurse.

Depressed: And now we die... entombed in our greed.
Depressed: A sad end to a life full of promise and grace.
Depressed: From the loftiest heights to the blackest deeps...

Irrational: Bring me my needles! These wounds must be stitched!
Irrational: A stone vault with names... all in a peaceful rest...
Irrational: The lock is broken, the casket unsealed...

Fearful (Back One Pace): I've had more than my fill of this madness!
Fearful (Back One Pace): Enough! I cannot stand their dreadful gaze!
Fearful (Back One Pace): Too powerful! FAR too powerful!

Paranoid (Back One Pace): Heavens! They have come for me!
Paranoid (Back One Pace): Do you see their eyes! There is something EVIL within!
Paranoid (Back One Pace): We must away! Before their compatriots arrive!

Paranoid (Forward One Pace): Here's a worthy fellow! En garde!
Paranoid (Forward One Pace): Indeed, every prick takes away the sting!
Paranoid (Forward One Pace): I do rather like to be seen. (wink)

Irrational (Forward One Pace): I do indeed fancy a dance, thank ye!
Irrational (Forward One Pace): No second chance at life... only a second death.
Irrational (Forward One Pace): My fortune for a fence who trades souls for lucre...

Depressed (Forward One Pace): There is no compensation for what I've lost...
Depressed (Forward One Pace): Take me then. I know the grave better than most.
Depressed (Forward One Pace): Take me, then. Lord knows I've taken plenty of you.

Depressed (Back One Pace): What am I doing out here? I should have done more with my life.
Depressed (Back One Pace): There is no purpose to this. We must surrender!
Depressed (Back One Pace): I've fought long enough, and to what end?

Depressed (Forward One Pace): This pretty creep is all mine!
Depressed (Forward One Pace): You're fouling up my aim, you clay-brained manikin!
Depressed (Forward One Pace): The coin-purse on that one is positively bulging...

Depressed (Back One Pace): Far too messy for a lady like myself.
Depressed (Back One Pace): Honestly, I prefer the looting over the killing.
Depressed (Back One Pace): Dear me... All this gore is playing hell on my skin.

Depressed (Ignore Command): Are you perfectly mad?! They'll kill me!
Depressed (Ignore Command): No... They are too savage!
Depressed (Ignore Command): (gulp) I just... I just need to catch my wind.

Paranoid (Ignore Command): Hah, I am no lamb, led to slaughter!
Paranoid (Ignore Command): I'm no society hag!
Paranoid (Ignore Command): ... Foolishness!

Selfish (Ignore Command): I'm my own woman.
Selfish (Ignore Command): Yes, in a moment, in a moment... maybe.
Selfish (Ignore Command): You know, we never did discuss my expenses....

Depressed (Ignore Command): There is no sense in that. And I would know...
Depressed (Ignore Command): But why? Life owes me no favors.
Depressed (Ignore Command): I'll never buy my way out of this.

Irrational (Ignore Command): My leather is lacy and my lace is tattered...
Irrational (Ignore Command): It's tea time, I say!
Irrational (Ignore Command): My hair is positively knotted!

Paranoid (Random Action): I can feel a twisted gaze? Which of you snickered?!
Paranoid (Random Action): Who's that watching me?!
Paranoid (Random Action): Balderdash. I will not be deceived!

Masochistic (Random Action): Dance with me, dear!
Masochistic (Random Action): No, my sweet -- I rather like a little bloodying...
Masochistic (Random Action): What? Afraid of a little blood?

Abusive (Random Action): Pigs! Fools!
Abusive (Random Action): Let the expert handle this!
Abusive (Random Action): Psh, enough idle chatter!

Selfish (Random Action): Tsk. Let me make a decision for once.
Selfish (Random Action): And just when did I become your personal servant?
Selfish (Random Action): I do otherwise. Dost thou object...?

Depressed (Random Action): Surely you see there's no point to all this?
Depressed (Random Action): Hush now, sweet-cheeks. There's nothing more to do.
Depressed (Random Action): (chuckle) You foolish child. We are already dead.

Irrational (Random Action): I am swallowed by the black earth! I see nothing!
Irrational (Random Action): Flakes of gold and a smudge of rose...
Irrational (Random Action): Ambergris, Lily of The Valley, and smoldering oak...

Fearful (Random Action): I have a feeling I'll ne'er wake again...
Fearful (Random Action): I cannot sleep for the sounds of this place.
Fearful (Random Action): DRAW! ... Over there, I... swear I saw something...

Paranoid (Camp): I will be keeping a knife under my pillow tonight.
Paranoid (Camp): This place is death. Only a fool would close his eyes.
Paranoid (Camp): Something stalks us. I sense its musky rank...

Masochistic (Camp): Anyone care for a round of stabscotch?
Masochistic (Camp): I volunteer for the watch.
Masochistic (Camp): Sleep? And miss the surprise attack? Lordy, no!

Abusive (Camp): Sleep here? With you ill-bred canker-blossoms? Ha!
Abusive (Camp): If you malt-worms disturb my sleep, you'll regret it.
Abusive (Camp): Tsk. What next? Shall I LITERALLY sleep with dogs?

Selfish (Camp): Let me appraise the party loot. Come, hand it over.
Selfish (Camp): If you wanted sherry, you might have brought your own.
Selfish (Camp): You clear the next section. My body cries for repose.

Depressed (Camp): Bah. I've lost more money than you can dream of.
Depressed (Camp): There are no friends here. Keep to yourselves.
Depressed (Camp): So cold here. Like... like a mausoleum.

Irrational (Camp): Here's a pretty fellow! All lace and taffeta! Oh bravo!
Irrational (Camp): I see... I see a face in the fire... YOUR FACE.
Irrational (Camp): Let us play a game... I call it Whisky and Stabscotch.

Masochistic (Mark Self): Cut me! I wish to look the part!
Masochistic (Mark Self): Foolish trifles! Is this all I can expect from you?

Depressed (Mark Self): Come! My pitiable life deserves a pitiable end!
Depressed (Mark Self): I choose you! You will consign me to the grave! NOW!

Irrational (Mark Self): I have decided we must all die. We start with you.
Irrational (Mark Self): Darkness looms over you like a black vapour!

Paranoid (Attack Friend): I've seen you eyeing my things! Have at thee!
Paranoid (Attack Friend): Kill or be killed. 'Tis a hard lesson, to be sure!

Abusive (Attack Friend): You simpering cockerel. I've about had it with you!
Abusive (Attack Friend): En garde! You shall assault my senses no longer!

Irrational (Attack Friend): You were there! You were at my trial! BASTARD!
Irrational (Attack Friend): It was you! You ruined my life! HRRAAAA!

Masochistic (Attack Self): Pain? Pfff.
Masochistic (Attack Self): Here - I will help you along. ... There!

Depressed (Attack Self): A nick here, a nick there... soon the misery must end.
Depressed (Attack Self): Suicide, yes... A most romantic death.

Irrational (Attack Self): I see my name on the door! A mausoleum! MY MAUSOLEUM!
Irrational (Attack Self): I am the Reaper. All shall fall.

Paranoid (Block Retreat): And take the booty for yourself? Dear me, no.
Paranoid (Block Retreat): You cowardly dogfish! You KNEW this would happen!

Depressed (Block Retreat): No. My bed is made entirely of humiliation. Not one more.
Depressed (Block Retreat): Let me die with A SHRED of dignity, at least.

Masochistic (Block Retreat): Why? All these scars will look positively delightful!
Masochistic (Block Retreat): What? I was just starting to enjoy it!

Irrational (Block Retreat): No matter where we flee, the noose awaits...
Irrational (Block Retreat): I am the undertaker. I am death's apologist.

Fearful (Attacked): GAH! ... Why do we linger?? You merciless fools!
Fearful (Attacked): No! No more, please! Have pity!

Paranoid (Attacked): Ungh! It's the food! They can smell it from a mile off!
Paranoid (Attacked): You bastards! You're TRYING to stain my coat, aren't you?

Selfish (Attacked): Bloody hell! More holes to sew up!
Selfish (Attacked): Hey! Pick on someone your own... social class!

Masochistic (Attacked): MMMmmmm. Hurts so good.
Masochistic (Attacked): You hit hard. I rather like that!

Irrational (Attacked): Oh bother. You've positively ruined the carpet.
Irrational (Attacked): What a bloody mess you've made. Andrea, fetch the maid.

Fearful (Missed): (terrified scream)
Fearful (Missed): That one's out for blood! MY BLOOD!

Paranoid (Missed): Oh blast. I've gone and riled that one.
Paranoid (Missed): Why attack me?! How have I offended thee?!

Masochistic (Missed): You can do better, deary. Come now.
Masochistic (Missed): Aaaaw... I was looking forward to that one.

Irrational (Missed): Hmm? Oh, nothing for me, thank you.
Irrational (Missed): Breezy out today, isn't it?

Irrational (Ally Attack): Honestly, how am I to earn a bonus with you around?
Irrational (Ally Attack): Stop making it look so easy! Must keep our fees high...

Abusive (Ally Attack): Good, but try aiming next time.
Abusive (Ally Attack): Lovely. Now if only you could master the art of bathing.

Irrational (Ally Attack): Oh, lovely! Yes, the pink silk one. Beautiful!
Irrational (Ally Attack): Oh my! A party? For me?!

Fearful (Ally Attack MIssed): You see?! They are powerful beyond measure!
Fearful (Ally Attack MIssed): What madness brought us here?!

Paranoid (Ally Attack MIssed): Oh, just come out with it! They paid you to miss!
Paranoid (Ally Attack MIssed): You can not deceive me, you wretch. You have betrayed us!

Abusive (Ally Attack MIssed): Honestly, fish in a barrel have nothing to fear from you.
Abusive (Ally Attack MIssed): My cat could put up a better fight. And he's dead.

Selfish (Ally Attack MIssed): Good. I wanted that one for myself as is.
Selfish (Ally Attack MIssed): If I kill it, do I get the pick of his loot?

Irrational (Ally Attack MIssed): Such lovely doilies. Do they come in blood red??
Irrational (Ally Attack MIssed): And miss the grand ball? I THINK NOT.

Fearful (Ally Hit): Please... let us away! I see our deaths!
Fearful (Ally Hit): I am too young to have my name etched in stone... (shudder)

Paranoid (Ally Hit): It is as though they know our every move...
Paranoid (Ally Hit): I do not like this! They are too powerful!

Masochistic (Ally Hit): (soft moan) A little blood looks good on you, I must say.
Masochistic (Ally Hit): Ooo, me next!

Abusive (Ally Hit): Oh, lord, what a sham you are! Honestly!
Abusive (Ally Hit): Is that your signature move then? (titter titter)

Irrational (Ally Hit): Now now, you two. No rough-housing in the solarium.
Irrational (Ally Hit): SHHHH! This is a library!

Irrational (Ally Missed): And here we are... The white light at the end of the tunnel.
Irrational (Ally Missed): That's it! We've breathed our last, friends!

Paranoid (Ally Attack Missed): You are working together... You alone will survive.
Paranoid (Ally Attack Missed): You can not deceive me, wretch. You have betrayed us!

Irrational (Ally Missed): Darling, fetch the good napkins. Thank you, dear.
Irrational (Ally Missed): Oh, bother. I've gone and bust me seam.

Fearful (Block Ally): You amaze me, friend. Surely you know we must die.
Fearful (Block Ally): Move!? Hells-bells, I canst hardly breathe!

Paranoid (Block Ally): Mmm... l like not the look in your eye. I decline.
Paranoid (Block Ally): What, so you can slip away more easily? Ha!

Masochistic (Block Ally): I rather like it here. Grand view of the devastation.
Masochistic (Block Ally): No thank you. I think it's high-time I earned my keep.

Abusive (Block Ally): You fidget more than a child at mass. Honestly!
Abusive (Block Ally): By my troth, you're as nervous as a harlot on Sunday.

Irrational (Block Ally): (humming a waltz and ignoring you)
Irrational (Block Ally): Deary, the sailors hover about you like moths on a lantern!

Paranoid (Block Item): I don't need anything you have.
Paranoid (Block Item): Stop touching me! For Heaven's sake!

Masochistic (Block Item): Oh, that? I've weathered worse.
Masochistic (Block Item): T'is but a pin prick, deary! Go bother the others!


Depressed (Block Item): No, no, please... Just leave me to a spinster's fate!
Depressed (Block Item): You lovely fool. Can't you see it's too late?

Irrational (Block Item): HYAH! HYAH! Ride like the wind, my little horsey!
Irrational (Block Item): Do you like the needlework? I did it myself.

Paranoid (Block Heal): I very highly doubt your intentions, my good fellow!
Paranoid (Block Heal): Thank you, but no. I have my reasons.
Paranoid (Block Heal): Keep your silly incantations to yourself, please.

Masochistic (Block Heal): Why blunt the sting? It's kept me going thus far.
Masochistic (Block Heal): I love a little punishment; it suits me, like a fine coat.
Masochistic (Block Heal): You lack faith in me? Oh... how disheartening.

Depressed (Block Heal): No. I escaped the gallows once -- never again.
Depressed (Block Heal): My virtue is already marred. No healing can cure that.
Depressed (Block Heal): Why offer respite? For your mocking amusement?

Irrational (Block Heal): Oh look, Janey! An invitation to the ball!
Irrational (Block Heal): What lovely lace gloves? Surely the finest in town!
Irrational (Block Heal): Couldn't possibly! I'm on my way to the opera!

Paranoid (Block Buff): Now now, that's enough with the friendly touching.
Paranoid (Block Buff): No, thank you. I don't like that glint in your eye.
Paranoid (Block Buff): Keep your greasy fingers to yourself, thank you.

Masochistic (Block Buff): Thank you, but no. I fancy a hearty walloping.
Masochistic (Block Buff): I prefer my disadvantage, thank you.
Masochistic (Block Buff): Thank you, but a flash of hot blood keeps me limber.

Derpressed (Block Buff): No... I turned my back on luxuries long ago.
Derpressed (Block Buff): I have stolen so much... how could I deserve more?
Derpressed (Block Buff): Your kindness serves only to to fuel my self-pity.

Irrational (Block Buff): Thief! Heretic!!! DEFILER!!!
Irrational (Block Buff): What did you do?? You took something!! GIVE IT BACK!!!
Irrational (Block Buff): Never touch me, you snark-jawed harlot!

Critical Hit: Pardon my reach!
Critical Hit: Oh, did that sting?
Critical Hit: Grr! You've bled on my best coat!
Critical Hit: Think I'm done with you? HARDLY!
Critical Hit: Just one piece at a time, sweet-thing!
Critical Hit: You're looking a tad wan, friend.

Unholy Attack: Agh! How dare you touch me!

Unholy Forced Move: Anchor me, friends! Don't let them pull me down!

Unholy Curse: One tomb too far... My final resting place?

Encouragement: It pains me to say, but I find your skills... adequate.
Encouragement: Lordy me, but aren't you well-proportioned!
Encouragement: Chin up, deary. Your fashion sense alone could fell an army.

First Aid: Lucky thing for you I have dabbled in crochet!
First Aid: There, all patched up. That'll be five pence.
First Aid: If you perchance to snuff it, may I have your ring?

Pep Talk: Think of the treasure, sweethearts! All gleam and gold!
Pep Talk: It's just another graveyard. I've plundered hundreds.
Pep Talk: You all look a fright. Pat yourselves down... Better.

Hobby: You -- idle one! Hold my yarn!
Hobby: Yes, I carve tiny tombstones. Mementos of my exploits.
Hobby: These stab holes will simply not do! Where's my needle and thread?

Death’s Door: If I fall...don't put me in the ground.

Fearful (Block Camp Skill): Staying here is madness. I cannot countenance it.
Fearful (Block Camp Skill): We should move on! They are still far too close!
Fearful (Block Camp Skill): Please... let us rest quickly and get a move on.

Paranoid (Block Camp Skill): What foolishness! We should leave this place NOW!
Paranoid (Block Camp Skill): Oh yes... you would like that, wouldn't you?
Paranoid (Block Camp Skill): You're just trying to get at my purse. Shoo!

Masochistic (Block Camp Skill): I'd prefer to let the pain linger.
Masochistic (Block Camp Skill): Oh brace up! We'll be fine...
Masochistic (Block Camp Skill): Bless me, but there's a lot of whining on this trip.

Abusive (Block Camp Skill): Oh, little suckling piggy, go find your hog-mother.
Abusive (Block Camp Skill): Outrageous! The Lady of the house tends not to the ills of her servants!
Abusive (Block Camp Skill): Your company wears on me. I'd rather part with it.

Selfish (Block Camp Skill): Not until I get some promise of bonus pay.
Selfish (Block Camp Skill): That wasn't in my contract. But we could renegotiate...
Selfish (Block Camp Skill): I will, I will... for an extra five percent.

Depressed (Block Camp Skill): I have come down so far in the world, what use am I?
Depressed (Block Camp Skill): What can I do, save break my nails clawing for paltry riches?
Depressed (Block Camp Skill): Ha. You'll find more compassion in a corpse, deary.

Irrational (Block Camp Skill): Needle-point is quite a challenge, I must say!
Irrational (Block Camp Skill): And I shall be attending the soiree clad in pearls and wonderous finery!
Irrational (Block Camp Skill): Excuse me?! I'm reading!

Paranoid (Block Camp Buff): Keep a respectful distance. I am still a Lady in some ways.
Paranoid (Block Camp Buff): Shh! I heard something! Stay at the ready!

Masochist (Block Camp Buff): I shall bleed enough to cover my coat in crimson!
Masochist (Block Camp Buff): I find the pain quite...satisfying, thank you.

Abusive (Block Camp Buff): Salacious pig - if you seek some closeness, try the cabaret!
Abusive (Block Camp Buff): Surely you jest! I am a Lady, approach me not!

Depressed (Block Camp Buff): Hope is little more than salt in my tea.
Depressed (Block Camp Buff): ... You are kind, but... you waste your efforts.

Irrational (Block Camp Buff): Hehehe Lady Mary was always a little too loquacious, it's true.
Irrational (Block Camp Buff): Send for the undertaker! I am dead and mouldering!

Paranoid (Block Meal): This is... are you trying to murder me?
Paranoid (Block Meal): Surely, this is the laziest poisoning attempt of all time.

Masochistic (Block Meal): No thank you. I keep a light stomach while on the take.
Masochistic (Block Meal): Thin blood keeps the hands quick. Thus I decline.

Depressed (Block Meal): Nothing at the moment, thank you.
Depressed (Block Meal): Ugh.. I cannot eat. I need some time to myself.

Irrational (Block Meal): I'll not give the maggots a good meal, no sir.
Irrational (Block Meal): Goodness no! I ate yesterday!