King's Mulligan [Interactive Project]

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Tiles: She’s repeatedly tried to talk to you, no?

Ibarra: What does it matter? It goes nowhere…

Ibarra: She spills her dreams of heroics but she doesn’t have any endgame in mind.

Ibarra: At least here I can accumulate resources and stall-

TIles: This is a discussion that needs the invested party involved, nothing that can be decided on alone.

Ibarra: It’s a waste of time-

Tiles:Stop.

Tiles: Don’t shut her out anymore.

Tiles: Her body will be your body, and you can do better with her.

Tiles: You’re clearly not happy kissing the boot that kicked you.

Ibarra: I… I have so little control of my life at this point…

Ibarra: I don’t want to lose what’s left....

Tiles: You were willing to die to prevent your knowledge from being lost to time. You trusted it in the hands of the crown.

Tiles: As much as you would’ve despised it being lost, I don’t imagine they care a lick of preserving your art.

Ibarra:... 

Ibarra: It really has been a downward slope for a long time..

She glances at your lance.

Ibarra: You can come out now…

Creme’s form projects itself from your weapon, taking it from your hand.

Creme: Been looking forward to this for a long time but..

Creme: Now that it’s here, I’m.. feeling disappointed.

Creme: It would’ve been easier to do this if you were kicking and screaming…

Ibarra: Mm..

Creme: All it’d take is one swift blow and our positions would be switched.

Creme: Your life tied forever to this sad little world.

Creme: But… I’ve lived here enough that I know it wouldn’t be much fun frankly.

Ibarra: And I’ve distanced myself up there to know that you’re lacking quite a bit of crucial info.

Ibarra: You make take my life over but well..

Creme: Never ran a business.

Ibarra: Never had to please suits.

Creme: Certainly never have or ever will bow for the king.

Ibarra: Mm…

Creme reaches over to pick up the axe.

Creme: Poor thing…

Ibarra: Mm…

Creme: What… happened up there? Never knew the details but… it’s been clear for a long time.

Ibarra: Unresponsive, felt hollow ever since to be honest..

Ibarra: Crown forbids those with a vendor’s license to have a proxy..

Creme: Mm…

Creme: I… I think I want to form a pact.

Ibarra: Pardon?

Creme: A friend I’ve been in talks with for a while now taught me something.

Creme: My kind count as entities, albeit of a lesser form.

Creme: Your power is long lost but… I think I can restore it.

Creme: But the conditions have to be made clear..

Creme: I need your body to exit this place…

Creme: But I want to give you the opportunity to be part of this as well.

Creme: So we’ll be returning to the surface world together so long as you don’t harm my allies.

Creme: And in exchange, I will replace what strength you’ve lost..

Ibarra: Is.. that really possible?

Creme: Mmhmm.

Ibarra: I see…

Ibarra: So we’ll be…

Creme: Sharing one body, yes. My time will take priority when it comes to helping the resistance, but you will have plenty of your own as well.

Ibarra: Hmm…

Creme: The alternative is I go up there without you, and our odds are much worse.

Ibarra:... can your allies ensure our safety?

Creme: I believe so…

Ibarra:.. I suppose this is the best option for both of us..

Creme hands both you and Ibarra your weapons back.

Creme: Tiles?

Tiles: Yes?

Creme: Should she pull anything, stop her.

Creme: Protect me, my knight…

Creme: Now um…

She slides a card into your free hand.

Creme: Normally I’d need a vessel according to him but… you can do this part for us.

Creme: You can assist us in finishing this.

Creme: Picture something in your head, something powerful and return the card.

Creme: It will help us make a new proxy.

You take a look.

There’s a picture of a spectral figure wielding a weapon.

It’s quite fancy.

You feel a heavy responsibility right now…

Don’t try to think about it too hard just..

What are:

Your Feelings on Creme?

Your Feelings on Ibarra?

The first thing you want after returning from this job.

What you want most at the feast Creme promised..