WAXF Script
< Act 2-5 >
-Council Chamber-
Rupert: Even with that small of an army, Chevalet Blanc has managed to fight their way into the capital.
Rupert: That's mighty impressive... They're a tough bunch.
Weisheit: While their persistence and determination may be worthy of praise, they also seem to exhibit a certain lack of flexibility.
Weisheit: Certainly your perceptiveness has led you to make a similar assessment, Sir Chairman. Hence your choice of this particular scheme.
Charlton: ...
Rupert: Turning the capital itself into bait for a trap... You must be as fed up with 'em as I am, boss.
Charlton: The explosion will destroy the entire quarter of the city along with Chevalet Blanc. It is imperative that we not fail.
Charlton: You will need to keep them occupied until we can activate the device. I'm counting on you.
Weisheit: I will not disappoint you, Sir Chairman. But...do you intend to use my product against them?
[Charlton's expression sours.]
Charlton: Do you not stand by the power of the relic weapon that you yourself sold to me?
Weisheit: Of course, I have completely confidence that the item we excavated is the real thing.
It will obliterate everything within its blast radius, and leave only scorched earth behind.
Weisheit: I was merely feeling a twinge of sadness at the prospect of saying goodbye to the rebels who have brought us so much amusement lately.
[Charlton smirks.]
Charlton: I wouldn't have thought that a man in your line of work would be capable of such sentiment.
Charlton: The longer a war drags on, the more money you stand to make.
Are you sure that twinge of sadness has nothing to do with your lost profits, Weisheit?
Weisheit: Indeed, Sir Chairman. I should have held my tongue. I suppose I have the same disposition as you--when I want something, I, too, stop at nothing to get it.
Rupert: Anyway, with that whiny old hag and that hypocrite beard-rat away, this could be a rare chance to get out there and do whatever we please...
Rupert: So let's crush those sorry bastards.
[Charlton folds his arms.]
Charlton: ...
Charlton: Weisheit's excavated weapon, Grauswein...
We will activate it in the very heart of the city. We're done playing games with the rebels... It's time to finish this.
[The party arrives in a city block.]
Levin: I used to play on the streets of the capital when I was a child...
I bet I'd know more about all the back alleys than you, Princess!
Clarissa: We'll be counting on you for that, Levin!
[Levin pumps his fist.]
Levin: No problem! I'm your man!
[Labyrinthia walks up to Clarissa, who turns to face her.]
Labyrinthia: Our job is simple: enter the capital and rescue His Majesty and Lady Katrina! We'll need to be quick and accurate in our maneuvers.
Felius: Any time we lose only serves to increase the risk... We have little choice but to keep forging ahead.
[Ragnar braces himself.]
Ragnar: ...Look at those bastards trying to block our way!
[Past the bridge, a group of guardsman await, with a strange spherical device at their side.]
Ragnar: Hey! Who the hell are you?! ...'Course, I suppose they think we're a bunch of bastards too, but...
Clarissa: Levin, what's the shortest route to the palace from here?
Levin: Straight ahead!
Clarissa: Then straight ahead is where we go!
[The Strider at the front steps forward.]
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: Hoo hoo hoo! We've got a little help on our side... Behold, the Gravity Pulsar! Kingdom-licensed and built for suppressing rebel forces nationwide!
This little baby multiplies the gravitational pull on anything it hits! I hope you like that armor you got on, 'cos it'll be shackling you to the ground shortly!
This is the end for you, Chevalet Blanc! Switch that sucker on!
Martial Guardsman Norman: Yes sir!
[The Sentinel activates the machine and the screen appears stretched-out. Chevalet Blanc falls to their knees.]
Levin: Whoa! What the...?! I feel so...heavy...!
Ragnar: Ugh...they just had to break out one of their crazy relics on us again...
[On the other side, the guardsmen are all down on the ground as well.]
Martial Guardsman Norman: Agghh...sir, I can hardly move...
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: Some...someone set the range too high on this thing... Dammit, we can't fight like this! Switch it off! Now!
[The machine is turned off and the screen goes back to normal. Iglow stands up.]
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: You piece of crap! I'll make you pay for that later!
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: Right, time for Plan B! Enough cheap tricks--just hit 'em with all the power you've got! Their blades don't stand a chance against out heavy armor!
=D.E.R.=
Labyrinthia: Let's take a look at the Tactical Map we'll be fighting on.
Labyrinthia: We'll be starting here...
Labyrinthia: And the enemy line looks like this.
Labyrinthia: The Martial Guard may be a pack of thugs, but they have the kingdom's vast resources backing them up. I never even imagined they had a gravitational device...
However, if they can't even control the thing, then it's simply a pile of scrap.
In fact, perhaps there's a way we can use the device for our own...well, devices.
Labyrinthia: I suggest we try pulling the switch ourselves. It'll hit the enemy particularly hard, given the heavy armor they've brought to the battlefield...
If we can take advantage of their immobility and strike when they're most vulnerable, we could turn the tables on this fight in the blink of an eye.
No matter how dire the situation, there's always a way out...and if you want out of this, you'd best prepare for battle very carefully.
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: Get them, my soldiers, get them! We'll all be more than amply rewarded for this massacre!
[The battle ends when all enemies have been defeated. Levin pumps his fist.]
Levin: Take that! No way we're gonna let anyone stop us now... Not after we've come this far!
Labyrinthia: Still, we have little time to lose. King Hrathnir and Lady Katrina are waiting for us... We need to rescue them as quickly as possible.
[The group now stands near a large fountain complete with a waterfall.]
Ragnar: Do you mind if I ask a question? Why doesn't the Council of Elder Statesman just have the royal family killed?
I mean, if they want the royals' political power, wouldn't that be the quickest and easiest way to get it?
Labyrinthia: Usurping the throne of a country is simple enough... Keeping the nation in one piece afterward is somewhat less straightforward.
To manage that, they must find a way to naturally eliminate King Hrathnir from the picture...and then put Katrina on the throne as the next ruler.
Ragnar: Ah...and then they'd serve as regents to the young queen, wouldn't they? That'd make it simple enough to create a puppet monarchy.
Labyrinthia: That's why we need to bring this to a close while King Hrathnir is still alive...and Katrina's Rite of Divine Coalescence hasn't been completed.
Raganr: So we'll establish ourselves as the legitimade side before they can beat us to the punch... I gotta admit, Labyrinthia, you're pretty sharp.
Labyrinthia: Well, I'm a capable woman, as they say. ...Ahem.
[A male Fantastica looks on from up the stairs.]
Martial Guardsman: Hah! They still haven't noticed me...
Our officers are idiots, bashing against them straight-on all the time... I'm gonna put an end to them all, and I'll do it the smart way!
[Felius turns.]
Felius: (--An ambush?! Are those explosives in his hands?!)
Martial Guardsman: This oughta earn me a little spending money. Farewell, Chevalet Blanc!
Felius: Wraaaaaaaaaagghhh!!
[Felius rushes in the guardsman's direction.]
Martial Guardsman: Blow 'em apart!!
[He throws an explosive that detonates just above Felius. The screen turns white.]
Felius: --!!
[An illustration then shows a large humanoid machine erecting a barrier wall in front of Felius.]
Felius: --?!
Levin: What the...?!
Labyrinthia: ...It's like a knight coated with steel...
Ragnar: Is it... Is it here to protect us?
Felius: ...
Clarissa: Could this be...a golem?!
[The screen fades to black and the player is prompted to save.]
-Council Chamber-
Rupert: Even with that small of an army, Chevalet Blanc has managed to fight their way into the capital.
Rupert: That's mighty impressive... They're a tough bunch.
Weisheit: While their persistence and determination may be worthy of praise, they also seem to exhibit a certain lack of flexibility.
Weisheit: Certainly your perceptiveness has led you to make a similar assessment, Sir Chairman. Hence your choice of this particular scheme.
Charlton: ...
Rupert: Turning the capital itself into bait for a trap... You must be as fed up with 'em as I am, boss.
Charlton: The explosion will destroy the entire quarter of the city along with Chevalet Blanc. It is imperative that we not fail.
Charlton: You will need to keep them occupied until we can activate the device. I'm counting on you.
Weisheit: I will not disappoint you, Sir Chairman. But...do you intend to use my product against them?
[Charlton's expression sours.]
Charlton: Do you not stand by the power of the relic weapon that you yourself sold to me?
Weisheit: Of course, I have completely confidence that the item we excavated is the real thing.
It will obliterate everything within its blast radius, and leave only scorched earth behind.
Weisheit: I was merely feeling a twinge of sadness at the prospect of saying goodbye to the rebels who have brought us so much amusement lately.
[Charlton smirks.]
Charlton: I wouldn't have thought that a man in your line of work would be capable of such sentiment.
Charlton: The longer a war drags on, the more money you stand to make.
Are you sure that twinge of sadness has nothing to do with your lost profits, Weisheit?
Weisheit: Indeed, Sir Chairman. I should have held my tongue. I suppose I have the same disposition as you--when I want something, I, too, stop at nothing to get it.
Rupert: Anyway, with that whiny old hag and that hypocrite beard-rat away, this could be a rare chance to get out there and do whatever we please...
Rupert: So let's crush those sorry bastards.
[Charlton folds his arms.]
Charlton: ...
Charlton: Weisheit's excavated weapon, Grauswein...
We will activate it in the very heart of the city. We're done playing games with the rebels... It's time to finish this.
[The party arrives in a city block.]
Levin: I used to play on the streets of the capital when I was a child...
I bet I'd know more about all the back alleys than you, Princess!
Clarissa: We'll be counting on you for that, Levin!
[Levin pumps his fist.]
Levin: No problem! I'm your man!
[Labyrinthia walks up to Clarissa, who turns to face her.]
Labyrinthia: Our job is simple: enter the capital and rescue His Majesty and Lady Katrina! We'll need to be quick and accurate in our maneuvers.
Felius: Any time we lose only serves to increase the risk... We have little choice but to keep forging ahead.
[Ragnar braces himself.]
Ragnar: ...Look at those bastards trying to block our way!
[Past the bridge, a group of guardsman await, with a strange spherical device at their side.]
Ragnar: Hey! Who the hell are you?! ...'Course, I suppose they think we're a bunch of bastards too, but...
Clarissa: Levin, what's the shortest route to the palace from here?
Levin: Straight ahead!
Clarissa: Then straight ahead is where we go!
[The Strider at the front steps forward.]
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: Hoo hoo hoo! We've got a little help on our side... Behold, the Gravity Pulsar! Kingdom-licensed and built for suppressing rebel forces nationwide!
This little baby multiplies the gravitational pull on anything it hits! I hope you like that armor you got on, 'cos it'll be shackling you to the ground shortly!
This is the end for you, Chevalet Blanc! Switch that sucker on!
Martial Guardsman Norman: Yes sir!
[The Sentinel activates the machine and the screen appears stretched-out. Chevalet Blanc falls to their knees.]
Levin: Whoa! What the...?! I feel so...heavy...!
Ragnar: Ugh...they just had to break out one of their crazy relics on us again...
[On the other side, the guardsmen are all down on the ground as well.]
Martial Guardsman Norman: Agghh...sir, I can hardly move...
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: Some...someone set the range too high on this thing... Dammit, we can't fight like this! Switch it off! Now!
[The machine is turned off and the screen goes back to normal. Iglow stands up.]
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: You piece of crap! I'll make you pay for that later!
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: Right, time for Plan B! Enough cheap tricks--just hit 'em with all the power you've got! Their blades don't stand a chance against out heavy armor!
=D.E.R.=
Labyrinthia: Let's take a look at the Tactical Map we'll be fighting on.
Labyrinthia: We'll be starting here...
Labyrinthia: And the enemy line looks like this.
Labyrinthia: The Martial Guard may be a pack of thugs, but they have the kingdom's vast resources backing them up. I never even imagined they had a gravitational device...
However, if they can't even control the thing, then it's simply a pile of scrap.
In fact, perhaps there's a way we can use the device for our own...well, devices.
Labyrinthia: I suggest we try pulling the switch ourselves. It'll hit the enemy particularly hard, given the heavy armor they've brought to the battlefield...
If we can take advantage of their immobility and strike when they're most vulnerable, we could turn the tables on this fight in the blink of an eye.
No matter how dire the situation, there's always a way out...and if you want out of this, you'd best prepare for battle very carefully.
Martial Guard Corporal Iglow: Get them, my soldiers, get them! We'll all be more than amply rewarded for this massacre!
[The battle ends when all enemies have been defeated. Levin pumps his fist.]
Levin: Take that! No way we're gonna let anyone stop us now... Not after we've come this far!
Labyrinthia: Still, we have little time to lose. King Hrathnir and Lady Katrina are waiting for us... We need to rescue them as quickly as possible.
[The group now stands near a large fountain complete with a waterfall.]
Ragnar: Do you mind if I ask a question? Why doesn't the Council of Elder Statesman just have the royal family killed?
I mean, if they want the royals' political power, wouldn't that be the quickest and easiest way to get it?
Labyrinthia: Usurping the throne of a country is simple enough... Keeping the nation in one piece afterward is somewhat less straightforward.
To manage that, they must find a way to naturally eliminate King Hrathnir from the picture...and then put Katrina on the throne as the next ruler.
Ragnar: Ah...and then they'd serve as regents to the young queen, wouldn't they? That'd make it simple enough to create a puppet monarchy.
Labyrinthia: That's why we need to bring this to a close while King Hrathnir is still alive...and Katrina's Rite of Divine Coalescence hasn't been completed.
Raganr: So we'll establish ourselves as the legitimade side before they can beat us to the punch... I gotta admit, Labyrinthia, you're pretty sharp.
Labyrinthia: Well, I'm a capable woman, as they say. ...Ahem.
[A male Fantastica looks on from up the stairs.]
Martial Guardsman: Hah! They still haven't noticed me...
Our officers are idiots, bashing against them straight-on all the time... I'm gonna put an end to them all, and I'll do it the smart way!
[Felius turns.]
Felius: (--An ambush?! Are those explosives in his hands?!)
Martial Guardsman: This oughta earn me a little spending money. Farewell, Chevalet Blanc!
Felius: Wraaaaaaaaaagghhh!!
[Felius rushes in the guardsman's direction.]
Martial Guardsman: Blow 'em apart!!
[He throws an explosive that detonates just above Felius. The screen turns white.]
Felius: --!!
[An illustration then shows a large humanoid machine erecting a barrier wall in front of Felius.]
Felius: --?!
Levin: What the...?!
Labyrinthia: ...It's like a knight coated with steel...
Ragnar: Is it... Is it here to protect us?
Felius: ...
Clarissa: Could this be...a golem?!
[The screen fades to black and the player is prompted to save.]