Conversation · Plaisance

"It's always nice to see you here. You bring good energy."

"I'm looking for a book about cockatoos."

"A book about cockatoos? There should be one upstairs, right next to the shelf of biographies."

Convince her to let you investigate the Doomed Commercial Area.

Slither up to her, you silver-tongued fiend. Show her what world-class perfidy looks like!

Perfidy? Oh no, we're afraid the presence is VERY REAL.

"Ma'am, I came here to help. I've handled paranatural situations before."

"Are you sure?" She looks sceptical. "Don't think I haven't seen charlatans before..."

"I sensed the psychic emanations from afar. The Sleeper Beyond calls out."

She shudders. "I'm not sure I can trust your claims -- honestly, you look like a bit of a drinker. I'm sorry for being so blunt, but..."

Hey now, hey. Hey! Hey. You need the booze to focus, alright?

The lieutenant keeps his usual stony calm. He silently picks out his notebook.

Go ahead then. Rock her world, he thinks. I'll compose some notes.

"I admit, I've had my share of drinks, but only because mediation is so draining."

"How do you... know all this?"

Here we go!

"I am the Void-Revenant. I have the powers to de-bad all the bad energies."

"I should have realized... a pattern lies within the fabric. The hand of fate guides us, our meeting couldn't have been mere chance."

Perhaps you truly are the one to deliver this woman from the doom...

"But... I am not the only one at risk, I have to think of my daughter. You are certain you can help us, keep us safe? I can't allow any collateral damage to hit us."

"Just ask my partner, Kim. He'll vouch for me."

"Oh, uh..." the lieutenant mumbles in minor confusion. He has not been listening closely enough. You've put him on the spot.

"Certainly so, ma'am. I can assure you my partner is eminent in this particular field."

"If you promise, good officer... then." She shuffles nervously. "You might be our last hope. Do you swear it?"

(A hand on your heart.) "On my honour."

"Thank you, sir." A timid sigh of relief, followed by a cautious smile. "There's one more thing I haven't told you about yet... the Entity."

Do not act surprised. You know of these things, sire.

"The Entity?"

"Yes, a malignant Entity that lives inside the chimney... it takes the form of a woman. A witch, most likely. She or it must be connected to the curse somehow."

"Chimney... the passage between heaven and hell, of course..."

"Yes, that chimney is part of the building's central furnace and it's enormous. She has barricaded herself behind some metal security curtains... God knows what she's doing there."

"Some unnatural magic, I assume." She shivers. "You should go find the Entity and ask what happened to all the companies in the building. What is the source of this curse? Here's the key to the warded door behind the curtains, take it."

"Oh and... please, do return to me after you've looked around. I'm quite... anxious to know what she has to say about the curse. What you discover in there..."

Unbelievable darkness and ruin.

What you discover? Probably just office space -- and the damn fridge. Don't be scared.

What you discover? A demonic refrigerator! Perhaps the fridge will be the source of the curse...

What you discover? Probably just some office space. Don't be scared.

"Chimneys aren't big enough for that."

"No, this chimney is part of the building's central furnace and it's enormous. She has barricaded herself behind some metal security curtains... God knows what she's doing there."

"Of course, the Entity..." (Close your eyes.) "For I have sensed its presence."

"You have?" She gasps. "The Entity takes the form of a woman, a witch probably. I've suspected that she must be connected to the curse ever since I first saw her. Did you know that she lives inside the chimney?"

"Actually, I'm not really feeling the vibe anymore... The psychic force has left me."

"Come now!" Her eyes light up. "Enough with your jokes, no backing down anymore. Do I have your word?"

"I can assure you, he is... a police officer. Very... knowledgeable."

"No problem whatsoever, your family is safe, the phantoms are no match for me."

"Your wards brought me here in the first place. The Semenese blood also runs through me."

"You're part Semenese?! Oh, it means our meeting couldn't have been mere chance... the hand of fate guides us."

Blech! You deny your own Revacholian blood for the sake of a lie!

"I used to live on the shadowy isles... the wild wisemen taught me their rituals."

"Oh my, I should have known! You do have that wild-man look. Our meeting couldn't have been mere chance!"

"You see, it's necessary to drink the spirits in order to contact the void."

"Al Gul hails from beyond the veil, ma'am. Al Gul guides the way."

"I have returned from the void. A para-detective from a long line of para-detectives."

"You're no para-detective. You look nothing like one -- and you're clearly a drinker. Pardon me for being so blunt, but..."

...you look like one.

"I know the Remote Viewers Division, they have taught me perception beyond this world."

"No, it simply can't be!" She looks at you with some puzzlement. "How can I trust you? You're clearly a heavy drinker, don't get me wrong..."

"The presence is real in this building. I have felt it. It lurks. It hungers. But I can bring peace."

Wait, what if I don't want to lie...

You're not lying -- you're giving her peace of mind. The meanssss are thus jusssstified.