STAR OCEAN SECOND EVOLUTION - CLAUDE & CLYDE PA ========== compiled by Maiji/Mary Huang The Ragbag @ http://humangray.com/rag DISCLAIMER Game data is created and owned by its developer/publisher. You are free to use the information provided in this transcript as inspiration/reference for your own projects. However, please do respect the fact that I did take the time to write down and type up everything, so if you found The Ragbag a useful resource, a credit and link would be very much appreciated! ========== WHAT IS THIS? This is the Second Evolution version of the Claude and Chris PA in Hilton, and Chris is now Clyde in the new translation. ========== (!) (...) (sweatdrop) etc. = the SO2 emoticons; (<) is the yellow alert/noticing things emoticon, and (;;;) is the nervous multiple sweatdrops as opposed to one big one. xD *these are actions ...* #, ##, and ### denote different options and their results. __________ *in Hilton, outside the bar Ship of Fools, Claude walks into a stranger standing by the boats. The stranger is wearing a white headband (!), a cloak and various other medievalish armor and stuffums xD;; If you've done the Celine/Clyde PAs in Rena's story you know what he looks like.* Claude & ????: (!) ????: Well, this is a surprise. It's like I'm looking in a mirror. Claude: You got that right. The more I look at you, the more I can see how much we look alike. ????: Yeah. About the only thing different is what we wear, I'd say. Claude: (<) They say there's at least three people in the world who look just like you, seems like they weren't kidding. ????: (?) Really? I never heard that one before. Claude: *turns towards boats* (;;;) Yeah ... well, it's an old folktale where I come from. ????: Oh? Where would that be? Claude: *turns back* Um ... Arlia. ????: (?) Funny. There's a saying like that in Arlia's folklore? That's the first I've heard of it. Claude: (sweatdrop) It's a pretty old one. I guess most people aren't familiar with it these days. ????: Ah ... Claude: (<) What's your name, by the way? I forgot to ask you. ????: *turns away, walks a few steps and turns back* (...) My name ...? Clyde. Claude: I'm Claude. Clyde: Would you like to get a drink or something, Claude? I'm sure it's fate that brought us here today. Claude: (?) Drink? Such as? Clyde: *walks towards bar and turns* Down at the tavern, of course. Claude: # Um, maybe not now. ## Actually, I'm underage. ### Sure, why not. __________ # Claude: I'm sorry ... I'm a little occupied right now. Clyde: Oh ... Claude: (...) Sorry to disappoint you. Clyde: No, it's all right. I'm glad we had the opportunity to meet at least. *walks towards the town entrance and then turns* Hopefully we'll get another chance sometime. Claude: *takes a few steps forward* Definitely. Clyde: *turns and walks off* Claude: *turns back to boat* Not that I'm in any position to talk ... but that guy sure was dressed funny. [END OF PA FOR OPTION #] __________ ## Claude: I'm sorry, but I'm still too young to drink. Clyde: (?) Too young? What, you have to be a certain age to have a drink or something? Claude: (;;;) Huh? Oh ... uh, well, where I come from, you need to be at least 21 years old before you can drink. There's a law and everything. Clyde: (...) Well, that's a strange law. Between that and the folklore, Arlia must be a very odd place to live. Claude: (sweatdrop) Clyde: *walks towards Claude* ... Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to badmouth your hometown. My mistake. Claude: (...) Oh, no ... it's ... Clyde: There are lots of unfair rules in the world you have to deal with, after all. Not like you can do much about them. *walks towards town entrance and turns* No big deal, though. Hopefully I'll get to see you again sometime. Claude: Definitely. Clyde: *walks off* [END OF PA FOR OPTION ##] __________ ### Claude: Sure, might as well while we have the chance. Clyde: Great. *heads into bar, Claude follows* Claude: I'm still underage though, so I'll have to stick with soda or something. Clyde: *turns around and (?)* Claude: (;;;) *follows him in* Clyde: Heavens! Look at how frenetic this place is! I suppose the rumors were true. Claude: (?) What? Don't tell me you haven't been in a tavern before, Clyde. Clyde: *turns around* I hate to admit it ... but no. *they walk to the bar, and the bartendar grabs them drinks* Claude: *turns to Clyde* Let's have a toast, then. To Clyde's first trip to a tavern ... Clyde: *turns to Claude* To our astounding chance encounter ... Claude & Clyde: Cheers! *screen darkens* Clyde: *is for some reason on Claude's left, and walks around to Claude's right* I never thought a cheap bar like this would offer a chance to have so much fun with one's friends. It's certainly different from life in the palace. Claude: *turns to Clyde* What'd you say, Clyde? Clyde: (;;;) No, nothing. Claude: (?) You're a strange one. Clyde and Claude: *turn back to bar* Clyde: I've spent my whole life alone, running away. This is the first time I've ever opened up so much to someone else. Claude: *turns to Clyde* Running away? From what? Clyde: *turns to Claude* I'm sorry ... I can't tell you. Claude: (sweatdrop) Did you commit a crime or something? Clyde: (;;;) Not at all! If anything, I'm the victim! I ran away because I'm looking for freedom. Claude: *turns back to bar* Sounds like you've got some serious stuff on your hands. Well, I won't bother you about it, then. Clyde: Thank you. - Well then, I better get going. It's a big world out there. There are so many things I still need to see in my life. Claude: (<) *turns to Clyde* Oh ... leaving already? Hopefully I'll get to see you again sometime. Clyde: Definitely. - I'll take care of the bill for you. *turns to the bartender - a pause, then he walks down to the door and faces Claude* Also ... I want you to have this as a symbol of our friendship. Claude: (<) Huh!? What's that? Clyde: *walks towards Claude* Farewell, my twin from another mother. *walks out* [Ring of the General acquired] [END OF PA FOR OPTION ###] __________ Ring of the General A ring, inscribed with the symbol of the Krosse Royal Family, that raises the defense and stamina of the wearer.