| Age | 19 |
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| Height | 164 cm |
| Race | Human |
| Hobbies | Late-night prowling, scaling buildings |
| Likes | Nighttime, vampires, the smell of spray paint |
| Dislikes | Daytime, morning call, "good morning"s |
「グラフィティ・アート」と呼ばれる塗料を使って公共の物に自身のシンボルマークやイラストを、人知れず至る所に描き残すことで人々を翻弄するアウトローな芸術家「イルノート」が新たな火属性のSSレアキャラクターとして登場です！ イルノートは「グラフィティ・アート」という概念を空の世界に流行らせた正体不明の覆面芸術家「ナイトキング」であり、彼女の作品は芸術性やメッセージ性が高いとされ、多くが消されずに残されている。 また彼女の描いた作品はどれもとてつもない値が付けられていており、ある国が国宝をすべて売り払ってナイトキングのグラフィティと交換したという話があるとかないとか。 ある日の深夜、主人公は町の廃墟でまさに「グラフィティ・アート」を描いている最中のイルノートと出会います。 その蠱惑的で怪しい雰囲気に警戒しつつも、彼女の押しの強さから彼女と共に自分の名前で「グラフィティ・アート」を描いてしまう主人公。 そして翌朝、ナイトキングと主人公の合作を見つけた町は大騒ぎになっており……？ 今回、イルノートと一緒に訪れるのは、夜間に営業しているナイトプール。 昼間とは違った雰囲気の中で見る、これまたいつもとは違った彼女の姿。 どことなく悪いことをしたくなる衝動に駆られるのは、彼女による扇動か、それとも……！？ そんなイルノートが今回用意したアビリティは、味方の強化に敵の弱体とバラエティに富みつつ、いずれも一癖あるものの格別の性能。 サイコーにCoolでSpecialに突き抜けた、彼女らしいアビリティの内容を紹介していきます！ グッドモーニング！とイルノートが珍しい挨拶をしながら、朝の食堂に現れました。 本来夜行性なはずのイルノートが何故日中に活動しているのか、そして今回は主人公とどんなイケないことをするのか？気になる続きはフェイトエピソードでお確かめください！ |
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Official Profile
| Age | 19歳 |
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| Height | 164cm |
| Race | ヒューマン |
| Hobbies | 深夜徘徊、建物をよじ登ること |
| Likes | 夜、ヴァンパイア、スプレー塗料の香り |
| Dislikes | 朝、モーニングコール、グッドモーニング |
「グラフィティ・アート」と呼ばれる塗料を使って公共の物に自身のシンボルマークやイラストを、人知れず至る所に描き残すことで人々を翻弄するアウトローな芸術家「イルノート」が新たな火属性のSSレアキャラクターとして登場です！ イルノートは「グラフィティ・アート」という概念を空の世界に流行らせた正体不明の覆面芸術家「ナイトキング」であり、彼女の作品は芸術性やメッセージ性が高いとされ、多くが消されずに残されている。 また彼女の描いた作品はどれもとてつもない値が付けられていており、ある国が国宝をすべて売り払ってナイトキングのグラフィティと交換したという話があるとかないとか。 ある日の深夜、主人公は町の廃墟でまさに「グラフィティ・アート」を描いている最中のイルノートと出会います。 その蠱惑的で怪しい雰囲気に警戒しつつも、彼女の押しの強さから彼女と共に自分の名前で「グラフィティ・アート」を描いてしまう主人公。 そして翌朝、ナイトキングと主人公の合作を見つけた町は大騒ぎになっており……？ 今回、イルノートと一緒に訪れるのは、夜間に営業しているナイトプール。 昼間とは違った雰囲気の中で見る、これまたいつもとは違った彼女の姿。 どことなく悪いことをしたくなる衝動に駆られるのは、彼女による扇動か、それとも……！？ そんなイルノートが今回用意したアビリティは、味方の強化に敵の弱体とバラエティに富みつつ、いずれも一癖あるものの格別の性能。 サイコーにCoolでSpecialに突き抜けた、彼女らしいアビリティの内容を紹介していきます！ グッドモーニング！とイルノートが珍しい挨拶をしながら、朝の食堂に現れました。 本来夜行性なはずのイルノートが何故日中に活動しているのか、そして今回は主人公とどんなイケないことをするのか？気になる続きはフェイトエピソードでお確かめください！ |
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Hey, little dude... Heh-heh... Happy birthday... |
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Hey, little dude. You've always been a good hug pillow and night companion. |
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Hey, little dude. You ever seen a truly crazy night? |
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You're a bad influence, little dude. |
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Good night! Managed to get up soon as the sun went down. C'mon, little dude. Let's go catch the first moonrise. |
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Zzz... |
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Good night, little dude! Nothing beats the first moonrise of the year, huh? |
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Here, take this. It's chocolate. What, were you expecting homemade? Sorry, but I'm not much of a chef. |
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Time to get psyched. I bought you some chocolates, little dude. They just came out and every— |
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Hey, little dude. Prepare to be amazed. Gonna try making you something this year. |
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| 4 | ✔ |
Catch, little dude. Got you something. |
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| Gift |  Raspberry Chocolate Cake |
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This is to thank me for what, now? My contributions to the crew? That's some good etiquette you've got there, little dude. |
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You got this year's White Day present? You're a responsible kid and that's phat. |
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| 3 | ✔ |
So you're here again, little dude. What a square. |
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| 4 | ✔ |
Thanks, little dude. Appreciate it. Just set it down somewhere. Grab it later. |
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Happy Halloween, little dude. |
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Happy Halloween, little dude. Got you this pumpkin head. Pretty phat, huh? |
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Ill... |
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| 4 | ✔ |
Chomp. |
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Heard that somewhere they turned one of my works into a date spot. |
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Yo, little dude. I'm Santa. Look at my sick sack. |
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Yawn... Good night, little dude. Man, whole world looks like a gigantic snow globe... Huh? |
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Fate Episodes
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A Crazy Proposition
One night, (Captain) meets a young graffiti artist named Illnott, who prompts the captain to add a tag to her street art. The next day it becomes clear that Illnott is in fact the famous graffiti artist known only as the King of the Night, and the townspeople are dying to find her and her unknown collaborator. Eager to skip town, Illnott practically forces her way onto the crew.
One night, unable to sleep and craving the cool of nocturnal winds, (Captain) slips into town for a walk.
Suddenly, a pungent odor pierces the dark, accompanied by a strange hissing and rattling.
Curiosity piqued, (Captain) tracks the sound and approaches a row of old, deserted buildings.
Enraptured Woman: Sniff... Whew... Aha! Hahaha... Dope.
Alone among the wood and concrete, a woman leans into a wall and inhales. Then, enraptured, she laughs, her breaths rough and uneven.
Choose: (Let's pretend I didn't see any of that...)
Hastily, (Captain) turns away from the bizarre scene.
But it's too late. The woman weaves in front of the captain, barring all routes of escape. As their eyes meet, she gives a little wave.
Enraptured Woman: Good night, little dude. Looking kinda pale there. Now why's that, when the sky is so dark and the moon so beautiful?
Enraptured Woman: See something you shouldn't have?
(Captain) blinks, taken aback by the woman's speed and stealth. The muscles in the captain's body tense.
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Enraptured Woman: Whoops, you're a girl, huh? Whatever. If you're younger than me, you're a little dude.
Enraptured Woman: Cool it, little dude. I'm just trying to commemorate our meeting, all right? You don't run across many people in the dead of night.
Enraptured Woman: Must've been some kinda fate that brought us together. So. You up for something crazy?
Choose: What are you planning?
Enraptured Woman: Heh. You trying to be cute, kid? Look around you. The shadows are deep, and the streets are empty.
Enraptured Woman: Perfect time to do something real messed up. It's gonna be phat.
Choose: Who are you?
Enraptured Woman: Heh. Someone who lurks alone in the midnight dark. Someone who you don't want to know.
Continue 1The woman smiles, and she begins to shake an odd device. She takes a step forward, as if to corner (Captain).
Illnott: I'm a guerrilla fighter, a bomber of the sleeping world. You can call me Illnott.
Abruptly, Illnott stretches out her arm and aims the device at (Captain).
Heart pounding, the captain leaps aside.
But all that emerges from the gadget is a mist of color.
With deft movements, Illnott guides her instrument through the air. A glistening image takes shape on the wall before her.
Illnott: Sniff... Whew... Dope. Getting some mellow wine, some sweet wildflower. Shoot. That's such a good combination...
Illnott: Take a good look, little dude. Is that wild or what?
Illnott leans in to her painting with the gentle movement of a lover bending in for a kiss. She inhales deeply.
Illnott: Sniff... Whew... I can't get enough. Tonight's a good night.
Illnott: Hey, kid. What are you standing there for? Come here. Smell it. Won't poison you, I swear. This isn't regular paint. It's magic, and it's gonna change your world. Sniff... Whew... Heh.
(Captain) watches from a safe distance, realizing that the strange scene from earlier was just Illnott taking in another one of her works.
While Illnott may be cloaked in an air of mystery and danger, the captain concludes that at her core, she is simply an artist.
Choose: So by something crazy, you meant... painting?
Illnott: Hah. You got it. We're going bombing.
Illnott: Don't freak. Damn, you know nothing about this world. Listen. Bombing just means painting as much as possible.
Illnott: But I'm not talking easels and canvases and a tiny palette of watercolors. I'm talking graffiti. It's a whole new art form.
Illnott: You haven't heard? All that talk going around, about how some artists and even felons are getting into vandalism.
Illnott's words conjure in (Captain)'s mind a meal at a smoky tavern and drifting rumors of a new brand of guerrilla art.
Illnott: All right. Class time's over, kid—moon's about to set. We better get a move on.
Choose: I'm not much of a vandal...
Illnott: What, you wanna go sleep like all the other good little girls and boys? You don't know what the night has to offer, kid.
Illnott: Bombing's like an addiction. Can't pass by an undefiled slate without wanting to hit it. And, little dude, I'm about to douse you in color.
Choose: Um, no thanks.
Illnott: Don't be such a prig, little dude. Who do you think you're gonna offend with some graffiti?
Illnott: Kid, you're missing out.
Illnott: It's the middle of the night. Prime time to play dirty.
Continue 2Illnott: Anyway, we aren't doing anything illegal this time. This place has been abandoned for years.
Illnott: Doesn't belong to anyone now. No one's gonna accuse you of anything. They don't have that right.
Illnott: So do me a favor and get that stick out your ass. Let's mess things up! Right now! C'mon!
In that moment, (Captain) realizes two things. One, that Illnott has made a strong case, and two, she isn't someone who takes no for an answer.
Sighing, the captain gives a barely perceptible nod.
Illnott: Cool! Acting like a real night lurker now, little dude. Better get you your paint too.
Illnott: Five Finger Discount!
After retrieving a bottle from her pouch, Illnott shouts what sounds like a spell.
Immediately, the color fades from the weeds around her, leaving them an ashy white.
Illnott: My magic—nah, I should say, one of my skills—lets me temporarily drain color from stuff.
Illnott: But the pigments come out pretty intense. So you've got to deposit them into these bottles I filled with a special-made thinner. Then, you shake.
Illnott: Shoot... That's a good color. Sniff... Phew... Dope.
Illnott: Come here, little dude. Want you to get a whiff of this stuff. Then you can make art with it.
Illnott: Start off with a tag. It's like a signature. Write your name however you want.
Obediently, the captain scrawls "(Captain)" on a wall.
Illnott: Hey, that's a cute style. Got a real knack for this. You sure this is your first time? 'Cause you're a beast, little dude.
Illnott smiles and ruffles (Captain)'s hair.
Illnott: Your tag's already pretty cool. But mix in the magic of the night, and it'll blow your whole damn mind.
Illnott: This is my style. I've got a thing for vampires and bats... Our badass overlords of the night.
Illnott: Shoot. Our stuff looks good together. That's one wild harmony we got going on.
Choose: This is pretty fun.
Illnott: Heh. That's right, little dude. One taste of midnight mischief, and you're hooked.
Choose: Yawn...
Illnott: Yawn... Mm...
Illnott: What? The moon fading already?
Illnott: Night always flies when you're having fun. Wish it'd stick around forever though—right, little dude?
Continue 3Illnott: Ugh. You ever seen light so foul? It's gonna roast me alive...
Illnott: Hey, kid. Don't know about you, but I thought our meeting was worthwhile. Wouldn't mind doing this again.
Illnott: Just remember: night time is my time. You ever want to come out and play again, you come to me.
Illnott: Good night, little dude.
Her piece said, Illnott bounds off, a hare fleeing fangs of light.
Left alone in the morning stillness, (Captain) stifles a yawn and heads back to the Grandcypher.
Vyrn: Hey, (Captain)! Wake up! We've got trouble!
(Captain) sits bolt upright, roused by Vyrn's screeching.
Vyrn: Bout time, sleepyhead! Folks in town have been making a ruckus since the sun came up!
Lyria: We can hear them, even through the walls of the Grandcypher. Isn't that odd? It was so peaceful yesterday.
Vyrn: Yeah. Something big musta happened.
Overcome by a sense of foreboding, (Captain) quickly cleans up and hurries into town.
There, the captain makes a beeline for the source of the commotion, pushing through a throng of gawkers and agitated voices.
Finally, the crowd thins enough for (Captain) to see a familiar group of buildings, covered in graffiti.
Boisterous Fellow: Hoooly crap! They came! They really came! The King of the Night strikes again!
Rude Ruffian: Hey, I was here first! I found it first! The graffiti's mine!
Tough Guy: Oh yeah, jackass? Well, this is our island! You take another step closer, and I'll kill you!
Mayor-like Man: The only ass here is you! These buildings belong to the town! This art is a gift from the King of the Night to the locals!
Strong Woman: Give it a few weeks, and we'll be flooded with tourists. What am I doing, standing here? Gotta get the shop ready!
Vyrn: Huh? What's happening? Why're they fighting over some painted walls?
Lyria: Who's the King of the Night? Did they draw those pictures?
Boisterous Fellow: You can't be serious!
Lyria: Ah! What?
Boisterous Fellow: You don't know the King of the Night? I mean, they're only the best! The most whimsical! The most epic guerrilla artist ever to sail these great blue skies!
Strong Woman: Oh, you poor, ignorant kids. Let me educate you.
Strong Woman: The tour de force you see in front of you... Graffiti itself. They are the brain children of a distinctive genius—the mastermind known as the King of the Night.
Vyrn: So they, uh, invented these paintings?
Boisterous Fellow: You got it! And they fly from island to island, painting these giant masterpieces all in one night. No one knows who they are or where they're gonna strike next.
Boisterous Fellow: Man, they've gotten huge. If the King's drawn on it, a single brick or rock could sell for millions!
Lyria: Gasp! Millions?
Strong Woman: You bet. I've heard talk of a small country that emptied out their national treasury, just to get their hands on some of the King's graffiti.
Vyrn: No kidding! Don't know if I believe it, but even hearing the rumor's crazy.
Lyria: Now I can see why everyone's making such a fuss.
Vyrn: Yeah, look at all these people going bonkers over some paintings. This King of the Night's gotta be the real deal. Sure would like to meet them someday!
Strong Woman: Afraid that's a pipe dream. They've never revealed themselves, not even once.
Strong Woman: We call them a king, but to tell the truth, we don't know if they're a man, a woman, or what. Heck, we don't even know for sure if they're mortal.
Boisterous Fellow: Part of the charm! People can't get enough of the mystery! And we can't get enough of the King of the Night!
Lyria: I see. All that mystery makes you want to know them even more.
All of a sudden, two light bulbs go off in (Captain)'s head.
Lyria: Um, (Captain). You're starting to sweat. Are you okay?
The first, that the strange woman who so admired paint and shadows was none other than the King of the Night...
Rude Ruffian: Huh? What's this say? (Captain)? Hey, this wasn't done by the King of the Night!
And the second...
Tough Guy: So we looking at a collab? With the King of the Night? What sort of crazy fool is this (Captain)?
That it would be a good idea to beat a retreat. Immediately.
Lyria: Um, why is your name up there, (Captain)?
Rude Ruffian: What the! (Captain)? You here?
Before the crowd has time to react, (Captain) turns tail and dashes onto a side street.
But during the miraculous escape, the captain is dogged by a single question.
Did Illnott really paint all that graffiti last night?
After they shake their pursuers, (Captain) tells Lyria and Vyrn about all that transpired the previous night.
Then after sundown, the trio roams the sleeping town in search of the King of the Night.
Before long, they stumble into a quiet alleyway, where a lone woman lazily beckons to them from the shadows.
Illnott: Good night, little dude. What's this? You throwing me a party?
Lyria: Is she the one who made you draw that graffiti, (Captain)? The, um, King of the Night?
Illnott: Shoot, kid. You tell your friends here about last night?
Illnott: What happens in the shadows stays in the shadows. No one ever teach you that?
Vyrn: Hey! You're the one who got (Captain) involved! What are you after?
Illnott: After? I just like drawing what I want where I want. What, that not a good enough answer for you?
Illnott: Then how about this? I want to mess people up with my graffiti. I want to toy with them, shock them, watch them lose their damn marbles.
Illnott: Heard you had some fun without me today. 'Parently, the whole town was out hunting after you, foaming at the mouth like a pack of wild dogs.
Illnott: Heh. And all it took to drive them insane was a little piece of graffiti.
Illnott: I woulda loved to see all that. Almost makes me wish I was a morning person... Nah, who am I kidding? I'd rather die.
Vyrn: Gosh! She's crazier than all the rumors about her!
Illnott: Heh. Why do you got to attack me like that? You didn't get into trouble, did you, little dude?
Illnott: Now, let's talk business. When that sun comes up, you and I are conspirators. Only a matter of time before one of us gets caught.
Illnott: No one's gonna lock us up, but it's still gonna be a pain in the ass. Neither of us wants that.
Illnott: How I see it, only one way out of this. You let me on your airship, and under the cover of night, we make our getaway.
Choose: Is this what you were after all along?
Illnott: Nah. I was planning on using you as a decoy to skip town.
Vyrn: What is wrong with you, seriously...
Illnott: Heh. But I changed my mind. Wasn't bad lighting up the night with you. Wouldn't mind wrecking more towns together.
Illnott: Mm... Tell the truth, I got some other reasons for tagging along... Me wanting a dependable ride being one of them.
Vyrn: I bet that's the biggest one!
Illnott: Heh. Reason's a reason, all right?
Illnott: Now that that's settled... I'll take any room you can spare. Best if there's a coffin though.
Vyrn: Hey, no! Nothing's settled! And why the heck do you want a coffin? You really are a weirdo!
Lyria: Haha. Oh well. I don't think she's a bad person... I don't mind if she joins us.
Illnott: That's right. I got a bad personality, but I'm a decent person.
Vyrn: You just admitted to having—never mind. I'm tired of trying to keep up with you.
Illnott: You ready, little dudes? We're gonna bomb it all up! Let's get real twisted!
Vyrn: Hey, wait! Stop pulling!
Illnott grabs hold of the trio and drags them into the darkened town.
And so the crew of the Grandcypher find themselves the not-so-willing hosts of the agitator of the skies, the King of the Night, Illnott.
Wild Style
An imposter steps forward to claim credit for the King of the Night's graffiti—and attempt to sell it. The distressed crew hurries to inform Illnott, who doesn't seem troubled enough to break her tradition of sleeping till sundown.
Several days have passed since Illnott forced her way onto the Grandcypher.
The crew is slowly growing acquainted with her peculiar mannerisms and habits. Her lexicon, her free-wheeling spirit, her nightly routine of "bombing" sleeping towns...
And despite initial misgivings, they realize that the skies consider Illnott's graffiti a blessing—for she leaves behind her a painted trail of culture, tourism, and prosperity.
And so, one pleasant afternoon, (Captain) and the jury reach a verdict.
Vyrn: Man, I'm starting to think Splatters is just like a pineapple. Weird and prickly on the outside, but sweet on the inside.
Lyria: Yeah. It's amazing how much joy she brings with her graffiti.
Choose: I don't think she cares about all that.
Vyrn: You have a point. Maybe we're giving her too much credit.
Lyria: No, I disagree! Illnott's a nice person!
Lyria: She might sound strange and kind of threatening at times, but she's not harming anyone.
Choose: Illnott's actually very kind.
Lyria: Hehe. Right? She's oddly considerate.
Lyria: Once, when I had a nightmare, we drew pictures together, and she sat by me until I finally fell asleep again.
Continue 1Vyrn: I hear what you're saying, but I still think she likes messing with people too much. She's got a crap personality, that's for sure.
Drunken Voice: The hell is wrong with him? Damn the King of the Night!
Vyrn: Yeah, what is wrong with—huh? Wait. Who said that?
Lyria: I think it was that man. The one over there, drinking and yelling.
Angry Drunk: Man, and to think I was excited to finally find out who he was. Hah! Color me disillusioned!
Talkative Drunk: He can't get away with this. Just popping outta nowhere and claiming the rights to all his crap...
Talkative Drunk: We treated his work as gifts! But now he's going on about appropriation and illicit transactions and a bunch of other bull!
Angry Drunk: Shoot. Well if that's how he wants to play, those walls and buildings he used as canvases... They weren't even his to paint on!
Talkative Drunk: You aren't wrong, but only a fool would fight back. The man's a famous felon. Heard he has ins with a bunch of gangs and killers.
Angry Drunk: Well, hell's got a steaming pit with his name on it. He played us good, got half the sky crazy about him and his art. And for what! So he could get rich?
Vyrn: What the? Was she doing all that behind our backs? I knew she was prickly, but this is on a whole 'nother level!
Lyria: No, wait. They said "that man," didn't they?
Vyrn: Huh? So they were talking about a fake?
Swiftly, (Captain) rises and approaches the table of drunkards.
There, the captain tries to explain that the "King of the Night" they met was an imposter.
Angry Drunk: Nah, that was the real deal. Put up a tag, right in front of our eyes.
Talkative Drunk: Besides, the whole sky's been talking about the guy for days. And not a single person's stepped up to contradict him.
Quiet Drunk: If another King of the Night were out there, I think they would've said something by now.
Lyria: But, but...
Lyria: (Illnott's chosen to stay hidden for so long... It wouldn't be right for me to reveal her identity.)
Vyrn: (Argh, I wanna tell 'em so bad! Does Splatters know all this is happening?)
Quiet Drunk: The King's glory days are over. Now we know he's just another selfish, two-faced sneak... Ugh, dammit.
Vyrn & Lyria: ...
Sparks flare in the trio's eyes, as more and more grime is heaped on the name of the King of the Night.
But they choose to respect Illnott's decision to remain anonymous and hold their tongues.
Back on the Grandcypher, (Captain) throws open the door to the storage room.
They spy Illnott in a corner, motionless and wrapped in quilts like a grotesque cocoon.
Lyria: Illnott! Oh, I knew you'd be here. But we did give you your own room, you know!
Illnott: What, ugh... 'S the smell of the sun... Funk's rotten... Feel like my nose is gonna melt.
Vyrn: Hey, wake up! Code red, code red! Wake uuup!
Illnott: Nrgh.... I didn't ask for a lullaby... Now good... night.
Vyrn: It's not a lullaby, it's a wake-up call! And while we're at it, good morning's how you greet people! Now get up!
Illnott: Agh... Shoot.
Illnott: You trying to test me? Thought I told you, I hate any kind of bull language that exalts the sun...
Illnott: When you're with me, you worship the night... So it's good night... and a damn lullaby.
Illnott: You try giving me that sunshine crap again... I'm gonna go to the nearest arms dealer, pick up some throwing stars... and use your sorry ass for target practice.
Vyrn: Sheesh. Why do you always have to be so cranky in the morning?
Illnott: Cause it's frickin' morning... Ugh... Why can't the sun just stay down? So damn pissed and sleepy, I'm about to tear my hair out.
Lyria: There's no time for that! We've got a really big problem on our hands!
Illnott: I'm listening... But if my wig doesn't fly, you best be prepared for consequences. 'Cause I will stuff you little dudes and turn y'all into hug pillows.
Choose: I don't mind.
Illnott: You got guts, little dude... Get over here... Make you into my own personal pillow right now...
Vyrn: Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait! (Captain)! You already forget about Splatters's arms of steel?
Vyrn: I'll never forget about that time she grabbed hold of us 'cause she was all groggy. I couldn't wriggle out no matter how hard I tried. Man... Didn't even get to stretch a wing until midnight.
Lyria: Ooh... We were stuck for so long, we had to sleep the whole day away.
Vyrn: But that's not what we're talking about here! You've got a faker, Splatters!
Choose: You have an imposter.
Illnott: Huh... What?
Illnott: An imposter... Me?
Continue 2Lyria: Yeah! And he was able to imitate your, um... What was it called again? A tag? The thing that's like a signature.
Illnott: Hunh. He any good?
Vyrn: We didn't see anything ourselves, but people are saying it looks just like the original.
Illnott: He paint anything else? Any throw-ups? Pieces? He emulate my whole style?
Lyria: Um, well, we only heard about the tag...
Illnott: So what? He just bit my tag? That cheap toy trying to diss me?
Lyria: And that isn't all. We heard he's using the King of the Night's fame to do some terrible things.
Illnott: Shoot. Can't believe it... Gotta pay if you mess with me.
Vyrn: Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! We better get a move on if—
Illnott: Nah, couldn't care less about that. What I'm saying, little dudes, is y'all better pay for interrupting my sleep.
Lyria: Huh? Ah!
Illnott: Good night... See you when the moon's up.
Vyrn: Gaaah! I... can't breathe...
And with that, Illnott drifts back to sleep, holding the trio captive until well after the first chirping of the crickets.
Wild Style: Scene 2
When Illnott rises at sundown, the crew presses her to do something about the imposter tarnishing her reputation. Illnott claims not to care what happens to her art once she's done creating it, but she doesn't seem happy when she leaves the ship on her own.
(Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn lie uncomfortably on the floor, watching shadows creep leisurely across the wood.
As the last beams of light pass from the room, Illnott sits up and stretches, finally releasing the trio.
Illnott: Good night, little dudes! Man, sleeping with hug pillows really is something else.
Vyrn: Guh, guuh... Hey, Lyria... Do I look kinda... squished to you?
Lyria: Um, you seem the same as always... I think.
Illnott: Y'all ready to head out?
Vyrn: We kicking some copycat butt?
Illnott: No. Said I didn't care, all right? We're going bombing, and that's the end of the story.
Lyria: But we care! A lot!
Lyria: There's someone out there stealing all of your hard work!
Lyria: And more importantly, that imposter's making people hate you... And that makes me so sad...
Illnott: Hey, little dude... Lyria. You really are a good kid.
Lyria: Hm?
Illnott: Look, I'm touched you feel that way. But I just don't care.
Vyrn: But why? Your name's getting dragged through the mud here!
Illnott: And I don't give a damn about my name.
Illnott: I told y'all before, but I just like drawing what I want where I want. Don't do it for money or fame.
Illnott: And once I've hit up a place, then it's on to the next one. 'Cause I write in the present. Don't care about anything I already finished.
Illnott: That stuff's in the past. People can claim it, sell it, burn it, grind it to dust, put it on a pedestal and worship it... Doesn't make any difference to me.
Illnott: If you find it, you can do whatever the hell you want with it. 'S what I believe and 's what I'll keep believing.
Lyria: But...
Vyrn: But we can't just let this slide! There are people out there who really look up to you!
Vyrn: And just the other day, the three of us were talking about how we think you're pretty decent and all.
Vyrn: Having things turn out like this... It just ain't fair.
Illnott: ...
Illnott: Little dudes, y'all are too sweet.
Illnott: Don't know if I wanna tell you to mind your own damn business, or praise you for being able to empathize.
Illnott: I said it once and I'll say it again. I'm touched. But you know I'm not a kiss-ass.
Illnott: When I'm out there writing, I'm not looking for acceptance. Admirers, haters—they can all just piss off.
Illnott: Who the hell do they think they are, idolizing me, turning me into someone I'm not... Then when the most insignificant crap happens, they start crying about being tricked and disillusioned.
Illnott: Fools couldn't diss me if they tried.
Vyrn: ...
Lyria: Huh? Illnott, where are you going?
Illnott: Do you even gotta ask? Heading out for some foul play.. But I'm flying solo this time.
Illnott: Good night, little dudes.
Lyria: Oh... She left.
Vyrn: Hey, you think Splatters really doesn't care?
Choose: No, her eyes felt really... cold.
Lyria: Cold?
Vyrn: Hunh, now that you mention it... But that's weird. Splatters always acts like she's over the moon at night.
Vyrn: Oh man, Splatters. Just what is going through your head?
Choose: She seemed conflicted.
Vyrn: Well, yeah. I don't think anything like this has happened to her before.
Lyria: Yes, and... This is just a feeling I got, but the look in her eyes... she seemed like she was incredibly angry.
Vyrn: Oh man, Splatters. Just what is going through your head?
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Wild Style: Scene 3
The man masquerading as the King of the Night holds an auction to sell "his" graffiti. The crew suffers through the auction in silence, respecting Illnott's choice to remain anonymous. Suddenly Illnott claps her hands, and every piece of art in the auction house becomes blank. Chaos ensues.
It's been several days since the imposter reared his ugly head. But still Illnott shows no sign of wanting to strike him from his stolen pedestal. She simply continues to paint every night.
As if emboldened by her silence, the imposter lays claim to more and more... Until finally he announces an auction for the purloined works.
(Captain) and the others rush to Illnott and protest this base audacity. However...
Illnott: No damns given, little dude. Why are you worrying about that when you should be thinking about all we're gonna bomb tonight?
She shrugs their concerns off.
Disgruntled, the trio waits until the day of the auction. Then they set off into town to finally catch a glimpse of the fraudulent face.
Fraud of the Night: Heh-heh-heh. Welcome to the auction of the century—where you, the admiring crowd, can come to legitimately, licitly, and legally own one of my paintings.
Fraud of the Night: After the auction, you are free to do with the work what you wish. Enjoy it in the comfort of your own home, resell it for some extra cash... It's up to you! So you best not be stingy here.
Fraud of the Night: First up, a stunning piece of graffiti I put up in Valtz, right on one lucky citizen's door! Reserve price: ten million.
Vyrn: Huh? You could buy a small island for that much! Gr... That rotten copycat!
Lyria: First he takes Illnott's name... Then he takes her art from all these people... And now he's trying to take so much money.
Lyria: We have to do something! Isn't there any way we can prove he's an imposter?
Vyrn: Not without spilling the beans about Splatters, we can't.
Lyria: Ooh, it makes me so sad...
The trio grit their teeth and watch as the auction progresses.
Finally, as the proceedings begin to wind down, the imposter brings out a piece that lights a fire in (Captain)'s eyes.
Vyrn: Hey, ain't that the painting Splatters made you do when you first met?
Fraud of the Night: And here's my collaboration piece with an anonymous writer! Now, for certain reasons, I can't reveal their true identity...
Fraud of the Night: But I can tell you this! Both they and I, the King of the Night, are hoping to make a pretty penny off this work!
Fraud of the Night: Now what should I do about the reserve price... Can I get a hundred million? Don't be shy. Show me how you all appreciate good art!
Lyria: "Certain reasons"? He just doesn't know who you are!
Vyrn: You and Illnott don't want no stinking money! He's lying through his teeth!
Choose: That's it...!
Vyrn: Yeah, I can't take it anymore either! Let's teach him a lesson!
Illnott: Cool it, little lizard. It's finally nighttime. Let's try to have some fun, all right?
Choose: Don't say anything.
Lyria: Is there really nothing we can do?
Lyria: That painting means something special—to both you and Illnott. And he's using it for something so terrible...
Illnott: Lyria, little dude. You really are an amazing kid.
Continue 1Lyria: Illnott! You came!
Illnott: Well, the moon is real pretty up overhead. Puts me in the mood for some foul play.
Lyria: So you're telling everyone who you are?
Vyrn: I get it! You show people who you are right here, right now, and that dumb faker won't have time to run! You were just waiting for your chance all along, weren't ya?
Illnott: Nah, you're misunderstanding. I don't have a mind for any of that crap.
Lyria: What?
Illnott: Heh. You little dudes never listen, do you?
Illnott: Said I came to play dirty.
Vyrn & Lyria: ...?
Illnott: You ready? 'Cause this whole night's about to blow up!
Illnott: Buff!
Illnott claps her hands once with a low chuckle.
In an instant, the scene before (Captain)'s eyes dissolves into chaos.
Cranky Bidder: Daaah!
Vyrn: Huh? What? What's happening?
Cranky Bidder: The graffiti's faded right off my purchase!
Indignant Bidder: Gasp! No! Mine too! What is going on here?
Lyria: Faded? But how?
Illnott: Heh... Heh-heh-heh. Aha!
Cranky Bidder: Hey, you, King of the Night! You had better explain yourself!
Fraud of the Night: What? Wait, no, don't look at me, I-I don't have a clue!
Indignant Bidder: What do you mean, you don't have a clue? This is your work we're talking about, isn't it?
Cranky Bidder: Unless you are an—
Fraud of the Night: Wait! No! Let's not be hasty! I'm the genuine article! Here, look!
With sweat shining on his brow, the Fraud of the Night puts up a tag on the nearest wall.
Fraud of the Night: See? It's perfect. There isn't any other who can write like me! I'm the real McCoy!
Fraud of the Night: Look, I'll do something about that faded paint... Just give me a minute!
Illnott: Ha... Ahaha! You're gonna do something? Like to see you try, you damn toy.
Illnott: C'mon. We got a long night ahead of us. Playtime's just getting started.
Illnott: Kill the City!
Unseen Crowd: Ahhh! What is all this?
Fraud of the Night: The hell is going on out there? Dammit!
Cranky Bidder: Wha—hey! You get back here, King of the Night!
Vyrn: Splatters... What did you do?
Illnott: How many times do I got to say it till you're satisfied? I'm here for some foul play.
And with that, Illnott's face cracks into a wide, leering grin.
Wild Style: Scene 4
It turns out Illnott can reveal or hide any artwork made with her magical ink at will. She has been sneaking out to cover the entire town with invisible artwork, and as she reveals it now, the townspeople realize they've been duped by the imposter. As they turn on him, Illnott leads the crew off to enjoy all the commotion.
Determined to track down the source of the commotion, the trio dash out onto the streets.
There, a grand sight leaves them frozen in their tracks.
(Captain), Vyrn, Lyria, and a large gathering of passersby gaze around them, captivated by the elaborate graffiti now using the entire town as its canvas.
Illnott: Y'all better not tell me you got your fill already. 'Cause my night's barely even started.
Illnott: Bomb! Bomb, bomb, bomb!
Every time Illnott claps her hands, new paint appears—on walls, on curbs, even on clothes.
And as the art ripples outward, so do the shouts and murmurs, until, (Captain) realizes, the whole town is covered in graffiti.
Lyria: Amazing...
Cranky Bidder: This has to be the King of the Night's graffiti...
Indignant Bidder: No one else could do anything like this.
Fraud of the Night: ...
Cranky Bidder: Hey! You over there! Can you pull off a feat like this?
Fraud of the Night: Huh?
Cranky Bidder: You know, I always found it fishy that the only proof you had to offer was one measly tag.
Cranky Bidder: But only the true King of the Night could cover a whole town in art like this. You're the genuine article, right? Then put up another piece—this very instant!
Fraud of the Night: Huh? Wait, stop! I said stop! No hitting!
Indignant Bidder: Shut your mouth, you fake... No, you con man! This auction is over, understand? I have no money to offer the likes of you!
Indignant Bidder: I may not know how you made the graffiti disappear, but I do know that everything you sold us is complete rubbish! And I will be expecting a full refund!
Fraud of the Night: Guh! Ugh! Stop hitting! You're gonna hurt someone with that—look, okay! Fine! I'll pay you all back so just stop—
Fraud of the Night: Gaaah!
Vyrn: Oof... They're really going at him.
Illnott: Ha... Ahaha! This is so good... Look at their dumb faces.
Illnott: Just a bunch of stuck-up fools who didn't know what was fake and what was real till I pulled this crazy stunt...
Illnott: But now, 'least they're starting to look kinda cute... Heh-heh-heh.
Lyria: So when the graffiti suddenly appeared and disappeared... Was it all your doing, Illnott?
Illnott: You heard the people say it. Only the King of the Night could put on a performance like this.
Lyria: But how?
Illnott: Like this.
Illnott: Buff.
Illnott: Bomb!
Illnott: Long as it's done in my ink, I can call on any piece of graffiti to appear or disappear.
Vyrn: When'd you even have time to paint all this?
Illnott: I had nights and nights, little lizard.
Lyria: Nights and nights?
Lyria: Oh! I did notice that, recently, you'd always disappear right after sunset...
Vyrn: So you were out here painting and erasing and setting all this stuff up?
Choose: Is that what you were doing when we met?
Illnott: So you did notice. You didn't say anything, so I thought it slipped by you.
Illnott: Yeah. Little dude, by the time you stumbled upon me, I'd already hid most of my stuff.
Vyrn: Okay... So that's the how, but where's the why?
Illnott: I just like watching people freak when graffiti comes outta nowhere. 'S funny, watching their eyes bug outta their heads.
Vyrn: Man, Splatters. You really are a piece of work, you know that?
Illnott: Well, yeah. You lurk in the night, you gotta be twisted.
Vyrn: Haha... At least now I get why you didn't care about fakes.
Vyrn: All you have to do is make your paintings disappear. Then no one can steal nothing!
Lyria: That's a relief, but... I kind of wish you had told us earlier.
Illnott: Hey, Lyria, you don't have to pout, little dude. If I'm gonna play dirty, I can't go broadcasting it to the world, now can I?
Illnott: And plus...
Lyria: But we care! A lot!
Lyria: There's someone out there stealing all of your hard work!
Lyria: And more importantly, that imposter's making people hate you... And that makes me so sad...
Vyrn: But we can't just let this slide! There are people out there who really look up to you!
Vyrn: And just the other day, the three of us were talking about how we think you're pretty decent and all.
Vyrn: Having things turn out like this... It just ain't fair.
Illnott: ...
Lyria: And plus what?
Illnott: Nah, never mind. C'mon. Let's walk around town. Bet there'll be some real funny faces for us to see.
Illnott: Gonna pull an all-nighter tonight, kids. Till that spiteful sun comes up, we're gonna tear this place apart!
Vyrn: What do you mean, today? You pull all-nighters all the time! And I'm pooped! We're going to sleep, got it!
Illnott: I'm not letting you close those eyes till morning. Then you're all gonna be my hug pillows when we turn in together.
Lyria: Um, could we at least sleep in a bed and not the storage room?
Illnott: Why? You sleep the soundest and the safest in small, shady spaces. Everyone knows that, you little weirdo.
Vyrn: No! You're the weirdo here! Daah! And I thought I told you to stop pulling!
And so, with her characteristic force, Illnott drags (Captain) and company into a land simultaneously awash with color and shadow.
A few hours later...
The imposter awakens, having been beaten unconscious by the angry mob. He begins to take his anger out on the once beautiful, now blank and expressionless slates around him.
Fraud of the Night: Damn! I'm ruined! Why'd you all have to fade like that? Agh! Damn it all to hell!
Fraud of the Night: I worked my ass off practicing that stupid tag! For what? For nothing!
Fraud of the Night: Lousy trash! Take this! And this! You know what? Just burn! Dammit!
After crushing, snapping, and stomping himself to exhaustion, the imposter sets fire to the rubble.
But he soon comes to regret his actions.
The sound of a single clap sails through the air. At once, the faded graffiti reappears, though warped by the dancing flames.
Fraud of the Night: What? No! No, no, no! Don't burn, don't burn! Agh! Dammit! What the hell is going on?
Fraud of the Night: Ugh... Agh... This stuff's worth hundreds of millions... And it was all supposed to be mine... Why... Why...
Fraud of the Night: Huh? Is that graffiti? How'd it even get there? Wait! That writing... It's the King of the Night!
The imposter gapes at the painted message.
King of the Night: Hey, toy. Why do you have to waste time biting my work? If you wanna call yourself a writer, try one-upping me. Good night, Hater King!
Fraud of the Night: That asshole! Oh, fine. Fine! You asked for it!
Fraud of the Night: I'll put up graffiti so awesome, your little scribbles are gonna look like cave paintings! I'm gonna be worth ten times as much as you, and I'm gonna get rich! Just you wait, King of the Night!
After hurling the last of his barbed words at the graffiti, the imposter finally moves on.
Several days later, a certain rumor comes to (Captain)'s attention.
New graffiti from the King of the Night has miraculously appeared before every last person conned by the imposter.
With that, the crew reaffirms its conviction that Illnott truly is, as Vyrn puts it, sweet as a pineapple. But they are careful, of course, not to say so in front of her.
Night of the Crazies
Hallessena befriends a little orphan girl whose precious blanket accidentally ends up on the Grandcypher. When Hallessena goes to return the blanket, she discovers the girl has been kidnapped by gangsters. Working with Illnott, they save the girl and purge the slums of the gangsters. In the morning, the slum residents are delighted to see artwork of the King of the Night adorning their town.
Today's mission sees (Captain) and company delivering food and necessities to a less fortunate town on a certain island.
The locals are welcoming. Hallessena, who had joined the effort, ends up befriending a little orphan girl.
Little Girl: Thanks for coming to play, Hallie! I had tons of fun today!
Little Girl: Here! I'll letcha hold my treasure for being such a good friend!
Hallessena: Really? Let's see it.
The girl grins as she hands Hallessena the faded blanket that she'd been wearing as a cloak.
Little Girl: Mama gave this to me before she passed away.
Little Girl: Heehee, it keeps the cold wind out, so I stay nice and warm! Even though it's just me now, it helps me fall fast asleep!
Hallessena: Ooh, no kidding. This really is soft and cozy. It's very, very lovely!
Hallessena: Hehe, thanks for showing me your precious treasure! I think it's only fair to show you mine!
Hallessena: Yeeeehaw! Get a load of my Divine Death Saw of Death! It's crazy to the max!
Little Girl: Whoa! Betcha could cut steel with that! Gee, wish I had a death saw too. Then those people wouldn't come around anymore...
Hallessena: Oh? What people?
Little Girl: They're... Actually, never mind! Don't worry about it!
Little Girl: Say, all these empty boxes of food and water still need to be cleaned up, right? C'mon, I'll help ya!
The girl seems troubled by something, but she puts on a brave face and begins loading the empty boxes onto a cart.
That night, the crew retires to the ship with the intention of leaving the island in the morning.
Hallessena stays up late performing maintenance on her death saw. She heads into the ship's cargo hold in search of parts.
Hallessena: Hm... This piece of scrap might do the trick... Maybe (Captain)'ll let me have it if I ask nicely tomorrow.
Hallessena: Huh? Hey, isn't this...
Hallessena spots a familiar object mixed in amid a pile of wooden boxes.
Hallessena: Uh-oh, this is that girl's blanket, isn't it? She must've forgotten it while helping out.
Little Girl: Heehee, it keeps the cold wind out, so I stay nice and warm! Even though it's just me now, it helps me fall fast asleep!
Hallessena: Oh, man. She must be losing her mind trying to find it. I'd better hurry and bring this back to her!
Hallessena disembarks and rushes back to the little girl's ramshackle dwelling.
But instead of finding anyone home, she finds signs of a struggle.
Hallessena: Oh no... W-was she kidnapped by scary people?
???: Sniiiiff... Hehehe...
Hallessena: Ulp... Wh-who's there?
???: Hahahaha! Love the smell of dust and ink... Give it to me... Sniiiifff...
Ah. Dope.
Ah. Dope.
???: Let's kick up the wickedness another notch... Yes! There it is! Now that's a face I can get behind. Cool.
???: Still need a bit more though... Double and triple more! Show me what I want to see.
???: Sniiiiff... Hehehe!
Hallessena: (Yikes... Some weirdo's here. What are they up to? Sounds like they're talking to someone?)
Hallessena: (Gasp! C-could it be the kidnapper?)
Hallessena: (I-I-I've got to do something!)
Hallessena: Heeehaw! Step away from the kid, or it's sayonara-bye-bye, sucker!
Illnott: Huh?
Illnott: Uh, what's up, little dude? Why are you pointing fingers at me?
Illnott: It's just me and my cute doodle over here.
Illnott steps to the side, revealing a picture sprayed painted onto the wall of a narrow, empty alleyway.
Hallessena: Wha? So all that talk about wanting more and such was about this picture?
Hallessena: Hey, wait a minute! I've seen this art before when I was growing up in the slums! That was your stuff?
Illnott: Ah, so you were born in the Erste Empire? No wonder you're so precious. Put it there, homey.
Illnott: By the way, your name's Hallessena, right? Part of (Captain)'s posse? Buzzing chainsaw's kind of a dead giveaway.
Hallessena: Huh? Does that make you a member of the crew too?
Illnott: Bingo! 'Course, I wouldn't be caught dead rising with the sun like an early bird.
Hallessena: Gotcha. So as a fellow crew member, I guess you're pretty safey-safe too then?
Illnott: Pfft, hell no. I'm as nefarious as it gets—a real troublemaker and head case.
Illnott's lips mimic the crescent moon in the night sky. She reaches out a hand toward Hallessena's cheek.
The Draph shrinks back just a bit, but she accepts the hand. Despite their menacing aura, Illnott's fingers feel warm and comforting.
Illnott: But here's the thing, bae. If you're tight with (Captain), then yeah; I am safey-safe.
Hallessena: Ehehe... Phew...
Hallessena: Oops! I almost forgot! This girl I met... She's my friend! I could really use your help!
Now trusting of the graffiti artist, Hallessena explains the situation.
She'd returned to the slums to give the girl her blanket back only to find her missing.
Illnott: Aw, shizz... That definitely sucks.
Illnott: I was screwing around town while you guys were handing stuff out, but I do know gangsters have a safe house around here.
Illnott: Noticed some lamewads skulking about. Could be the same punks who nabbed your kid.
Hallessena: Sniff... I knew it... I have to save her!
Hallessena: Sh-should I go call (Captain)?
Hallessena: But by that time, they might have hurt her... Sob...
Illnott: Damn, get a grip, little dude. Beautiful moonlit night like this is spoiled by tears.
Illnott: All right, I'm in. Can the waterworks. Time to mess some fools up.
Illnott: What do you say, little dude? Be my partner in crime! At least while the night's still young.
Hallessena: P-partner in crime?
With a cheeky grin, the graffiti artist whispers her grand scheme into Hallessena's ear.
Gangster 1: What, ya think cryin's gonna help? It's not our fault ya didn't wanna hand over yer valuables like a good girl.
Little Girl: Sniff... I'm sorry. Please just let me go home...
Gangster 2: Sigh. She's obviously got nothing worth stealin'. Maybe we can put her to work.
Gangster 1: Bwahaha. That's cold, man!
Little Girl: No! Not that! Help! Anybody—
???: Rrraarw! Nrrrrgh-nrgh! Hyaahah!
Gangster 1: The frick? What's with the racket! Who's out there!
The screeching cry of a heavy motor engine startles the gangsters. When they turn around, they see a spinning blade pierce through the stone wall behind them.
Sparks fly as metal teeth chew through the rock, cracking open the gangster hideout like a squirrel cracks a nut.
Hallessena: Kyahaha! Oh, scary bad guys! Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Gangster 2: What the hell! That thing cut through the wall like a hot knife through butter!
Gangster 1: Tch, who do we have here? Some brat tryin' to play hero of the slums? C'mon, fellows! Let's stomp that urchin into the ground!
Hallessena: Pfft! As if you could keep up with me! Later, losers!
Gangster 2: Damn you! Come back here!
Gangster 1: Huff... Huff... Pretty sure she came this way... Where's she hiding?
Illnott: Drop the bomb!
Gangster 1: Wha? Words are poppin' up on the wall!
Illnott: Good night, dummies! Think you're so gangster? Can't even catch a little girl!
Gangster 2: Ergh... Screw you! We'll see who has the last laugh! She went this way!
Illnott: Ahaha! This is turning out great! Hallessena's got a flair for playing bait!
Hallessena: Gulp... They're getting closer... I'm scared, but I've gotta keep leading them on!
Hallessena: Kekeke... Heeeheehee! Over here, boyos! You'll never catch me!
Gangster 2: Tch! I didn't come here to play tag! Quit runnin'!
Hallessena: (Hehe, I know these alleyways like the back of my hand. Popping in and out is a piece of cake!)
Hallessena uses Illnott's signs and the labyrinthian alleyways to her advantage as she flanks and needles the gangsters.
However, after leading her pursuers on a wild goose chase, she finds herself cornered in a cul-de-sac used for storing garbage bags.
Gangster 1: Huff... Puff...
Hallessena: ...!
Gangster 2: Gahaha! Good goin', li'l idiot! Ran yourself right into a dead end!
Gangster 1: Hahaha! Not so tough now, huh? You're gonna wish you never crawled out of your hidey-hole.
Hallessena: Keehyahaha! Joke's on you!
Illnott: Heh... Bunch of stooges. Even a toddler would've noticed it was a trap. Oh, well.
Illnott: Bombs away, baby!
With a clap of her hands, the empty walls of the dead end come alive with colorful graffiti.
Gangster 2: Holy! There's weird pictures everywhere!
Hallessena: Heh... Hehehe!
Even Hallessena's body becomes saturated with gnarly art, which spreads to the walls behind her in the form of a gigantic optical illusion.
The paint from Hallessena's body merges with the illusion to create a visage of pure malevolence.
Gangster 2: Gyaaah! It's a monster!
Hallessena: Vrrm, vrrm, vrrm! I'm gonna enjoy chopping you up into teensy-weensy pieces!
Hallessena: Say hello to my big friend! Sayonara-bye-bye!
Gangster 1: Noooo! W-we're sorry! We'll never even think about doing a bad thing again!
Gangster 2: Help! I don't wanna diiiie!
The gangsters want no part of what the colossal, chainsaw-wielding Hallessena is serving and flee into the night.
Illnott: Buff!
Hallessena: Whoa... The paint on my body disappeared.
Illnott: Ahaha, great performance, Sis. Safe to say we won't be seeing the likes of them ever again.
Illnott: Think I'm gonna keep this graffito of your death saw up as a memento of this wicked night.
Hallessena: Wow! Very nice! Super lovely! I hope the rain doesn't wash it away!
Little Girl: Hallie?
Hallessena: Oh, good. You hid with the artist lady. I'm glad you're safe.
Little Girl: Yeah! Thanks for saving me, Hallie! And the black-haired lady too!
Hallessena: Nah, I didn't really do anything to scare those guys away. It was all—
Illnott: Oh, puh-leeze. Trolling scrubs is a pastime. Getting a pat on the back for that feels bad, man.
Illnott: Damn, my heart just melts whenever nice kids give me those goo-goo eyes. Look, I was just doing what I had to do.
Illnott: Think about it. If those guys had stuck around, they'd keep my art for themselves.
Illnott: Hehe, which would've meant no one else could've savored my brand of chaos and excitement.
Illnott: So let me be the one to thank you. Plus I had a sick time lurking in the shadows!
Hallessena: Ehehe... I'll admit I was scared, but getting painted on and playing bait wasn't that bad after all.
Hallessena: Haha, thank you so much, lady!
Illnott: Call me Illnott, Sis.
Hallessena: You got it! Thanks, Illnott!
Illnott: By the way, tonight'll be our little secret, got it? And that goes triple for the little dude with the furry ears.
Illnott: You're still too young for the night scene. Save the foul play till you're a bit older. Tonight's a special exception.
Little Girl: Got it! I won't tell a soul! Promise!
Illnott: Sniff... Obedient kids are the best.
Illnott: Damn, hate it when the nasty sun catches up to me. Can I squeeze out a few more seconds of darkness?
Illnott: Nnngh... Nope, I'm out! The sun burns! Good night, little dudes!
Hallessena: Hey, wa—ah, she's already gone. Oh yeah, there was something else I had to do!
Hallessena hands the little girl her blanket. Grateful, the girl's face lights up, and she squeezes the keepsake to her cheek.
Little Girl: Gosh! I woulda been a wreck without my blankie! You're the greatest, Hallie!
Hallessena: Hahaha! No problem at all! So, are we ready to head back home?
In the morning, the Grandcypher rises into the sky along with the sun, with those aboard none the wiser of what took place while the moon was out.
As the slum awakens, cries of joy erupt from the residents when they realize the gangsters have fled, not to mention their town has been graced with artwork by the King of the Night.
All the while the little girl smiles to herself as she listens quietly to people argue over who the King of the Night really is.
Side-scrolling Quotes
| JapaneseThis is an official transcription. | EnglishThis is an official translation. |
|---|---|
| この噴射機はエルステ帝国製だ | Had this spray gun made in the Erste Empire. |
| さて、次はどこへBombりにいこうか | Where we gonna bomb next? |
| Bomb！ | Bomb! |
| 私が悪いのは性格だけさ、本当だよ | Got a bad personality, but I'm a decent person. |
| ヴァンパイア……会ってみたいものだ | Always wanted to meet a vampire... |
| スゥーーーー、ハァ……少年も嗅ぐかい…… | Sniff... Whew... You gotta get some of this, little dude. |
| 蝙蝠は可愛いよな１０匹ほど飼いたいよ | Bats are real cute. I want at least ten as pets. |
| (主人公)呼んでみただけだ | (Captain)... Just wanted to say your name. |
| 生まれつき腕力はあるほうなんだ | I was born with this upper body strength. |
| (主人公)キミはイケない子だ | (Captain), you aren't as innocent as you look. |
References
- ↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Blog Post, グランデフェス開催＆新キャラクター「イルノート」「プレデター」紹介のお知らせ
- ↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Blog Post, グランデフェス開催＆新キャラクター水着バージョン「ジークフリート」「イルノート」紹介のお知らせ
- ↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Blog Post, レジェンドフェス開催＆新キャラクタークリスマスバージョン「ユニ」「イルノート」紹介のお知らせ