Character Memory 1[]
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Character Memory 2: Lady[]
Genevieve: Would you like a taste? I can prepare a drink specially for you.
Navigator: Thanks, but I don't drink.
Genevieve: "You're never truly sophisticated until you've tamed a bronco or tastes strong liquor." Did you come to the bar just to look around?
Navigator: I can have nonalcoholic beverages!
Genevieve: Then this should suffice. Here, strawberry soda.
Navigator: I may be underage, but I'm not a child. Though I still appreciate it, nevertheless.
Genevieve: You simply must savor the taste. This is the aristocratic way.
Navigator: *Chugging* This is good soda pop! Not only is it tangy-sweet, but the find bubbles also explode in your mouth. Let me have another sip... Woah, creamy, with a strong taste of milk!
Genevieve: That's right!
Navigator: You seem like an expert in mixing drinks, Genevieve. Are nobles required to learn that?
Genevieve: For typical nobles, certainly not. But if you follow the spirit of nobility to always improve yourself, you won't think doing this is beneath you. Besides, I see bartending as rewarding myself!
Genevieve deftly tosses the top of the shaker into the air, holding the glass with the other hand and moving it to her right. The top lands perfectly on the shaker.
Navigator: Wow!
Genevieve: I like the awe in your eyes. Put more enthusiasm into the applause and I might show you something even better.
Navigator: Enthusiasm? Like this?
Genevieve: That's it? That's all you got?
Navigator: Not good enough? My hands are swelling in red!
Genevieve: I didn't say it wasn't good enough. Seeing you have genuine appreciation, I'll make my secret special mix for you. I actually have everything needed for that here, by chance. Ice, Black Bear liquor from Umbraton,lemon, and the legendary liquid gem- the Sweet Romance Liquor.
Navigator: That doesn't sound completely to make.
Genevieve: But that's not all. It's still missing the most important compound. Fire. Watch carefully. Put all the ice into a glass, lift and shake lightly. Pour some liquor into, wipe the rim with liquor too, then...
Genevieve snaps fingers.
Genevieve: Light the fire.
Navigator: Wow!
Genevieve: Intimidated already? This is only the beginning. Combine the rest of the liquor with the ice and shake vigorously! Now pour it into the glass. Finally, a slice of lemon for a touch of class. Done! The taste changes as the temperature rises, going from refreshing to refilling. The flavor runs the gamut from sweet to sour to bitter to spicy, yet it's still very much a Lady. Lady, that's the name of this drink.
Navigator: I see a lot of ice, but the fire keeps burning! Watch out! Isn't it hot? Won't it burn your hand?
Genevieve: Even if it does that's what makes it special.
Navigator: This is a work of art! Genevieve, it's amazing you were able to create this!
Genevieve: As much as I adore compliments, I am not deserving of such praise. This drink was not my creation. It was created by one of the best bartenders in the world. However, I put him in jail myself. Perhaps he is already serving his sentence. I'm not sure, nor do I care.
Navigator: Jail? What did he do?
Genevieve: Murdered 13 young women in three years. That's unpardonable regardless of where you're from.
Navigator: What!?
Genevieve: Supposedly, no woman could resist his charming hypnotic eyes. But he had a heart of stone and was unmoving by anyone. He would make every woman who fell in love with him their own special cocktails before ruthlessly killing them. The concoctions ultimately became his signature. What's ridiculous is his bar always did a booming business.
Navigator: Did you fall for the barkeep as well?
[Cue flashback]
Genevieve: Is that what you think? I never expected this.
Barkeep: Falling madly and uncontrollably for someone. This Sweet Romance is for you, my goddess. No, the worf "goddess" doesn't doesn't begin to describe you...
Genevieve: Stop before I wring your neck with Karenina! I'm not sitting here because I want to flirt and this cheap concoction is beneath me. As for you, I see that bounty on your head has become overpriced. You are also beneath me.
Barkeep: I...
Genevieve: Fire, whip, or cuff yourself. Let me know when you've decided. My patience is thin.
[End flashback]
Genevieve: He knew I was a bounty hunter pursuing him, so he fled all night. Leaving Umbraton. He returned to the bar after a few days. He groveles before Anna's hooves, raising his trembling hands without an ounce of dignity to speak of.
Choice: ("I'm bitter!) & ("I love you!"), chosen choice-("I love you!")
Genevieve: Is that how you feel about me, Navigator?
Navigator: What?! No! That's what I think he said.
Genevieve: Your confession is more interesting then his, Navigator. Relax, I'm kidding. You should be honored that I said that anyway.
Navigator: Err...
Genevieve: I wonder how many people were taken by his sweet glib tongue. I have no interest in that kind of banality. He told me his only wish was to make me a cocktail. He promised to do whatever I asked, as long as I stared into his eyes and consumed his drink.
Navigator: So, is that "Lady"? The firey concoction? But why did he insist on you staring into his eyes? Did they hold a special power?
Genevieve: I thought that was only a rumor or urban legend in Umbraton. But when I looked in his eyes, I did see something.
Choice: (What was in his eyes?) & (How did you escape?), chosen choice-(What was in his eyes?)
Genevieve: Reflection. More accurately, someone's silhouette. It wasn't his or my own.
[Flashback]
Barkeep: Yes, keep gazing. Look at me and fall in love, dear Genevieve. Reciprocate my passion for you! Tell me, what do you see in your eyes?
Genevieve: I see... Someone I hate and loathe, yet am uncontrollably attracted to. The intoxicating Lady...
[Ending of flashback]
Genevieve: The human emotion is akin to liquor. It starts off simple before evolving to unfathomable changes and reactions. A captivating quagmire. And she's the fire that kindles my emotion. The realization makes me think... What's the difference between me and that barkeep?
Genevieve downs the liquor in one gulf with the fire still burning. The flame licks her fingertips, but she doesn't seem to feel it.
Genevieve: I don't fall for anyone, because I can't see anything else in my eyes.