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Beryl: |
What a fabulous stage. Did Fleur design it?
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Raphael: |
Judging from the Rediesel Wrench decor, most likely.
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Navigator: |
He is so versatile.
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Carleen: |
You’re not in this, [Navigator]?
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Navigator: |
I’m skipping it. Singing isn’t my suit at all.
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Beryl: |
And I’m... not comfortable... with the crowd.
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Raphael: |
Not me, either. I’m watching Beryl.
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Beryl: |
Yes, Raphael and I will cheer for you really hard!
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Raphael: |
Leave the cheering to me! I’ll cover everybody with missiles!
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Navigator: |
No, don’t! Please!
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Vice: |
Okay, you got this then!
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Smokey: |
Get ready to enjoy our show and root us on!
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Bonacie: |
Here we are, the last competition of the Ocean Sovereign, a contest of intelligence and beauty—Beach LIVE! With the influx of sponsors, we are able to invite two prominent A-listers as judges! The anonymous Mr. S from Lumopolis!
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Strange Judge A: |
Ahem.
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Bonacie: |
And anonymous Mr. Y from Umbraton!
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Strange Judge B: |
Hello, everyone.
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Navigator: |
Bonacie invited two judges. Hey, why do they look familiar?
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Bonacie: |
The judges and live audience will choose the winner! The first competitor... is a masked heavy metal vocalist from hell...
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Masked Singer: |
My name is Sneaky Slim, a mystery singer from Umbraton!
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Navigator: |
Isn’t that Seleucid? The name and the helmet practically giving it away!
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Suspected Seleucid: |
Now, allow me to roar from the deepest depth of my soul! And give you the heaviest of all heavy metal performance of a lifetime!
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Crowd: |
Get off the stage! Get off, get off! This is swimsuits LIVE! What are you doing without a swimsuit on? False advertising! False advertising! I'm here for girls in swimsuits! Refund! Refund!
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Suspected Seleucid: |
This is embarrassing... Luckily, I didn’t give my real name. Well, I guess I’ll see you all some other day!
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Raphael: |
Is it over already? Too soon...
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Beryl: |
What a pity, that guy in the cat mask looks like a good singer...
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Navigator: |
Don’t let his looks fool you, Beryl. He did a great job though, great Seleucid. He lowered the expectation so much, the girls are sure to get higher scores! Next is... Fleur and Brock?
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Brock bows to the audience, turns and stretches an arm out...
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Fleur: |
Ahhhh!
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Crowd: |
Ohhhh! Did you see that? Fleur smiled at me! Your gaze shot straight to my heart, Fleury! It’s burning for love!
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Seagull: |
Squawk, squawk!
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Navigator: |
And here come the seagulls! Shouldn’t you be hunting fish?
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Brock: |
Are you sure we’re doing it?
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Fleur: |
Of course, my dear friend!
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Fleur disappears into a blue locker. There is a hole in the top with metal sheets fixed across it. A white question mark is painted on the bottom half.
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Navigator: |
Why is Brock pulling out a steel bar?! Wait a minute. He’s not trying that magic trick, is he? Can the densest of all Rediesel Wrench pull it off?
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Crowd: |
Ohhhh!
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The steel bar tears the curtain and impales the box, until the tip protrudes from the other end.
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Crowd: |
Fleur!
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Beryl: |
The box is wobbling... Is Fleur okay? It doesn't look good...
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Raphael: |
Relax, I’m ready to give medical aid.
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Navigator: |
No one's going to die, right? (Is Brock mumbling a prayer?)
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Beryl: |
The box stops moving... Raphael!
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Raphael: |
Okay, prepare to fire!
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Navigator: |
Wait!
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Brock: |
Yoo-Hoo!
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Fleur emerges from the box.
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Navigator: |
Wow, that is unbelievable!
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Beryl: |
Wonderful...
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Raphael: |
No, it’s a waste of energy. I was ready to fire!
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Navigator: |
Fire? With your missiles? How is that medical aid? But everyone seems to enjoy the performance and is applauding.
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Beryl: |
I think that’s because Fleur is still alive.
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Bonacie: |
Hold it, I’m sure I stated only singing is allowed for the contest, no? It is not good to violate the rules, Brock and Fleur. Especially when you know them, no?
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Fleur: |
Haha, sorry about that. We just want to bring joy to the crowd and get more excitement going. But I can’t sing, so I figured I’d do this.
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Crowd: |
Who is that woman to lecture Fleur like that! Fleur! We love you!
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Navigator: |
(It isn’t bad for this to turn into a talent show.) (Though it’s a pity that Seleucid bowed out early.) (However, with his cat mask, he’s more suited for masked singer shows.)
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Bonacie: |
Rules are rules. I hereby disqualify Fleur.
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Crowd: |
Why does it have to be singing?! You’re welcome to perform in our rooms anytime, Fleur!
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Crowd: |
Woof, woof! Meow!
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Navigator: |
And here come the animals! Fleur’s special trait is so scary...
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Bonacie: |
Contestant Number Eight! Genevieve Vronsky!
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Genevieve: |
Heh, this is the level of competitor I’m facing. I shall seize the opportunity to impress the judges and crowd and get the highest score!
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Navigator: |
(More bizarre competitors...) (Is it Vice’s turn yet?)
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Beryl: |
Genevieve’s on now, [Navigator].
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Navigator: |
Yeah, she’s probably the biggest competition we got.
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Genevieve: |
Falling from a thunderstorm♪
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Navigator: |
...!!
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Genevieve: |
Was it merciless judgment or liberating salvation♪ Fading from the remote horizon♪ It’s your inscrutable figure♪ Lingering yearnings with gale and rain♪ Defying the vulgarity♪ Ripped open the path ahead with passion and impulse♪ Casting a blind eye to the so-called war♪
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Navigator: |
That... is impressive.
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Crowd: |
... Ohhhh, Genevieve!
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Strange Judge A: |
What an emotional performance. Everybody could feel it.
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Strange Judge B: |
Genevieve’s voice goes right to my heart. I hope she holds a concert in Umbraton sometime.
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Bonacie: |
We have the results. The final score for Genevieve is 9.6! Congratulations, that’s a very high score, no? Thank you for the performance, Genevieve.
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Genevieve: |
So, you see that, Smokey?
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Raphael: |
Impressive...
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Beryl: |
The singing was full of emotions.
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Navigator: |
(Genevieve singing is really out of this world, she’s definitely made some new fans.) (Now I’m concerned for Vice...)
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Bonacie: |
Now we have the girl trio, Kiss of the Manticore!
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Raphael: |
It’s Vice’s turn!
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Navigator: |
Finally! Oh, I’m getting nervous.
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Beryl: |
Me too!
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The screen flashes white.
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The Crowd: |
♪♩ ♫ ♬
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Crowd: |
Oh! Hooray, hooray, hooray!
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Navigator: |
(Wow, even Genevieve’s fans are cheering and clapping like crazy.)
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Raphael: |
Carleen! Little Vice! Little Smokey! You’re the best! Grab my hand and wave to them with me, Beryl!
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Beryl: |
Sure!
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Genevieve: |
...
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Navigator: |
(Hmm, when did she get here?)
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Genevieve: |
Not bad, though it was a duo before.
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Navigator: |
What? (She’s gone. Was she taunting? What did she mean by that?)
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Crowd: |
Kiss of the Manticore! Kiss of the Manticore! Kiss of the Manticore! Awesome, Kiss of the Manticore!
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Navigator: |
Everyone loves the performance. Even Beryl seems moved.
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Strange Judge A: |
Did you get all that on video?
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Minion: |
Yes, my L... Sir!
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Strange Judge B: |
That's a fun group.
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Bonacie: |
Kiss of the Manticore... Gets a perfect 10!
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