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| 1 | [b]Scene Title[/b]: Everything Changes | |
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| 3 | [b]Characters[/b]: Cetea T'Zumo, Naito Zivaku, and K1-R4 in terms of Interferences. Animus Subjects 16 (Clay Kaczemarek) and 17 (Desmond Miles) in terms of World Characters. | |
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| 5 | - | [b]Context (Situation)[/b]: On a trip to Space Paranoids, Naito and Cetea meet, followed by them using a small experiment with the Hand of Atropos and the Space Paranoids Portal. The result saves the life of a very strange Assassin in the year 2012. |
| 5 | + | [b]Context (Situation)[/b]: On a trip to Space Paranoids, Naito and Cetea meet, followed by them using a small experiment with the Hand of Atropos and the Space Paranoids Portal. The result saves the life of a very strange Assassin in the year 2012. |
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| 8 | [Cutscene script] | |
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| 10 | [Animus Island, in front of the gate into the Black Room] | |
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| 12 | Desmond: 16? | |
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| 14 | Clay (lying on the ground, as if sleeping, jerks up, head looking at him, as he speaks): [i]Desmond[/i], think about this. (sits up, looking at him, a little crazed, but calming a little as he motioned with his left hand, right holding him up in a sitting position) What if... I went with you? | |
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| 16 | Desmond (stepping closer hesitantly): With me? Where? | |
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| 18 | Clay (sits up, knees up, right arm draped over right knee, excited, still with his slightly crazed look): It [i]could[/i] work. Just for a while. Until I found a way out. Another [i]body[/i] maybe. Or... (lowers right leg and arm, left arm holding his head for a bit before draping over his left knee) I don't know. I just... (shaking a little, the crazy look coming back for a moment) I don't want to [i]be[/i] here anymore. (looks down, staring into space) | |
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| 20 | Desmond (stepping back nervously): That's... (nervous chuckle) That's... not going to happen. I'm sorry. | |
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| 22 | Clay: [i]No[/i]... (half-mad giggle) I guess I had my chance. (lies back on the ground again)And I wasted it. (rocks back and forth, and disappears in his customary flash of coding) |