>>17972379The Gallade tries--and boy does he try--to behave like a good NPC should and hold a respectable, comprehendable conversation with you, but everytime he does, his gag reflex kicks in and he ends up choking before spilling out various disgusting fluids all over the floor. Never mind the fact that he carries around a copy of his hierarchy either.
"I'M ALRIGHT. I'M ALRIGHT. DOTH NO NEED FOR PANI--BLAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
He coughs up blood and proceeds to regurgitate oatmeal all over the wooden floor, joining the mixture of blood, bile, milk, and wet paper on the ground. At first, you try to talk through this to get straight to the point, but it becomes clear very quickly that there won't be any kind of a confrontation with this guy until he sobers up.
"'TIS NOT SOMETHINK STEMMIN' FROM--BLAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHHH--DRUNKENNESS. THIS IS NATUR-AAAAARRRGGGGHHHH--RARE. BODY CONDITIO-BLARRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!"
In just less than ten seconds he adds water, orange juice, and decaf coffee to the mix.
In that same interval, you hear the click of a camera to your side. Turning, you see Anina taking pictures of the mayor at the lowest point.
"Anina, why are you taking pictures of him?"
The Hex Maniac snatches a hot, developing photo from her camera, "Bl-Blackmail of course, i-it was one of the few things I learned in the g-guild! I-I bet you--uh--um, I-I bet you a ton of money that few people have seen this guy i-in such a pathetic position, n-now we can f-force him to do our b-bidding!"
As expected from his world of old-timey fuck yous and ruses, Gallade jerks up in Anina's direction after vomiting popcorn balls out, "P-PLEASE DON-BLAAAAAAARRRRRRRGHH-IF THE TOWNSPEOPELE F-FOUND OUT I HAVE A MEDICAL COND-BLAAAARRRRGGGGHHH--COULD RUIN ME! R-U-I-N, THAT SPELLS--BLAAARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH!"
>Threaten to release these photos unless Gallade...A) tells you more about the Herbicicide and what it is.
B) tells you why everyone is so witch-racist.
C) tells you how to go underground
