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| This is a list of '''transcripts''' of [[Katawa Shoujo]] scenes.<ref>http://arrhythmical.dreamwidth.org/263.html (up to Things You Can Do.)</ref> | | {{Delete|This should be covered by categories}}<p style="line-height:21px;">[[File:White-papers-icon-145.jpg|thumb]]This is a list of '''transcripts''' of [[Katawa Shoujo]] scenes.<ref>http://arrhythmical.dreamwidth.org/263.html (up to Things You Can Do.)</ref></p> |
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| | style="text-align:center;" |What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | '''"[[Out Cold/Transcript|Out Cold]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;" |2What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| |What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | |'''"[[Bundle of Hisao/Transcript|Bundle of Hisao]]"''' |
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| = ☀What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. =
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| ! width="7%" style="background:#F76224; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" |<font color="white">'''Name''' </font>What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
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| | '''"[[Gateway Effect/Transcript|Gateway Effect]]"''' | | | '''"[[Gateway Effect/Transcript|Gateway Effect]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;" |What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| |What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | |'''"[[Enter Stage Left/Transcript|Enter Stage Left]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;" |What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.he fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | '''"[[In the Nursery/Transcript|In the Nursery]]"''' |
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| |'''"[[Nobody's Room/Transcript|Nobody's Room]]"'''What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | |'''"[[Nobody's Room/Transcript|Nobody's Room]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;" |What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | '''"[[Lunch Evolution Theory/Transcript|Lunch Evolution Theory]]"''' | | | '''"[[Lunch Evolution Theory/Transcript|Lunch Evolution Theory]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;" |What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | style="text-align:center;" |12 |
| | '''"[[Meet Cute/Transcript|Meet Cute]]"'''What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | '''"[[Meet Cute/Transcript|Meet Cute]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[A Private Lunch/Transcript|A Private Lunch]]"'''What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | '''"[[A Private Lunch/Transcript|A Private Lunch]]"''' |
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| |'''"[[The Running Girl/Transcript|The Running Girl]]"''' | | |'''"[[The Running Girl/Transcript|The Running Girl]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;" |What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | style="text-align:center;" |20 |
| | '''"[[Soap/Transcript|Soap]]"'''What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | '''"[[Soap/Transcript|Soap]]"''' |
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| |'''"[[Cold War/Transcript|Cold War]]"'''What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | |'''"[[Cold War/Transcript|Cold War]]"''' |
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| |What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | |'''"[[Paint by Numbers/Transcript|Paint by Numbers]]"''' |
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| | What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | '''"[[Home Field Advantage/Transcript|Home Field Advantage]]"''' |
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| |'''"[[Foot and Mouth/Transcript|Foot and Mouth]]"''' | | |'''"[[No Free Lunch/Transcript|No Free Lunch]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[Mind Your Step/Transcript|Mind Your Step]]"''' | | | '''"[[Foot and Mouth/Transcript|Foot and Mouth]]"''' |
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| |'''"[[No Free Lunch/Transcript|No Free Lunch]]"''' | | |'''"[[Mind Your Step/Transcript|Mind Your Step]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[Shanghaied/Transcript|Shanghaied]]"''' | | | '''"[[Support/Transcript|Support]]"''' |
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| |'''"[[Support/Transcript|Support]]"''' | | |'''"[[An Aesthetics/Transcript|An Aesthetics]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[Sip (Part 2)/Transcript|Sip (Part 2)]]"'''What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. | | | '''"[[Creative Pain/Transcript|Creative Pain]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[An Aesthetics/Transcript|An Aesthetics]]"''' | | | '''"[[Proper Exercise/Transcript|Proper Exercise]]"''' |
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| |'''"[[Creative Pain/Transcript|Creative Pain]]"''' | | |'''"[[Sip (Part 2)/Transcript|Sip (Part 2)]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[Proper Exercise/Transcript|Proper Exercise]]"''' | | | '''"[[Shanghaied/Transcript|Shanghaied]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[Don't Panic/Transcript|Don't Panic]]"''' | | | '''"[[Quiet/Transcript|Quiet]]"''' |
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| |'''"[[Promise of Time/Transcript|Promise of Time]]"''' | | |'''"[[Don't Panic/Transcript|Don't Panic]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[Nc5xb3/Transcript|Nc5xb3]]"''' | | | '''"[[Is Carnival!/Transcript|Is Carnival!]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[Clouds in my Head/Transcript|Clouds in my Head]]"''' | | | '''"[[Nc5xb3/Transcript|Nc5xb3]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[Is Carnival!/Transcript|Is Carnival!]]"''' | | | '''"[[Movement/Transcript|Movement]]"''' |
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| |'''"[[Throwing Balls/Transcript|Throwing Balls]]"''' | | |'''"[[Clouds in My Head/Transcript|Clouds in My Head]]"''' |
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| | | '''"[[Throwing Balls/Transcript|Throwing Balls]]"''' |
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| | '''"[[The Deep End/Transcript|The Deep End]]"''' | | | '''"[[The Deep End/Transcript|The Deep End]]"''' |
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| !width="1%" style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Emi''' </font> | | ! style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Emi</font> |
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| | | '''"[[Morning Run/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Morning Run</span>]]"''' |
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| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Clouds, Time Travel, and Thou/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Clouds, Time Travel, and Thou</span>]]"''' |
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| | | '''"[[Questions That Need Answering!/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Questions That Need Answering!</span>]]"''' |
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| | | '''"[[Second Time's the Worst/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Second Time's the Worst</span>]]"''' |
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| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[An Apple a Day/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">An Apple a Day</span>]]"''' |
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| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[Track Meeting/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Track Meeting</span>]]"''' |
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| | | '''"[[Down_That_Medicine_Now/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Down that Medicine Now</span>]]"''' |
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| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[Piracy on the High Seas/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Piracy on the High Seas</span>]]"''' |
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| | | '''"[[Famous Last Words/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Famous Last Words</span>]]"''' |
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| | | '''"[[Tracking Absences/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Tracking Absences</span>]]"''' |
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| | | '''"[[Dropping By/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Dropping By</span>]]"''' |
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| | | style="text-align:center;" |12 |
| | | '''"[[The First Morning After/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">The First Morning After</span>]]"''' |
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| | | style="text-align:center;" |13 |
| | | '''"[[The (Real) Beginning/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">The (Real) Beginning</span>]]"''' |
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| !width="1%" style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Hanako''' </font> | | ! style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Hanako</font> |
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| | '''"[[To Town, To Town|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">To Town, To Town</span>]]"''' | | | '''"[[To Town, To Town/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">To Town, To Town</span>]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;"|2 | | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | '''"[[Tea Leaves|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Tea Leaves</span>]]"''' | | | '''"[[Tea Leaves/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Tea Leaves</span>]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;"|3 | | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | '''"[[Office Confessional|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Office Confessional</span>]]"''' | | | '''"[[Office Confessional/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Office Confessional</span>]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;"|4 | | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | '''"[[Chess and Slides|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Chess and Slides</span>]]"''' | | | '''"[[Chess and Slides/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Chess and Slides</span>]]"''' |
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| | style="text-align:center;"|5 | | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | '''"[[Rise and Shine|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Rise and Shine</span>]]"''' | | | '''"[[Rise and Shine/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Rise and Shine</span>]]"''' |
| |- | | |- |
| | style="text-align:center;"|6 | | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | '''"[[Mad Hatter|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Mad Hatter</span>]]"''' | | | '''"[[Mad Hatter/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Mad Hatter</span>]]"''' |
| |- | | |- |
| | style="text-align:center;"|7 | | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | '''"[[Small Change|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Small Change</span>]]"''' | | | '''"[[Small Change/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Small Change</span>]]"''' |
| |- | | |- |
| | style="text-align:center;"|8 | | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | '''"[[Absenteeism|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Absenteeism</span>]]"''' | | | '''"[[Absenteeism/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Absenteeism</span>]]"''' |
| |- | | |- |
| | style="text-align:center;"|9 | | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | '''"[[Equivalent Exchange|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Equivalent Exchange</span>]]"''' | | | '''"[[Equivalent Exchange/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Equivalent Exchange</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#F9EAA0; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="width: 1%; background: rgb(243, 211, 63) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(170, 170, 170); text-align: center;" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#F9EAA0; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Lilly''' </font>
| | ! style="width: 7%; background: rgb(243, 211, 63) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(170, 170, 170); text-align: center;" |<font color="white">Lilly</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[Earl Grey/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Earl Grey</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[A Pound Sterling/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">A Pound Sterling</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Presents and Presence/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Presents and Presence</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Unidentified Drinking Object/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Unidentified Drinking Object</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[The Day After/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">The Day After</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[A Brief History of Thyme/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">A Brief History of Thyme</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[Little Wing/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Little Wing</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[Bon Voyage/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Bon Voyage</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Rin''' </font>
| | ! style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Rin</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[A Wider Field of Vision/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">A Wider Field of Vision</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Studies in Greyscale/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Studies in Grayscale</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Interstitial/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Interstitial</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Self Study/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Self Study</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Hisao's Smile/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Hisao's Smile</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[Things You Like/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Things You Like</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[Target Audience/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Target Audience</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[Eternity in an Hour/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Eternity in an Hour</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[Underwater and a Maple with a Name/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Underwater and a Maple with a Name</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Iwanako's Regret/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Iwanako's Regret</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |11 |
| | | '''"[[In Her Own Image/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">In Her Own Image</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |12 |
| | | '''"[[Umbrella Logic Cake/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Umbrella Logic Cake</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |13 |
| | | '''"[[Six Meters Closer to Heaven/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Six Meters Closer to Heaven</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |14 |
| | | '''"[[Indecision/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Indecision</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |15 |
| | | '''"[[Signal Interference/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Signal Interference</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |16 |
| | | '''"[[Dandelions/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Dandelions</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Shizune''' </font>
| | ! style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Shizune</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[Message Passing/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Message Passing</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Talk to the Hand/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Talk to the Hand</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Chinese Whispers/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Chinese Whispers</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Advanced Game Theory/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Advanced Game Theory</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Bread, Scissors, Paper/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Bread, Scissors, Paper</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[Interface/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Interface</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[Spring Into Action/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Spring Into Action</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[Past Imperfective/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Past Imperfective</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[When Stars Embrace/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">When Stars Embrace</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Emi''' </font>
| | ! style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Emi</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[Eet Ees... Scienca/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Eet Ees Scienca</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Definitions/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Definitions</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Invisible Rock/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Invisible Rock</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Lunch and Science/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Lunch and Science</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Up, Down, and Up Again/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Up, Down, and Up Again</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[Storage Space/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Storage Space</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[After-school Plans/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">After-School Plans</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[Detached/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Detached</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[Phantom Pain/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Phantom Pain</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Debate Expresses Doubt/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Debate Expresses Doubt</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |11 |
| | | '''"[[Guess Who's Coming... Never Mind/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Guess Who's Coming... Never Mind</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |12 |
| | | '''"[[Instant Replay/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Instant Replay</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Hanako''' </font>
| | ! style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Hanako</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[Invitation/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Invitation</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Shady Encounter/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Shady Encounter</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Antiques and Pie/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Antiques and Pie</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Falling/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Falling</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Treading Softly/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Treading Softly</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[Reaching Out/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Reaching Out</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[One More Year/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">One More Year</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[One Piece of Paper/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">One Piece of Paper</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[Stripes and Solids/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Stripes and Solids</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Beginning of the End/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Beginning of the End</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#F9EAA0; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="width: 1%; background: rgb(243, 211, 63) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(170, 170, 170); text-align: center;" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#F9EAA0; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Lilly''' </font>
| | ! style="width: 7%; background: rgb(243, 211, 63) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(170, 170, 170); text-align: center;" |<font color="white">Lilly</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[Day by Day/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Day by Day</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Minor Discord/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Minor Discord</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Dissonance/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Dissonance</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[A World Away/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">A World Away</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Renewal/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Renewal</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[Northern Sojourn/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Northern Sojourn</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[Prelude/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Prelude</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[Crescendo/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Crescendo</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[Diminuendo/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Diminuendo</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Gray Outlook/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Gray Outlook</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |11 |
| | | '''"[[Rhapsody in Blue/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Rhapsody in Blue</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Rin''' </font> | | ! style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Rin</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[22nd Corner/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">22<sup>nd</sup> Corner</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[The Scent of Light/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">The Scent of Light</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Things You Can't Give Up/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Things You Can't Give Up</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Rose-Tinted Glasses/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Rose-Tinted Glasses</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[BADAAN!/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">BADAAN!</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[The Edge of the World/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">The Edge of the World</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[The Context of Rin/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">The Context of Rin</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[Fast Forward/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Fast Forward</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[Self-Destruction/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Self Destruction</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Reverse Escapism/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Reverse Escapism</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |11 |
| | | <b data-rte-washtml="1">"[[Boundless/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Boundless</span>]]" </b> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |12 |
| | | '''"[[Delirium/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Delirium</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |13 |
| | | '''"[[Things You Hate/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Things You Hate</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |14 |
| | | '''"[[Shards of Ire/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Shards of Ire</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Shizune''' </font>
| | ! style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Shizune</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[Force Feedback/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Force Feedback</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[United Nations/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">United Nations</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Use-Mention Distinction/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Use-Mention Distinction</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Family Plot/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Family Plot</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Pangrammatic Window/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Pangrammatic Window</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[Closer/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Closer</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[Confrontation/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Confrontation</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[The Anchor/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">The Anchor</span>]]"''' |
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| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[Roadmap/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Roadmap</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Acute Triangle/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Acute Triangle</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |11 |
| | | '''"[[Dewey Decimated/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Dewey Decimated</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |12 |
| | | '''"[[Tongue-Tied/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Tongue-Tied</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |13 |
| | | '''"[[Look Aside/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Look Aside</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |14 |
| | | '''"[[Look Ahead/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Look Ahead</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Emi''' </font>
| | ! style="background:#FF8D7C; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Emi</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[A Swing and a Miss/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">A Swing and a Miss</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Saving Throw/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Saving Throw</span>]]"''' |
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| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Whispers of the Past/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Whispers of the Past</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Hooray for Socks/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Hooray for Socks</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Clean Teeth/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#FF8D7C">Clean Teeth</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Hanako''' </font>
| | ! style="background:#897CBF; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Hanako</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[Truancy/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Truancy</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Faraway Presence/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Faraway Presence</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Continuing Melody/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Continuing Melody</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Cut Petals/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Cut Petals</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Misstep/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Misstep</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[Shanghai Studiousness/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Shanghai Studiousness</span>]]"''' |
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| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[His Past/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">His Past</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[City Rendezvous/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">City Rendezvous</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[Whispered Touch/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Whispered Touch</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Indeterminate Future/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Indeterminate Future</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |11 |
| | | '''"[[Adulthood/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#897CBF">Adulthood</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#F9EAA0; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="width: 1%; background: rgb(243, 211, 63) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(170, 170, 170); text-align: center;" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#F9EAA0; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Lilly''' </font>
| | ! style="width: 7%; background: rgb(243, 211, 63) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(170, 170, 170); text-align: center;" |<font color="white">Lilly</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[The Momentary Present/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">The Momentary Present</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Slow Steps 'Fore a Waltz/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Slow Steps 'Fore a Waltz</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Pajamas and Suits/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Pajamas and Suits</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Correct Procedure/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Correct Procedure</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Out and About/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Out and About</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[A Morning's Reverie/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">A Morning's Reverie</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[Blackout/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Blackout</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[Context/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Context</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[A Faraway Future/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">A Faraway Future</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Farewell/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Farewell!</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |11 |
| | | '''"[[False Cadence/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">False Cadence</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |12 |
| | | '''"[[Under a Maudlin Sky/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Under a Maudlin Sky</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |13 |
| | | '''"[[Under a Bright Sky/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Under a Bright Sky</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |14 |
| | | '''"[[Forwards, with Gusto!/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#8F7709">Forwards, with Gusto!</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Rin''' </font>
| | ! style="background:#B14343; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Rin</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[Illusions for People/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Illusions for People</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Demused/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Demused</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[The Scene/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">The Scene</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Wavelength/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Wavelength</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Blue Period/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Blue Period</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[The World Only You Can See/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">The World Only You Can See</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[Desperate Glory/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Desperate Glory</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[Problems of Self-Referential Logic/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Problems of Self-Referential Logic</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[Measuring Shadows/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Measuring Shadows</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Raison d'Etre/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Raison d'être</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |11 |
| | | '''"[[Without Breathing, Without a Sound/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Without Breathing, Without a Sound</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |12 |
| | | '''"[[Proof of Existence/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#B14343">Proof of Existence</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" | | {| class="wikitable sortable" id="sortable_table_id_0" style="font-size: 90%;" |
| !width="1%" style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">Scene</font> | | ! style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="1%" |<font color="white">Scene</font> |
| !width="7%" style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;"|<font color="white">'''Shizune''' </font>
| | ! style="background:#72adee; color:#AAAAAA; text-align:center;" width="7%" |<font color="white">Shizune</font> |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |1 |
| | | '''"[[Grand Strategy/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Grand Strategy</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |2 |
| | | '''"[[Off by One/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Off by One</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |3 |
| | | '''"[[Invasion/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Invasion</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |4 |
| | | '''"[[Parfait/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Parfait</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |5 |
| | | '''"[[Present Tense/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Present Tense</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |6 |
| | | '''"[[Spiral/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Spiral</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |7 |
| | | '''"[[Terminal/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Terminal</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |8 |
| | | '''"[[The Summit/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">The Summit</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |9 |
| | | '''"[[Succession/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Succession</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |10 |
| | | '''"[[Sneaking Mission/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Sneaking Mission</span>]]"''' |
| | |- |
| | | style="text-align:center;" |11 |
| | | '''"[[Infinity/Transcript|<span style="font-weight: bold; color:#72adee">Infinity</span>]]"''' |
| |} | | |} |
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| | ==Sources== |
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