Editing Dragon Quest IV Transcript (section)

==Mirror Dialogue==
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[Character] gazes into the mirror...

...to check underneath (his/her) eyes for bags.

...but it looks just like any old mirror.

...and notices that it has been polished to a beautiful sheen.

...to check that everything is in its proper place.

...and gets the uneasy feeling for a moment that (his/her) reflection is laughing at (him/her).

...and carefully puts (his/her) appearance in order.

...and sees a very tired reflection looking back at (him/her).

...and makes a funny face.

Nobody is watching...

...but (he/she) still ends up feeling a bit stupid.

...and ends up staring for so long that (his/her) eyes begin to hurt.

...and, looking at (his/her) reflection, is reminded of when Eliza used Morph to turn herself into the likeness of (him/her).

...and notices that (his/her) fringe is hanging over (his/her) eyes.

Looks like it's time for a haircut!

...and takes a long, hard look at his face.

He suddenly gets the feeling that there's not really any family resemblance between him and his parents.

...and carefully checks his face for pimples.

...and notices that his eyes are going red from lack of sleep.

...and notices that his eyebrows are different lengths!

...and sees a fresh-faced young man, bright with resolve, looking back at him.

...and carefully checks the state of her curls.

...and starts to gently massage her weary face.

...and stares into her eyes, trying to recall her mother's face. But, try as she might, she can't.

...and sees make-up lined up in front of it.

She starts thinking that maybe it would be nice to be able to make herself look pretty once in a while.

...and sees a fresh-faced young woman, bright with resolve, looking back at her.

Ragnar: Ach, it's no suprisin' the lassies dinnae come a runnin' wi' a face as dour as this!

Ragnar: Right, that's ma beard aw trimmed an' proper, let's get gaein'!

...and makes a very serious, stern face!

...and finds a scratch on the end of his nose.

Ragnar: Och no! Hoo'd I manage tae get scrabbed right on the end o' ma couter?

Ragnar: I'll have tae watch oot for maself a wee bit closer fae now on.

Ragnar: Well I've a certain lairdly air aboot ma person these days, even if I do say so maself.

Ragnar: But what I wouldnae give tae be a raw recruit once more.

Alena: It would be of enormous interest to for once try fighting my mirrored self.

Alena: Thusly could I gauge the true extension of my mettle.

Alena: It is often being said of me that I am in close resemblance of my dear extinct mother.

Alena: Was she truly possessing such a face as mine?

Alena: Hmph. I cannot make recollection of her, I shall never know.

Alena: Oh, for a mirror of excellent enough proportions to reflect the entirety of my person!

Alena: Such reflections could provide much data for the studying of combative means.

Alena: I am finding jewels and cosmetics and such trinkets obstructive to my combative wishes.

Alena: But Borya is always entreating me to make at smallest the effort of make-up application.

...and gives it her most winning smile.

Alena: In previous life, I would sometimes make such a face for the accompaniment of my father's kingly duties.

Alena: I find it very much tiresome to smile so for such extended times.

...and goes through a range of weird and wonderful facial expressions.

Kiryl: Manly face of Tsarevna's liking must of course be this one...

Kiryl: ...No! It must instead be this!

...and brushes the dust off his clothes.

Kiryl: One must make imperative care to put forward a pristine appearance when making perambulations with Tsarevna.

Kiryl: Yoy! How can a remnant of shaving make appearance in such a prominent position?

Kiryl: I must make haste to reshave!

Kiryl: It is surely as they say, that beauty opens the door, but only virtue makes entrance...

Kiryl: ...but one must enhance exhaustively one's door-opening handsomeness to make best chance of having entrance to Tsarevna.

Kiryl: Perhaps it would be expedient to periodically make adjustments to one's coiffe.

Kiryl: One's body is, after all, vessel of almighty Goddess, and to neglect such a vessel is to make blasphemy.

Borya: Ach, my hair has made further retreat to the back of my head.

Borya: This is certainly the work of Tsarevna's manufacturement of enormous stress for myself.

Borya: Oplya! Who can be this paragon of sagacity and grace who stares with such pulchritude from within the mirror?

Borya: Now I am coming to think, even within castle, I do not have strong memories of Tsarevna's preening and pouting before mirrors.

Borya: Perhaps to make Tsarevna increased in such ladylike activities should be attempted upon the settlement of our affairs.

...and then steps back to gaze at himself from afar.

Borya: It is as I feared: my age advances without cessation...

...and notices a smudge.

He carefully wipes it away.

...and plasters a twinkly-eyed grin across his face.<br>
Torneko: The secret o' sales success is always to be grinnin' fit to burst, so.

Torneko: "Tis a merchant's duty to put in as much practise as he can in front o' the ole lookin' glass.

Torneko: Jaypers, could ye not have told me I've crumbs in me bleedin' beard?

Torneko frantically wipes his chin.

Torneko: Well, well...

Torneko: The grain o' the wood there is of a fine ole quality, and the inlayin' is just superb...

Torneko: Aye, 'tis a quare piece of craftsmanship, so it is.

Torneko: I'll have to take ole Tessie back a decent-sized mirror one o' these days. She loves a good preen, so she does.

...and drifts off into a trance calculating how much profit he could make if he sold it in his very own shop.

...and sets about carefully arranging her hair.

Meena: Perhaps I too should be applying a little make-up...

Meena: O mirror, mirror, on the wall,<br>
which is the fairest path of all...?

But nothing appears in the mirror.

Meena: My sister and I are in appearance like two peas in a pod.

Meena: But one must never judge a book by its cover - we could not be more different on the inside.

Meena: Arey! A split end!<br>
This is just awful-awful!

Meena takes out a pair of scissors and cuts out the split end.

Maya: Ugh, freckles!<br>
This is just awful-awful!

Maya: It is so very difficult to take care of one's skin when travelling all the time.

Maya: Goodness! I never cease to be entirely surprised by my outstanding beauty!

Maya: I am tiring already of my current make-up.

Maya: Perhaps a new eyeshadow would enhance this particular ensemble...

Maya: My sister and I are indeed like two peas in a pod.

Maya: Were we to swap our clothes, no one would be any the wiser as to which of us was whom.

Maya: Arey! This is a new make of rouge!

Maya: I'm sure its owner won't mind if I borrow just a little...

Psaro: ...

It looks as if he is checking to see if there are any remaining signs of the effects of the Secret of Evolution.

Psaro: Hmph. It seems as if humans are cursed to spend the entirety of their pitiful existences preening and fawning over themselves.

...and pushes a stray lock of hair back behind his ear.

...and throws his head back in defiant laughter.

Psaro: Very good. I have made myself presentable, now let us continue.

Healie: (slurp) I can't wait to see what I look like when I get rid of this boring old face and become a gooman!

Healie: Apparently, I have a very gallant and gooracious face for a healslime, you know, Ragnar.

Healie: But I bet you can't tell one slime from another, can you?

...and rubs his hand over the top of his head.<br>
Healie: I'm practising brushing my hair for when I become a gooman. (slurp)

...and spins swiftly around several times.

It looks as if he's trying to get a look at his back side!

Healie: Why don't you wear that make-up goo too, Ragnar?

Healie: What? Make-up's only for lassies?<br>
What's a lassie?

Healie: Oh, I see. Well, you learn something new every day, don't you, eh? (slurp)

...and carefully checks his face for dirt.

Hank Hoffman Jr.: Ya gots to cut a swell, else folks ain't never gonna trust ya.

Hank Hoffman Jr.: I jes' cain't look in a mirror sometimes without I git a little spooked.

Hank Hoffman Jr.: I mean, is that varmint starin' back outta there really me?

Hank Hoffman Jr.: Well, it's been a mighty long time since I had a good ol' stare at maself in a mirror.

Hank Hoffman Jr.: I guess it's on account o' how I wasn't none too pleased with the fella used to stare back out at me.

Hank Hoffman Jr.: I been walkin' 'round lookin' sour as a sow's behind for too darned long.

Hank Hoffman Jr.: Seems I can't barely remember how to crack a smile.

...and notices that his hat is askew.<br>
He hurriedly straightens it up.

Tom Foolery: Ah, puts me in a reflective mood, so it does.

Tom Foolery: Hey, that was a good 'un.<br>
Don't you go lookin' glassy, now!

Tom Foolery: Did ye know yer ma can make anytin' laugh, even a mirror?

Tom Foolery: Ye see, every time she even looks at one...

Tom Foolery: ...IT CRACKS UP!<br>
Ahh, that's a beauty, that one!

Tom Foolery: Not to yer likin', eh?<br>
I'll try sometin' else next time.

Tom Foolery: Did I tell y'I fell headfirst into me lookin' glass the other day, an' it didn't even break?

Tom Foolery: Aye, 'twas a MIRRORcle, so it was.

Tom Foolery: Ah, come on now, have ye no sense o' humour?

...and drifts off trying to think of hilarious jokes.<br>
Unfortunately, it looks as if he can't come up with anything funny.

...and starts doing some vocal exercises.<br>
Tom Foolery: A comedian's voice is his livelihood, so. If I didn't do me practice, I'd be out o' work quicker than a cow wit' no udders.

Orifiela: The earth-dwellers gaze upon my countenance with such fixed attention, I fear that I must be blemished or sullied in some manner.

Orifiela: But verily, no detritus appears to be adhering to my person.

Orifiela: I do not understand...

Orifiela: This looking glass is larger than any I have heretofore encountered.

Orifiela: There are none of comparable size in Zenithia.

Orifiela: The realm of the earth-dwellers is truly a wondrous place.

Orifiela: You would know of the fashions that hold sway over the inhabitants of Zenithia?

Orifiela: I do not trouble myself with such trivialities. You must ask another.

Orifiela: What form wouldst the world within the mirror take, I wonder?

Orifiela: Would all within it appear in reverse?

Orifiela: Hero, I cannot escape the feeling that we are acquainted from some other place.

Orifiela: Alas, I cannot recall from whence.

Sparkie: Grrr? Grrroooooo!<br>
It looks as if he's trying to make friends with his reflection!

Sparkie: Gr-groo! Grrroooooo!<br>
It looks as if he's trying to talk to his reflection!

Sparkie: Grrrooooooooo!<br>
It looks as if he's decided that his reflection is a rival dragon!

Sparkie: Groo? Gr-grooo?<br>
It looks as if he's puzzled by the fact that his reflection is matching all his movements.

Sparkie: Gr-grooo grrrrooooo!<br>
It looks as if he's grooming himself.

...only to realise (he's/she's) looking into the wrong side!
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