Ashveil/Dialogue

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Visitor Verification

After completing Trailblaze Mission Real Holy Laughter!, Ashveil will periodically appear in the Astral Express' Parlor Car or Party Car.

As temperamental as Planarcadia can be...

(Idle quote): Ashveil: The gaze from the stars...

(Initial interaction)

▶ Ashveil: As temperamental as Planarcadia can be, the stars in the cosmos are as they've always been, faithful beacons of the universe... It feels just like yesterday.

Do you miss the old days?

▶ Ashveil: I do. I wish there were a little less change, and time could pass a little slower.

Welcome aboard, Detective.

▶ Ashveil: How did that one story go again? Those who die will eventually become the constellations high above. That's how the great cosmos came to be.

▶ Ashveil: If that's really true, then... I suppose my old friends must be blinking back at me right in this moment.

▶ Ashveil: Thanks for the invitation. Being here gives me the chance to experience what it's like to soar through the cosmos like the Nameless.

I hope you'll visit more in the future.

I want to know your story.

▶ Ashveil: Not to brag, but I don't think even a whole Amber Era would be enough time for that.

▶ Ashveil: I'll be sure to annoy you often. Opportunities like this come only a handful in a lifetime.

(Obtain Stellar Jade ×10)

(Subsequent interactions): ▶ Ashveil: I'll be sure to annoy you often. Opportunities like this come only a handful in a lifetime.

I didn't think...

(Idle quote): Ashveil: Such meticulous methods...

(Initial interaction)

▶ Ashveil: I didn't think there were such meticulous methods involved...

Think what now?

What methods?

▶ Ashveil: Oh, I just had a deep dive with Conductor Pom-Pom about the ways to feed different individuals.

▶ Ashveil: In their words, the golden rule is to cater to their preferences.

▶ Ashveil: For example, Miss March has a sweet tooth, so the Express makes regular purchases of local desserts from different worlds. Mr. Dan Heng is especially concerned about water sources, so providing clean, refreshing water becomes crucial...

▶ Ashveil: I mean, just look at you all. Every one of you is thriving under Pom-Pom's care! If only I were that professional!

Something feels amiss here...

Pom-Pom feeds us well, indeed!

▶ Ashveil: But going back to catering to preferences... Well, knowing Mister N, it's not like I can just toss them a banana made of solid gold!

▶ Ashveil: Got any suggestions?

Unlimited supply of fruits and snacks.

▶ Ashveil: Oof, that's a tricky one. I once stocked up on six million credits' worth of fruits and ended up with a report from my neighbors over hygiene concerns.

▶ Ashveil: I should really develop more Xianzhou connections. They have the largest variety of fruits there.

Let Mister N out for more walks.

▶ Ashveil: That might just work. He's got great self-discipline, so he'll be fine taking a stroll alone.

Less work, more play.

▶ Ashveil: Problem is, he's got too much self-discipline. "The Detective Agency wouldn't last a day without me!" His words, not mine.

▶ Ashveil: There's gotta be some other way... I heard Pom-Pom has a big wardrobe. Maybe I should get something stylish for Mister N, too?

(Subsequent interactions): ▶ Ashveil: There's gotta be some other way... I heard Pom-Pom has a big wardrobe. Maybe I should get something stylish for Mister N, too?

Getting sleepy again.

(Idle quote): Ashveil: Getting drowsy... there [sic] a place to nap around here?...

(Initial interaction)

▶ Ashveil: Getting sleepy again.

▶ Ashveil: The Express has it all, except a place for me to rest in peace...

That sounds off...

We do have spare rooms available.

▶ Ashveil: I'm just kidding, friend.

▶ Ashveil: But my sleeping habits require a place with top-notch cooling and perfect soundproofing. Somewhere I can fall asleep like a baby...

You can take the Express's refrigerator.

▶ Ashveil: Pom-Pom gave me a tour. It's stuffed with drinks and snacks.

How about some coffee?

▶ Ashveil: Miss Himeko's blend? No wonder you all have energy for days.

▶ Ashveil: I also tried slowing the flow of time on myself through breathing meditation and memetic hypnosis. The mortal life is short, and I still got a long list of to-dos.

▶ Ashveil: But refrigerators remain the most cost-effective option. Low-temperature sleeping is the one true way to slow down your metabolism.

▶ Ashveil: You think I'm pulling your leg? You know, someone else told me that once you reach maximum speed in the universe, you effectively catch up with time and actually age more slowly...

▶ Ashveil: So... care to override the safety on the Express?

(Subsequent interactions): ▶ Ashveil: Once you reach maximum speed in the universe, you effectively catch up with time and actually age more slowly...; ▶ Ashveil: So... care to override the safety on the Express?

At this moment...

(Idle quote): Ashveil: There is always only one truth...

(Initial interaction)

"Narrator": At this moment, suspicion clouds the detective's heart...

"Narrator": Who? Who is responsible for the blood-painted floors and the brutal carnage?

Ashveil: The situation is dire. Pom-Pom cleaned the blood stains on the floor in a hurry, and denied requests from the rest of the Nameless to inspect the scene...

Ashveil: The bloody handprint seemed to match Mr. Yang's size and form.

Murder on the Astral Express?

Ashveil: I hate to say it, but this is the perfect location for a crime.

How's Mr. Yang doing?

Ashveil: I saw it, blood dripping from this spot, trailing all the way to his room.

Pom-Pom... did it?

Ashveil: That is a possibility.

Ashveil: Desecrating the Express with blood right under our noses... Mister N and I will bring the murderer to justice!

"Narrator": The detective's bold declaration is rooted in his absolute confidence in evidence and deduction! Look closely: The bloodstains are centered around this location, suggesting that this must be the primary crime scene. Unfortunately, there are no eyewitnesses, but that also proves the murderer's familiarity with the Express!

Ashveil: Based on my experience and keen deductive senses, I am certain that the murderer is right here on the Express!

The doors are locked. Could the suspect be under the Express?

But why does this blood... smell kinda nice?

Maybe Aha did this?

Ashveil: We can't rule out the possibility... Wait... Wait, wait, wait! Where did that smell come from...?

Ashveil: Huh. THere are tiny glass shards on the ground, and signs of someone falling...

"Narrator": Then, as if struck by a lightning bolt of insight, a eureka of divine clarity, our detective finally grasps the truth...

Ashveil: It's red wine that has been spilled!

Ashveil: Reeeed wiiiiine.

"Narrator": ...

(Subsequent interactions): Ashveil: Reeeed wiiiiine.; "Narrator": ...

The Phantasmoon Games are in full swing...

(Idle quote): Ashveil: Who should I bet on...?

(Initial interaction)

▶ Ashveil: The Phantasmoon Games are in full swing. Want to try to win big with a bet?

▶ Ashveil: I've studied all kinds of competitions over the years, and my greatest advice for you is...

▶ Ashveil: Don't ever put all your bananas in the same fridge.

It's all or nothing now!

▶ Ashveil: That type of betting only works for the reckless and ridiculously lucky.

I'm no gambler.

▶ Ashveil: That's more like it. Nine times out of ten, gamblers lose.

▶ Ashveil: I got hooked on horse racing for a time, chasing a better life.

▶ Ashveil: The horse's gait, the jockey's handling, the pre-race positioning... it all followed discernible patterns.

▶ Ashveil: In summary, it's all about observation, analysis, and deduction. The same method applies to all other competition analysis.

▶ Ashveil: Such as the Phantasmoon Games...

I'm the main character, go all-in on me.

Who are you betting on?

▶ Ashveil: I'll give you this one for free: Never reveal your bets to anyone before the results come out.

▶ Ashveil: But, I'm always here if you fancy going over the odds.

(Obtain Stellar Jade ×10)

(Subsequent interactions): ▶ Ashveil: I'll give you this one for free: Never reveal your bets to anyone before the results come out.; ▶ Ashveil: But, I'm always here if you fancy going over the odds.

Open-World

After completing Transcription missing, Ashveil will appear in Dovebrook District:

Looks like this map doesn't have a page yet.

After completing Trailblaze Mission Non-Existent State, Ashveil will no longer appear in Dovebrook District.

Voice Lines

(Version 1)

▶ "Transcription missing"

(Version 2)

▶ "Transcription missing"

Dialogue

(Initial interaction)

Ashveil: Well, well, a customer here at the agency. That's a rare sight. Oh, it's you...

Ashveil: Let me introduce myself. My name's Ashveil. As you can see, I'm a detective who takes on all kinds of requests.

Ashveil: A bigwig from the Astral Express came all this way to visit... Don't tell me you've got some high-paying assignment for me?

Just happened to pass by.

Ashveil: Haha, no news is good news. Anyway, welcome to the Ashen Detective Agency. Whether you've got an assignment for me or not, as least... well, you seem to be in good spirits.

Assignments... How about you chat with me for a bit?

Ashveil: Do I get paid per sentence for this kind of gig?

Ashveil: Just kidding, consulting's part of a detective's job too.

(Continues to regular dialogue options)

(Subsequent interactions)

Ashveil: When are we gonna get enough cases... At this rate, I won't even be able to cover this month's electric bill for the fridge.

Wanted to ask you about something.

Ashveil: Got any questions? Fire away.

You live in the office?

Ashveil: Yup. Otherwise, how would customers find this storage room tucked away on the second floor of a newspaper office? What's more, they might run into cunning furbos looking to swindle them along the way.

Ashveil: If I don't stay here and keep watch, when they show up and see cardboard boxes stacked all over the place, toppled cabinets and refrigerators... they'll probably think this is a nest for the magazine publisher's pets, not a detective agency...

Didn't you consider this before picking the location?

Ashveil: As a detective, I naturally possess a sharp mind and meticulous consideration. You might think I'm doing the opposite, but there's only one reason I chose this place...

How do you plan to solve this problem?

Ashveil: Solve it? Why would I solve it? Finding a problem and fixing a problem are two completely different things.

Ashveil: For example, a detective's job might include investigating and tracking down suspects, but it definitely doesn't include directly taking out the culprit. That's a different price tag. The reason for not changing addresses is simple...

Ashveil: I'm broke, (mister/miss). This is a single-choice question. Elementary.

Ashveil: After covering the refrigerator's electric bill, food and clothing expenses, and the cost of some fresh banana... all I could afford was this cramped space in a corner of a forgotten newspaper firm.

And this person beside you is...

Ashveil: Mister N is my assistant.

"Narrator": The detective's voice was as deep as ever, yet carried a firm resolve. A peculiar emotion welled up within him, he couldn't let others mistake his traveling companion for a pet.

Ashveil: Yeah, as you can see, it's my "Narrator."

"Narrator": It's all to prove the importance of his companion, and to protect his assistant's self-esteem. And of course, possibly because his mouth moves faster than his brain, the detective opted for an ambiguous answer.

Ashveil: Mister N, you're in a pretty good mood today.

Have you two known each other long?

You two seem to get along very well.

Ashveil: Mm. I gotta say, time's made us totally in sync. He really gets me.

"Narrator": "Really gets me" means I'm the one who can actually wake him up in the morning when he's dead to the world. Back when the "Poet" and the "Musician" visited Planarcadia, they never managed to get him out of bed. Now, those two are retired and living it up in some other star system.

"Narrator": Mr. Ashveil always says he envies my way with words, but truth is, I learned from both of them. And also...

Ashveil: Hey, hey, Mister N, you're beiing awfully chatty today.

"Narrator": The detective's eyes narrowed, a flash of wariness flickering through his mind... Okay fine, sorry. My bad for being in such a good mood today.

Ashveil: Anyway, you can totally trust me and Mister N's professionalism.

What do you do for work, sir?

Ashveil: For you to ask that... Do you think being a detective is just some kind of cover?

Ashveil: I know what you're thinking: before becoming a detective, I must've been a Sage born in the "frozen land," or a seemingly normal person who's actually a meticulous psychotic killer, or at the very least, some average Joe who signed a contract with the devil... Oh, almost forgot one, a prince of revenge lying low after his family had been wiped out...

"Narrator": He's none of those.

Ashveil: But I've got a pretty diverse resume: card-in-transit officer for banks, bouncer at a Phantasmoon Games venus, maintenance guys for commercial buildings, I've even taken on assignments from nursing home residents to care for them like their children... I've done it all.

"Narrator": A faint melancholy slowly creeps across the man's face. The awkwardness of facing time's relentless blade, a glance back at his youth long gone. He used to juggle five jobs a day. Now, he can barely bring himself to move "three steps to stuff himself into a refrigerator."

(After completing Trailblaze Mission Real Holy Laughter!)

Now I see you're not one to show your hand easily...

Ashveil: Oh, yes... that's the reaction.

Ashveil: Plenty of clients have sung similar praises after witnessing my detective skills in action. I'll gladly accept your admiration as well.

Hello, leader of the Galaxy Rangers.

Ashveil: ...

Ashveil: Shh, a Ranger's past is their own. Keep shouting that name, though, and my rates are going up. After all, compared to "Ashen Detective," this title doesn't exactly lend itself to discounts. It might attract certain troublesome repeat customers.

"Narrator": Truth is, we all know deep down that title's like a sun-bleached bounty poster peeling off a wall. Even if you cashed it in now, you wouldn't get more than a handful of credits.

Ashveil: Anyway, these old bones can't take much of a beating anymore. I prefer waiting for trouble to come knocking at my door these days. That way, at least it saves me a few pair of shoes.

Ashveil: Here, I'm merely a detective, nothing more. Just call me Ashveil. This name feels like it'd bring good luck.

La Mancha, if I call your name, dare you respond?

Ashveil: ...

"Narrator": Three seconds have passed. The ball is in his court. The detective rubs the spot between his eyebrows, seeming struck by some ancient migraine, but really just kicking himself for not having a snappy comeback ready to fire back.

"Narrator": He realizes that apart from Detective Deduction 101, he also needs to study up on The Fine Art of Small Talk.

Ashveil: Well, it's just a name. It won't bite.

Ashveil: You never know who's listening. The price that comes with using that name is one you might not want to pay, and one I might not want to collect. So why don't we just keep things simple?

Ashveil: Here, I'm merely a detective, nothing more. Just call me Ashveil. This name feels like it'd bring good luck.

Business is looking pretty slow, huh...

Ashveil: You caught that? Sharp eye.

Ashveil: We tried advertising too, but full-page spreads in the papers were way out of our budget, so we settled for the cheapest option: the "Daily Humor" section. And of course... people thought it was a joke...

"Narrator": The detective was secretly thrilled. After racking his brain for days trying to come up with a trendy pun, he'd finally gotten the chance to use it.

Ashveil: He also had his eye on that magazine publisher outside. Mister N snuck in while they were printing a new issue and swapped out the back cover photo with one of the agency's. It was supposed to be a masterstroke...

Ashveil: Turns out those furbos are sharper than you'd think. To save some money, they didn't even care about losing face... They ditched the front and back covers, skipped the binding, and just handed out loose pages... How's that different from handing out flyers?

Hey there, I'm the magazine publisher's new boss.

Ashveil: Hey there, boss.

"Narrator": Hey there, boss.

"Narrator": Intelligence services, searching for missing persons, deduction courses: check out the rising star, "Ashen Detective Agency." If none of the above fit your needs, he'll do whatever you want.

Ashveil: Yeah. Wait, no.

Maybe you could give live streaming a shot.

Ashveil: Tried it. Unfortunately, the agency's aesthetics aren't exactly eye-catching, and while my own looks are barely passable, the internet's crawling with all sorts of wild characters and bizarre content. Compared to them, my livestreams were just too bland. Though Mister N tried to comfort me, saying I just hadn't found the right niche yet.

"Narrator": Making faces at monkeys, all-nighter challenges, immersive sleep experiences... Mr. Ashveil, I regret to inform you that in today's world, content is king.

Ashveil: Alright. I really should get off my butt and keep up with the youngsters.

"Narrator": The early wolf gets the meat, and opportunity's knocking on your door right now. Mr. Ashveil, we gotta step up our game. Start with hitting the hay early and rising with the sun.