User:Lea Cromwell

A Brief Introduction
''Hello. My name is Lea Cromwell, pleasure to make your acquaintance.''

''I love the Dishonored universe and game and enjoy speculation and, to a small scale, fannon creation. I try to be respectful and intelligent - please inform me if I am not! I'm not one really to be outright on the forefront of editing or content producing - I don't have that kind of authority mind - but I will gladly and eagerly retrieve evidence to pass along to others.''

Description:
Lea Cromwell is a wealthy aristocrat who happens to be a dedicated scholar of history. She is rumored to be a practitioner of black magic. Others whisper that she consorts with the unsavory, the poor, and that she has contacts among assassins and gang members alike. Certainly she is outgoing but secretive.

Quotes dump. Warning: Spoilers ahead
(This is where I'll be dumping all the quotes and dialogues I'm currently transcribing. I guess that'll be my niche. I don't know how or where to put these, but I want them to be available to others to use. All of these will be in low chaos only. I'll include additional circumstances and locations with quotes.)

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Abandoned warehouse, just past the factory mechanisms:

Female survivor: After dispersing the rats:
 * Is someone around? Help me!
 * Find a way to keep these rats off me so that I can get out.
 * Take care of the rats, please!

After dispersing the rats, if the player breaks the boards across the front doorway:
 * You shouldn't do that.

Northside Bridgeway
Directly beyond the first archway - must go through the archway to hear If you jump into the Wall of Light pen with the survivors: After removing whale oil tank and allowing the two survivors to escape: Front Porch of Sokolov's house, a Watch Officer and an Overseer talk: Inside Sokolov's house, a conversation between the guard among the art and the officer in the main room. Sokolov's rooftop lab
 * Officer: You've got that look about you, Greyson. You haven't been /thinking/ again, have you?
 * Guard: No no no, sir. N-not thinking. I was just wonderin'. If Sokolov is testing exiliers on people to cure the plague, why is it he always asks for healthy citizens? I mean, if you follow my meaning, sir.
 * Officer: You have no mind for Natural Philosophy. Obviously it's because the ones already sick with plague don't live long enough to provide Sokolov with any useful information.
 * Guard: It's just a shame is all. Like that woman the other day. She was easy to look at. Seemed nice enough. Shame she has to die, I mean, and so horrible like too.
 * Officer: Now you listen to me. It's none of our concern the how or why of things. And if you want your exlier rations then I suggest you stop your wondering. These are pigs! Pigs for Sokolov's experiments. And pigs mean nothing to me, understand
 * Guard: Right, right. I mean, why worry about a couple of disgusting, smelling pigs, y'know? All pigs get slaughtered sooner or later. Better if I wonder about those sounds we heard from the warehouse, right? I mean, *laughs nervously*, what was that all about?
 * Officer: That's better. You'll go far, Greyson.
 * Male Survivor: Did you hear that? Did you hear what those guards were saying?
 * Female survivor: Keep your voice down. I heard. But what am I supposed to do about it?
 * Male survivor: Don't you get it? We're gonna die. That madman Sokolov is going to do something terrible to us. We have to get out.
 * Female survivor: Ssh! They'll hear you! If you have a plan then I'm happy to hear it. Otherwise you're just drawing attention to us.
 * Male survivor: Are you out of your bloody mind?
 * Female survivor: I don't know who you are or why you did this for me, but listen. Nearby there's a partially collapsed building. On what used to be the third floor, you'll see a painting. I used to work there. Behind the painting there's a safe, and the code is two nine four.
 * Officer: I'm not asking to know what's going on up there, I was just asking if you heard the screams too.
 * Overseer: Of course I heard them. I would be more worried if there were no screams
 * Guard: What's that, a riddle? A word game? Okay, so, why would no screams worry you more?
 * Overseer: Because it is our job to look after Sokolov, and make absolutely sure he continues his work. The screams are evidence his work continues, thus, the screams are evidence I have done my job.
 * Officer: We. The screams are evidence we have done our job.
 * Overseer: You know Guardsman, I don't care for you very much.
 * Guard: I don't know about you, but him and all his strange things creep me out.
 * Officer: Well without Sokolov and his strange things you would probably be dead by now.
 * Guard: Can't one of our own doctors make a cure? Why does it have to be a filthy foreigner like Sokolov?
 * Officer: Don't hesitate to go upstairs and ask the madman himself.
 * Guard: And loose my daily elixir ration? I'm not that stupid.
 * Officer: If you say so.
 * Overseer: You two! Stop chatting and wandering around! Go back to work!

Upon entering, Sokolov and Subject 312: Upon talking to Sokolov: Upon unlocking Subject 312: Upon delivering Sokolov to Samuel:
 * Sokolov: [finishing up the audiograph] I now turn my hopes and energies to Formula 25, which in conjunction with a high heat therapy, which came to me most vividly in a dream last night, has great potential according to the latest celestial alignment.
 * Subject 312: Please sir, please let me go.
 * Sokolov: Huh, awake I see. How are are feeling?
 * Subject 312: Much... much worse. Do I have the plague? Please sir, I don't wanna die.
 * Sokolov: Hush now, no one's going to die. You are much improved, number 312. The formula I administered to you is working exactly as it should! I cannot let you go yet because I have not finished with my study. But tomorrow will make all the difference.
 * Subject 312: Really? You'll release me tomorrow? I'm not gonna die?
 * Sokolov: Yes. Tomorrow I will have the guards remove you from this cell. Late morning, perhaps.
 * Subject 312: But the pain! Can't you give me something for the pain?
 * Sokolov: I do have many pain remedies, yes, but alas I cannot give you any. They could interfere with my research. You should thank me. Soon we will have a cure for this terrible disease. Thanks to all my hard work and dedication.
 * Subject 312: Yes. Thank you sir. Thank you, thank you.
 * 1) What? How did you get past all the guards? Your tattoo is quite unusual. It is reminiscent of markings I've studied on cave walls far from the city. Who sent you? Piero? That jealous fool. There's no need to be his lap hound. You and I can come to an agreement. One I am sure will please you more than anything Piero dreamed up. Who are you? What is it you want? Money? Elixier against the plague? I don't know how you got past all the defenses but I think I can assume if you wanted me dead, well, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Everything within my power to give you is yours, if you'll just let me go? I can see you are an intelligent man, so you understand there will be repurcussions if you should harm me. I am the Royal Physcian, Head of the Academy of Natural Philosophy - stay back! Have you no heart? Please!
 * 2) I can't say I'm surprised. I knew someone would come eventually. But you're not what I expected. There's no need for violence. We can be great friends, you and I. Will you join me for a drink, sit, and talk awhile. Come, we'll discuss your future. Money. Women! Whatever you want! There is much to learn from the stars from those fluent in their tongue. I could consult my astronomical charts. Is there no reasoning with you?
 * 3) [Or just if you walk around the lab] Before you do anything rash I think we can come to an agreement. Whatever they are paying you I can double it. Triple it! No? Well, money is not the only thing I have in abundance. Perhaps there are other rewards you seek. I see you are a determined man. Is there nothing I can offer you. Sir?
 * Thank you. Whoever you are. He kept me in a cage. Like an animal. The pain is horrible right now. So I'll just hide in a corner and leave when I'm feeling better.
 * 1) I don't have anything to take!
 * 2) Oh please no more!
 * 3) Leave me be!
 * Samuel: The Royal Physician himself. You made a neat job of it. Drop 'im here and we'll be off.

The Hound Pits Pub
Returning to the Hound Pits: Havelock: Upon entering the pub building: Martin: Piero: Cecelia Samuel: Lydia
 * Samuel: They set up a cell for Sokolov in the old kennel. Shackles and everything. It'll be a shock, him waking up in the straw and old dog poop. From what I hear he's woken up worse places. Guess we all have at that.
 * Havelock: Well done, Corvo. Well done. I doubt a dozen soldiers could have done it better. Sokolov's knowledge will allow us to strike at the Lord Regent directly, and ultimately help you get your life back. Soon, we won't have to hide on the shadows. The Royal Physcian is brilliant, but he was a fool to help protect the Lord Regent. Sokolov gave us the exlier. The war machines. He could have made us a great nation. You have my thanks, sir. If you wish to get some sleep, now is a good time.
 * 1) Don't worry. We won't start the interrogation without you
 * 2) Give me a length of rope and a bucket of seawater. That's all I need to break a man.
 * 3) The Royal Physician has  subtle mind. He may attempt to trick us.
 * 4) He's only a natural philosopher. How tough could he be?
 * 5) Good work, Corvo. Get some rest and we'll take a crack at him tomorrow.
 * The Royal Physcian is badly shaken up. I'll have the servants see to his new quarters. Take a nights rest, and then you can help interrogate him
 * 1) Where do I find a good meal around here? If you think prison food is bad you should see what the Abbey serves its captives. I think the Overseers make it themselves.
 * 2) I wonder what Piero thinks of our guest.
 * 3) I still wake up thinking I'm in the stocks.
 * 4) The nursemaid Callista is quite fetching, mm? Or maybe I've been in prison too long.
 * 5) I'll sleep like the dead tonight.
 * 1) Normally, I'm a naturally philosopher, but today, consider me a humble craftsman here to serve.
 * I'm working on a new Arc Pylon. It will perform absolutely stunning acts of destruction, I expect.
 * Now that we have Sokolov as a guest, ask him how he deluded the Academy into making him Royal Physician. Ask him how he stole my exlier formula. Will you do that for me?
 * 1) Corvo? Can I tell you something? I've a secret retreat nearby that may come in handy if the city watch ever kicks in the doors. It's an abandoned apartment across the street from the bar. I don't think anyone else here knows about it, but I'm guessing I can trust you. The key is stashed under my bunk upstairs. If there's ever trouble, you can go there for safety. I know I will.
 * 2) Yes Mister Corvo. I'll make sure your quarters are clean sir.
 * 3) So much dust. It must blow down from the upper city.
 * 4) They let that Emily run wild. It's not how I'd do it, if you don't mind my saying.
 * 5) Restless hands do no good they say.
 * 1) I hope they don't have to hurt him. He's done some good in his time, made that elixer against the plague, he did.
 * 2) Clever man, Sokolov. Look what it led him to.
 * 1) La de da etc
 * Ah, how do you do, sir? Ah, I apologise for my state. I could use a long soak in the bath. So relaxing. What a treat that would be, hm?
 * 1) You're a bold one, Master Corvo, snatching the Royal Physician like that.
 * 2) That poor man. I hope you won't be too rough with him.