NOTE: If something in parenthesis is with the dialogue, it is thoughts. If it is on it's own line, then it is a note, either from me, or the game. Avoidable dialogue will be in it's own section
(In Angel's cabin)
Konata: Hello Angel. I am Konata. I am here to help you. I am your Guardian Angel.
Angel: Okay. I do not know how to react... at all.
Konata: Angel, I must tell you of your quest that you must take.
Angel: (Oh no. I am tired because I haven't slept yet, and I just used the last of my energy to battle those monsters)
Konata: The story starts like this. It dates back to 724 years ago. The story starts with a young warrior, brave and gallant............ .......... ...... .. ............. . . .............. ....... .. . ..... . ....................
(Reference to the running gag in the Paper Mario series how whenever a long story starts, Mario usually falls asleep and all words are replaced with a random assortment of dots)
(9 hours later)
Konata: ....... ..... . . ... ... .... ......... .. ... ....... . .. .... .......... . .. And that's why you have to go on this quest. Did you understand? I did tell you the short version.
Angel: Huh? Oh yes I understood... (I'm screwed)
Konata: Fully and clearly?
Angel: Yes. I did. (I am so screwed)
Konata: Good. We shall depart right now.
Angel: Okay. We shall go. (I am so, very, very, screwed)
Konata: Our first destination is your hometown, Serea.
(Near the entrance of Ninea)
Angel: Excuse me, miss?
Angel: Uhm, can you give us directions to the town Serea?
NPC: No, I'm afraid not. You should talk to the fortune-teller for that. That place is quite distant.
(Inside the church at Ninea)
Angel: Excuse me? Hello?
Father Francis: Yes? What do you need?
Angel: Do you know where the fortune teller is?
Francis: It should be on the west side of town.
Angel: Thank you. *Walks away, but then bumps into someone, who drops the books they were holding* Oomph, oh I'm sorry. I'll help
???: No, I can do it. Please just leave.
Angel: No, it was my fault. Let me help you.
???: I appreciate your generosity, but it's not necessary.
Angel: Ok then.
Konata: Excuse me, you are named Joseph Nym, are you not?
Joseph: Why do you want to know? Oh, I see. Your just fortune-tellers. People like you disgust me. Fancy tricks, fake magic, crystal balls, all just bologna. You are just fakers.
Konata: DON'T JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS!
Joseph: Why? Because you know everything with your "special powers"? I mean how else would you know my name, you've never been here.
Konata: And how do you know that?
Joseph: I can easily remember anyone that comes here. The only way that you could've known my name was through that lucky guess.
Konata: LUCKY GUESS?
Angel: Um, Konata? Are you-
Konata: STAY out of this. Are you going to tell me why you are giving us such sass.
Joseph: I told you. Your just lousy fortune-tellers.
Konata: WE ARE NOT-
Angel: *Pulls her away* We shouldn't be fighting. Especially in a... (It's been so long since I've been in a place like this... what was it called?)
Konata: *Pulls her arm away from Angel* I told you to stay out of this.
Angel: Shouldn't we just be more ci-
Joseph: Shut up.. I don't have time for the likes of you.
Angel: Stop being so mean! We are not fortune-tellers!
Joseph: Then what are you then?
Angel: Warriors, I guess? Would that be right Kona-
Konata: Yes. That would. Now, just-
Joseph: Hold it. You two are way to peasent-like to be warriors.
Konata: HOW DARE YOU CALL HER A PEASENT!
Joseph: I said peasent-LIKE.
Konata: Same thing.
Joseph: No, it isn't.
Angel: *Pulls her away* -Whispering- People are coming. Stop this arguement. RIGHT NOW.
Konata: Fine. We'll be back.
Joseph: Doubt it.
Konata: WHY YOU-
Angel: *Slaps Konata* SHUT. UP. *Pulls her away*
(Near the Fortune-Teller in Ninea)
Konata: *struggling to get free*
Angel: OK. Now we're away, and almost at the fortune-teller.
Konata: I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF THAT!
Angel: PEOPLE WERE COMING! WE WOULD'VE MADE A SCENE AND BECOME WELL KNOWN, BUT IN A BAD WAY!
Konata: STOP SASSING ME!
Angel: YOU WERE SASSING JOSEPH!
Konata: I can't beleive that I have to work with him.
Konata: You know, like in the story I told you.
Angel: Oh yeah. I forgot.
Konata: Well, let's go find the fortune-teller.
Angel: (It's official. I am superbly screwed.) I can't beleive your an angel, but then how else would you have been able to get to my house in a ray of light?
Joseph: ... Angel?
(Inside the fortune-teller)
Angel: Excuse me? Is the fortune-teller here?
Konata: We would like directions to Serea please.
Joseph: Serea? That would be 9 miles east.
Angel: *slaps Konata* Didn't you remember what you to- I mean reminded me? He has to join us.
Joseph: Hold it. *closes eyes*
Konata: DON'T SLEEP! *goes to punch him*
Joseph: *grabs punch* *opens eyes, which suddenly have started to glow a bright blue*
Angel: What is he doing?!
Joseph: Tell me the truth.
Konata: I am an angel, and we-
Joseph: That is all I need to know. I can sense lies.
Angel: I am glad that didn't take more fighting.
(In the entrance of Serea)
Angel: Serea... I'm home *tear*
(In a Flashback)
???: Angel, where are you?
Younger Angel: *swings down a branch* Here I am!
???: There you are sweetie *Picks up Angel*
Younger Angel: *smiles*
???: Come inside Angel. It's getting dark.
Younger Angel: Yes daddy!
???: Hello honey. Hello Angel.
Younger Angel: Hello mommy!
Angel's Mom: We are going to eat now. Are you hungry?
Younger Angel: Not very.
Angel's Mom: You will after this! *Starts tickling Angel*
Younger Angel: *laughing a lot*
Angel's Dad: Honey, come on. Stop being so silly.
Angel's Mom: Oh, she's a child. It's always silly with her.
Younger Angel: Not true!
Joseph: Angel, are you ok?
Angel: Yes, I am. What do we need to get here again Konata?
Konata: We need a necklace. It has been passed down through your family. The reason is that it has great magic power.
Angel: OK, so where should-
???: In the rubble that were once houses of course.
Angel: OK so- Wait! Who are you?
???: Bonjour. I am Archurro, mademoiselle.
Joseph: Why are you here?
Archurro: Why, I am just a traveling artist.
Konata: So why are you here specifically?
Archurro: Searching for something to be put in art. And you lovely lass *Points at Angel* would be perfect.
Archurro: And a perfect scene would be for battle. Since I can easily remember scenes, this would be good. Try not to hold back.
Archurro: Fufufufu. You made a great fight mademoiselle et monsieur.
Konata: What about me?
Archurro: You also were a great fighter, at least for the standards of an angel. But aren't all guardian angels like that?
Joseph: Wait, how did you-
Archurro: How could I not? It was obvious. You all have special powers, do you not?
Konata: Yes. We do.
Archurro: So, I should keep that in mind. Au revoir! *lunges onto a rooftop, and dashes away*
Angel: That man is weird.
Konata: Welcome to my world. As an angel, I used to have to keep watch over many people, lots of weird ones. Then I became a guardian.
Joseph: How did he know that you were an angel?
Konata: I'd rather not talk about it.
Konata: I told you... Is it suddenly getting bright here?
(Bright light shines brightly)
???: Hello Joseph.
Joseph: W-Who are you?
Angel: It's okay.
Konata: Hello Johan.
Johan: I am here to help you. I saw your conversation. Konata, I always knew that you wanted to be a guardian angel because you were lazy.
Angel: Konata, don't make what happened before happen again. It would be a pain if you fought this much.
Konata: Stay out of this.
Johan: Stop doing that. She will become a cur if you keep her out of all the fights.
Konata: WHY YOU-
Angel: *tackles Konata* STOP IT! I can't beleive everyone's being such a dastard!
Joseph: I think you are making bad first impressions. You are coming off to be uncooperative.
Konata: *slaps Joseph* YOU, GUH!
Johan: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a hothead. You are such a cur sometimes.
Konata: STOP BEING SUCH AN SASS. You are so mean.
Johan: I'm just telling you what you can improve on.
Konata: And that is something you can improve on.
Angel: *uppercuts them both* Stop fighting. We DO have to work together.
Konata: Since when were you the boss?
Angel: Since the beginning of the game. *points at player* You! Behind the screen! I AM the main character, right?
(If you say Yes)
Angel: OK. We can continue.
(If you say No)
Angel: Really? I am the main character! Right? Thought so. So we can now continue.
(After getting the pendant)
Angel: OK. I found it. Where do we go next Konata?
Konata: To the Heydra Sea. Near the bottom, there is a crown that was in a ship before sinking...
Joseph: We should get going then.
Angel: Shut up. She seems sad.
Johan: I didn't know she had sadness. She is always idly sitting around, relaxing.
Angel: Shut up.
Johan: Fine, fine.
(Near the Heydra Sea)
Angel: OK. So how do we get down there?
Konata: We have to find a f- *Angel gets caught in a net* Angel!
Joseph: I'll help *gets caught in another* Crap!
Angel: Joseph, try your best to break free!
Johan: Konata, come on! We have to protect them!
(In the prison cell)
Angel: *waking up* ugh... Joseph? Where are... *yawns* we? (I'm so tired again)
Joseph: Morning sleepy head.
Angel: How long was I out?
Joseph: An hour.
Angel: Say, why did you think we were fortune-tellers?
Joseph: Because, there was no one who moved out of Ninea for so long, and there was no one who told you about me. I just knew that for some reason. Fortune-Tellers pretty much always knows everyone's name, so you seemed like ones.
Angel: Oh. Wait how?
Joseph: They all have feeble magic. Not even close enough for divination.
Angel: OK then. But-
Joseph: They have training in divination, so they automatically know names. But they usually think that they have enough to do it if they leave early. I though you were phony ones because you were so young.
Angel: OK then.
Konata: If you two lovebirds are done, we need to find a way to get out.
Angel: *gives dirty look* Shut the flap up.
Bandit Leader: Shut up. You are annoying the others.
Angel: YOU! BECAUSE OF YOU THE- *whispering* Konata what are we saving?
Angel: WORLD COULD BE- *whispering* Sorry it was like a 7 hour long story. What would happen?
Angel: EXPLO- EXPLODE!?!?!?!?!?! YOU HAVE TO LET US OUT OF HERE! THE WORLD WILL EXPLODE IF YOU DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bandit Leader: I doubt it. Now shut up.
Angel: *panicking* What are we gonna do? We can't escape, we can't persuade, we can't do anything!!!! *breathes heavily*
Konata: Come on. There is someone coming for us.
Angel: How do-
Johan: We can sense it. Joseph, you can too, right?
Joseph: Yeah. I can. Try doing some kind of telekinetic thing.
Angel: Alright then. *strains, but to no avail* I-can't-seem-to-get-it-to-work!
Joseph: Well, let's just wait. It's our only hope now.
Angel: OK. I just am worried and panicked.
(Again, in teh prison cell)
Angel: I wonder when he will get here.
Angel: WHAT THE FOUL KEY!!!!
Allen: What the hell did you just say?
Angel: I am extremely against profanity.
Allen: ... ok then... But "foul key"?
Angel: Just ignore the strange euphamism.
(At teh Hydrea Sea agan, I hav no idya whi I m purpesly mispiling)
Angel: So what's here again?
Konata: A brace.
Angel: Does it have the same thing a ma bob as the necklace?
???: Yes and hello.
Angel: The third angel's here, skip the introduction.
Johan: I was going to say that...
Konata: And? It doesn't matter. We have Daniel here.
Angel: So we are going to swim there. Well, let's dive in.
Daniel: Wouldn't our clothes get wet?
Daniel: Well, it, will show for you.
Daniel: So what would we do?
Konata: Well, I guess no one will ask what to do because you three can't breath underwater, but because our clothes will be wet. There is a plant that grants a bubble thing.
Daniel:... so I didn't need to refer to that...
Konata: Well, it's a bit back.
- nom nom nom*
(In a town, after buying a spy to get info)
Spy: Angel, were you the one who ordered me?
Spy: Give me 300 Gold if you want to know my info.
Angel: Alright. Here. Now what was it.
Spy: I never said I was gonna tell you anything. I just asked if you wanted to know. If you want me to tell you, that'll be 913081204 Gold.
Angel: WHAT!! Why would I give you that much!? Why would you even try!?
Spy: Money = Power. Power = Wario. Wario = 4 Farts. 4 Farts = All the magic in the world. All the magic in the world = A spec of sand. That's what I want. A spec of sand.
Angel: How the blabbersauce does that even make sense?
Spy: Because that's how my logic goes.
Angel: How do you have a different logic?!
Spy: Because it's Insane Troll Logic.
Angel: You mean an internet troll!?
Angel: What the clap does that mean?
Spy: It means DInrgieA in EOTINGlkwksF.
Angel: What the floss does that mean?
Spy: It means DkrkeArfvkaE in EGLNALewnfkubes.
Angel: Aaaaand what the W does that mean.
Spy: Eundgf Ijfkge DIrngkjebtn EIRNGrkjenrg IRNkjbwekfngeeujnbrgkjnerj.
Angel: Can you speak normally?
Spy: Doj4ng Eo303jrf rt'gNSfkgjbawEBFkehjrbgfEIRGbwkijebw.
Angel: Can you not speak gibberish?
Spy: S3o2i4jh or3ihwngo 3oie999 492u301829402 2093.
Angel: Can you speak english?
Spy: Yes I can. Bye. *flies away by pulling his hair and screaming*