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− | {{Polka|title1 = Saaya Kawai |
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+ | |appears_in = [[Yakuza: Dead Souls]] |
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+ | |japanese_name = 川合 紗綾 |
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+ | |romaji = Kawai Saaya |
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|image1 = <gallery> |
|image1 = <gallery> |
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+ | Saaya Kawai 01.jpg |
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− | Chicken Basket.png |
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</gallery> |
</gallery> |
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|age = 21 |
|age = 21 |
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|place_of_birth = Gunma Prefecture |
|place_of_birth = Gunma Prefecture |
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|nationality = Japanese |
|nationality = Japanese |
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+ | |status = Alive |
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|hair_color = Brown |
|hair_color = Brown |
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|eyes_color = Brown |
|eyes_color = Brown |
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− | |relationships = [[Goro Majima]] (friend, |
+ | |relationships = * [[Goro Majima]] (customer, friend, romantic interest) |
+ | * Shinji Terai (ex-boyfriend) |
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+ | * Mon (cat) |
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|occupation = Hostess |
|occupation = Hostess |
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+ | School Student |
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− | |affication = Club Jewel |
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+ | |affiliation = [[Club Jewel]] |
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− | |status = Alive |
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+ | |yakuza_ds_weapon = Pistols |
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− | |first_appearance = Yakuza Dead Souls |
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|voiced_by = Saaya Kawai |
|voiced_by = Saaya Kawai |
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|modeled_after = Saaya Kawai |
|modeled_after = Saaya Kawai |
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− | }}'''Saaya Kawai |
+ | }}'''Saaya Kawai''' ({{JP|川合 紗綾}}, ''Kawai Saaya'') is [[Goro Majima]]'s hostess in ''[[Yakuza: Dead Souls]]''. She is one of the few hostesses in the series capable of fighting, and also becomes available as an AI companion character after completing her substory. |
− | ==Personality== |
+ | == Personality == |
+ | Saaya is a self-professed princess, and loves to be spoiled more than anything. She prefers to stay indoors and laze around, eating pickled plums and playing with her cat Mon, who she constantly talks about, much to Majima's bafflement. |
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+ | == Appearance == |
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− | She is very fond of her cat, Mon, and often talks about him, much to Majima's bafflement. In her substory, her ex-boyfriend steals Mon from Saaya's apartment and brings him into the quarantine zone to attempt to force Saaya into taking him back. |
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+ | Saaya is shown to wear two outfits; a fitted pink jacket and black boots, and her usual hostess dress. Her dress falls to her knees, and is adorned with a large bow that spans across the bodice. Her reddish-brown hair comes down to her mid-back, though most of it is tied up in a messy bun and can be assumed to be longer when down. |
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+ | She wears a heart-shaped necklace and a matching pair of silver earrings. Her nails are painted pale pink, likely done by herself, as she has a passion for nail-art. |
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− | She has a love of chicken baskets and often requests them from Majima. |
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+ | Saaya displays an interest in possibly undergoing facial reconstruction surgery, expressing her distaste for her round face. |
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+ | == Substory == |
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+ | In Saaya's substory, her ex-boyfriend, Shinji, steals Mon from her apartment and brings him into the quarantine zone in an attempt to force Saaya into taking him back. Majima finds him in his office in Millennium Tower and rescues Mon from him, refusing to escort him out of the quarantine zone and leaving Shinji to fend for himself. |
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− | ==Dialogue Tree== |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|Aw, now, don't tease me like that! Anyway, I've been working very hard to become a modern, urban woman, but I'm starting to get burnt out. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Better make hay while the sun shines. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| -♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|That don't seem like you. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | | style="width: 250px;"|What's wrong with bein' a country girl? |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | |} |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|I wish I could handle alcohol. Then we could share a drink together. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|How do ya know unless ya really give it a try? |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| -♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Ya don't need to drink. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Learn how to get drunk on just water. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | |} |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|But, as it turns out, the customers all say I'm the laid-back, unassertive type. I guess they don't really like that. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Yeah, ya do seem kinda out of it sometimes. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|You are who ya are. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| -♥♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Who needs "assertive"? |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥ |
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− | |} |
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+ | == Dialogue Tree == |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|My friends always tell me that it's not that my strike zone is wide. It's that I don't have any strike zone at all! |
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+ | |prompt = Aw, now, don't tease me like that! Anyway, I've been working very hard to become a modern, urban woman, but I'm starting to get burnt out. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|What about me? |
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+ | |option1 = Better make hay while the sun shines.|3 |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| -♥ |
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+ | |option2 = That don't seem like you.|2 |
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+ | |option3 = What's wrong with bein' a country girl?|2}} |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|So you'll take any guy that comes along, huh? |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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+ | |prompt = I wish I could handle alcohol. Then we could share a drink together. |
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+ | |option1 = How do ya know unless ya really give it a try?|0 |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Then you'll get nothin' but balls. |
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+ | |option2 = Ya don't need to drink.|1 |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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+ | |option3 = Learn how to get drunk on just water.|2}} |
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− | |} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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+ | |prompt = But, as it turns out, the customers all say I'm the laid-back, unassertive type. I guess they don't really like that. |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|It seems like all men cheat eventually. If they do, I'd want them to at least have the decency to hide it well. I bet you'd be good at that. |
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+ | |option1 = Yeah, ya do seem kinda out of it sometimes.|1 |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I ain't never been caught. |
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+ | |option2 = You are who ya are.|3 |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥ |
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+ | |option3 = Learn how to get drunk on just water.|1}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Wish I had a chance. |
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+ | |prompt = My friends always tell me that it's not that my strike zone is wide. It's that I don't have any strike zone at all! |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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+ | |option1 = What about me?|3 |
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+ | |option2 = So you'll take any guy that comes along, huh?|4 |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|You kiddin'? I don't hide nothin'! |
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+ | |option3 = Then you'll get nothin' but balls.|1}} |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| -♥ |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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− | |} |
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+ | |prompt = It seems like all men cheat eventually. If they do, I'd want them to at least have the decency to hide it well. I bet you'd be good at that. |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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+ | |option1 = I ain't never been caught.|1 |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|Come to think of it, I'm not sure why. My school yearbook is filled with pictures of us wearing helmets. I couldn't show that book to anyone! |
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+ | |option2 = Wish I had a chance.|2 |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|It ain't nothin' to hide. |
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+ | |option3 = You kiddin'? I don't hide nothin'!|1}} |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| -♥ |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = Come to think of it, I'm not sure why. My school yearbook is filled with pictures of us wearing helmets. I couldn't show that book to anyone! |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I can't even imagine it. |
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+ | |option1 = It ain't nothin' to hide.|3 |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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+ | |option2 = I can't even imagine it.|1 |
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+ | |option3 = What's wrong with helmets?!|2}} |
+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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+ | |prompt = It's a Scottish Fold, that kind with its ears bent forward. His name is Mon. He's really cute. ♡ |
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− | |} |
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+ | |option1 = What a waste of money.|3 |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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+ | |option2 = I don't like pets.|4 |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|It's a Scotish Fold, that kind with its ears bent forward. His name is Mon. He's really cute. ♡ |
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+ | |option3 = I can't have a pet.|2}} |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|What a waste of money. |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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+ | |prompt = People tell me that all the time. But I'm completely hopeless! I even have a funny way of running, with my face thrust forward. |
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+ | |option1 = Guess I won't invite ya out, then.|2 |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I don't like pets. |
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+ | |option2 = That's 'cause yer always inside.|3 |
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+ | |option3 = I'm the same way.|1}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I can't have a pet. |
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+ | |prompt = People often tell me I have pretty hands, especially men with finger fetishes. ♡ |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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+ | |option1 = I ain't got no weird fetishes like that.|1 |
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− | |} |
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+ | |option2 = My best feature is my hairstyle.|2 |
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+ | |option3 = Bein' popular with the pervs makes ya happy?|3}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = But I'm up front with them from the beginning. I tell them I won't accept their invitation if there are strings attached. |
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+ | |option1 = Well, I guess I'm different, then.|3 |
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+ | |option2 = I don't want no strings, either.|2 |
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+ | |option3 = Ya sure are stubborn.|1}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = No, I haven't given a key to anyone, not even my parents. That's why I think it's a ghost. |
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+ | |option1 = Hell Yeah! That's right up my alley!|4 |
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+ | |option2 = What's the big deal?|3 |
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+ | |option3 = Maybe you're just tired.|2}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = He cheated on me. I found a long hair in the bed. He could've at least had the decency to be discreet! |
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+ | |option1 = Don't worry. You'll meet somebody.|1 |
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+ | |option2 = That guy was an idiot.|3 |
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+ | |option3 = Forty billion ain't such a big deal.|1}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = What should I do? I'm so scared, I'm starting to hate to go home! |
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+ | |option1 = Ya must be walkin' in yer sleep.|4 |
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+ | |option2 = Sounds like ya need an exorcism.|4 |
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+ | |option3 = Gotta be the work of a livin', breathin' person.|2}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = And I'm scared to go back to my apartment these days. And if I can't find a nice man here in Tokyo, maybe I'd better look for one in Gunma. |
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+ | |option1 = That's too bad.|2 |
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+ | |option2 = But you've got yer cat.|4 |
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+ | |option3 = Maybe ya just ain't a city girl.|4}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = You think so? What would you do if I ever dumped you, Mr. Majima? |
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+ | |option1 = I'd try to be a better man.|2 |
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+ | |option2 = I'd deal with it, and move on.|4 |
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+ | |option3 = We could still be friends.|4}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = You never know when you're going to die, right? I want to try as many different foods as I can before then! |
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+ | |option1 = What a waste of food!|3 |
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+ | |option2 = How can ya even appreciate how the food tastes?|1 |
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+ | |option3 = I can't believe ya stay so skinny|1}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = That's why I don't want a really rich man. I just want a man that's a little rich, someone who can buy me a little luxuries here and there |
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+ | |option1 = A man's gotta be strong|1 |
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+ | |option2 = You're still just a spoiled little girl|3 |
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+ | |option3 = Well, I ain't gonna give ya nothin'|2}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = Of course! Meat and potato stew is my specialty. |
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+ | |option1 = What a cliche|1 |
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+ | |option2 = Ya can't stay inside all day!|2 |
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+ | |option3 = I bet I'd gain weight if we were datin'|3}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = Glasses and contact lenses aren't cheap, so I decided to go ahead and get the surgery, and I'm so glad I did! |
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+ | |option1 = What kind of surgery is it?|4 |
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+ | |option2 = I don't need that.|4 |
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+ | |option3 = Does it work for farsightedness, too?|0}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = I wasn't really thinking about doing it professionally. I just want to be able to do it for my friends and family. |
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+ | |option1 = What's the point if you ain't gonna make money?|4 |
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+ | |option2 = Do my nails, too|2 |
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+ | |option3 = How givin' of ya.|4}} |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = I munch on crunchy pickled plums and watch the TV shows I recorded, and I'm in seventh heaven! ♡ |
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+ | |option1 = Ya sound like a middle-aged man.|0 |
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+ | |option2 = That's all you need, huh?|4 |
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+ | |option3 = Yeah, plums are the best when you're beat.|2}} |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|People tell me that all the time. But I'm completely hopeless! I even have a funny way of running, with my face thrust forward. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Guess I won't invite ya out, then. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|That's 'cause yer always inside. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I'm the same way. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥ |
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− | |} |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|People often tell me I have pretty hands, especially men with finger fetishes. ♡ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I ain't got no weird fetishes like that. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|My best feature is my hairstyle. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Bein' popular with the pervs makes ya happy? |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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− | |} |
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+ | == Saaya's Emails == |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|But I'm up front with them from the beginning. I tell them I won't accept their invitation if there are strings attached. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Well, I guess I'm different, then. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I don't want no strings, either. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Ya sure are stubborn. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | |} |
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+ | === Big Thanks! === |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|No, I haven't given a key to anyone, not even my parents. That's why I think it's a ghost. |
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+ | |prompt = Thanks for requesting me today, Mr. Majima! ♡ I'm gonna do my best to be the girl of your dreams. I hope you'll look out for me, I won't let you down. ♡ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Hell Yeah! That's right up my alley! |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|What's the big deal? |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Maybe you're just tired. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | |} |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|He cheated on me. I found a long hair in the bed. He could've at least had the decency to be discreet! |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Don't worry. You'll meet somebody. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|That guy was an idiot. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| -♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Forty billion ain't such a big deal. |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|What should I do? I'm so scared, I'm starting to hate to go home! |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Ya must be walkin' in yer sleep. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Sounds like ya need an exorcism. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Gotta be the work of a livin', breathin' person. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|And I'm scared to go back to my apartment these days. And if I can't find a nice man here in Tokyo, maybe I'd better look for one in Gunma. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|That's too bad. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|But you've got yer cat. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Maybe ya just ain't a city girl. |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|You think so? What would you do if I ever dumped you, Mr. Majima? |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I'd try to be a better man. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I'd deal with it, and move on. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|We could still be friends. |
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− | {| border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" class="style_table article-table" style="font-size:13px;width:600px;" |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|And I'm scared to go back to my apartment these days. And if I can't find a nice man here in Tokyo, maybe I'd better look for one in Gunma. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|That's too bad. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|But you've got yer cat. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Maybe ya just ain't a city girl. |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|You think so? What would you do if I ever dumped you, Mr. Majima? |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I'd try to be a better man. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I'd deal with it, and move on. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|We could still be friends. |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|You never know when you're going to die, right? I want to try as many different foods as I can before then! |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|What a waste of food! |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|How can ya even appreciate how the food tastes? |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I can't believe ya stay so skinny |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|That's why I don't want a really rich man. I just want a man that's a little rich, someone who can buy me a little luxuires here and there |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|A man's gotta be strong |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| +♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|You're still just a spoiled little girl |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Well, I ain't gonna give ya nothin' |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|Of course! Meat and potato stew is my specialty. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|What a cliche |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Ya can't stay inside all day! |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I bet I'd gain weight if we were datin' |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| -♥ |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|Glasses and contact lenses aren't cheap, so I decided to go ahead and get the surgury, and I'm so glad I did! |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|What kind of surgery is it? |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|I don't need that. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Does it work for farsightedness, too? |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|I wasn't really thinking about doing it professionally. I just want to be able to do it for my friends and family. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|What's the point if you ain't gonna make money? |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Do my nails, too |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|How givin' of ya. |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|I munch on crunchy pickled plums and watch the TV shows i recorded, and I'm in seventh heaven! ♡ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Ya sound like a middle-aged man. |
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− | | style="width: 50px; text-align: center;"| -♥ |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|That's all you need, huh? |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Yeah, plums are the best when you're beat. |
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− | ==Saaya's Emails== |
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− | ===Big Thanks!=== |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|Thanks for requesting me today, Mr. Majima! ♡ I'm gonna do my best to be the girl of your dreams. I hope you'll look out for me, I won't let you down. ♡ |
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Just you wait and see! (*´ω`*) |
Just you wait and see! (*´ω`*) |
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+ | |option1 = Don't count on me too much.| |
+ | |option2 = I'll come see you sometime.| |
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+ | |option3 = If you wanna talk, call me.|1}} |
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− | ===Wow!=== |
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+ | === Wow! === |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|What a day! It turned out three of my regulars all had their birthdays today! 🍰 I was crazy busy. 😿 I guess I'm a popular girl!? Whew, I'm exhausted! |
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+ | |prompt = What a day! It turned out three of my regulars all had their birthdays today! 🍰 I was crazy busy. 😿 I guess I'm a popular girl!? Whew, I'm exhausted! |
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Think I'll head to bed soon. 🌃 |
Think I'll head to bed soon. 🌃 |
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+ | |option1 = How does that make you popular?| |
+ | |option2 = I ain't goin' there when it's my birthday.|1 |
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+ | |option3 = Get to bed, then!|}} |
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− | ===Ghosts?=== |
+ | === Ghosts? === |
+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = Hey there! There was a show on TV 📺 about ghosts just now. I ended up watching it. Do you think ghosts are real? 💀 You know, come to think of it, my cat Mon sometimes screeches real loud for no good reason. Maybe Mon can see things I can't? |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|Hey there! There was a show on TV 📺 about ghosts just now. I ended up watching it. Do you think ghosts are real? 💀 You know, come to think of it, my cat Mon sometimes screeches real loud for no good reason. Maybe Mon can see things I can't? |
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(´ ・ω・`) Ugh, that'd be scary. |
(´ ・ω・`) Ugh, that'd be scary. |
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+ | |option1 = That cat definitely has a sixth sense.|1 |
+ | |option2 = It's all in your head.| |
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+ | |option3 = You're spooky enough as it is.|}} |
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− | ===I'm in love ♪=== |
+ | === I'm in love ♪ === |
+ | {{Hostess Dialogue Template |
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+ | |prompt = I'm giving tender kisses to my darling right now! <br> I bought him a new feather teaser and we're playing with it together. [[File:EmailEmoji_Heart.gif|24px]] <br> Mon is the cutest little kitty cat in the world. 😸 <br> Did I make you jealous!? <br> I really love my cat! |
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+ | |option1 = What the hell?! Don't scare me like that!|1 |
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+ | |option2 = Poor little bastard, that cat.| |
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+ | |option3 = You oughta get out more.|}} |
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+ | === I'm feeling lonely... === |
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− | | rowspan="3" style="width:300px;"|I'm giving tender kisses to my darling right now! I bought him a new feather teaser and we're playing with it together. ♡ Mon is the cutest little kitty cat in the world. 😸 Did I make you jealous!? |
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+ | |prompt = Mon caught a cold, so he has to stay at the vet overnight. 😾 I'm lonely at night by myself. I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight, so we can talk until morning. 📱 Hope to hear your voice soon. |
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− | I really love my cat! |
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+ | See ya later, alligator. (* ̄▽ ̄)ノ~~💕 |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|What the hell?! Don't scare me like that! |
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+ | |option1 = Just make sure you stay healthy.| |
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+ | |option2 = Yeah, I could talk until morning.| |
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+ | |option3 = Is Mon gonna be all right?|1}} |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|Poor little bastard, that cat. |
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+ | ==Trivia== |
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+ | *Saaya is tone-deaf, which is why she repeatedly says that Majima is a good singer. |
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− | | style="width:250px;"|You oughta get out more. |
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+ | *She has a love of fried chicken and often requests chicken baskets from Majima. |
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+ | *Her cat, Mon, is a Scottish fold. |
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+ | *Saaya wants 3 children and hopes to be married before the age of 25. |
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+ | *According to [http://segabits.com/blog/2010/07/28/yakuza-hostess-voting-first-week-results/ SegaBits], Her real life actress is a fan of the ''Yakuza'' game series. |
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+ | ==Video Walkthrough== |
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+ | [[File:Saaya Kawai ALL Hostess Dialogue|thumb|center|335 px]] |
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==Gallery== |
==Gallery== |
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<gallery> |
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− | Saaya Portrait.png|Saaya's portrait used for phone-calls |
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Saaya's Business Card.png|Saaya's In-Game Business Card |
Saaya's Business Card.png|Saaya's In-Game Business Card |
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+ | Saaya Portrait.png|Saaya's portrait used for phone-calls |
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− | Saaya Kawai.jpg|The real Saaya Kawai |
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− | Saaya Poster.jpg|Saaya posing in front of a promotional poster for the game |
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Saaya's Substory Screenshot 2019-04-30 02-16-39.png |
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Revision as of 00:10, 16 May 2020
Template:CharacterSaaya Kawai (川合 紗綾, Kawai Saaya) is Goro Majima's hostess in Yakuza: Dead Souls. She is one of the few hostesses in the series capable of fighting, and also becomes available as an AI companion character after completing her substory.
Personality
Saaya is a self-professed princess, and loves to be spoiled more than anything. She prefers to stay indoors and laze around, eating pickled plums and playing with her cat Mon, who she constantly talks about, much to Majima's bafflement.
Appearance
Saaya is shown to wear two outfits; a fitted pink jacket and black boots, and her usual hostess dress. Her dress falls to her knees, and is adorned with a large bow that spans across the bodice. Her reddish-brown hair comes down to her mid-back, though most of it is tied up in a messy bun and can be assumed to be longer when down.
She wears a heart-shaped necklace and a matching pair of silver earrings. Her nails are painted pale pink, likely done by herself, as she has a passion for nail-art.
Saaya displays an interest in possibly undergoing facial reconstruction surgery, expressing her distaste for her round face.
Substory
In Saaya's substory, her ex-boyfriend, Shinji, steals Mon from her apartment and brings him into the quarantine zone in an attempt to force Saaya into taking him back. Majima finds him in his office in Millennium Tower and rescues Mon from him, refusing to escort him out of the quarantine zone and leaving Shinji to fend for himself.
Dialogue Tree
I wish I could handle alcohol. Then we could share a drink together. | How do ya know unless ya really give it a try? | - |
Ya don't need to drink. | + | |
Learn how to get drunk on just water. | + |
It's a Scottish Fold, that kind with its ears bent forward. His name is Mon. He's really cute. ♡ | What a waste of money. | - |
I don't like pets. | - | |
I can't have a pet. | + |
No, I haven't given a key to anyone, not even my parents. That's why I think it's a ghost. | Hell Yeah! That's right up my alley! | - |
What's the big deal? | - | |
Maybe you're just tired. | + |
What should I do? I'm so scared, I'm starting to hate to go home! | Ya must be walkin' in yer sleep. | - |
Sounds like ya need an exorcism. | - | |
Gotta be the work of a livin', breathin' person. | + |
You think so? What would you do if I ever dumped you, Mr. Majima? | I'd try to be a better man. | + |
I'd deal with it, and move on. | - | |
We could still be friends. | - |
Of course! Meat and potato stew is my specialty. | What a cliche | + |
Ya can't stay inside all day! | + | |
I bet I'd gain weight if we were datin' | - |
Saaya's Emails
Big Thanks!
Wow!
Ghosts?
I'm in love ♪
I'm feeling lonely...
Trivia
- Saaya is tone-deaf, which is why she repeatedly says that Majima is a good singer.
- She has a love of fried chicken and often requests chicken baskets from Majima.
- Her cat, Mon, is a Scottish fold.
- Saaya wants 3 children and hopes to be married before the age of 25.
- According to SegaBits, Her real life actress is a fan of the Yakuza game series.