Hour of Inquisition
Now that summer has arrived, Shalem beats the heat by coercing other crew members to expose their secrets in what she calls inquisitions. When (Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn confront Shalem about her unorthodox stress-relieving tactics, they suggest hitting the beach instead and hand her a swimsuit. After trying on the new swimsuit, Shalem is excited to experience her first vacation on Auguste the way mortals do.
Normally summer's arrival signals fun and delight. But on this hot day, when the sun goes down, dusk ushers in chilling encounters of the bizarre kind.
Night after night echo the yells of unaware victims, their numbers spiraling out of control. Just what is happening aboard the Grandcypher?
Shalem: Heheh... Now is the winter of my discontent, made glorious summer by holding an inquisition.
Shalem: Answer my question swiftly, for your silence will only incriminate you further.
Shalem: That's right. I'm talking about the crime you committed.
Shalem: Late last night... It was you who swiped the mandarin oranges from the galley, wasn't it?
Shalem: The proof is clearly recorded in this book of personal profiles. It says right here that mandarins are your favorite.
Shalem: QED.
The sooner you confess, the better you'll feel...
Shalem: Heheh... Now is the winter of my discontent, made glorious summer by holding an inquisition.
Shalem: I seek an honest answer about the emotions in your heart.
Shalem: You've secretly got the hots for someone—someone on this very ship, yes?
Shalem: Believe me, your crush knows the truth. Your longing gaze practically spells it out for them.
Shalem: QED.
The sooner you confess, the better you'll feel...
Shalem: Heheh... Now is the winter of my discontent, made glorious summer by holding an inquisition.
Shalem: Let's visit your lie. Specifically the one about the incident that took place the other day during your tour of cleaning duty—
Shalem: ...
Shalem: What a simpleton. Judging by the sudden change in your complexion, you haven't mentioned it to the others yet.
Shalem: QED.
The sooner you confess, the better you'll feel...
This mysterious being had been slumbering since the time of the Creation Myth, yet for some reason, she finally awoke in this era. Her name is Helel ben Shalem.
Perhaps the lengthy sleep is to blame for her hazy memory. She's also missed out on much of history.
Now she travels with the crew in order to understand these modern times, as well as to remember what happened to her during the time of creation.
Shalem: Heheh... Excellent, excellent. That last inquisition was especially well executed.
Shalem: Another fine performance from the Dusk Speaker. My master will certainly be happy about this—
Vyrn: Aha! There she is!
Hey, Shalem, can we talk?
Shalem: It's the adventurer... Ah, no, you are (Captain) and retinue. What brings you to see me?
Lyria: Well, we don't mean to pry, but there's something we've been meaning to ask you about...
Lyria: Um, we've been hearing complaints from other crew members lately...
Shalem: Complaints? Concerning what?
Vyrn: Yep, she's totally oblivious. See, those inquisitions as you call 'em are becomin' a bit of an issue.
Shalem: Oh?
Vyrn: People're on edge. They said their personal secrets were leaked.
Vyrn: The screams of shock ya hear from time to time probably mean someone's secret just got out.
Shalem: Hm... I didn't expect my mock inquisitions would cause so much controversary.
Lyria: Ahaha... Maybe saying complaints is too strong. It's more like people are mentioning it in passing. No one's actually that steamed or anything.
Lyria: But why are you asking around?
Shalem: Ah, inquisitions are part of my duties. I expose the pits of mortals' hearts.
Shalem: Although my current status in this world hangs in limbo, in the past I performed inquisitions to snip the buds of heresy, aiding the regulation of mortal society.
Lyria: Huh? Heresy? Regulation?
Vyrn: Are you talkin' about the time of creation again? No matter how many times I hear it, I can't wrap my head around it.
Vyrn: Speaking of limbo, if you're not sure what your duties are anymore, why are you startin' up inquisitions again?
Shalem: Summer is to blame.
Lyria: It is?
Shalem: Yes. How have you people not melted yet?
Shalem: The baking sunlight beating down on the deck morphs the ship into an oven. I can only feast on so much ice before my stomach rebels.
Shalem: It's hell, I tell you! The future was hell all along!
Shalem: Therefore inquisitions were the way to go. Exposing secrets cools me down.
Vyrn: Hoo boy... She's more trouble than a barrel of monkeys. Imagine diggin' into other people's business to blow off steam.
Lyria: Well... We're almost to the next island. Can you hang on just a little bit longer?
Shalem: I refuse. Patience is bad for my health.
Vyrn: C'mon, let's not throw a hissy fit, or else we'll stick you on ship-sitting duty while everyone else gets to enjoy the vacation.
Shalem: I refuse to be left aboard to—
Shalem: Wait. Did you say vacation?
Lyria: Yep. We're on our way to a resort area.
Vyrn: Didn't you hear the announcements? Sparklin' seas, here we come.
Shalem: Ah, yes, the sea... I've seen that before... I think.
Lyria: Do you remember going for a swim? That's much more refreshing than interrogating people in my opinion!
Lyria: Oh, (Captain). Did you bring the bundle we bought at Siero's kiosk?
(Captain) nods. Rummaging through a knapsack, the captain pulls out a paper bag and hands it to Shalem.
The bag crinkles loudly as a confused Shalem peeks inside and fishes out its contents.
Shalem: A tangle of string and fabric?
Lyria: It's your swimsuit! Everyone just got back from buying theirs.
Shalem: Swimsuit?
Vyrn: You wear it at the beach. Did they not have swimsuits back in the old-old days?
Shalem: ...
Lyria: What do you think? Wanna try it on before we arrive?
Shalem: ...
Vyrn: Shalem? What's with the silent treatment?
Lyria: Oh no... Do you not like the design?
Shalem: Hm? Ah, sorry. It's not that I'm dissatisfied.
Shalem: However...
Shalem: This appears to be underwear.
Vyrn & Lyria: Underwear?
Shalem: Come now, the form is nearly identical to what lies beneath. Maybe you bought the wrong item.
Lyria: Um... I don't think so... That's how swimsuits tend to look...
Shalem: What separates it from underwear?
Lyria: Erm... Well, for one thing...
Lyria: Umm... Actually, what is the difference? They do seem to be pretty much the same thing now that I think about it...
Vyrn: Okay, time-out. We're not goin' into that territory. Swimsuits are their own thing—there, I said it.
Shalem: Insisting two things are different when they're clearly the same... You mortals have the strangest mindset.
Shalem: Throughout the entirety of history, unmentionables are imprisoned in the shadows, but when it comes to the beach, they're liberated for all to see.
Lyria: Ahaha... It's not really something I've thought about.
Shalem: Are people bound by groupthink? Despite gaining autonomy due to the Almighty's absence, mortals maintain their predilection to act like lost sheep.
Shalem: Skies and stars, swimsuits and underwear... What is this world coming to?
Vyrn: Aaanyway... I'm not sure what you're talkin' about, but it's probably not what you think it is.
Shalem: What?
Lyria: It really is a shame we won't get to play in the water together, but we won't force you to wear the swimsuit.
Shalem: When did I say no? I'm fine with wearing it.
Lyria: Really? It kind of sounded like you didn't want to wear something that resembles underwear?
Shalem: I was only trying to learn more about modern society's dark secret, aka swimsuits.
Shalem: Besides, there's nothing wrong with sexuality. I don't need a suit for swimming when I have a perfectly serviceable birthday one.
Vyrn: Please say something before you go in the buff. That'll give us time to think of a bajillion reasons to change your mind.
Lyria: Ahaha... Okay, let's make sure it fits first! There's a big mirror in that room you can use.
Shalem: Heheh. Gaze upon my form, mortals. Heap tribute and reverence unto me.
Vyrn: Bahaha! You sure warmed up to that swimsuit pretty darn quick! You look good though.
Lyria: No surprises there, considering how unbelievably cute it is! She took one look in the mirror and started jumping up and down!
Vyrn: Cool beans. That explains her, but why'd you put yours on too?
Lyria: Heehee... While Shalem was changing, she—
Shalem: I was curious to see how Lyria's seductiveness stacked up. Unlike mine, her swimsuit doesn't match the style of underwear.
Vyrn: Whoa, whoa, whoa, this is gettin' a little—
Vyrn: Hey, feel that? Ship's slowin' down, which means we must be gettin' close to the island.
Lyria: Yay! It's vacation time! Let's go watch from the deck!
Shalem: Agreed. Away we go.
Vyrn: Hahaha! Oh yeah, she's stoked for sure. 'Bout time she got excited for something.
Vyrn: Here's to hopin' the sea'll jog her memory of the past.
Although perceiving swimsuits as a dark secret of modern society, their cuteness is too much for Shalem to deny.
Are her lost memories to be found on the shimmering isles? So begins the Dusk Speaker's first-ever vacation.
Rainy Beach Day
Shalem takes her time studying everything about Auguste's beach, but the memories of her past remain clouded. (Captain) and company overhear locals talking about a nearby island that supposedly hasn't changed for centuries. It boasts a primeval forest that may jog Shalem's memory, so the crew heads for the island.
The Auguste Isles—is there any greater place to relax in all of Phantagrande?
For the crowds that have flocked to its beachfront for the summer, the answer is no.
But there's one frown among the sea of smiles—Shalem's. She walks along the shoreline, swiveling her head this way and that.
Shalem: Sigh...
Shalem: It's no use. This beach isn't triggering anything for me.
Shalem: I think I've seen this place before, but it's like my head is shrouded in fog...
Shalem: ...
Shalem plops down on the sand with a hard thud and observes the tourists splashing in the water.
Shalem: Over there is a family. That man and woman seem to be a pair. And that circle of people could be a group of friends...
Shalem: The adventurer... My former companions...
Shalem: Where was the final stop on their journey—
Vyrn: Heyooo! Shalem! We're back with shaved ice!
Shalem: Commendations are in order. I'll take the blue one.
Lyria: It's blue-soda flavored. Has anything sparked your memory yet?
Shalem: Munch, crunch... Noshing in the shlightesh.
Shalem: I thought revisiting a location would flip a switch.
Shalem: But of course it's never that simple. So much time has passed. Sands shift; plants come and go. It's possible I never came here at all.
Shalem: Well, that'll teach me to get my hopes up.
Vyrn: Ah, makes sense when you put it that way.
Vyrn: Still, it's way too early to call it quits. We overheard some islanders while we were in line.
Vyrn: Apparently there's this island out at sea that hasn't changed in forever. They say there's a primeval forest on it.
Shalem: A primeval forest?
Lyria: Yeah. I don't know if it's as old as the time of creation, but it probably feels different from the modernness of the beach.
Lyria: It'd be nice to get away from the crowds too. Why don't we find a small boat and sail out for a look?
Shalem: ...
Vyrn: Is that a no? You don't seem too thrilled.
Shalem: Hrrrnn...
Lyria: Shalem?
Shalem: Munch... My head is ringing...
Vyrn: Ouchies. That's what happens when you eat shaved ice too fast. So what I'm sayin' is you oughta stop eating and put that down till the pain goes away.
Lyria: Oh no! Should we go another day then?
Shalem: What an odd affliction. However, I must visit this primeval forest.
Shalem: (Captain). I command you to take responsibility and carry me.
Shalem: Hup.
Vyrn: Oh brother... If there's one thing that never fails, it's her laziness.
Lyria: Heehee... Come on! The dock is this way!
Rainy Beach Day: Scene 2
Upon reaching the primeval forest, Shalem is thrilled to find fruits and vegetation from her past. That giddiness doesn't last however—on closer inspection, it becomes clear that the things she thought she knew have changed over the course of history. As if to add insult to injury, a sudden downpour forces the crew to seek shelter in a cave.
A small rental boat carrying four passengers glides across the sea and eventually beaches on a quiet island.
The island's ecology certainly feels different, almost mystical in a way.
Shalem: Oho...
Lyria: This is the primeval forest the islanders mentioned. I've never seen anything like these plants before.
Vyrn: Loads of weird critters too. It all looks so ancient.
Shalem: Right. I'm not sure if the flora and fauna have survived since the time of creation, but the resemblance is uncanny.
Shalem: Oh?
Shalem: I know this fruit. Hard to bite into at first, but keep gnawing, and a sweet treat is your reward.
Shalem: This wild grass is made edible by boiling. Makes for a nice garnish too.
Shalem: As for that plant over there...
Lyria: Teehee. She's like a kid in a candy store.
Vyrn: Can you blame her? If I suddenly woke up hundreds of years in the future, I'd be happy to see stuff I recognize.
Lyria: It would be so nice if this island helps her regain her memories.
Shalem: (Captain) and retinue, you're in for a delight.
Shalem: Here, try this flower's nectar. It's amazingly sweet and nutritious like honey.
Lyria: Ooh... It looks so pretty too!
Vyrn: Yeah, no joke! Mind if I go first? My tummy's startin' to rumble.
Shalem: Go ahead. It'll whisk your hunger away.
Shalem: Coating the fruit in nectar makes for an out-of-this-world snack but sampling each edible separately works too.
Lyria: Wow, I'd love to try a yummy snack from the ancient days!
Shalem: Heheh. How the tables have turned. Now I am the educator instead of the one always being educated.
Shalem: Don't be shy with your questions. Feel free to ask with reverence. No need to thank me afterward by prostrating yourselves either.
Lyria: Hahaha. Thank you—
Vyrn: Bleeeagh!
Shalem: Hm?
Lyria: Vyrn!
Vyrn: Cough, cough... Pweh! What did I just eat?
Vyrn: This flower is spicier than a thousand peppers!
Shalem: What?
Lyria: Is it really? Let me try a little, Vyrn.
Lyria: Aaaah! Heeh heehh hooot!
Lyria: Gosh, that really is spicy. It's like my mouth is on fire...
Vyrn: Yikes... Maybe it just looks like the flower you knew, but it's actually different?
Shalem: Impossible...
Shalem: ...
Shalem: But if it's not a fluke, the fruit could also be...
Shalem returns bearing the fruit she'd found earlier. She mashes it against the corner of her mouth.
Unfortunately, the skin of the fruit proves too tough. It becomes clear to her that this isn't the fruit she once ate.
Vyrn: Hmm... So even though it looks the same on the outside, there's a bunch of differences.
Lyria: I'm sorry, Shalem. I guess it's not something from your time.
Shalem: ...
Shalem: Hmph. Don't I look like a fool. So much for being an educator.
Shalem: What can I possibly teach about a world I know nothing about?
Vyrn: Shalem...
Lyria: Uh-oh, it's starting to rain...
Vyrn: Dang, that summer shower came outta nowhere. Let's find some cover!
Shalem: Okay...
Rainy Beach Day: Scene 3
While sheltering from the rain inside a cave, Shalem discovers a worn hair clip. It turns out she'd once sought shelter with her travel buddies in this very cave back in her own time. The rain stops, and when Shalem steps out of the cave, the shining sun rays feel to her as if her old friends are saying hello.
(Captain) and company scurry into a nearby cave, taking shelter from the sudden downpour.
It falls in sheets and shows little sign of letting up anytime soon.
Shalem: Sigh... It's as if the seas and skies have swapped places.
Lyria: We got out of it just in time. Not that it would have been a big deal anyway since we're wearing bathing suits.
Shalem: True. This garment is quite comfortable. I may end up wearing it on a regular basis.
Vyrn: Hold on. You're plannin' on loungin' around the airship in that? Isn't that too... you know...
Shalem: What? Ohoho... Can't bring yourself to say the S-word?
Shalem: But aren't swimsuits designed for public exposure? You admitted as much yourself.
Lyria: Ahaha... I guess we sorta did...
Shalem: Checkmate.
Vyrn: Boy... She's got a way with words.
Vyrn: Trust me though, you don't wanna wear a swimsuit all the time. Just think of the skinned knees and elbows you'd get if you tripped.
Shalem: As if I were such a klutz. Who do you think I am?
Shalem: (Captain), wield your authority to make swimsuit-wearing compulsory. It's comfy to wear in the summer and trains fortitude in the winter.
Vyrn: Is that a joke? At least let us put some clothes on during the cold season, or else the whole crew'll get the sniffles—
Lyria: Achoo!
Shalem: Oh?
Lyria: Excuse me. My body's getting a little chilly—
Lyria: Choo!
Vyrn: You okay there? We'd better find a way to warm you up.
Shalem: (Captain), go gather wood and build a fire for Lyria.
Shalem: Meanwhile I'm going to go have a look over there—
Shalem: Oops.
Vyrn: Busted. Already took a spill in your swimsuit. That's gonna leave a mark.
Shalem: Hmph. There's something sticking out of the ground. A mortal must have discarded their trash here.
Shalem: This object is made of resin, which means it's synthetic?
Shalem: Its poor condition makes it difficult to identify—
Shalem: A hair clip?
Lyria: Do you know what it is, Shalem?
Shalem: It's a hair adornment from back then...
Shalem: From that journey...
Shalem: Sigh... It's as if the seas and skies have swapped places.
Shalem: This is all the adventurer's fault. The boy was right—we should've left earlier as he suggested.
Shalem: Foolish simpletons. Why are mortals so enamored with exploration?
Around the bonfire, sheepish smiles greet Shalem's blunt criticism.
The adventurer tries to explain their decision to stay, but the Dusk Speaker's attention has already shifted elsewhere.
Shalem: What are you doing, Priestess? I said I'm fine. You should focus on drying yourself off first.
Shalem: Of course I am. Unlike you mortals, I'm not enfeebled by a little water falling from the sky.
Shalem: Hey, are you listening to me?
The girl ignores Shalem and stands behind the Dusk Speaker. She wrings a towel and starts wiping down Shalem's soaked body.
Shalem reluctantly removes her hair clip and lets the girl work her magic with the towel. A smile crosses Shalem's face.
Shalem: Question, Adventurer.
Shalem: Even after arriving in these far away lands, do you still have no intention of ending your journey?
Shalem: I admit, accompanying you has influenced my perspective of mortal society for the better.
Shalem: But I can't guarantee if my master will accept you and your crew.
Crashing waves fill the following silence until the adventurer cuts in with hearty laughter.
One person joins the adventurer in guffawing, while someone else tries to put on a brave smile. Still another shrugs their shoulders.
Such unexpected responses stuns Shalem for a moment. She flings the hair clip at the adventurer with all her might.
Shalem: Simpletons, every single one. Nothing I say ever sinks into your skulls.
Shalem: So be it. This way I'll get to see the limits of what mortals are capable of.
Shalem: Heheh. Show me how you'll flail and flounder—
Shalem: ...!
Vyrn: Hellooo! Still with us?
Shalem: What am I doing here?
Lyria: You suddenly stopped talking, sat down, and stared off into space. Do you feel sick?
Shalem: No, I'm perfectly fine. And you?
Lyria: I'm okay. The dust in the cave must've tickled my nose.
Lyria: Um, what about that hair clip?
Shalem: Oh, this...
Vyrn: Hm? Check it out! The rain stopped!
Shalem: It's so blue...
The crew exits the cave and peers at the azure skies vacated of gray storm clouds.
In Shalem's mind, the breathtaking view is like receiving a message of encouragement from her past friends.
As the Dusk Speaker returns to the main island, she clutches the worn hair clip tightly and hopes to make more memories with her present friends.