Scenario:Baal - A Resonant Crowd

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A Resonant Crowd

Baal runs into the crew and comments on Lyria's ability to resonate with primals. Particularly interested in the resonance that (Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn share, Baal expresses his wish to see them again soon before walking off.



Lyria: Phew... It sure is packed.
Vyrn: Careful, Lyria. Wouldn't want us to get lost in this crowd.
(Captain) and company walk along a busy street in a large town.
???: Hey, (Captain).
Vyrn: Hm?
Lyria: That voice...
Baal: ...
Lyria: Baal!
Baal: It's been a while.
Lyria: Wow, what a coincidence! Sure had me startled!
Baal is an old primal acquaintance of Medusa.
The crew ran into him when searching for Medusa's older sisters.
Vyrn: Sure wasn't expecting to see you here. Color me surprised.
Baal: What do you mean?
Lyria: Haha, I think I understand.
Lyria: Considering where we first met you, it does feel a bit strange to bump into you in the middle of a bustling town.
Baal: Well, it's never been my intention to live the life of a hermit wandering the wilderness.
Baal: Actually, between me and the other three primals, I'd say I'm the one most accustomed to the lifestyle of mortals.
Vyrn: Whoa, you? Color me even more surprised!
Baal: Would you stop being taken aback by everything I say... What do you take me for?
Lyria: Um... I thought you liked it nice and quiet...
Vyrn: Same here. I got the impression you couldn't stand noisy racket.
Baal: I'm not sure what sort of situation you're imagining when you say that...
Baal: But I'm not exactly against noisy places.
Vyrn: Oh yeah?
Baal: Even a disorderly cacophony may contain fresh new chords if you're willing to perk up your ears and listen to the melody...
Baal: It's something I rather enjoy doing.
Vyrn: Chords?
Baal: I suppose it's beyond you two.
Lyria: I think I get it...
Lyria closes her eyes and covers her ears.
Lyria: I hear multiple running footsteps... Children... and their parents...
Lyria: A shopkeep is drawing in customers by shouting "Bargain sale!"...
There's the sound of carriage wheels...
Lyria: And the sound of a frying pan... I think those are... pancakes!
Lyria: Mm, they smell so good! Coming from the other side is the smell of grilled meat... Skewers maybe?
Vyrn: Whoa... How did we go from sounds of stuff to the scents of foods?
Lyria: Ah, good point! Ehehe...
Baal: It's not all that strange really.
Baal: The hustle and bustle we have here resonates to create a melody.
Baal shifts his gaze to Lyria once again.
Baal: Lyria, you were able to feel the resonance of the elements on that island as well.
Baal: ...
Lyria: Is that...
Lyria: A primal beast? No... This is a strange feeling.
Satyr: Lyria, you can sense it too?
Medusa: She sure can! Useful, isn't she?
Satyr: Wow! That's great!
Lyria: But this time is different...
Lyria: This feels... weaker? Maybe wider? Like a wave, rippling out to shore...
Medusa: Not half bad!
Medusa: What you're feeling is an amplified elemental resonance reaction.
Lyria: Elemental resonance?
Nezha: Baal, Medusa, Medusa's sisters—they're all primal beasts of earth. And that prime earth crystal shares their nature.
Nezha: The very essence of earth that resides inside all of them begins to react when they draw close to one another.
Nezha: Well, that's in layman's terms of course.
Nezha: I understand the concept, but I can't quite reproduce the effect in the same fashion as Baal.
Baal: You obviously have sharp senses.
Baal looks intently at Lyria, a smile spreading across his face.
Lyria: Huh... You really think so?
  1. Lyria's the best.
  2. That's close enough, Baal.


Choose: Lyria's the best.

Lyria: Ehehe... I wouldn't go that far, but thanks.
Baal: I wasn't too sure about you guys when I heard you were friendly with that loudmouth, Medusa.
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Choose: That's close enough, Baal.

(Captain) gently tugs on Lyria's arm, getting in between her and Baal.
Vyrn: Ooh. Feeling jealous, (Captain)?
Baal: Anyway...
Baal: I wasn't too sure about you guys when I heard you were friendly with that loudmouth, Medusa.

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Baal: But at the very least, I think I can get along better with you than her.
Vyrn: Going back to what I said earlier, Baal... You don't mind noisy racket, right?
Baal: Mm-hm... What of it?
Vyrn: Yet you call Snake Girl a loudmouth. What is it that you've got against her?
Baal: ...
Baal: Let's just say she and I have bad chemistry.
Lyria: Oh really?
Baal: That chatterbox has always dragged everyone and everything around her on her selfish whims.
Baal: Every time I gave her the time of day with an impromptu session, I only ended up getting tired out.
Lyria: Session?
Vyrn: So you say you two have bad chemistry, but you still bother having that session thing with Snake Girl...
Baal: What are you trying to say?
Vyrn: You two are one-and-the-same. Especially in how you express your feelings.
Baal: What!
Baal: How uncouth. Don't lump me in with her.
Vyrn: See, you just proved my point.
Baal: ...
Baal turns on his heels without even trying to mask his chagrin.
Baal: See you around.
Lyria: Huh? You're going already?
Baal: Humph.
After a few more steps, Baal turns back to gaze at the crew.
Baal: (They're sure to encounter many more primal beasts on their journey ahead.)
Baal: (Then perhaps my purpose should be...)
Lyria: Baal? Is everything okay?
Baal: I'm fine...
Baal: (The strange girl and dragon... and that capable skyfarer...)
Baal: (What connects the three of them...)
Baal: Is a cruel yet beautiful resonance.
Lyria: Hm?
Baal: We'll meet again.
His lips curved upward, Baal continues sauntering off.
The crew, in turn, waves goodbye as the primal disappears into the crowd.