Scenario:Beatrix - The Embrasque Enigma

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The Embrasque Enigma

With the moon conflict over, Beatrix throws a welcome back party for Embrasque replete with homemade treats for the weapon. The others know swords can't eat, but after looking away for only a second, they find the treats are gone. Eustace stops by, having business with Beatrix but decides to save it for later. (Captain) is glad Eustace is enjoying the party but has a bad feeling about this "business" of his.



Beatrix: Uhhh, ahem.
Beatrix: We all settled in? Everyone's got their drinks ready, right? Let's get this thing started!
Beatrix: Here's to my trusty partner's recovery!
Beatrix: Cheers!
Vyrn & Lyria: Cheers!
Zeta: Ahaha, cheers!
(Captain), too, raises a cup and looks to the guest of honor sitting—nay, propped up on a chair—at the head of the table.
Beatrix: Oh, (Captain)! Wanna clink glasses with Embrasque?
Beatrix: That's what we like to hear! Come on, move your butt!
Excitedly, Beatrix drags (Captain) by the arm over to her beloved weapon.
She beams like a child at her birthday party, drawing a smile out of (Captain) as well.
The captain's glass taps Embrasque's red grip.
Beatrix: Embrasque says "cheers" too! Hehehe!
Lyria: Hehe, Beatrix and Embrasque are positively glowing with happiness.
Vyrn: That's nice to see and all, but I hope she doesn't keel over by the end.
Zeta: Let her have her fun. It's a party for her best pard's return, you know?
Zeta: I haven't seen her smile like that in such a long time. If she passes out from running around, then we'll just carry her to bed.
Vyrn: Guess you're right. Sure was surprising though when she suddenly sprung this party on us.
Vyrn's comment reminds (Captain) of the events leading up to the celebration.
Everything was set in motion some hours ago.
With the skies saved from the moon, and Cassius safely returned home, life for the crew had settled down...
At least until Beatrix ran up to (Captain) with her newly revived Embrasque in hand.
Beatrix: (Captain)! Vyrn! Lyria! Zetaaa!
Zeta: You don't have to scream for us to hear you. What is it?
Beatrix: Let's go all out! Right now! Everything's already good to go!
Beatrix: So you can't say no, heh!
Zeta: Uh-huh. Settle down, girl, and tell us what exactly we can't say no to.
Beatrix: A welcome-back party for Embrasque, duh!
Beatrix: It's finally back in action! We gotta celebrate! We have to! No ifs, ands, or buts about it!
She holds Embrasque up like a proud parent.
And like a proud child, it beams in response.
Embrasque—a special blade known as a seal weapon.
It is also Beatrix's beloved sword and partner. Together they have overcome challenge after challenge.
However, this was not always the case.
Its blade was shattered in a battle against Alandus when he betrayed the Society.
The damage seemed irreparable...
Beatrix: Look at it! Boom! Embrasque is back! Well, sort of.
But a small portion was restored thanks to the efforts of Society research and Divine General Mahira.
Things would only get better for Embrasque in the strife that followed.
Lyria: Ah! Embrasque is responding!
Raybury: Sorry for the wait. But I hope you'll find that it was worth it.
Beatrix: Embrasque!
Glowing with an intense purple aura, the sword regains its original form in Beatrix's hands.
Zeta: Congrats, Bea!
Beatrix: Whoo! I've got my baby back!
The recovery program Raybury prepared allowed for a complete restoration.
Beatrix: You guys'll join in, right? Don't leave us hanging!
Lyria: A welcome-back party for Embrasque... Hehehe, sounds fun. Of course we're up for it!
Zeta: Not too often someone celebrates a weapon's recovery. It's lucky to have you as its partner.
Zeta: Anyway, who am I to say no? I'm in!
With a nod from (Captain) as well, the group agrees to the party.
Beatrix: Heheh, I knew you'd say yes, so I already prepped everything!
Beatrix: There's a mountain of sweets waiting that'll melt your teeth and taste buds!
Bursting with excitement, she leads them to the party area.
Beatrix: Embrasque! We owe you for bailing us out during the whole thing with Diaspora!
Beatrix: Without you, we would've...
Beatrix: ...
Beatrix: Ugh... Definitely not something I want to think about.
Zeta: Got its groove back at just the right time, that's for sure.
Beatrix: I just wish you would've come back sooner!
Beatrix: Do you know how awful things got without you around?
Beatrix: After you got messed up, I had to finish a covert mission without you...
Beatrix: Mm, you were always by my side, that's true. It's all over and done with anyway!
Beatrix: Huh? You were that worried about me? S-sorry...
Beatrix: Hey, you worried me just as much!
Beatrix: Gah, I don't wanna hear it! This conversation's over! Just be quiet and enjoy the party!
Vyrn: ...
Vyrn: I'm never gonna get over hearin' someone speak with their sword.
Lyria: What do you think they're saying to each other?
Vyrn: No idea. You sure it can actually talk? What if she's been pranking us this whole time?
Zeta: Hm... Feels like she's not faking it to me, at least. Remember what Mahira said before?
Zeta's words prompt an early conversation to come to mind.
Mahira: Another thing I found interesting is that Embrasque most resembles an automagod out of all the seal weapons.
Beatrix: Huh? What makes you say that? It's still in the shape of a sword.
Vaseraga: That does make sense, on multiple fronts.
Zeta: Embrasque always did seem to have a strong will of its own. Sure, it kept its sword form, but you could see small changes in how it looked.
Zeta: You've even said yourself that you could hear its voice, Bea.
Beatrix: I'm not sure I fully understand, but does that mean Embrasque will end up just like Grynoth and Arianensa?
Mahira: No. As I said earlier, there's no need to worry about that happening.
Mahira: It may be the closest to an automagod, but it's ultimately something else entirely.
Zeta: Only Bea knows for sure...
Zeta: But she's having such a blast that I'm inclined to believe her conversations are real.
Lyria: Hehe, watching her makes me wish I could speak with Embrasque too!
Beatrix: Don't just wish—give it a try!
Lyria: Huh?
Beatrix grabs Lyria by the hand and brings her face-to-face with her partner.
Lyria: Um...
Lyria: W-welcome back, Embrasque.
Lyria: Ah...
Lyria: I think it's saying "thank you"?
Beatrix: Ding-ding! So you can hear Embrasque after all!
Lyria: Yay! That was our first conversation ever!
Vyrn: Does it really count as a convo if you can guess what was said...
Zeta: Ahaha, why sweat the details? Lyria, congrats.
Lyria: Thanks!
Beatrix: Now that we're all in a festive mood, it's time to bust out the main dish! Embrasque, hope you're ready to chow down!
Vyrn: Uh...
Beatrix: Ta-da! Lovely Melty Bea Pie! Topped with extra cream!
Beatrix: And that's not all! Here's a Cute and Dreamy Bea Macaron and a Fancy Bea Langue de Chat—
Vyrn: Whoa, okay, wait!
Beatrix: Relax, I'll get to you guys soon. There's plenty to go around.
Beatrix: How about a Fancy Bea Biscuit? Or a Twinkle Star Bea Eclair?
One after another, Beatrix places an assortment of pastel colored treats on the table.
Lyria: Oh my gosh, it's like looking at a cute rainbow of desserts...
Zeta: You made all this yourself? Forget being a weapon contractor. Maybe you should've been a patissier this whole time.
Beatrix: Butter me up as much as you want—you won't get anything besides food!
Vyrn: Which we haven't even tasted yet.
Vyrn: Wait... Hold on.
Vyrn: That, uh, lovely whatever...
Beatrix: You mean the Lovely Melty Bea Pie and the Cute and Dreamy Bea Ma—
Vyrn: Right. So movin' past your sense of naming...
Vyrn: You seriously tryin' to feed Embrasque this stuff?
Beatrix: Uh, yeah? Why do you think I made all this stuff?
Vyrn: Pretty sure you can't feed food to a weapon, no matter how special it is...
Beatrix: Hm... You think so?
Beatrix: The important thing is showing Embrasque that it's appreciated!
Soon enough, the table overflows with Beatrix's baked treats.
Zeta: It's almost like we're making a huge offering to a primal beast deified by a town or temple.
Lyria: Hehehe, we are pretty blessed to have this much food!
As the others chat, (Captain) catches a whiff of something acrid.
Zeta: Hold on... Something smells like it's burning. Bea, you didn't leave the oven on, did you?
Beatrix: Well, the Bea Apple Cake should still be—
Beatrix: The caaake!
Zeta: Bea! I don't care how excited you are, you know you shouldn't leave any fires unattended!
Beatrix: U-ugh, you're not wrong! My caaakeee!
Zeta: Oh no... Wait! I'm coming too!
Zeta: You're going to burn yourself just like last time if you don't calm down!
Vyrn: Scatterbrained like always...
Eustace: Did you expect anything less?
Vyrn: Uwah!
Lyria: Eustace? When did you get here?
Eustace: Just now.
Lyria: Are you here for the party too?
Eustace: I've got other business. Need to tell Bea—
Eustace: ...
Lyria: Eustace?
Eustace: Where did all the sweets disappear to?
(Captain) follows Eustace's line of sight.
The gigantic pile of food is gone, leaving only empty plates in its place.
Vyrn: Everything's gone? Lyria, don't tell me you...
Lyria: I-I promise I didn't eat anything! Beatrix's sweets are always very tasty, but...
Lyria: I wouldn't eat Embrasque's food without permission!
Vyrn: That's true, sorry... Where did it all go then?
As the group ponders the mystery, Zeta and Beatrix return.
Beatrix: Ahh... I can't believe I burned a bit of it...
Zeta: It's probably fine. The amount of sugar you pour into your recipes should cover it up.
Beatrix: Hehe, I guess so. The burnt parts might even highlight other flavors and make it taste even better!
Beatrix: Like caramelized topping!
Zeta: If you want to go that route... Why not add custard cream into the mix and turn it into pudding?
Beatrix: You're a genius. No, wait, I'm also a genius. I was about to suggest the same thing.
Zeta: Okay, genius.
Zeta: Huh... Where'd all the food go? Don't tell me Lyria—
Lyria: I-I didn't! Geez, even you thought so...
Zeta: Sorry. Guess that only leaves Eustace... But he wouldn't snack like that, so he's out.
Beatrix: Hehe, obviously Embrasque's the culprit!
Beatrix: Told me it was all delicious too!
Zeta: What?
Beatrix: Hm?
Beatrix: It could've been sweeter? Talk about having a sweet tooth!
Vyrn: A sweet tooth... You seriously sayin' the sword ate all the...
Vyrn: Nah, I refuse to believe it.
Zeta: I can't tell the fact from fiction anymore.
Eustace: Those two are always a chaotic mix of surprises.
Zeta: Ahaha, like wielder like sword, or maybe a pair of odd siblings.
Beatrix: Heheh! That means I'm the older sister!
Zeta: More like younger.
Beatrix: Hey! I'm way more mature! Don't deny it!
Eustace: Heh...
Beatrix: And what are you laughing about? You looking down on me too?
Beatrix: Sit down and get a mouthful of my cuisine, and you'll realize how right I am!
Vyrn: Before that, I think Sourpuss wanted to talk to you about somethin'.
Eustace: We can discuss it later. Right now let's humor Beatrix.
Eustace smiles and takes a seat at the table.
The party begins in earnest, with conversation and laughter filling the room.
However, in the back of (Captain)'s mind, dread builds at the thought of whatever news Eustace brings.