Scenario:Bzzt! Amped-Up Summer - Opening

Bzzt! Amped-Up Summer - Opening

When the Lowain bros get fired up talking about their upcoming part-time job at the crew's next destination, Olivia wonders why the children of man place so much emphasis on food. Meanwhile in Auguste, an overabundance of unsold eals leads to them being discarded en masse.

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(Captain) and company take a leisurely cruise through the skies in anticipation of their long-awaited vacation.

Any version of Olivia (Grand) is a crew member

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It is a merry time for all aboard the Grandcypher as they venture toward their next destination.

Olivia: ...

For all but one, that is. Olivia stands alone on the deck, her eyes settled on the vast horizon before her.

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No version of Olivia (Grand) in crew

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(Captain) and company take a leisurely cruise through the skies in anticipation of their long-awaited vacation.

It is a merry time for all aboard the Grandcypher as they venture toward their next destination.

Olivia: ...

Olivia stands alone on the deck, her eyes settled on the vast horizon before her.

She joined the crew shortly after the cataclysms that shook the world.

The unbalancing of the tetra-elements governed by the four primarchs caused islands all over to begin sinking.

It was then that Olivia's island sunk into the abyss. In her search for safe haven, she caught sight of the crew amid the chaos.

Touched by their efforts in working together with primal beasts to thwart the cataclysms, Olivia asked to join the crew.

As the primal beast who wields the power of dusk, she can grant any foe a fitting ending, thus providing the crew with absolute protection at times of rest.

(Captain) gladly accepted her request, and they have been traveling together ever since.

Olivia: ...

But her true identity and purpose remain concealed to the crew.

Olivia: (Primal beast Olivia... That title, while not wrong, is not correct either.)

Olivia: (Long ago, when the Astrals took over the skydoms, I was born an archangel—one of the original primal beasts.)

Olivia: (With my mastery over dusk, I was tasked with preventing nightmares from seeping into the Sky Realm. But that was in the past.)

Olivia: (It was not long until my brethren and I stood against the lords and their Creator... So we became fallen angels as a result.)

Olivia: (We fought bravely; yet we were defeated. As a matter of course, we fallen few were sealed within Pandemonium.)

Olivia: (One day we will ascend once more. But to assure our victory, I will first need to observe our foe's movements.)

Olivia: (So long as I remain close to the singularity, I should be able to ascertain the movements of our enemies—including the supreme primarch's.)

Olivia: (Although I find it distasteful that I must feign to be an ally to a child of man...)

Olivia: (Brethren, I will fulfill my role and release you all from Pandemonium!)

Olivia's true objective is to free her captive brethren from Pandemonium.

She patiently observes the movements of her enemies, biding her time for a chance to strike.

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Olivia: (I've yet to uncover a way to save you all...)

Olivia: (I must act before the supreme primarch takes notice of me...)

Olivia: (But no... I cannot allow impetuosity to be my undoing. I shall remain patient until the opportunity arises...)

Vyrn: There you are, Olivia!

Olivia: Ah. Were you looking for me, Vyrn?

Vyrn: Yeah, it's chow time! I'm calling everyone who hasn't come to the mess hall yet!

Olivia: I see. Thank you for letting me know. I'll accompany you there.

Most in the crew have already gathered in the mess hall, making for a lively scene.

Lowain and his brosome buddies, Tomoi and Elsam, come out of the galley.

They approach (Captain), who waits in line for food, with a request of sorts.

Lowain: This dude we know from way back's been hit with a double whammy: food poisoning and heatstroke.

Tomoi: With how it's profit season and all, it's kinda on us to help a bro out, you know?

Elsam: Dude's in 'Guste, so we were thinkin' of helpin' out at the eal stand while enjoyin' the sun and...

Lowain: So the point is we need, like...

The Three: A double-work permit!

1. Permit? Nah, just do what you gotta.

Choose: Permit? Nah, just do what you gotta.

The Three: Thank you very macho!

Lyria: Teehee, maaacho!

Lowain: Yo, wassup, Lyri-rad. You sayin' it like a pro!

Scathacha: Haha, what a racket.

Olivia: Has everyone already gathered? My apologies for keeping you all waiting.

Vyrn: So what were you guys chitchattin' about?

Lyria: It looks like Lowain and them will be working the eal stands this summer!

Vyrn: What's an eal? Do you mean veal?

Scathacha: Eal? That sounds just as strange to my ear. Tell us more.

Lowain: They're, like, these crazy long fish you can catch in Cyrath Island's jungles. Place is in 'Guste territory.

Tomoi: You can barbecue 'em, boil 'em, saute 'em. There's even eal kabobs, eal gumbo, pan-fried, deep-fried, stir-fried—

Elsam: Dude, you can't forget about the holy grail of eals...

The Three: Broil my eal, wahey!

Scathacha: Broil your what? You're not making any sense.

Lowain: We chop it into plump fillets, pour on a dose o' thick, sweet, salty sauce, and then put 'em on slow burn.

Lowain: Broiled eals are, like, the stuff of legends, I'm tellin' ya. I could eat that stuff all day.

Tomoi: Bro, just gimme the sauce and I'm good to go!

Elsam: Nah, brofams. Just gimme a sniff and I'll be on cloud ninety-nine.

Lowain and Tomoi: Word—

Tomoi: Wait, cloud ninety-nine? Seriously? I'd need more than a sniff to get there.

Lowain: Mm, shootin' the breeze about that broiled goodness has got my stomach rumblin'!

Elsam: It's a been-there-done-that deal for me. I once had rice while watchin' this guy cook up a storm.

Elsam: Every bite was as juicy as an eal!

Lowain: Dude, that's pretty woke.

Tomoi: Yeah, man, Sammy's imagination goes places.

A naive question arises in Olivia's mind.

Olivia: As long as we are able to procure sufficient nutrition, does it matter what we choose to digest?

Scathacha: Hm?

Scathacha: Daughter of dusk. I recall you're a primal beast?

Olivia: Correct. And rumors tell me you are the True Dragon Deirdre—

Scathacha: Scathacha. You can call me that while I'm in this form.

Olivia: Very well, Lady Scathacha. I shall keep that in mind.

Olivia: And I am also known as Olivia. I would much appreciate it if you could call me by that name.

Scathacha: Hm. Olivia, I see. I'm not too sure about Lady Scathacha though. Sounds a bit stiff.

Scathacha: I prefer to keep things simple. Just call me Scathacha.

Olivia: Of course. Well then, Scathacha, did you have an opinion to express?

Scathacha: Olivia, as beings who've transcended mere mortals, I have some good news for you.

Scathacha: The actions of people don't always follow a logical course. But they most certainly are interesting.

Scathacha: Their profound love of foods of all sorts never ceases to amaze me.

Scathacha: They never give a second thought to the trouble they must go through for tasty morsels.

Scathacha: To mortals, the feasts that they produce from raw ingredients are a treat to be savored.

Scathacha: In a way, it's their culture to enjoy good conversation while dining on good food.

Scathacha: To sum that all up by saying "procuring nutrition" can be seen as uncouth.

Rosetta: What a curious conversation you two are having.

Olivia: Rosetta.

Scathacha: As one who's had more time mingling with mortals, I was merely telling her a bit of what I've noticed.

Scathacha: Rosetta, as a fellow primal beast, surely you have a few things to teach Olivia.

Rosetta: Well, you're right... There's something special about the lives that people lead—something that we lack.

Rosetta: I, and all the other primals in the crew, find it most comforting and precious.

Rosetta: The day will come when you'll feel it too, Olivia. I'm sure of it.

Rosetta: Until then... I think it's okay to just be yourself.

Olivia: ...

Scathacha: Since you dine and doze with them in a shared living space, if you should ever lose that sense of wonderment about each other, life'll quickly become a painful bore.

Olivia: Is that so...

Scathacha: I've said a lot, but there's no need to think too hard about it.

Scathacha: Just cast yourself adrift and enjoy things as they are for now.

Olivia: I suppose you do have a point.

Olivia: I, too, am a member of this crew.

Olivia: As such it is only fair that I exert some effort into understanding the motivations behind the actions taken by the children of man.

Scathacha: That's a fine way to go about it.

Rosetta: Hehe.

Another day, another war on the Auguste Isles.

Vendor Guy: This is the season to be diggin' into these luscious eals! Perfect for an energy boost!

Vendor Lady: Cyrath eals fried fresh this morning! You won't find a better price anywhere else! Not to mention the tastiest you'll find around here to boot!

With eals in season, competition heats up at the market and between food stands to see who can attract the most customers. Only this year, it's reached a tipping point.

The recent poor haul has caused the price of eals to skyrocket. With hardly anyone willing to buy them anymore, the problem of the non-moving inventory only worsens with each passing day.

Vendor Guy: Ugh, can't sell these anymore. Left 'em out in the sun for too long.

Vendor Lady: Temperature's supposed to go up tomorrow. Ought to be more eals in the sea as a result. I'm gon' have to double my catch!

Cleaning Guy 1: Man, can you believe they just chuck these out? Don't they know eals are supposed to be in season?

Cleaning Guy 2: Probably a supply issue. Sure seems like a waste though...

Mass amounts of eal meat continue to be disposed of as dead stock.

???: What the heck are we gonna do wit' all these fish tanks when the world's yappin' about eals goin' extinct?

???: Consider yourselves lucky. Only reason you chums get the eal fishing grounds for yourselves is thanks to the boss.

Eal Fisherman 1: I couldn't be more thankful. It's a poor haul this year, but this ought to be enough to—

Eal Fisherman 2: Some killer fish is at it again! We've got two casualties this time!

Eal Fisherman 1: Oh no...

???: What's this about killer fish?

Monkey: Oo-ooh, aah-ah!

Monkey: Oo-ooh, aa-ah-aaah! Ooh-ooh!

The monkey perched up in the tree beats its chest in agitation.

???: ...

It stares toward the sea, where a mysterious fish discharges electricity in the vicinity.