Scenario:Helel ben Shalem - Hour of Inquisition

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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.