Scenario:Ilsa - Shoreline Love Story
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Shoreline Love Story
Ilsa is on vacation in Auguste, where she runs into Korwa and the crew who are also there for a spot of fun. Ilsa thanks Korwa for the wonderful job she did on her swimsuit, after which Korwa invites her to join them for a game of beach volleyball.
In contrast to the balmy backdrop of Auguste Isles, the Society's training regimen is as severe as always.
Ilsa: You maggots won't have the priviledge to choose your battlefield. No matter where war unfolds, you must always be ready to bear arms and face your enemy head on!
Ilsa: Will you be shriveled-up crap maggots forever, or will you be the pupa that wriggles out of the pile? The choice is yours! Show me your resolve!
With training over and a whole day off in front of her, Ilsa walks alone along the cobalt blue seaside.
Ilsa: Ahh...
Ilsa: (My long-awaited day off... It's finally here!)
Ilsa: (This is no ordinary leave. I'm at a beach, a resort... This is a proper vacation!)
Ilsa takes a look around the beach, observing young beachgoers enjoying some fun under the sun.
Skirt Chaser: Yo, guys! I'm gonna split the watermelon in a sec. Someone lend a hand!
Cheerful Girl: Oh look, there's a swimming area! Come on, let's go!
Mild-Mannered Guy: I'm kinda tired... Maybe we should take a break in that tent.
Ilsa: (Everyone's enjoying the beach in their own way... Time is of the essence. First I should go for a swim.)
???: Come, come! The beach house is this way, everyone!
Ilsa: That voice...
Lyria: So many beach balls... Which pattern should we go with?
Korwa: How about this blue one here? The size looks just right, don't you think?
Ilsa: I thought I heard your voice, Korwa.
Korwa: Hm?
Korwa: Oh, Ilsa! What a coincidence!
Korwa: Thank you so much for your heartfelt letter the other day. The swimsuit really does look splendid on you!
Ilsa: Thank you. Are you and (Captain)'s crew here on vacation as well?
Korwa: Mm-hmm. Whenever they need a little time off their adventures, they'll give me a holler.
Lyria: Are you taking today off as well, Ilsa?
Ilsa: Yes, just for today... It's back to the grind tomorrow.
Korwa: You really are a busy bee!
Ilsa: I'm just glad to have this day off.
Ilsa: By the way, did you design the swimsuit you're wearing? Cute and chic—I wouldn't expect anything less.
Korwa: Thank you! I'm glad the one I made for you looks lovely as well.
Korwa: Especially the mantle—it really enhances your aura of valor and gallantry!
Vyrn: Hey, how come the others from the Society aren't with you?
Ilsa: There's a training facility nearby, but I wouldn't want to spoil the mood on my day off, so I came here alone.
Korwa: Is that right? In that case, would you like to join us?
Korwa: We were just about to play a game of beach volleyball.
Ilsa: May I really? By all means, I'd love to.
Lyria: Yay! Isn't that great, (Captain)?
Ilsa immediately starts warming up in earnest upon arriving at the volleyball court.
Vyrn: You're gettin' really into it, aren'tcha?
Ilsa: Humph... Even when it comes to games, don't expect me to ease up. Victory is victory!
Korwa: Hehe... Ilsa's not pulling any punches today. I'm not gonna hold back either, (Captain)!
Lyria: Grr, we're not gonna lose! Right, (Captain)?
Choose: That's right! Bring it!
Ilsa: Excellent... That's the kind of spirit you should take into battle!
Ilsa: Heh-heh... Now things are starting to heat up!
Ilsa: Excuse me? That namby-pamby garbage isn't fit for a skyfaring crew captain.
Ilsa: Or perhaps this is a ruse to lower my guard? You of all people shouldn't pull that trick on me!
Korwa: That's right! It's common courtesy to reciprocate when someone challenges you to battle!
With Korwa's encouragement, (Captain) musters the courage to loudly proclaim, "That's right! Bring it!"
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Korwa: Let us help each other make this a good match, Ilsa.
Ilsa: By the way, I think we're about the same age... I'm not your customer right now, so you can spare me the formalities.
Ilsa: Just call me Ilsa—only if you're comfortable with it, of course...
Korwa: R-really?
Korwa: Well then, ahem...
Korwa: Ilsa! Let's beat (Captain) together!
Ilsa: Yeah! I'm counting on you, Korwa!
With a newfound sense of camaraderie, the two Erunes share an enthusiastic high-five.
Shoreline Love Story: Scene 2
While playing volleyball, Ilsa leaves the court to retrieve a wayward ball and is hit on by a tenacious skirt chaser. (Captain) comes to rescue Ilsa from the unwanted attention, but Ilsa has a feeling this isn't the last she'll see of the lothario.
Ilsa: Hyaaah!
Lyria: Wa-waaahhh!
Lyria: Aww... I let them score on us again...
The results of their team lottery have placed (Captain) on a team together with Vyrn and Lyria against Ilsa and Korwa.
Korwa: Nice one, Ilsa! Keep it up!
Ilsa: That one was all thanks to your assist.
(Captain)'s team struggles to keep up against Ilsa and Korwa, whose teamwork and coordination are completely in sync.
Vyrn: Sheesh! I didn't think it'd come to this. Come on, (Captain)! It's time for... that.
(Captain) nods affirmingly, switching positions with Vyrn.
Ilsa: Oh? What kind of play do you have in store for us this time?
Ilsa serves up another ball and strikes down on it without restraint.
(Captain) dives for the dig, rebounding the ball to Lyria.
Lyria: Here!
Vyrn: Take this!
Lyria hits the ball into a perfect arc. Vyrn is in position, wound up and ready to strike.
Ilsa: Huh?
However, he whiffs the ball completely, and it's (Captain)'s hand instead that fiercely spikes it for the kill.
Ilsa: (Not only did they mislead us with the decoy, it went a totally different direction than telegraphed...)
Korwa: Aww, geez!
Korwa's last-second dive is in vain as the ball hits the sand within their court.
Vyrn: All right! Nice one, (Captain)!
Korwa: Grr! They really got us... You won't get us with that trick again!
Ilsa: That's right. We're on to you now!
However, without anyone or anything to stop the ball, it continues to bounce down the shore.
Ilsa: At ease, everyone. I'll retrieve it.
The ball finally comes to a stop before the feet of a young man, who picks it up.
Skirt Chaser: Hmm? A ball?
Ilsa: Ah, sorry. That's mine. Could you toss it my way?
After retrieving the ball from the man, Ilsa begins to head back to the volleyball court.
Skirt Chaser: Whoa, girl! Hold on a second—you're a grade A hottie! How old are you? Where you coming from?
Ilsa: (Oh, geez... Now this guy's trying to hit on me. I guess something like this isn't unheard of at a beach, but still.)
Ilsa: Sorry, my friends are waiting. I don't have time to talk with you.
Skirt Chaser: Oh, you guys playing beach volleyball?
Skirt Chaser: Are you winning? You know, maybe your team could use my help. What do you say?
Ilsa: We're actually up right now—your help won't be required.
Skirt Chaser: A strong woman, huh! Now that's what I like to see!
Skirt Chaser: Then how about a match against me? There's a big court right over there. Come on, it'll be fun!
Ilsa: You've got a lot of mettle to be this persistent with someone like me. I'll give you that.
Ilsa is unsure of how to brush off this unrelenting, unwanted solicitation.
Gran is the Main Character
Meanwhile (Captain) is worried something may have happened to Ilsa and leaves to search for her.
Choose: You got some business with my friend?
Ilsa: (Captain)? I'm sorry. Did you come looking for me?
Skirt Chaser: So this guy here's your friend? Perfect! You can join us too!
Ilsa: Sorry, but we can't keep our friends waiting any longer. Goodbye.
After finally prying themselves from the persistent playboy, Ilsa and (Captain) make their way back.
Ilsa: Sorry if I worried you, (Captain). I appreciate you coming to help.
Ilsa: But maybe you could've said something like, "That's my girlfriend!" to get him to leave sooner.
Ilsa boldly laughs, giving (Captain) a hearty slap on the shoulders.
Choose: Are you bothering my girlfriend?
Ilsa: (Captain)? Oh... Right.
Ilsa: Sorry, pal. As you can see, I don't think my boyfriend here would approve.
Ilsa wraps her arm around (Captain)'s shoulders, pulling him closely.
Skirt Chaser: Boyfriend? This guy's just a kid. You'd be better off with a real man like me!
Ilsa: Is that so? In that case you should've shown me how a real man would've acted.
Ilsa: Sorry, but we can't keep our friends waiting any longer. Goodbye.
After finally prying themselves from the persistent playboy, Ilsa and (Captain) make their way back.
Ilsa: Sorry for making you worry, (Captain). You caught on pretty quickly though. I'm impressed.
Ilsa: What would you have done if I had taken you seriously though?
Ilsa gives (Captain) a hearty smile and a pat on the head.
Djeeta is the Main Character
Meanwhile (Captain) is worried something may have happened to Ilsa and leaves to search for her.
Choose: You got some business with my friend?
Ilsa: (Captain)? I'm sorry. Did you come looking for me?
Skirt Chaser: Oh, is this cutie here your friend? Perfect! You can join us too!
Ilsa: Sorry, but we can't keep our friends waiting any longer. Goodbye.
After finally prying themselves from the persistent playboy, Ilsa and (Captain) make their way back.
Ilsa: Sorry if I worried you, (Captain). I appreciate you coming to help.
Ilsa: Always be careful when someone calls out to you. You never know what their real intentions could be.
Ilsa looks (Captain) in the eyes and smiles gently.
Choose: Are you bothering my girlfriend?
Ilsa: ...!
(Captain)?
(Captain)?
Skirt Chaser: G-girlfriend?
Ilsa: Hehehe... Ahahaha! I see now.
Ilsa laughs boldly, pulling (Captain) in close to her side.
Ilsa: You heard her. Need I explain further?
Skirt Chaser: Um... N-no...
Ilsa: Keep talking if you insist. By all means sell me on the appeal of a man.
Ilsa: Shall we return, lover dearest?
After finally prying themselves from the persistent playboy, Ilsa and (Captain) make their way back.
Ilsa: I was irresolute on what to do with that guy, but I must admit I didn't think to do that.
Ilsa: And I've been trained to make quick judgments in any situation—that was truly impressive, (Captain).
Ilsa looks (Captain) in the eyes and smiles proudly.
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Ilsa: (Thanks to (Captain) it looks like I managed to give him the slip, but he probably hasn't completely given up yet.)
Ilsa: (Then I need only prepare myself for the next encounter. Even if it is just a trivial man...)
Ilsa turns with some apathy to take a look at the man, whose back is now turned.
Shoreline Love Story: Scene 3
Ilsa and the crew are invited to a barbecue by the skirt chaser. A young man and a woman, friends of the skirt chaser, seem to have an interest in each other, but they fail to take action. Ilsa and Korwa step in to save this potential romance, forcing the crew to help with their matchmaking plan.
After an intense set of volleyball matches, (Captain) and the crew begin to pack up.
Korwa: Whoo, that was a blast! Volleyball at the beach really is the best!
Ilsa: Indeed... It's been a while since I've been able to let loose like this.
Skirt Chaser: Hey, hey! Looks like the match is over! So who's the winner?
Ilsa: (I knew it... This guy really doesn't know when to quit.)
Ilsa: We've been alternating team members, so there weren't any winners or losers.
Ilsa: Do you have any business with us?
Skirt Chaser: I was just thinking we could share some of this watermelon together! Here!
The man presents the crew with a tray of fresh watermelon.
Vyrn: Wow, it looks really red and sweet! Can we really?
Skirt Chaser: You know it! We had a bunch left over. Don't hold back, little guy—dig in!
Lyria: Yay! Thank you!
Lyria: Nom nom...
Lyria: Wow... It's so sweet and delicious!
Skirt Chaser: Totally, right? I just knew this watermelon would be a hit!
Skirt Chaser: We're actually having a barbecue over there. You guys are welcome to join us. I mean, you're probably starving, right?
Vyrn: A barbecue! I'm up for it!
Korwa: Now that sounds enticing. How about it, guys?
As Vyrn and the others get excited, (Captain) looks at Ilsa with concern.
Ilsa: If you guys wish to go, there's no reason to refuse.
Ilsa: I guess we'll take you up on your offer. Could you lead the way?
Skirt Chaser: All right! This way, everyone!
(Captain) and the others follow his lead to a beachside barbecue area.
An assortment of freshly caught Auguste seafood is lined up on the grill—the savory aroma is nearly intoxicating.
Vyrn: Mmm... Everything looks grilled to perfection!
Ilsa: Impressive. The fresh seafood here really is packed full of flavor.
Skirt Chaser: Like what you see? Here, I'll even let you have my roasted clam!
Ilsa: (I've gotta say... Despite everything his tenacity actually is quite impressive.)
Ilsa: No thanks. I'm capable of picking my own food.
Skirt Chaser: So... You got any other plans today? If not, I wouldn't mind showing you around!
Ilsa: And leave your friends here? Don't you guys need to watch the grill?
Skirt Chaser: They'll be fine, no doubt! You've got such a compassionate heart, worrying about them.
Ilsa: Rather than a chatterbox, I think I'd prefer someone who knows how to work the grill for their friends.
Ilsa sticks her chin up and quickly stands up to leave.
As Ilsa makes her way around the barbecue site, she finds Korwa standing alone, speaking to herself.
Korwa: Come on, just do it! It's the beach! A barbecue! The stage is set, now go already!
Korwa: Sigh... At this rate, their beautiful story may never bloom.
Ilsa: What's the matter? Did you say something about a story?
Korwa: Oh, Ilsa!
Korwa: Look, look—right over there! That young man standing over there, do you see him?
Ilsa: ...?
Ilsa looks out at Korwa's urging and finds a young man in the distance.
Mild-Mannered Guy: ...
The meat on his plate is untouched as the man focuses his attention on a young girl.
Cheerful Girl: Um... What is it?
Mild-Mannered Guy: Oh... Uh, sorry.
Cheerful Girl: ...
The girl seems to have noticed his awkward gaze, timidly shrugging her shoulders.
Ilsa: I see... So he's taken a liking to that woman?
Korwa: Exactly! But he's done nothing but stare at her this whole time.
Ilsa: It's clear just from her expression that the woman wishes to talk to him as well. Can he not see that?
Even with the most ideal conditions one could ask for, the couple shows no signs of progress. Ilsa lets a groan escape, her arms crossed in frustration.
Skirt Chaser: Yo, we're already out of food? Bummer... Who wants to go on a food run?
Ilsa: Did you hear that?
Korwa: Yeah. You thinking what I'm thinking?
After hearing the voices in the distance, the girls hatch a plan together for the potential couple.
Vyrn: Whatcha guys up to?
Korwa: Oh, good. Perfect timing, you guys.
Ilsa: I'll go let that skirt chaser know. Korwa, prepare to move forward with our operation.
Korwa: Roger that!
Korwa: Come on, guys! Follow me.
Vyrn: Wh-what's going on?
Despite not fully grasping the situation, (Captain) and the others follow Korwa's lead.
Mild-Mannered Guy: ...
Cheerful Girl: Um... And so...
As the young couple walk together to the store, (Captain) and the crew secretly follow them.
Lyria: Um... So what's happening here?
Korwa: Don't you see? We're going to help those two find their happy ending!
Any version of Korwa is a crew member
Ilsa: In order to have any chance for sparks to fly, they need to at least have some one-on-one time with each other.
No version of Korwa in crew
Lyria: Their happy ending?
Korwa: Exactly! These two have clearly taken an interest in each other. Their story just has to conclude with a happy ending!
Ilsa: In order to realize this ending, they need some one-on-one time together.
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Ilsa: So when we heard they were out of food, we knew it was our chance to strike.
Korwa: Ilsa's the real hero. There's no way I could've asked for the shopping list and convinced those two to go all by myself!
Vyrn: So, uh... So did you guys even need us to come along then?
Ilsa: You'll be necessary for a very important task.
Korwa: Yep. We absolutely need you to be here. I'll explain later!
Cheerful Girl: I found these shells on the beach earlier... Do you know what kind they are?
Mild-Mannered Guy: Um... Sorry... I don't know.
Ilsa: ...!
Korwa: What do you mean you don't know! How's she supposed to respond to a dead end like that?
Ilsa: You're right. The name of the shell carries no actual importance. That was his cue to say something—anything—about the shell to keep the conversation flowing.
Korwa: Ugh, he's doing it all wrong! If you can't come up with anything good to say, at least smile! How's she supposed to feel comfortable with you looking so sullen!
Ilsa: That's right—everyone likes a good listener! Why can't I find someone who will listen to me and smile when I need to vent?
Ilsa: Get it together!
Vyrn: Birds of a feather...
Ilsa: Damn... These two aren't getting anywhere. At this rate our operation could backfire and make things even more awkward between them!
Korwa: But we've prepared for this. Time to move to plan B!
Korwa: All right, (Captain), Lyria. You guys are up!
Lyria: What! What are we supposed to do?
Ilsa: Let me explain. First you'll need to advance toward targets Alpha and Bravo, after which you'll "coincidentally" make contact with Bravo.
Ilsa: Tell them that you have lost something, and there is a high probability that Bravo will offer assistance.
Ilsa: When Bravo helps you look for this nonexistent item, smile and say thanks. This way we can show Bravo's kind and considerate side to Alpha.
Vyrn: Wait, wait! Which one is Alpha, and which one is Bravo again?
Korwa: They're almost at the shop. Come, come! No time to waste.
Without any further explanation, Korwa and Ilsa push the others out into the open.
Lyria: W-wait! Um... Which one was Aloha, and which one was Brown again?
Ilsa: If there's any trouble, I'll give you guys the signal. Just stay confident in your roles.
Korwa: You guys should be totally fine! We believe in you!
Vyrn: You've gotta be kidding!
Loutish Man: Heh-heh... Well aren't you just a cute little thing?
Cheerful Girl: Huh? Wh-what?
A large character suddenly appears between the couple and grabs the woman's arm, pulling her toward him.
Mild-Mannered Guy: Wh-what are you doing! Please let go of her!
Loutish Man: Stop hangin' with this loser and get wit' me. You won't regret it!
Cheerful Girl: Eep...
Mild-Mannered Guy: Stop it! Can't you see she doesn't like it?
Loutish Man: Shut it! Get lost, pipsqueak!
Lyria: Oh no!
Ilsa: ...!
This wasn't something we planned for!
This wasn't something we planned for!
Seeing that the situation has quickly gone awry, (Captain) and the others come out of hiding and approach the thug directly.
Loutish Man: The hell are you guys?
Ilsa: Just some passersby who don't like your attitude.
Korwa: Anyone who gets in the way of a happy ending is first in line for a smackdown!
Ilsa: We're moving to plan C: eliminate the threat immediately!
Ilsa and Korwa: Beat it!
Shoreline Love Story: Scene 4
Although the crew successfully helps a couple find love, Ilsa's fierce intensity scares off the skirt chaser like so many would-be suitors in her past. Back at the beach house, Ilsa discusses her love woes with Korwa, who vows to help Ilsa find someone truly worth the drill sergeant's affection.
Ilsa: You worthless maggot!
Ilsa: This was supposed to be the first chapter of their story, and now it's ruined!
Ilsa: You've spoiled it! Now know the fury of a woman wronged!
Loutish Man: Ngh...
Korwa: Learned your lesson?
Korwa: If you've half a brain on you, you won't interfere with these two on their path to love! Got it?
Loutish Man: I'm sorryyy!
The man runs off screaming in fear, having seen the unbridled wrath of Ilsa and Korwa.
Skirt Chaser: Hahaha... Whoa. Uh, you ladies really are something else.
In contrast to his earlier persistence in attempting to woo Ilsa, the skirt chaser runs off without another word.
Ilsa: (That guy...)
Ilsa: (Well, I already knew it'd end up like this.)
His awkward reaction isn't lost on Ilsa, who knows this situation all too well.
Mild-Mannered Guy: Um... Thank you very much for helping us.
Ilsa: No... It was you who stepped in first to protect her, not us.
Ilsa: Now that was pretty manly.
The young man bows his head in thanks when Ilsa notices the woman standing behind him smiling.
Mild-Mannered Guy: ...!
Ilsa: Ah, you two were in the middle of shopping, weren't you? Sorry, I'll let you get back to it.
Mild-Mannered Guy: Thank you!
The young man joins the young woman as they walk into the shop together.
Korwa: Say, do you think that little row just now brought them closer toward a happy ending?
Ilsa: It seems so. Despite what happened, it looks like things worked out in the end.
Ilsa: Anyways, let's enjoy the rest of this barbecue and keep an eye on those lovebirds.
The young couple finish shopping and safely return to the barbecue.
The man looks much more relaxed, now able to speak to the woman naturally. It appears that they've grown close during their time together.
As the hot summer day slowly comes to a close, the barbecue goers begin to disperse.
Cheerful Girl: Hmm, hmm...
As the woman sings to herself while doing the dishes, the young man starts approaching her with determination in his eyes.
Mild-Mannered Guy: (Right now—here's my chance!)
Ilsa: Hey. You know of any good spots for watching sunsets around here?
Mild-Mannered Guy: Huh? No... Today's my first day at this island, actually.
Ilsa: I see... Well, I hear the view from those rocks over there is one of a kind. I looked around, but I don't think there's a better one to be honest.
Mild-Mannered Guy: A one-of-a-kind view of the sunset...
Mild-Mannered Guy: I wonder if she'd like that?
Ilsa: Good grief... Well, it looks like he's managed to get her to agree on something somehow.
Korwa: That was brilliant! Effortlessly guiding them to a secluded romantic area like that. You're a pro!
Ilsa: Well, it's hard to imagine a romantic scene unfold in front of a sink of dirty dishes. I couldn't stand by and watch him fight a losing battle.
Ilsa: Not to mention she might want to clean up a bit as well... You'd want to look your best for such an occasion, wouldn't you?
Korwa: Hehe... Absolutely.
Ilsa focuses her sights on the fated cove where the young man will likely confess his love.
Ilsa: A seaside confession against the backdrop of a summer sunset...
Ilsa: I want something like that to happen to me too...
Korwa: How wonderful! I'll cheer you on!
Ilsa: Thanks, but...
Ilsa turns to look at the man who had been hitting on her so fervently earlier.
Skirt Chaser: Eep!
Ilsa: This is my reality. Once men see this side of me, they're running for the hills before the story can even begin.
Korwa: So rude, honestly... Even if I wasn't into them, having someone react to me like that wouldn't feel good.
Ilsa: I'm already used to it. I figured it would end up like this one way or another when he first spoke to me.
Korwa: Ugh, what is wrong with them? I can't believe they'd ignore such a strong, beautiful, and witty woman right in front of them!
Korwa: I can't stand it! I'll help you! What's your type? Tell me everything! I'm guessing someone bold and strong like you, right?
Ilsa: Not necessarily... I just want someone who values me. Someone that will treat me right for the rest of our days.
Korwa: That's the first condition, right? Okay! What else?
Ilsa: Um... This may take a while.
Korwa: That's just what I wanted to hear! Go on, girl! Dish!
Ilsa: Speaking of dishes, how about we continue this conversation over some shaved ice?
Korwa: Brilliant. Let's get some, come on!
The pair quickly race back to the beach house to continue their conversation.
Just for tonight, this drill sergeant puts her duties aside to wax lyrical about love deep into the night.
Categories:
- Scenario Character: Ilsa
- Scenario Character: Skirt Chaser
- Scenario Character: Cheerful Girl
- Scenario Character: Mild-Mannered Guy
- Scenario Character: ???
- Scenario Character: Lyria
- Scenario Character: Korwa
- Scenario Character: Vyrn
- Character Fate Scenario
- Fate Gender Check
- Scenario Character: Loutish Man
- Scenario Character: Ilsa and Korwa
- Gender Variants Checked