Scenario:Lobelia - A Virtuoso's Motives

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A Virtuoso's Motives

Weeks after the crew meets with Lobelia, he watches their battle inside the memory unfold while he speaks to someone in private quarters. (Captain) and company feel an awful sense of dread as their battle concludes.



Several weeks pass since the encounter with Lobelia.
(Captain) and the others are battling in the War as his substitutes.
While (Captain) is in the midst of overpowering one foe after another, the conch from Lobelia begins to vibrate.
The captain takes it out and listens to the voice emanating from within.
Lobelia: Très-bien! All is proceeding smoothly, isn't it, (Captain)!
Vyrn: Hehehe, this is a walk in the park!
Lobelia: Heh-ahaha! I'd expect nothing less from such intrepid old skyfarers. Please keep at it!
Lobelia's voice tapers off, and Vyrn stares at the conch in fascination.
Vyrn: Gee... That magic sure is wild, huh!
Lyria: You can really hear his voice here in this world. Lobelia's so amazing!
Vyrn: But don't you think we should've heard of him before if he can cast crazy spells like that?
Lyria: You're right. But we'd never heard about him or audiomancy before.
Vyrn: I wonder why... Hm...
While the party members are pondering, a beastly roar rumbles through the air.
Vyrn: Ooh, a new baddie! Let's do this, (Captain)!
(Captain) unsheathes a blade and rushes in the direction of the foe's cry.
Meanwhile, Lobelia sits in the booth with his eyes closed.
It is not darkness that he sees inside his eyelids but rather (Captain)'s vivid form.
Lobelia: Heh-ahaha! You're more skilled than I dared imagine, (Captain).
Lobelia: Your proof is right there! We're two of a kind, are we not, (Captain)?
Isolated in his private booth, Lobelia speaks as if the others were standing before him.
But, naturally, there is no response.
He carries on with his giddy soliloquy all the same.
Lobelia: Très-bien! No matter what foes come, you crush them spectacularly.
Lobelia: What a happy sound you're raising! Aah, hrrrng! How delightfully I ache!
Lobelia: Heh! And are you the same?
Lobelia takes the red stone brooch from his chest in one hand and gazes at it with a satisfied smirk on his face.
It begins to vibrate and release a strange, soot-black gas that spreads steamlike through the air.
Lobelia: Comport yourself with élégance. You're being a bit vulgar.
When Lobelia finishes talking, the brooch becomes still and the vapor dissipates.
Lobelia: That will be enough. It's still too early...
Lobelia: Heh! Patience...
Lyria: Eek!
The party members, having cleared away most of the opponents, are resting when Lyria suddenly cries out.
Vyrn: What is it, Lyria?
Lyria: N-nothing... It's just that for a second... I felt something... really horrible.
Vyrn: Awful? Was it that new baddie or somethin'?
Lyria: No... I don't think it was...
Lyria: It's a lot more frightening... than any foe we were just fighting... It was such an awful feeling...
Lyria's voice trembles, and she clutches her shoulders.
(Captain) attempts to comfort her but feels an obscure sense of dread all the way.