Scenario:Lobelia - Greatest Genius of a Magician
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Greatest Genius of a Magician
On their way back from a supply run, the crew rescues a young man from a band of highwaymen and is invited to his favorite restaurant. When the man learns how capable the crew is, he whips out a card that transports them into a memory of the War. Because he is injured, he asks them to fight in his stead to save the world.
Highwayman 1: Graaah!
???: Heh...
???: Everyone has the right to be happy.
???: But you have a marked lack of class. Why not play more délicat (delicately)...
???: As if you were going to perform an hymne funéraire for a friend gone cold.
Highwayman 2: Huh? Are you messed in the head? Hurry up and show us the gold.
Highwayman 2: I'm gonna kill you dead! Graaah!
???: Heh-ahaha! Très-bien! Wonderful! What a sound!
Highwayman 1: Wh-what's your problem, damn sicko...
Highwayman 2: Hurry up and finish 'im off! You can filch the gold after that!
Lyria: O-oh no! (Captain)!
On the way back from a supply run, (Captain)'s party sees a young man being accosted by a pair of brigands.
(Captain) swiftly draws a weapon and rushes in front of the young man.
Vyrn: Hey, you jerks! Get away from that guy!
Highwayman 1: Huh? Shut your beak or I'll clean the bunch of you out too!
Vyrn does not comply, and so the highwaymen slash at (Captain) and company.
Parrying their attacks with ease, (Captain) agilely lands the butt of a sword on the solar plexus of one robber after another.
Highwaymen: Gweeeh!
The highwaymen let out comical cries and then fall to the ground with eyes rolled back in their heads.
???: Humph...
Lyria: You didn't get hurt, did you? Are you okay?
???: Hm... No, I'm not injured. But I failed to get that happy sound.
Lyria: Huh? Get that sound?
Lyria repeats his cryptic expression, and the young man quickly snaps his fingers.
???: Registre.
The following moment, a conch shell appears in the young man's hand. The party members' eyes open wide.
Conch: Get that sound?
Vyrn: Wowie! That shell talked in Lyria's voice!
???: Non! I simply recorded mademoiselle's voice with the conque.
Lyria: Huh... huh?
Lyria: That's amazing! How'd you do that?
???: How, you ask? Explaining is no mean feat.
???: Er, yes... Well, you simply catch the sound in the conque and voila!
Lyria: Voila?
???: Hm... Anyhow, once it's in there, you can listen to it as much as you'd like.
???: See, like with these.
Whistling with his fingers, the mysterious young man makes a number of tiny conches materialize on his hand.
???: Registre!
Vyrn: Whoooah! Is that the sound of the waves?
Lyria: Oooh! I can hear the sound of birds chirping from those shells. Ehehe, they're so cute!
Vyrn: I still don't have a clue what you're doing, but I can tell one thing—you're really special!
???: Heh! Well, I'm pleased that you can recognize my magnificence.
Vyrn: But you sure stink at explaining stuff. I didn't understand till after you were already done...
Lyria: Ah-ahaha! You're right about that, Vyrn...
???: Heh... In no more than an instant you perceived my one and only fault. I do rather like you for that...
???: Sigh... That's why it's such a pity...
???: If you'd only left me alone, I'd have been able to play you a more marvelous, mirthful sound.
Lyria: U-um... I'm sorry. Did we get in your way?
???: ...
???: Non, thanks to you, I've gotten away with just a little shake to the skeleton.
???: Good thing too—I won't have to violate the dress code at my favorite restaurant.
???: Speaking of which, I could go for a little refreshment. What about you all?
Lyria: Um, what would should we do, (Captain)?
After a momentary hesitation, the party accepts the young man's invitation.
The young man gently takes (Captain) and Lyria by the hand.
Lyria: Aaah!
???: Heh! You won't regret this. Come now! It's a done deal!
Vyrn: Hey, settle down! You're sure pushy!
In the end the young man guides the party to the restaurant.
He orders black tea and cake for everyone in the party, then shoots the group an affable smile.
Lobelia: Allow me to thank you again. I am Lobelia, the greatest genius of a magician to ever grace the skies.
Vyrn: Wow, you don't beat around the bush! Are you really so impressive?
Lobelia: Oui! No other in the skies can use audiomancy.
Lyria: You're talking about those seashells...
Lobelia: Ahem, conques! I hope you'll not repeat the mistake, mademoiselle.
Lyria: Oh no! S-sorry!
Lyria: So you mean the conques.
Lobelia: Heh, very good. None of us are immune from mistakes, and, besides, your induction is correct.
Lobelia: Audiomancy is an original spell that uses conques as a medium to control sound.
Lobelia: Registre is just one of the many things it can do. It has other abilities... such as this.
Lobelia grins and passes a tiny conch to (Captain).
Lobelia: Hold it to one ear.
(Captain) does as Lobelia says.
Lobelia: Can you hear me?
(Captain) is stunned upon hearing Lobelia's voice from inside the shell.
Lobelia: This is message, a technique which works though the conques to transmit one's voice to even distant listeners.
Lobelia: It can relay one's voice not simply from one island to another but even across skydoms.
Vyrn: A-across skydoms? That's nuts!
Lobelia: Well, I've never actually tried, but all the same...
Vyrn: What! I had a feelin' to begin with, but... you really are a weirdo.
Lobelia: Heh-ahaha! But my charm makes it worthwhile.
Vyrn: I dunno if that's for you to decide.
Vyrn: But I'll hand it to you—ya really are funny, Conchy.
Lobelia: What a great nickname! Hahaha, it's an honor to receive it.
Lobelia: I'm sure you'd be delighted to hear me tell more of what a genius I am...
Lobelia: But if you don't mind, please share a bit about yourselves.
Vyrn: About ourselves?
Lobelia: (Captain), you said your name was? You seem very capable for someone your age...
Lobelia: Tell me of the trials you've faced and goals you're working toward.
Feeling it safe to lower their guard around the softly smiling Lobelia, the party members share tales of their journey and their purpose.
Lobelia: I see, I see. So you're seasoned skyfarers.
Lobelia: For me to meet such sure-footed trekkers—this must be... fate.
As Lobelia is whispering, he removes a soiled card from his pocket.
Lyria: Is that... a card?
Lobelia responds with a nod and snaps his fingers. The resulting sound rings throughout the eatery.
Lyria: Wh-where are we? We were in the restaurant just a minute ago...
Lobelia: We're several hundred years in the past... In the midst of the War.
Vyrn & Lyria: The War!
Lobelia: Inside this card sleeps a memory of that tremendous conflict. I've invited you here to that very memory.
Vyrn: Is this that audiomancy thing of yours again?
Lobelia: Non! This is the power of justice—a power to battle the great evil that would annihilate the world.
Vyrn: G-great evil that'd annihilate the world? What're ya talkin' about!
Lobelia: This world of memory was created by a primal beast bent on destroying the Sky Realm. It hopes to find a certain something here.
Lobelia: Once it uncovers its desideratum, it will have the ability to obliterate the world and replace it with a new one.
Lobelia: That's why it's frenetically repeating this memory of the War.
Vyrn: What's the primal beast want so bad then?
Lobelia: A scenario where the Astrals secure victory over the skydwellers.
Lobelia: As soon as it discovers one, the primal beast will enact it and blot out the entire Sky Realm in the blink of an eye.
Lyria: That's horrible! We have to stop it!
Lobelia: Oui! Indeed, we must.
Lobelia: That's why I've sneaked into the world of memory and secured victory again and again: to stop the primal beast's scheme from coming to fruition.
Lobelia: But I am, nowadays, a wounded man. Winning in the War may be no mean feat for me.
Lobelia: And it's for that reason I'd love for you to serve as my substitutes.
Vyrn: Substitutes... You mean you want us to fight a war for ya, Conchy?
Lobelia nods wordlessly in response and then snaps his fingers again.
At that moment, a flash of light envelops (Captain) and the others.
When it recedes, (Captain) and the others find themselves once more in the private booth of the restaurant.
Lobelia: I can pay you in any way you see fit. What do you say? Won't you lend your assistance? There's no one else on whom I can rely.
Lobelia: Ah, that's it! I could use this magical genius of mine for your sakes!
Vyrn: You're just fulla confidence, huh, Conchy?
Choose: Couldn't leave you high and dry. We're in.
Vyrn: You got a point! We just can't let the world get wiped out!
Lyria: That's right! It wouldn't be right to let the bad primal beast get its way.
Choose: Will you teach me audiomancy?
Vyrn: Ah, yeah! That'd be great! You gotta show me too!
Lobelia: That should pose no issue, but... I doubt you could use it proficiently.
Vyrn: Grrr! What's that supposed to mean?
Lobelia: Now, now, there's no need to be so cross. In no way am I belittling you.
Lobelia: It's through intuition that I control audiomancy.
Lobelia: To explain it using language would be a true challenge.
Lobelia: Heh! Once you agree to help, I'll use the ability for you as much as you'd like. So do we have an understanding?
(Captain) nods.
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Lobelia: Très-bien! In that case, hold onto this card.
Lobelia: It will permit you entry into the world of memory. Consider it a concert ticket of sorts.
Lobelia: And this conque will allow you to converse with me at any time. Take it—you never know what might happen.
Vyrn: Okay, we got 'em all right!
Lobelia: Haha, I'm counting on you! (Captain), Vyrn, Lyria!
The crew members thereby come to take part in the War as substitutes for Lobelia.
(Captain) and the others set their teeth in anticipation of the hostilities in a repeating memory.