Scenario:Satyr - Fancy Meeting Crew Here!
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Fancy Meeting Crew Here!
(Captain) and company meet up with Satyr, Medusa, and Nezha in Auguste. Although both skydweller and primal have come to watch the Auguste Festival, Satyr is overjoyed at the prospect of seeing Baal onstage with the Doss.
A salty breeze fills the bustling streets of Auguste.
Lyria: Wow! Look at this crowd!
(Captain) and company have come to Auguste on personal business.
Lyria: You can feel the excitement in the air!
Vyrn: Well, what do you expect from—
Seemingly out of nowhere, a pair of soft hands cover (Captain)'s eyes.
???: Hehe... Guuuess who!
Lyria: Ah!
Vyrn: Whoa!
???: Too difficult? Let's give you a hintsy-wintsy.
???: I'm one of Meddy's best friends in the whole, wide world!
???: ...
???: Huh? (Captain)?
Vyrn: Looks like you broke the captain.
???: Eep! Sorry!
Satyr: It's me, Satyr! Hello again, (Captain)!
Choose: G-get your hands off me!
???: Oops, sorry! Did I scare you?
???: I was just so happy to finally see you.
Satyr: It's me, Satyr! Hello again, (Captain)!
???: Aww, really?
Mouth splitting into a grin, (Captain) guesses, "You're Satyr!"
???: Correctamundo!
Satyr: It's like you have eyes in the back of your head, (Captain)! I'm glad you recognized me!
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Lyria: Long time no see, Satyr!
Vyrn: It's been since our time together at that war-torn battleground, huh?
The crew first came to know the bubbly Satyr after alighting on a ravaged island to locate Medusa's sisters.
Satyr: Oh, hey Lyria and Vyrn!
Satyr: Meddy's been keeping me up to date on all your travels with the occasional letter or two.
Vyrn: Whoa, you primal gals are some serious pen pals.
Satyr: Yup! She told me about shopping with Noa and having tea with Athena...
Satyr: Seems like she's having the time of her life!
Satyr: Of course, she's had a lot to say about you three too!
Vyrn: Oh crap, Snake Girl's hiss is worse than her venom. Do we even want to hear what she said?
Satyr: Well, for Lyria, she mentioned your enthusiastic snacking habit, and how she wants you to try one of her desserts.
Satyr: And as for you, Vyrn, she said you've been growing on Medusiana.
Vyrn: You mean that giant murder noodle she rides around? First I'm hearing about this!
Satyr: Teehee, well, Meddy is shy when it comes to sharing.
Satyr: Like, when it comes to (Captain), she's all like, "Grr! The nerve of this mortal!"
Satyr: But what she means, is like, "Wow! (Captain)'s got spunk for a mortal!"
Lyria: It seems like you and Medusa are close enough that she'll talk to you about anything.
Satyr: D'aww, if only. I bet she's not that different around me.
Satyr: Meddy will be Meddy, no matter who's teasing her.
Satyr: But her real voice peeks through in her writing—like a cute little grass snake peeping its head out of the ground!
Satyr: Not that her usual, more cobra-y self isn't just as cute though!
Satyr: Come to think of it, we started our letter writing habit thanks to Nez, who...
Satyr: Wait, (Captain), you remember Nez, don't you?
Vyrn: Yeah, how could we forget?
Medusa: What was the big idea trying to contact me with a letter, hmm?
Nezha: I merely heard that you were traveling with mortals. Was it not proper to send you notice using their method of contact?
Medusa: Proper? What are you getting at?
Nezha: Mortals communicate with one another via post. Or so I've learned from a book I read.
Medusa: Yep, you're a lost cause...
Lyria: How is Nezha doing?
Satyr: Still smart and handsome! Oh, it's almost time for—
???: Hold it right there, Satyr!
Satyr: Hah!
Medusa: What in the Sky Realm are you doing! Poking around with (Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn in a place like this...
Satyr: Meeedddy!
Satyr: Aww, it's been too long, Meddy!
Medusa: Don't hug so tight! You're going to break my core! Haven't you learned about personal space yet?
Satyr: Nope! I haven't seen you in so long that my heart was at risk of collapsing!
Medusa: Good grief, it's not like we've been apart for centuries. What's it been? Two months and eleven days?
Medusa: That's nothing for mortals—let alone primal beasts.
Satyr: Teehee. Maybe so, but my heart is smiling now!
Medusa: Fine, fine. It's good to see you in high spirits.
Medusa: Wait. Did I beat Nezha and Baal?
Satyr: I haven't seen them. I take it you didn't either.
Medusa: Ooh, those two grate my scales. Who do they think they are? Making me wait around like this...
Lyria: I-I sense another primal incoming! I think it's...
Nezha: My pardons for the delay.
Satyr: Aahhhh! Nez! Nice timing!
Medusa: All that's left is Baal. He orchestrated this reunion, so you'd think he'd have the decency to arrive on time.
Nezha: About that. It seems he won't be able to make it.
Satyr: Aww, tragic...
Medusa: Good. Who cares if he shows up? And why's he always sticking you with his important messages anyway, Nezha?
Satyr: I know what that tone means, Meddy.
Medusa: B-back off! Your smirk is giving me the creeps!
Nezha: Forgive me, Medusa.
Medusa: What! Why are you apologizing?
Nezha: I know you would rather be the one to deliver news on his behalf.
Medusa: What kind of mortal-brained assumption is that!
Nezha: Oh, am I wrong?
Satyr: Nez, seal those lips! You'll make Meddy embarrassed!
Medusa: Gah! You're both insufferable!
Satyr: Aww, c'mon, Meddy! Don't be mad at your two favorite primals!
Lyria: Haha, it's nice to see everyone still getting along so well!
Medusa: You call this getting along well?
Satyr: How else would the Primal Pals be getting along, silly?
Medusa: Ugh, enough of this. Tell me, Nezha. What's Baal's excuse this time?
Nezha: Ahem, it seems he has rehearsal for an upcoming performance. One imagines it must be very difficult to fly away under those circumstances.
Satyr: You don't say? Bummer. But the more he practices, the better the big day will be!
Vyrn: Whoa! I just got why you've all decided to gather here of all places!
Vyrn: You're here to watch Auguste Festival, aren'tcha?
Satyr: That's right! One-hundred points for the cutest dragon!
Auguste Festival, just as the name implies, is a music festival held on the beautiful coasts of Auguste.
Musicians from all over the Sky Realm flock to this event, eager to prove themselves on stage.
And none are as eager, perhaps, as Baal, who has lent his six-strings to Aoidos's band for the cause.
Satyr: Teehee. Vyrn, you're in the band too, aren'tcha? A little Baally told me so.
Vyrn: Heck yes! I'm the drummer!
Satyr: Wait a minute... Then how come you're not busy with rehearsal?
Vyrn: You know this business, babe. Sometimes you're playing drums, sometimes the drums are playing you...
Vyrn: Gulp! But you're right—I better go check on the boys!
Lyria: Have fun at practice, Vyrn!
Satyr: We can't wait to see you on stage!
Satyr waves her arms in a furiously loving goodbye as the tiny drummer flies off.
Satyr: Look for us in the crowd!