Scenario:Soriz - A Nice, Fulfilling Life
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A Nice, Fulfilling Life
After completing a request to deliver cargo to North Vast, Soriz tosses a clump of snow at Randall and instigates a snowball fight with the crew. The group visits a hot spring once the frosty fun winds down, where Soriz happily soaks and reflects on how (Captain) and the younger crew members are like the grandchildren he has never had.
North Vast—a massive island on the northern fringes of the Phantagrande Skydom, enveloped in ice, widely untouched by skydwellers.
Only the bravest of crews have ventured its stretches. (Captain) and the Grandcypher have taken on a mission to bring food to a kingdom building an observatory in the area.
Soriz: Phew... This should be the last of 'em! Ain't nothin' but dust in the warehouse now.
Lyria: Thank you so much, Soriz! I'll check with the others to see if everything's in order.
Soriz: Much appreciated, Lyria!
Lyria: You got it! Let's go, (Captain)!
Soriz: Sigh... North Vast, eh? Can't think of a more unpleasant place to be, honestly.
Soriz: The air here's cold enough to freeze your bones off—couldn't pay me enough rupies to live here.
Randall: Hmph... What's the matter, old man? All those muscles and you can't handle a bit of cold?
No version of Randall in crew
Randall, a young fighter who seeks to forge the strongest legs, is disappointed to see Soriz grumbling over so little.
He had once undergone training with Soriz in preparation to fight his rival, another fighter by the name of Feather.
Soriz: Keh! Must be nice to be a kid who don't know any better—all the muscles in the world won't protect you from catchin' a cold!
To prove his point, Soriz reaches down for a fistful of snow, crushes it into a ball, and launches the freezing projectile at the young fighter.
Randall: Yeeowch! The hell're you playing at?
Soriz: Huh... Weren't you supposed to be second to none when it comes to fancy footwork?
Soriz: Maybe I was mistaken—a few snowballs too much for you to handle?
Randall: Grr... Oh, now you've said it!
Feather: What's happening? Snowball fight?
Randall: What? No, er...
Feather: Smells like training, if you ask me. Whatever it is, I want in!
Feather: Hyaaah!
Soriz: Burk!
Feather: Okay, now somebody do me!
Feather: Where'd that come from! Above?
Vyrn: Hah—got 'em!
Feather: Vyrn! When did you...
Vyrn: Heh-heh! Don't underestimate the advantage of airborne combat—this snowball fight's mine!
Randall: Very well... Challenge accepted.
Randall: Take this and this and this and this!
Vyrn: Oop... Hup... Heh-heh! Missed me!
Feather: Hah! You're thinkin' too small, Randall. Check this out.
As Vyrn dodges Randall's snowballs with ease, Feather begins rolling a new snowball of his own.
Feather: Hooo!
Vyrn: Outta snowballs already? Heh... Guess that's my cue to attack! This game is—
Vyrn: Over?
Feather: You got that right, Vyrn... If your target's too small, you just gotta aim wider! Dodge this!
Vyrn: Uh, hey! A snowball that big's gotta be against the rules or somethin'!
Soriz: Gahaha! Looks like you bit off a bit more than you could chew, Vyrn!
Neglecting to provide Vyrn with any assistance, Soriz merely laughs as Feather chases him with a giant snowball.
Lyria: Ha!
Soriz: Oof!
Lyria: Haha, I got you, Soriz! Did you see that, (Captain)?
Soriz: Phew! I admit I didn't see that one coming... You guys wrap up your business?
Lyria: Hehe, yep! Looks like we came back just in time to sneak up on you too!
Soriz: I'm impressed you were able to get this close in the snow without me noticin'. You got me fair and square, Lyria!
As a reward for landing a snowball on his burly shoulders, Soriz lovingly pats Lyria on the head.
Eugen: Oy! We're done loading up, so round up the crew—you don't wanna be out here when it gets dark.
Lyria: Oh, right!
Eugen: Oy, oy... You're all caked in snow—with extra frosting. It's baths for you bunch as soon as we get to the inn, got it?
Soriz: Oh yeah... I forgot about the hot springs! Finally, somethin' good about this damned place!
Soriz: Feather, all of you lot! I'm callin' a temporary truce. We'll settle this in the hot springs, like men!
Randall: The hot springs? Exactly how are we...
Soriz: Don't sweat the small stuff. Follow me!
At the hot springs, Soriz finally reveals how they'll settle their snowy score: a contest to see who will be able to stay in hot water the longest.
Vyrn: Oof... I'm out.
Eugen: No need to push yourself—Feather, Randall, that goes for you two as well. You'd be losing a lot more than your pride if you passed out here.
Soriz: Gahaha! Looks like I'm the winner this time, eh?
Eugen: Geez... You still get excited about this stuff even at your age, huh? Things could've gone south if one of them passed out.
Eugen: (Captain). Lend Randall your shoulder, could you? I'll take care of Feather.
Vyrn: Ngh... I-I won't lose next time...
Soriz: Ha! That's the spirit, Vyrn—I'll take you on anytime!
Soriz laughs victoriously to himself as the others stumble their way out of the bath.
Soriz: "At your age", huh... I suppose I'm still just a kid at heart.
Soriz: But come to think of it, I've got a whole crew of grandkids right here on the Grandcypher—if that ain't a blessed life, I dunno what is.
Soriz: ...
Soriz: Mmm, yep... Nothin' like a healthy soak...
A Nice, Fulfilling Life: Scene 2
During a spar with Randall one day, a sharp pain in Soriz's abdomen causes him to crumple over. The episode quickly passes, but the pain resurfaces again and again afterward. The crew visits a doctor, but the cause of Soriz's pain remains unknown. With his options running out and his condition worsening every day, Soriz prepares himself to face the end.
Having finished their work at North Vast, (Captain) and the crew return to the Grandcypher.
Meanwhile, Soriz trains with Randall on the Grandcypher deck.
Randall: Hraah!
Soriz: Nnngh!
Randall: Damn... When he gets serious, I can't even get a solid hit in! How about...
Dashing behind Soriz and finding an opening, Randall suddenly stops his movement mid-kick.
Randall: ...!
Soriz: Ngh... Ow...
Randall: Is that all it takes to bring you down these days? Surely you're not tapping out on me already.
Soriz: ...
Randall: Soriz?
After suddenly collapsing during their spar, Soriz is taken inside by Randall for emergency first aid. However, he quickly comes to once inside.
Soriz: Hack! Cough! Huh... didn't see that coming!
Randall: That's my line, you old coot! What the hell happened to you out there?
Soriz: I dunno... All I knew was that my stomach was in a world of pain—so much I couldn't even talk!
Lyria: Are you feeling better now? I could get you a cold compress if you need one.
Soriz: Don't you worry your pretty little head about it—I'm all better now! Like it never happened. What did happen anyway?
Lyria: Hmm... If you were in that much pain, something must've caused it.
Randall: Say, you didn't eat anything weird off the ground, did you?
Soriz: Buh... Of course not! Who the hell do you think I am?
Eugen: Well, if you feel like yakking, better sooner than later.
Soriz: Yakk—I'm tellin' ya, I'm fine! Quit lookin' at me like that!
Lyria: Still, maybe you should go see a doctor when we get to the next island.
Soriz: Eh... I think I'm doin' all better now, so...
Soriz: Tell you what, Lyria. Next time it hurts, I'll go see a doctor about it. Deal?
Soriz and the others write it off as a mere stomachache—however, the worst of it is yet to come.
Soriz: Eurk!
Jin: Was that you, Soriz? Are you okay!
Afterward, Soriz continues to experience sporadic bursts of pain with no warning.
Monster: Grr...
Soriz: Heh, try and come at me if you—
Soriz: Urk!
Monster: Groar!
Soriz: Oh, sh—
Randall: Not on my watch!
Randall: Soriz! Are you hurt?
Soriz: Ngh... I'm a damn embarrassment.
Soriz: Sorry about that, (Captain). Looks like all I did was hold you back this time.
Lyria: Don't worry about it! We're just glad you weren't hurt!
Eugen: You got by with scraped knees this time, but it might be best if you sat out for the next few battles.
Soriz: Yeah, sorry...
Lyria: It's fine! Everyone has off days. It's more important for you to see a doctor and get plenty of rest first!
Soriz: You're right... Thanks, Lyria. That goes for you too, (Captain).
The crew visits different doctors across various islands across their travels. Unfortunately, none are able to determine the cause of his pain.
Eugen: The doc here's supposed to be one of the best. But even this one couldn't figure out what was going on...
Vyrn: From what I heard, we might be able to find out what it is with surgery.
Vyrn: But Soriz ain't young anymore, so it'd be pretty risky...
Eugen: Can't deny he's getting on in years. Going under the knife in these circumstances...
Eugen: Lyria, (Captain)! Well... how was it? The doctor say anything?
Lyria: The pain hasn't gone away, and he still doesn't want to eat.
Lyria: He didn't even have breakfast today either... and he just keeps getting thinner.
Eugen: Hm...
Eugen gives (Captain) and Lyria a somber pat on the shoulders and leaves the room.
Eugen: Comin' in.
Soriz: Eugen, that you? Sorry to worry you like this.
Eugen: Heh. Seein' you in such a sorry state's givin' me the heebie-jeebies, you know that?
Soriz: Speakin' of the heebie-jeebies... mind if I ask you for a favor?
Eugen: Let's hear it.
Soriz: Take care of (Captain) and Lyria for me, won't you?
Eugen: ...!
Soriz: I know I ain't in the position to be askin' this kind of favor, but it's lookin' grim. This might just be what does me in, you know?
Soriz: Not being able to take care of (Captain) and Lyria for a bit longer... That'd be my only regret.
Soriz: They're just kids, but they're saddled with so much—takin' on primal beasts, traversin' the skies...
Soriz: They'll need some muscle to help them carry that weight, and I dunno how much longer I got left in me.
Eugen: It's too soon to be talkin' about leaving (Captain) and Lyria. And I won't be havin' any of it—got that?
Eugen: Just focus on gettin' yourself back in good health. How are you gonna find yourself a honey at this rate?
Soriz: I've got plenty of honeys waitin' for me in heaven. It's a damn shame I'll have to leave you guys, though.
Eugen: I told you I won't be havin' any of that talk. Keep sayin' stuff like that and your body might actually start to believe it.
Soriz: Heh... Cold as ever, ain'tcha?
Eugen: Damn right. I've got enough on my hands as it is. And if something were to happen to you...
Eugen: There's no way I'd be able to carry that weight alone.
A Nice, Fulfilling Life: Scene 3
No matter which doctor the crew visits, none are able to identify the illness which ails Soriz. Unable to fight and out of commission, Soriz feels compelled to leave the crew, but (Captain) and the others convince him to stay, tearfully talking him into continuing their journey together. With everyone's concerns in mind, Soriz steels himself to find a cure.
Randall: I brought you lunch, Soriz! That plate better be empty when I come back, got it?
Soriz: Hm? Oh... Appreciate it.
As Randall places a plate of food on the bedside table, the bedridden Soriz reaches for a utensil.
Soriz: Urk!
Randall: Soriz!
Soriz: Oof... Heh, sorry. Don't think you could give me a backrub, could you?
Randall: ...
Randall: I never wanted to see you like this.
Soriz: Heh... On the bright side, you can scold me all you want without repurcussion.
Randall: This isn't a laughing matter! I want you to get mad!
Randall: Get mad, and then sock me in the face! You're supposed to be the rockfisted Soriz!
Randall: Dammit!
Soriz's condition continues to spiral downward—the pain growing more intense with every spasm, each one coming sooner than the one before it.
Soriz: ...
Jin: Soriz... Are you sure you can be on your feet?
Soriz: As long as I got your shoulder to lean on, I'm good as gold.
Jin: Of course. But I didn't expect this doctor visit to end so soon, to be honest.
Soriz: Yeah, well...
Lyria: This one didn't know what to do with Soriz either...
Vyrn: Hmph, I bet he wasn't even a real doctor! Let's go check out the one the lady at the inn was telling us about instead!
Soriz: You know... It's fine, (Captain). Don't worry about me anymore.
Lyria: Huh?
Soriz: I've been nothin' but a burden... Hell, I can barely feed myself! How's someone like me supposed to help out the crew?
Soriz: On top of that, I know you've been goin' outta your way to find work at islands with famous doctors.
Lyria: That's just because, um... We just want you to get better, Soriz!
Soriz: And I'm mighty thankful for it. But I think I've caused you all enough trouble.
Soriz: At this rate, I doubt this body'd be able to hold up for much longer on an airship.
Soriz: So I think it's about time you let me off the Grandcypher for good. Maybe somewhere nice and quiet, you know?
Lyria: That's right! There's absolutely no way we'd ever give up on you just like that!
Vyrn: That's right, Soriz! You're... you're staying with us on the Grandcypher—captain's orders!
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Soriz: (Captain)...
Soriz's expression softens as he takes (Captain) in his arms for a big hug.
Soriz: Heh... It ain't becoming of a captain to cry. You ain't cryin', are you?
Soriz takes (Captain)'s head into his arms for a gentle noogie.
Jin: Even if you're bedridden, you're still an invaluable member of the crew.
Jin: So listen to (Captain) and stay on board... At least for the time being.
Lyria: We'll stay with you no matter what! We'll find you a doctor! And then we'll find you a cure!
Lyria: W-we'll reach Estalucia together! So don't... don't say things like that...
Lyria: Sniff...
Soriz: Lyria...
Soriz extends his other arm to take in Lyria for a warm hug as well.
Soriz: Heh...
Soriz: I always thought that as long as those around me were smilin', I could move on happily. But it looks like that ain't the case right now.
Soriz: And you know I'm a stubborn—there ain't no way I'm kickin' the bucket with y'all lookin' so sorry!
Lyria: Soriz...
Soriz: This old coot may be at death's door, but he's a stubborn one... Whatcha say—mind putting up with him for a bit longer?
(Captain) nods like there's no tomorrow, still wrapped in Soriz's embrace.
Surely there's something that can be done to protect the warmth and strength in those arms.