Underwater Nocturne

Underwater Nocturne is the first and only quest in .
==Steps==
# Continue exploring the Faded Castle
# Look for the "Blank Score"
# Take the "Blank Score"
# Play the "symphony" on the mural
# Talk to the strange shadow
# Defeat the golems
#* Wave 1: 
#* Wave 2: 
==Gameplay Notes==
* After completing this quest, the player can play the "symphony" on the mural to convert the "Blank Score" into "Tuba Mirim," the second score for the Ancient Autoharmonic Music Box.
==Dialogue==
;(While walking up the stairs)
:;(A large creature swims by the window)
:Paimon: Waaaaaah!
:Paimon: That strange fish was so huge! Good thing it didn't come for us...
;(Talk to Osse by the Mysterious Bookshelf, optional)
:Osse: Meow, meow?
: About these books...
::Osse: Fascinating, no? These books have all been infused with the mysterious power of the "symphony." They can be activated using the melodies of the music box.
:;(If a Lost Grimoire has not been used on the bookshelf)
::;(If no Lost Grimoires have been collected)
::::Osse: Ah, but we can't do that right now. There's a book missing here. Let's go look for it in the area.
::;(If a Lost Grimoire has been collected)
::::Osse: Looks like you've found all the books here. Fancy giving it a try?
:::Osse: Worry not, these books aren't dangerous in themselves. But perhaps there's something unexpected hidden behind them.
:::Osse: What could it be? I couldn't say for sure, so you should go find out for yourself! There are many secrets in this castle that even I haven't discovered yet...
:;(If a Lost Grimoire has been used on the bookshelf)
:::Osse: Well done. It looks as if you can now skillfully manipulate this musical might. I was right to put my faith in you.
:::Osse: There are many books like this one in the castle. Back in the day...
:::Osse: Nay, let us not dwell on the past. I believe you fully capable of discovering the mysteries within.
: (Pet him.)
:;(If the player pets Osse's face)
:::Osse: Hey now, don't you take me for an ordinary cat!
:;(If the player pets Osse's back or back leg)
:::Osse: I don't mind being touched, but cats have their own boundaries...
:;(If the player pets Osse's tail)
:::Osse: Hey, hey, you're petting me way too much!
:;(If the player touches Osse's pendant)
:::Osse: Surely you don't think this pendant is my true form, do you?
: I've got nothing.
::Osse: Alright. If there is anything you wish to know, do not hesitate to ask me.
;(Talk to Osse by the Damaged Score, optional)
;(If the player did not obtain the Blank Score)
::Osse: Uh...
;(If the player obtained the Blank Score)
::Osse: Mm...
: This place looks like a library.
::Osse: Well, more of an archive, but your description isn't off either.
::Osse: Ancient theatrical scripts, music scores, all the stories of things that have and have not happened... All of them were penned down and stored here.
::Osse: Someone once believed that if all the possibilities in every story were exhausted, the secrets of fate would be unveiled...
::Osse: But the truth was not as complicated as he believed. Each person's fate is charted by their wishes, and the possibilities are not so great in number in the first place.
::Osse: Perhaps he, too, understood that in the end...
;()
: Tell us about your relationship to this castle...
::Osse: You've guessed it already, I reckon. In the past, when I could still change my form freely, he... and I, and many of our companions dwelled here.
::Osse: In those days, a new nation had just been born, and as far as we were concerned, the possibilities were yet endless.
::Osse: Here, we organized the classics, researching music theory and magic, in the hopes that we might tame this perilous power and use it to open up a brighter age.
::Osse: But... These possibilities would quickly become lost to use, and I alone remained...
:: Osse...
::Osse: It's fine. These things happened a long time ago.
: (Pet him.)
:;(Same dialogue as before)
: No worries.
::Osse: Alright. If there is anything you wish to know, do not hesitate to ask me.
----
;(Approach the stage)
:Paimon: Is this the stage you spoke of earlier, Osse? And are Paimon's eyes deceiving her, or is the mural on top still moving? It's kinda spooky...
:Paimon: That "terrifying power" couldn't be escaping from here, could it? Osse?
:Paimon: Hey! Osse! Ossssseeee! Are you spacing out?
:Osse: Meeeow?
:Osse: ...Ahem. My apologies. I was distracted for a moment.
:Paimon: Did you once perform on this stage? Is that why you're feeling, uh... nostalgic, or something like that?
: ...Did you play a cat?
::Paimon: That seems unlikely!
: Perhaps you were an audience member.
::Paimon: Oh! Good point!
:Osse: I might have, or I might not. It was all in the past either way. Utterly irrelevant...
:Osse: What matters now is the scent of discord I smell in the air. As though some presence, one that makes me uneasy, once visited this place.
:Osse: I fear that specifics may only be ascertained once we have performed the "score" here.
:Paimon: There's one here too? Paimon didn't notice...
:Osse: Well, you may have seen "scores" shaped like strings, but you have not seen those shaped like murals. One such is before you.
:Paimon: Oh! So the pictures are moving because it's actually a score?
;(If the player did not find the Blank Score)
::Osse: Indeed. Now, let me think. To stage a performance, we shall first need to place the "blank score" in here... We should be able to find one here in the castle.
;(If the player found the Blank Score, but did not obtain it)
::Osse: Indeed. Now, did we not find a "blank score" a while back? Merely slot it into this device, and our performance can begin.
;(If the player obtained the Blank Score)
::Osse: Yes. Did we not find a "blank score" before? It is time now to perform it. Please, do the honors.
;(Talk to Osse again, optional)
;(If the player did not find the Blank Score)
::Osse: If we want to begin performing, we have to first get a Blank Score to put inside this device... It's got to be around here somewhere, so let's keep searching.
:: (Pet him.)
::;(If the player pets Osse's face)
::::Osse: Hey now, don't you take me for an ordinary cat!
::;(If the player pets Osse's back or back leg)
::::Osse: I don't mind being touched, but cats have their own boundaries...
::;(If the player pets Osse's tail)
::::Osse: Hey, hey, you're petting me way too much!
::;(If the player touches Osse's pendant)
::::Osse: Surely you don't think this pendant is my true form, do you?
:: No worries.
:::Osse: Alright. If there is anything you wish to know, do not hesitate to ask me.
;(If the player found the Blank Score)
::Osse: Now, did we not find a Blank Score a while back? Slot it into this device, and our performance can begin.
:: (Pet him.)
::;(If the player pets Osse's face)
::::Osse: Well, I don't mind if you do this once in a while...
::;(If the player pets Osse's back or back leg)
::::Osse: You can stop any moment now...
::;(If the player pets Osse's tail)
::::Osse: Even an ordinary cat wouldn't let you touch their tail.
::;(If the player touches Osse's pendant, one of the following lines displays at random)
::::Osse: You're interested in this? Unfortunately, it's not mine to give away.
::::Osse: This thing's even older than the music box in your hands!
:: I've got nothing.
:::Osse: Alright. If there is anything you wish to know, do not hesitate to ask me.
;(If the player found and obtained the Blank Score)
::Osse: Well, now that we've obtained the Blank Score, let's try inserting it into this device and begin playing.
:: (Pet him.)
::;(If the player pets Osse's face)
::::Osse: Well, I don't mind if you do this once in a while...
::;(If the player pets Osse's back or back leg)
::::Osse: You can stop any moment now...
::;(If the player pets Osse's tail)
::::Osse: Even an ordinary cat wouldn't let you touch their tail.
::;(If the player touches Osse's pendant, one of the following lines displays at random)
::::Osse: You're interested in this? Unfortunately, it's not mine to give away.
::::Osse: This thing's even older than the music box in your hands!
:: No worries.
:::Osse: Alright. If there is anything you wish to know, do not hesitate to ask me.
----
;(Approach the marked location)
:Paimon: It's the strange shiny fish again! Feels like it's been following us from outside all this time, how weird...
:Osse: Paimon, have you witnessed so little of the world as to find such things strange? Are we not underwater? Is it not ordinary to see all manner of fish about?
:Paimon: Eh? But this big guy looks anything but ordinary!
: And this voice... I've heard it before...
:Paimon: Seriously? You mean from the dream you had before?
:Osse: *sigh* This part of the sea outside is like the castle, it belongs to the past. It is something that should have been forgotten...
:Osse: If one ceaselessly calls out to a monster that has been blotted from memory, they might yet jump out and cause trouble.
:Osse: It is wise to be cautious. It is for the best if we simply treat it as an ordinary fish.
:Paimon: You make everything sound so scary, Osse! Are you just trying to creep us out or something?
:Osse: I simply mean to avoid unnecessary complications. After all, our top priority is to retrieve the surface-dwellers's souls, no?
:Osse: It just so happens there's a "blank score" before us. We simply need to use the music box to tune the Autoharmonic Reed Pipes on either side, and we can obtain it.
:Osse: Give it a go.
;(Talk to Osse again, optional)
:Osse: All you need to do to play music is activate the Autoharmonic Reed Pipes on both sides and calibrate them to match the nearby notes. That way, we can retrieve the musical score.
: Tell me about the Autoharmonic Reed Pipes...
::Osse: Ah... Well, as their name implies, they are machines that can play music by themselves.
::Osse: Our ancient civilization was founded upon music, and many such devices have survived to this day.
::Osse: However, unlike the music box in your hands or the devices used to play the "symphony," this sort can only play a few simple chords. As such, their strength is correspondingly weaker.
::Osse: We should encounter more such instruments later, but they will not prove much of an obstacle for those who can already wield the power of the "symphony" power as we do.
: (Pet him.)
:;(If the player pets Osse's face)
:::Osse: Well, I don't mind if you do this once in a while...
:;(If the player pets Osse's back or back leg)
:::Osse: You can stop any moment now...
:;(If the player pets Osse's tail)
:::Osse: Even an ordinary cat wouldn't let you touch their tail.
:;(If the player touches Osse's pendant, one of the following lines displays at random)
:::Osse: You're interested in this? Unfortunately, it's not mine to give away.
:::Osse: This thing's even older than the music box in your hands!
: No worries.
::Osse: Alright. If there is anything you wish to know, do not hesitate to ask me.
;(Solve the puzzle)
;(Obtain )
;(If the player did not go on the stage yet)
:Paimon: Hmm... But this score is totally blank! It looks like we won't be able to play it with the music box either... What are we going to do with it, then?
:Osse: If there is nothing there, that means that any melody can be written upon it!
:Osse: We will be able to make use of this.
;(Talk to Osse after completing the puzzle, optional)
:Osse: Meow, meow! I was right to trust you!
: Tell us about your relationship to this castle...
::Osse: You've guessed it already, I reckon. In the past, when I could still change my form freely, he... and I, and many of our companions dwelled here.
::Osse: In those days, a new nation had just been born, and as far as we were concerned, the possibilities were yet endless.
::Osse: Here, we organized the classics, researching music theory and magic, in the hopes that we might tame this perilous power and use it to open up a brighter age.
::Osse: But... These possibilities would quickly become lost to use, and I alone remained...
:: Osse...
::Osse: It's fine. These things happened a long time ago.
: (Pet him.)
:;(Same dialogue as before)
: I've got nothing.
::Osse: Alright. If there is anything you wish to know, do not hesitate to ask me.
----
;(Install the Blank Score)
:???: "Not only do we have the same hardy skin, but in our veins flows the same divine essence. We share the same wisdom and melody — the same will."
:Paimon: Wh—Whoa! Someone's coming out of the mural!
:???: It has been too long, dear friend! How many years since that day? Five hundred? Thousands?
:???: Still, time matters not to us at all. You may be in this small body now, but I recognized you in an instant.
:???: Well? Have you tired of battle, and decided to take up rat-catching as a new hobby?
:Osse: It's you...
:Paimon: And what is he exactly? A monster? A ghost? Or... could he be the real Dark Lord?
:???: "Dark Lord"? Pah! Barbarians remain barbarians, I see. Ignorant even of their own ignorance.
:Boethius: "Boethius of Remuria" am I, foremost Harmost of Phobos. You need not introduce yourselves — I have no interest in the titles peddled by primitives.
: You know this rude fella, Osse?
:Osse: I do not deny it, but...
:Boethius: Need you be so formal, Cassiodor? Do our years of service under our Sebastos, our God King, matter so little to you?
:Osse: The past is past. I do not know how you, whose soul has long been shattered, have manifested, but it seems that the chaotic "symphony" is your doing, and none other.
:Osse: Cease! Return the souls of those who live in the present, and go back to the shadow, beneath the deep waters, to where you belong — this is my final warning to you.
:Boethius: Oh, and what then? Will you continue wearing your mask of hypocrisy, traitor? Will you shut your eyes and ears for another millennium?
:Boethius: But you have noticed, haven't you? Why my melody would break its bonds at this time, and affect the present.
:Boethius: Why my strength has given me the might to open the gate to the deep waters, allowing me to manifest.
:Boethius: The power of the sea surges, Cassiodor... The return of Phobos is imminent!
:Osse: "Phobos"...?
:Boethius: Yes! Indeed! Over these thousands of years, I have already bound my soul to the shattered Phobos...
:Boethius: The omniscient enigma, the great power, is about to finally descend once again. And is this not the wish that we once failed to accomplish?
:Osse: To repeat the past is to give the ancient tragedy an encore... nor have I ever wanted to sacrifice innocent lives.
:Boethius: Is that so? Well, not that it matters, Cassiodor. The world you have defended is coming apart at the seams. The people of bygone times you see before you shall return to their rightful places.
:Boethius: Fontaine's existence is a mistake — one we shall correct. When the oceans swallow it, Remuria shall rise above the sea once again, and its light shall shine over the land!
;(if the player has completed Masquerade of the Guilty)
:: Is this because of the Primordial Sea?
:::Boethius: Do even barbarians know of its existence nowadays?
: How can you call it a mistake...?
:Osse: You are the mistaken one. We should have assimilated into this new nation thousands of years ago, but it was you who warped them into puppets of ancient hate.
:Osse: Whether that Phobos matter is true or false, as long as my will has not dissipated, your schemes will not succeed.
:Boethius: Do you mean to say, then, that we should abandon our honor as Remurians and degenerate into mere base insects?
:Boethius: How could I ever allow my kin to return to those bags of decaying flesh and become slaves to once more?
:Osse: It seems that the millennia have not led you to accept Remuria's downfall. If anything, you have grown more obstinate still.
:Boethius: Perhaps it is in our stubbornness alone that we are quite similar. I thought that the long years would have rendered you willing to once more stand by our side.
:Boethius: You betrayed the tribe that birthed you... and you betrayed Remuria. You may have become the "Golden Hunter," but you cannot remove the brand of the Sebastos that marks you still. You will always be a Remurian.
:Osse: Remurians have long ceased to exist... save in your delusions. The world of old has passed away.
:Boethius: Of course, of course — or so it was meant to be. But now, the border between past and present has faded.
:Boethius: If you insist on becoming the enemy of our ancient realm and sealing me once more in a cage buried beneath the waves, then those Fontainians you wish to protect — yes, all of Petrichor — shall be buried as one.
:Paimon: Huh? No way! We won't let that happen!
:Boethius: That is not up to you, insolent savage! When that time comes, your lowly flesh will be rendered as dust, but your souls will join with ours, and take the next step of evolution.
:Boethius: We shall bestow upon you eternal, resilient bodies, that you may never again suffer mortal pain. Hmph... Should you have words of gratitude, I will hear them.
: Why, thank you so very much.
: You've gotta be kidding me.
:Paimon: That's not something we'd be thankful for at all!
:Osse: Just like those puppets who danced as you performed, those pitiable slaves and servants? Those poor children, everything was stripped from them, and you still speak with such conviction.
:Boethius: All things have their price. Narrow personal opinions are but refuse to be discarded by a higher class of being such as I.
:Boethius: Besides, as I see it, they are the ideal form of humanity, adhering unerringly to perfect order.
:Paimon: You're absolutely nuts, and... and despicable too!
:Boethius: Despicable? Hah! And what would you call what Cassiodor did to us thousands of years ago, then!? By comparison, this is nothing!
:Boethius: Ah, ah, but patience! We should have a good, long talk, but not here, no. We shall speak beneath the deep waters, in the deepest bowels of our ancient realm — where everything began.
:Boethius: The realm awakens, Cassiodor! You are the sole survivor of our fallen realm, the sole Remurian left with free will, and you have left us for far too long.
:Boethius: You must return to us, and listen to the lamentation and anger of the long years. Perhaps then you shall be more receptive to my symphony, and to the arrangement of Phobos.
:Boethius: I will await you in the royal city of Remuria, in Domus Aurea, where the Sebastos plied his melody. I will, of course, extend the appropriate hospitality to those souls from the present before your arrival.
:Boethius: Should you still remain resolute when the time comes, their souls will naturally receive their release.
:Boethius: And as for you... You are not part of Phobos's plan, and yet, the great symphony shall in no wise cast out any audience...
:Boethius: Do enjoy the passing prelude I have prepared for you!
:Boethius: If fortune proves favorable, we shall meet again...
;(After defeating the golems)
:Paimon: Well, that shut 'em up. What do we do now, though?
:Paimon: If we wanna save the souls of the townspeople, we're gonna have to head to that doomus aria of whatever that super rude, duper arrogant guy talked about, right?
: As you might recall, we weren't invited...
:Paimon: Since when have we ever needed invitations to crash some bad guy's party?
:Paimon: Oh, right, but from what he said, he seems to have known Osse for a long time. Said they worked for the "Sebastos" or whatever...
: We need to have a good talk before we go...
:: "Cassiodor."
:: If you have anything you'd like to ask me, this time, I shall tell you all I know...
: Tell us about Remuria...
::Paimon: That's where you and that rude fellow are both from, right, Osse?
:: We've heard that name before.
:::Paimon: That's true! We heard about Remuria back in the Fortress of Meropide. Apparently, it was ruled by a god named Remus.
:::Paimon: The stories said Remus rode his big ship around and conquered all of Fontaine... but that's as much as Paimon knows.
:: Seems to be an ancient nation.
::Osse: Very well. The story begins before the Court of Fontaine as you know it was born...
::Osse: The Sebastos, Remus, founded a nation above the High Sea that is Fontaine, and the ancestors of the present-day Fontainians named him the "Dark Lord Remus" in their terror.
::Osse: Before it sank, this body of water was part of the Great Fontaine Lake and the location where the capital of Remuria was sited. As such, these waters have the same properties as those of Fontaine.
::Paimon: Wait, so we're actually in the ruins of Remuria now?
::Osse: Indeed. But where the tale differs from commonly-told history is...
::Osse: The people of Remuria were not ordinary humans like the Fontainians. Rather, they were a new race, their bodies were cast of stone, with Ichor for blood.
::Osse: The Sebastos gave us such bodies in the hope that we could escape our prisons of rotting flesh and fate.
::Osse: His great vision was that we should all grasp the power of the Symphony and thereby escape the shackles of Fortuna, becoming the masters of our own destiny.
::Paimon: So those stone statues we saw on the way here... those were your... kin?
::Osse: Precisely so. I fear that they have long lost their free will, however, becoming mindless slaves, worse off by far than the humans of old, easily perishable though they are.
::Paimon: Wait, in that case, why are you a cat?
::Osse: I am a cat... "for now." And one's will and soul are more important than one's body, are they not? Regardless, it was the Sebastos who gave me new life.
::Osse: We once possessed all of the High Sea, countless cities and palaces, flowers, flowing wine... and yet, fate found us all the same.
::Osse: After returning from the deepest depths of the sea, the Sebastos used Ichor to create imperishable bodies for the people, and still, the prophesied future did not change.
::Osse: Our God King believed that it was because human souls could not escape the gravity of fate, and so he wrote the "Symphony," a music that could weave destiny.
::Osse: He believed that through this he had found a way to resist fate, but instead that path led us into utter darkness, step by step.
::Osse: And in the end, the entire kingdom sank beneath the waves, as though it had been smote by divine judgment...
::Paimon: No...
::Osse: I fear that even he did not foresee such an outcome, though all the same, that is what happened.
:;(Return to option selection)
: So, tell us about your impudent friend...
::Paimon: Right! And he called you "Cassiodor" or something, right? But aren't you called Ouran... Oura... something?
::Osse: Just as I have traversed many bodies, I have had many names. Of course, this is all thanks to the Sebastos, who separated my soul from the Grand Symphony...
:: A convenient ability indeed.
:: ...You weren't planning on puppeting one of us at some point, were you?
:::Osse: Meow? Meow meow?
:::Paimon: Whoa, who would've thought such a cute little cat would consider doing something so horrible? ...Hey, waitasec! That means that you aren't even a cute kitty in the first place!
:::Osse: Well, be that as it may, , you are used to playing the courageous savior, are you not? I, too, play the role I know well... albeit in an unfamiliar form.
::Osse: But back to Boethius... He was not always evil. He was once a noble Harmost of Remuria, and the sole survivor following the great catastrophe that befell.
::Osse: The original purpose of the golden castellum was to unify our surviving kin and prevent the catastrophe of the rising waters from ever occurring again. But evidently, Boethius had his own designs...
::Osse: While I and my companions ranged across the land, struggling mightily to contain the power of the primordial waters, he used his eloquent tongue to sway those who remained.
::Osse: He initiated a fell ritual that aimed to restore the shattered "symphony" and revive the ruined realm. To this end, he did not hesitate to dissolve the will of our kin and plunder the souls of Fontainians everywhere.
::Osse: Many rulers and nobles became his pawns, and polities newly-born lay on the brink of destruction.
::Osse: To stop him, who had by now clearly become a monster, I could only forsake my name and become one who hunts phantoms, resisting him alongside the Fontainians.
::Osse: Bitter was the conflict before we were at last able to seal both him and the sea that had devoured our nation.
:: And that is why he names you traitor.
::Osse: I followed the Sebastos precisely because he had shown me that golden dream, a land where prejudice and difference were no more, a land of justice and freedom.
::Osse: But that was what it had become after Remuria sank... no more than a dream. I would rather be called a traitor than let Boethius trample on our ideals.
::Osse: I swore upon fate that I would serve as the barrier between past and present. Thus did I become the spirit-keeper of our ancient land.
::Paimon: Guess Mr. Impolite's a pretty stubborn guy, huh? Even after being beaten up and sealed, he's still looking to break out and cause trouble...
::Osse: I had thought that even if evil lingered in him, his soul had long been broken, and he would remain naught but discordant notes, a "symphony" plunged into strife.
::Osse: I never thought that he would weave his shattered self into the "symphony" and thus gain mastery over it. The discord and dissonance that now emanates from these waters can be regarded as an extension of his power.
::Osse: If we are to defeat him... I fear we must await the moment when all his soul fragments have gathered around one body.
:;(Return to option selection)
: Let's hear about the symphony and "Phobos"...
::Osse: Where should I even begin... The "Symphony" is human memory and persona woven into a melody through musical notation, creating a song in which human souls can dwell and have their wishes fulfilled.
::Osse: In that way, to master the "Symphony" is to master "fate"... This is the secret that the Great Golden Bee Sybilla, the prophet who survived the previous cycle, imparted.
::Osse: The Sebastos, who created the "Symphony," poured these melodies into the insoluble Ichor, in hopes that all might control their own fates through playing that music.
::Osse: He overestimated us, I fear, for his deeds terrified us... The people could not bear the burden of fate, and they begged their god and superiors for guidance.
::Osse: At the request of the people, the Sebastos wrote all melodies into the grandest of melodies. This new Symphony would bring us all the greatest of happiness — and its name was "Phobos."
:: But it did not bring what was promised...
::Osse: Indeed. You saw how it all ended, didn't you?
::Osse: Had the Sebastos's plan worked, the Symphony would have woven a melody of utmost gentleness for us all — an eternity that would last a thousand years and beyond. But something went wrong...
::Osse: Besides the Sebastos himself, only said superiors, the Harmosts, could have changed Phobos's melody.
::Osse: And Boethius... was once an excellent Harmost.
:;(Return to option selection)
: So, about the dreamscape I saw...
::
::Osse: Ah, yes, those were indeed the memories left by he whom I served, the Sebastos, the God King Remus. Though I do not understand how you were able to see them, ...
::Osse: But I do not think you need to worry. If this chaotic "symphony" was enough to control you, it would have done so long ago on the surface. But that has not happened, yes?
::Paimon: Hmm. Speaking of which, why isn't Este affected? Is he just, uh, especially gifted?
::Osse: I do have some idea, but it might be best to wait for the right time to speak of that.
::Paimon: Oh, here we go again with the cliffhangers... Just don't forget to tell us, alright?
::Osse: In any case, since you can see these things, , that means that some fragment of the Sebastos's will and memory remains in this underwater symphony.
::Osse: Long millennia have I searched... and if you could touch some more of these memories, perhaps I may find the answers I have sought all this time...
::Osse: The great waves could not hurt a god, even should their crests scrape the very skies. And yet, the Sebastos disappeared without a trace when our nation fell into the depths...
::Osse: He would not have sat idly by as his nation and people drowned in blood... So where did he go? Or was his passing Remuria's true death knell?
::Osse: ...
:;(Return to option selection)
: That's all for now. We can leave the rest for later.
:Osse: Very well. If there is anything else you wish to know, do not hesitate to ask me.
:Paimon: Guess we're heading to Domus Aurea next, so we can meet that rude guy, right? It's gonna be dangerous for sure, but...
:Osse: I will continue to guide you. It is, after all, my homeland. Though it may have sunk to the very bottom of the sea, I remember its paths still, even after all these millennia...
:Osse: ...Or so I believe.
: Just don't let us down when it counts...
: Cat's out of the bag.
:Osse: Should we encounter difficulties, you may count on me. Do not forget that I am far stronger than an ordinary cat.
:Paimon: Y'know, every time Paimon remembers that you're actually an ancient person from thousands of years ago, it just feels wrong that we're calling you Osse... But your full name is way too long, so...
:Paimon: Okay, let's just call you "Monsieur Os," then! What do you think? Is it polite enough?
:Monsieur Os: A name to me is nothing more than a label, but as this represents your acknowledgment, Paimon, I will gladly accept it.
:Paimon: Hehe, let's move out! It wouldn't be too bad to keep your rude friend waiting, but the townspeople can't wait that long.
;(Talk to Monsieur Os again, optional)
:Monsieur Os: Hmm. is there anything else you'd like to ask?
: About the symphony on the mural...
::Monsieur Os: Oh yeah, since Boethius has run off, guess we can finally play this mural symphony in peace!
::Monsieur Os: This piece of music depicts the first legendary voyage of the Sebastos to the land called Meropis, guided by the oracle Sybilla.
::Monsieur Os: This was the beginning of our ancient civilization, the beginning of all the stories that would follow.
::Monsieur Os: It being recorded here means that that fellow believed that the principle of cycles would cause the old civilization to resurface, resulting in the drama playing out over and over again.
::Monsieur Os: But since it is a drama, then it needs a protagonist... and if you wish to enjoy the music, why don't you try playing the part?
::Monsieur Os: Of course, the musical score here will be transferred onto the "blank score" you retrieved previously. You can then listen to the song at any time.
: I've still got a few more questions...
:: Tell us about Remuria...
:::Monsieur Os: Very well. The story begins before the Court of Fontaine as you know it was born...
:::Monsieur Os: The Sebastos, Remus, founded a nation above the High Sea that is Fontaine, and the ancestors of the present-day Fontainians named him the "Dark Lord Remus" in their terror.
:::Monsieur Os: Before it sank, this body of water was part of the Great Fontaine Lake and the location where the capital of Remuria was sited. As such, these waters have the same properties as those of Fontaine.
:::Monsieur Os: Unlike what you hear from most histories, the people of Remuria were not ordinary humans like the Fontainians. Rather, they were a new race, their bodies were cast of stone, with Ichor for blood.
:::Monsieur Os: The Sebastos gave us such bodies in the hope that we could escape our prisons of rotting flesh and fate.
:::Monsieur Os: His great vision was that we should all grasp the power of the Symphony and thereby escape the shackles of Fortuna, becoming the masters of our own destiny.
:::Monsieur Os: We once possessed all of the High Sea, countless cities and palaces, flowers, flowing wine... and yet, fate found us all the same.
:::Monsieur Os: After returning from the deepest depths of the sea, the Sebastos used Ichor to create imperishable bodies for the people, and still, the prophesied future did not change.
:::Monsieur Os: Our God King believed that it was because human souls could not escape the gravity of fate, and so he wrote the "Symphony," a music that could weave destiny.
:::Monsieur Os: He believed that through this he had found a way to resist fate, but instead that path led us into utter darkness, step by step.
:::Monsieur Os: And in the end, the entire kingdom sank beneath the waves, as though it had been smote by divine judgment...
:::Monsieur Os: I fear that even he did not foresee such an outcome, though all the same, that is what happened.
:: So, tell us about your impudent friend...
:::Monsieur Os: Boethius... He was not always evil. He was once a noble Harmost of Remuria, and the sole survivor following the catastrophe that befell us.
:::Monsieur Os: The original purpose of the golden castellum was to unify our surviving kin and prevent the catastrophe of the rising waters from ever occurring again. But evidently, Boethius had his own designs...
:::Monsieur Os: While I and my companions ranged across the land, struggling mightily to contain the power of the primordial waters, he used his eloquent tongue to sway those who remained.
:::Monsieur Os: He initiated a fell ritual that aimed to restore the shattered "symphony" and revive the ruined realm. To this end, he did not hesitate to dissolve the will of our kin and plunder the souls of Fontainians everywhere.
:::Monsieur Os: Many rulers and nobles became his pawns, and polities newly-born lay on the brink of destruction.
:::Monsieur Os: To stop him, who had by now clearly become a monster, I could only forsake my name and become one who hunts phantoms, resisting him alongside the Fontainians.
:::Monsieur Os: Bitter was the conflict before we were at last able to seal both him and the sea that had devoured our nation.
:::Monsieur Os: I swore upon fate that I would serve as the barrier between past and present. Thus did I become the spirit-keeper of our ancient land.
:::Monsieur Os: I had thought that even if evil lingered in him, his soul had long been broken, and he would remain naught but discordant notes, a "symphony" plunged into strife.
:::Monsieur Os: I never thought that he would weave his shattered self into the "symphony" and thus gain mastery over it. The discord and dissonance that now emanates from these waters can be regarded as an extension of his power.
:::Monsieur Os: If we are to defeat him... I fear we must await the moment when all his soul fragments have gathered around one body.
:: Let's hear about the symphony and "Phobos"...
:::Monsieur Os: Where should I even begin... The "Symphony" is human memory and persona woven into a melody through musical notation, creating a song in which human souls can dwell and have their wishes fulfilled.
:::Monsieur Os: In that way, to master the "Symphony" is to master "fate"... This is the secret that the Great Golden Bee Sybilla, the prophet who survived the previous cycle, imparted.
:::Monsieur Os: The Sebastos, who created the "Symphony," poured these melodies into the insoluble Ichor, in hopes that all might control their own fates through playing that music.
:::Monsieur Os: He overestimated us, I fear, for his deeds terrified us... The people could not bear the burden of fate, and they begged their god and superiors for guidance.
:::Monsieur Os: At the request of the people, the Sebastos wrote all melodies into the grandest of melodies. This new Symphony would bring us all the greatest of happiness — and its name was "Phobos."
:::Monsieur Os: Had the Sebastos's plan worked, the Symphony would have woven a melody of utmost gentleness for us all — an eternity that would last a thousand years and beyond. But something went wrong...
:::Monsieur Os: Besides the Sebastos himself, only said superiors, the Harmosts, could have changed Phobos's melody.
:::Monsieur Os: And Boethius... was once an excellent Harmost.
:: So, about the dreamscape I saw...
:::Monsieur Os: Ah, yes, those were indeed the memories left by he whom I served, the Sebastos, the God King Remus. Though I do not understand how you were able to see them, ...
:::Monsieur Os: But I do not think you need to worry. If this chaotic "symphony" was enough to control you, it would have done so long ago on the surface. But that has not happened, yes?
:::Monsieur Os: Since you can see these things, , that means that some fragment of the Sebastos's will and memory remains in this underwater symphony.
:::Monsieur Os: Long millennia have I searched... and if you could touch some more of these memories, perhaps I may find the answers I have sought all this time...
:::Monsieur Os: The great waves could not hurt a god, even should their crests scrape the very skies. And yet, the Sebastos disappeared without a trace when our nation fell into the depths...
:::Monsieur Os: He would not have sat idly by as his nation and people drowned in blood... So where did he go? Or was his passing Remuria's true death knell?
:::Monsieur Os: ...
:: I don't have any other questions.
::;(Exit dialogue)
: (Pet him.)
:;(If the player pets Monsieur Os' face)
:::Monsieur Os: *sigh* What will I do with you...
:;(If the player pets Monsieur Os' chest)
:::Monsieur Os: Ugh. You're getting carried away, aren't you?
:;(If the player pets Monsieur Os' back or back leg)
:::Monsieur Os: Oh fine... If it's you doing it...
:;(If the player pets Monsieur Os' tail)
:::Monsieur Os: This still feels weird... Why are you so persistent?
:;(If the player touches Monsieur Os' pendant, one of the following lines displays at random)
:::Osse: As for this thing, the Sebastos... Never mind. We'll talk about it next time.
:::Osse: Did you notice something? Yes, this does indeed contain Ichor.
:::Osse: My soul is not imprinted on it... Hmm, how should I explain this...
: It's nothing.
::Monsieur Os: Alright. If there is anything you wish to know, do not hesitate to ask me.
==Trivia==
*Boethius's line, "Not only do we have the same hardy skin, but in our veins flows the same divine essence. We share the same wisdom and melody — the same will," is derived from "Song of Serenity," Movement 2, Stanza 84, which can be found in the Orthant of Souls.
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