Note: My love and devotion of Eternal Sonata demands that I do something other than write a strategy guide for it... I've been wishing for PA's in this game for a while since there's so little character interaction, so I might as well try to cook some up. Not likely to be any of my better writings, since they're meant to tell more than anything else. Maybe they'd be better drawn...
Disclaimer: Eternal Sonata (Trusty Bell) is created and produced by Tri-Crescendo and Bandai-Namco. Fanworks are not claimed in any way to be in possession of the rights and ownership of the game or anything within it.
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Private Actions
Chapter 1: Tenuto's Harvest
(Frederic, Falsetto, Claves, March, Beat, and Salsa)
"What else do you suppose is in there..."
"I don't know if I want to find out..."
Frederic arrives at the door to see the rest of their comrades crowded around the stove in Polka's house.
"What is the matter?" he asks, walking to the table.
Beat answers for them. "We're looking at the stew up there."
Salsa doesn't look away from the pot, as if scared to turn her back on it. "It's a monster..."
March clarifies: "It's a very very empty. I didn't know that you could eat such a thing before."
"I've heard of people eating such things, but this is the first time I've seen it myself. Everything around Andante is poisonous, after all," Falsetto says.
Claves chuckles. "Anything can be eaten, but how does it taste?"
Beat, Salsa, and March all shudder. Falsetto looks disconcerted.
"Frederic, you've stayed at Polka's place before, haven't you?"
"Well, yes..."
"How was the food?"
"..."
Everyone watches as Frederic turns around in contemplation. "It was indescribable. I was still new to this world when I came here, and all the colors had yet to be filled..."
"What does that mean?"
"I think it means he didn't taste anything."
"Maybe he doesn't remember what it tasted like?"
"He could just taste it again and see."
"Or maybe we could." This was from Claves.
"Er... I think I'll pass," Falsetto said.
"I'll try it, then."
Claves takes the ladle from the pot and pours herself a small bowl. She then sips the broth, smiles, places the bowl down as if to speak, and then suddenly collapses.
"!!!!"
"Claves!"
"Oh no!"
Later:
"It isn't kind to do that sort of thing to them, much less in Polka's house," Frederic says as he steps towards the window of Polka's room. The others had been chased out a while back on the promise (and premise) that his magic would help her.
Of course it would, but that would only be so if she had been hurt at all in the first place.
"Sorry, I just wanted to scare them a bit. They were making such a big deal out of it that I couldn't help myself." Claves sits up at the bed, rubbing the cat's head as it tries to claw at her hand.
"You almost got me there with that one," Falsetto says from the doorway.
"Sorry," she says again, not looking very apologetic.
"You didn't help things either, you know."
"My apologies as well. I had only intended to say that the taste was much more exotic and flavorful than I had been expecting for a dream."
"That still doesn't say that it was good."
Claves grins slightly. "It's to die for."
"That's not funny."