Yesterday, Ambrosia was kidnapped in the middle of her interview. Today, the boys rescue her.
Ambrosia of the Phoenix
Wildfire of the Valkyrie
Setting: A log cabin with a roaring fire and two couches facing each other.
Ambrosia: All of you have my deepest gratitude. I regret having caused so much trouble. I hope none of you were harmed.
[Leon brushes pine needles out of his hair, and Ryan warms his hands by the fire.]
Eli: I’m just glad that’s all over with now.
Leon: All you did was eat s’mores here.
Eli: That you all are now enjoying. You’re welcome.
[Ryan points at Kiess, who is in lumberjack attire.]
Ryan: Why is this guy even here? And in this get up?
Kiess: You seem cold, would you rather go to the island? It’s still warm this time of year.
Ryan: …I’m good.
Kiess: As for how I got here, not even I know. And these clothes are not that ridiculous, many people wear them in this environment.
Leon: Nah, man. You look like Paul Bunyan.
Eli: Okay, bottom line is that we’re all back safe and sound, including Ambrosia, and we got Kiess back, for whatever reason. Can we continue the interview then?
Ambrosia: Ah, we could…but after such a trying experience, I feel like you should rest. There’s plenty of room at the cabin here –
Wildfire: No. No, no, no. They are not staying overnight. If you don’t want to interview them, I’ll get it over with. Let’s see…what was next? Right. What’s on everyone’s wishlist?
Ambrosia: Lady Wildfire…
Wildfire: That question was originally for these three bozos, but I guess you can answer too, Paul Bunyan.
Leon: What, do you want to buy me something?
Wildfire: Oh, dream on.
Kiess: Hmm, my island doesn’t celebrate the holiday you’re referring to.
Ambrosia: Neither does mines.
Kiess: But if you’re asking me if I would like something, those s’mores were enjoyable.
Eli: I’m a sock guy.
Ryan: I guess I could use some guitar picks. Or a new hoodie.
Eli: If you’re asking for more things, then I also want ice cream.
Ryan: You can’t wrap that.
Leon: Mine’s a secret.
Eli: What’s the point in that?! Santa won’t know unless you write your list and send it to him!
Ambrosia: Sir Santa…he is a friend of yours? He sounds quite generous if he sends gifts to those who write to him.
Wildfire: Or maybe he’s just a lonely leech, trying to win friends through gifts. I hear he’s a fat, old man. He already sounds like a creep.
Ambrosia: Lady Wildfire, please don’t offend poor Sir Santa.
Wildfire: Why? Is he here? I didn’t realize Kiess was not only Paul Bunyan but Santa in disguise.
Ambrosia: Forgive Lady Wildfire. It may be that she’s tired.
Wildfire: You know, what I’m tired of? You making excuses for what you think is bad manners. It’s confidence. Live with it. Heh, not that you know what that’s like.
Ambrosia: It’s been quite a long evening, hasn’t it? Let’s end the interview here, and you can rest. I’ll happily set up a room for each of you here.
Wildfire: Oh, great.
Ambrosia: I’m glad you’re just as pleased as I am, Lady Wildfire.
[She stands up and approaches the boys.]
Ambrosia: I know it’s cold.
[She pulls off her scarlet shawl and holds it out to them.]
Ambrosia: Here. It isn’t much, but it should be able to offer you at least a little warmth. It’s only big enough for one person – maybe even two – but if you wait here, I’ll try and see if I can find more.
[Ryan looks above their heads and grimaces. ]
Kiess: What is that green thing with the red ribbon?
Ryan: Mistletoe. Tis’ the season.
Kiess: What? You guys look upset.
Eli: It’s tradition that when two people meet, they kiss under the mistletoe.
Kiess: Is this a binding law?
Ambrosia: I-It isn’t, right?
Ryan: No. No. No. Nope.
Leon: It’s bad luck to ignore it.
Ambrosia: Um…Sir Leon, you aren’t suggesting…that we…
[ A laugh is heard from the window.]
Rayma: Oh man, that was too funny. I can’t believe you guys were going to do it.
[Kiess rises to his feet. ]
Rayma: Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I’m also here for the interview. I did get an invitation, but y’all chased me out before I got any questions before. So, I went and put that idiotic plant there for revenge. Hahaha…
[She continues to giggle. As plops down between Ambrosia and Wildfire, the men continue to stare in disbelief .]
Eli: Are we just going to let this slide?
Ryan: Who the h gave her an invitation?
Wildfire: Ambrosia, who did you invite this time? Seriously, what were you thinking?
Ambrosia: I don’t like to see anyone left out?
Wildfire: Why is that a question? Are you even paying attention to who you’re inviting?
Ambrosia: You can be rest assured of that! I’m just taken aback by this sudden turn of events.
Wildfire: If you invited her, then you should have expected that much. Or was it actually Arsenik who gave her an invitation? Getting back at me.
Ambrosia: Sir Arsenik isn’t a petty man. I’m simply not familiar with Lady Rayma’s character…
Wildfire: Well, you are now. Whether or not you’re covering for a certain someone, I thought we were bringing this interview to an end?
Ambrosia: Ah, but it doesn’t seem right to end it without asking her a few questions first.
Wildfire: You are such a pushover. Rayma…what do you think of Santa Claus?
Rayma: Why thank you. I think I like these girls. Now about your question, of course I prepared myself with Christmas trivia unlike that fool over there.
[Kiess rolls his one visible eye.]
Rayma: Santa Claus, as I have researched, is a big oaf that kidnaps a bunch of kids and forces them to work in labor camps.
Leon: That’s not right.
Rayma: Oh? What do you think those elves are? Who makes all of the toys?
Ryan: I think that’s enough. You’ll hurt the red idiot if you keep spitting nonsense.
Kiess: Next question to get this over with, please. We have to return to our own worlds, especially her.
Wildfire: That was all the questions I had. It wasn’t even one I cared about. So, buh-bye, Rayma.
Ambrosia: Please wait. Lady Rayma, do you have any friends or family to spend Christmas with?
Rayma: Friends or family? That’s a good one. Seeing as I about kill anyone I come into contact with, that’s a hard no. And I’m not gonna spout that nonsense of “oh I’m ever so lonely on such a magical day” or “I don’t need anyone because I have myself.” It really isn’t that big a deal.
Kiess: She’s jealous because Santa never brings her anything.
Eli: I knew it!
Kiess: And now she is literally the Grinch.
Leon: So you know who the Grinch is, but not Paul Bunyan?
Rayma: As I have studied, this is a useless holiday. It’s fueled by capitalism and commercialism to guilt people into buying gifts. Then it becomes a competition of who loves who more proven by a price tag. Society has brainwashed us into thinking Christmas is all about cheer and good tidings but in reality is hollow and superficial.
Ryan: She is the Grinch…
Ambrosia: Oh, Lady Rayma…it sounds like someone could use the gift of warmth and friendship!
[She holds out her arms to Rayma.]
Wildfire: …Are you serious?
Leon: I wouldn’t do that!
Ryan: You were literally kidnapped earlier by that one.
Rayma: You weirdo freak, I swear…!
[Ambrosia’s arms come around Rayma in a hug.]
[And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day. And then, the true meaning of Christmas came through…]
Rayma: What the…?
Ambrosia: Merry Christmas, Lady Rayma!
Leon: I don’t believe it.
Eli: A real Christmas miracle!
Ryan: Looks like it.
Kiess: I think I like this thing you guys call Christmas.
Rayma: It isn’t that bad…I guess.
Eli: Who would have thought that the night would end so lovely?
Ryan: Is it over yet?
Leon: Then, let’s start with the goodbyes. Thanks for having us.
Kiess: How do I get out of these clothes?
Wildfire: Want to help him with that, Ambrosia?
Ambrosia: Lady Wildfire, that is a poor jest.
Wildfire: What? You like helping people, don’t you?
Eli: It was another crazy adventure! But I’m glad that it happened.
Ryan: At least none of us disappeared forever this time.
Leon: I know I won’t forget this event any time soon. Everyone, together now…
Destiny Voyage Cast: ~ ♥ Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! ♥ ~
Ambrosia: Yes, a very Merry Christmas to you all!
Wildfire: A little slow there, aren’t you?
Ambrosia: Perhaps, but I haven’t heard from you at all, Lady Wildfire.
Wildfire: You’re not going to.
Ambrosia: I think someone else could also use the gift of warmth and friendship.
Wildfire: Get away from me. Don’t you hug me.
Stay tuned! Tomorrow, the protagonists of War: 13th Day will interview the characters of another amazing English visual novel.
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