Ninth Spark:
[A few nights later on the deck for the Fullmoon Party.]
[Dia is by the bow of the ship overlooking the ocean]
Dia: [gripping her head] I… hate… alcohol…[moans and slumps to the floor while holding the rail]
[Nathan walks over and hands her a glass of water]
Nathan: Here.
[Dia takes the water and gulps it down]
Nathan: Didn’t you work at a bar?
Dia: Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I actually drank anything there.
Nathan: You don’t have to drink anything during the party if you don’t want to.
Dia: I know but… [sighs and takes another small sip] You all look like you’re having fun and I wanna join in. [sets her head back] I really should be more careful.
Nathan: You should. You worry us a lot.
Dia: Way to rub salt in the wound.
Nathan: I know he won’t say it to your face, so I’ll tell you for him.
Dia: Hm?
Nathan: Eduardo is the most worried about you.
Dia: Now that you mention it… [looks over at Eduardo, who looks away]
[Nathan takes the empty glass]
Nathan: I’ll go get you some more water.
Dia: Thanks- oh great. He’s gone. [sighs] Eduardo…
[Eduardo, as if on cue, appears in front of her]
Eduardo: You rang? Hm? [sets his hand on her forehead]
Dia: [smiles and visibly relaxes] Your hand feels good…
Eduardo: Don’t you be getting sick on me.
Dia: I’m not~. It’s just that I drank something I should’t have.
[Eduardo says nothing, and after a moment, he sweeps Dia into his arms]
Dia: W-What are you-?!
Eduardo: Shut up! [walking her across the deck] You drank too much, didn’t you?
Dia: W-Well, yeah… I think…
Eduardo: [sighs] You’re hopeless. [kicks the door open with his foot and gently sets her down on the bed]
Dia: I’m fine though…
Eduardo: No, you’re not. You look sick.
Dia: [mumbles] I’m fine…
Eduardo: Just stay there and rest. If you get up and move around I’ll shoot you. [leaves]
Dia: So scary… Maybe Nate was actually wrong…
~*~
[The next morning, Dia is sitting down in the galley with her head on the table and her arms outstretched on top of it]
Dia: I hate alcohol. I hate mornings. I hate hangovers.
Morgan: [overly loud] Well, look who’s up early!
Dia: [gripping her head] [quietly] Morning…
Russell: What? You got a hangover?
Dia: Yes…
Russell: You’re so pathetic! You didn’t even drink that much!
Dia: [moans] Please be a little quieter…
Christopher: Are you alright, Dia?
Russell: She’s fine, Doc. Just got a hangover.
Christopher: I see. [to Dia] I’ll get Nathan to give you some orange juice. That should cure that hangover.
Dia: ‘Kay…
Nathan: Breakfast’s ready.
Everyone other than Dia: YEAH!!!!
Dia: [mumbling] Yeah… [as she’s eating and looking around] [thinking] Wait a second… [speaking] Anyone seen Eduardo?
Thomas: Nnnnope!
Russell: I thought he went back to your room.
Dia: Not that I remember.
Nathan: [sets a small plate of food next to Dia] You’ll probably see him first. Give him this.
Dia: Okay…
~*~
[Dia walks up to the main deck and spots Eduardo leaning on the rail by the wheel]
Dia: There you are! [mumbles to herself] owowowowowowowowowowowowow…. Stupid headache…
Eduardo: Hm. You seem better.
Dia: Other than a raging headache, I’m much better.
Eduardo: [gives her a side look] What’s that?
Dia: Breakfast.
[Eduardo takes the plate and sits down, motioning for Dia to join him. She does]
Dia: Why didn’t you show up for breakfast? Busy up here?
Eduardo: You could say that.
Dia: … Something’s bothering you.
Eduardo: Your talent for reading people is getting annoying.
Dia: I never said you had to tell me. [pause] But it’s about your father, isn’t it.
Eduardo: You-
Dia: Lucky guess. [looks up at the sky] But whenever something’s bothering you, half of the time it’s about your mother and the other half it’s about your father.
Eduardo: Get out of my head, Dia. It’s irritating.
Dia: So I’m right.
Eduardo: … I don’t want to talk about it.
Dia: Suit yourself. [stands up] I have to get to work. See ya!
~*~
Morgan: Okay!
Dia: Huh?
Morgan: I’ve decided!
Dia: Decided? On what?
Morgan: Our next destination! We’re headed to Moldor!
Dia: Moldor? But you can’t just sail into Moldor! Especially since-
Russell: What’s the problem with Moldor?
Dia: Well… [scratches the back of her head] I’m not exactly welcome by the military.
Russell: Oh? Why?
Dia: [looks away] It’s a long story.
Morgan: [laughs] So our sweet and innocent Dia did something in Moldor to get her in trouble?
Dia: Not exactly…
Thomas: Whoa, what did you do?
Dia: I, uh, kinda, sorta, maybe, indirectly started a riot…
Thomas and Russell: YOU STARTED A RIOT IN MOLDOR?!?!?!?!
Dia: ^^; Calm down…
Thomas and Russell: WHAT FOR?! HOW?! WHEN?!
Dia: Uh…
Thomas and Russell: TELL US EVERYTHING!!!
Dia: Well… a few years back, I was earning money as part of an entertainment troupe. I was the songwriter and a lead singer. One day while performing a new song titled “Riot”, people took it literally and started an actual riot. It wasn’t supposed to be taken literally; it was a metaphor for uniting and standing up for what you believe in, not to actually start a riot.
Thomas: And they kicked you out?!
Dia: Yeah. I was singing it at the time so they blamed me. [hangs her head] I haven’t been allowed back in Moldor since.
Captain: [laughs] Well, well, well. You have some past, woman!
Dia: [thinking] Already almost a month on this ship and he STILL won’t call me by my name!
Nathan: Then she can just stay on the ship-
Morgan: She’s coming with us!
Everyone else: … HUH?
Dia: But if I get caught-
Morgan: How long ago did you get kicked out?
Dia: Two years ago.
Morgan: Then no problem! It was simply a riot. They probably have forgotten all about it already!
Thomas: [pointing to a Wanted Poster with Dia’s face on it] Isn’t that Dia?
Morgan: … Alright then! She stays on the ship!
Dia: [thinking] Didn’t Nate already suggest that?
~*~
Dia: [sighs] It’s so boring here… Man, everyone else is so lucky. I wanna go shopping too…
[SFX: Footsteps coming up the gangplank]
Dia: [looks up] Hm?
[Enter: Navy soldiers]
Soldier A: You there! Girl!
Dia: Yes, sir?
Soldier B: Are you [epicly mispronounces her name] Kairiena Dia Anafel?
Dia: Me? No.
Soldier C: You look like her! Don’t lie!
Dia: But I-
Soldier A: You can’t run anymore! [correct pronunciation] Kairiena Dia Anafel!
Dia: [thinking] SHIT.
[Soldiers B and C each take one of her arms]
Soldier A: You are under arrest!
Dia: W-What?!
