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So on Gamagoori's expy (Duduu/ドゥドゥー) - his name is either Dudu (a Portuguese diminutive of Eduardo) or Didier. (Hi, Japanified French...) While I like the latter, Eduardo's meaning (guardian of wealth) fits him a bit better for his role. Also he kinda does look like an Eduardo. More likely than not, Patrick Seitz would be cast for him too, based on the Japanese voicing.

Was surprised to see Skrimir is Laguz-25, not Laguz-15. And, well, anyone who knows me knows I love me some cats. Mordecai and Skrimir are on the top of my list totally not because I RP them.

My personal thoughts on the "Blood Runs Red" chapter is that there may have been ebbs and flows of interspecies hostility, and the citizenry doesn't want to draw the ire of the Daein occupation, thus having to resort to the speech they had. tl;dr they're citizens scared of angering the invading army. Also Kirokan, is there anything on Mordecai's page [if he has one]? I'd be glad to help translate if that's doable.

He is a giant cuddly teddy bear (nigh literally) and nothing can convince me otherwise. ALSO: http://pastebin.com/kEnQzwjeHarold x Benoit. Untrue Rumors about him: - Can eat a bear whole - Can fight off an entire division by himself - Can crush a country out of spite - Can defeat a bear with his bear bare hands - Can grow to the size of a mountain - Can erupt a volcano by coughing Actual things about him: - Makes incredibly good sweets - Forest animals were his friends in his childhood - He speaks fluent bear (Camilla, Harold supports) - Laments over being huge because it scares people - Goes into the forest to cry (Ignis supports) - Known to cry when things go wrong (see Harold B) - Expert charm-maker (might've actually learned from the bears)

Is there any place I can find a list of the Japanese kanji supports? I want to translate more but can't find them.

The F!Kamui and Benoit supports that no one asked for but they're adorable. (Translated by me) http://pastebin.com/xubjLE0Q

INCOMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING CHARLOTTE X BENOIT C RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK Video Link here Translation by me. Charlotte gives me Akira Kogami (Lucky Star) vibes. [spoiler="Benoit x Charlotte C? Rank] B: Hey, Charlotte... C: He~ey. Someone looking for me~? B: Heh... It's me... C: !? ...Oh. Hey Benoit. Well, out with it, ya gigglin' oaf. B: Snrk... As stunning a mood swing as ever. C: Thanks for the compliment. Men like that kind of girl, y'know? All feeble-looking, makes them wanna protect her... Aagh! It's so stupid! That dream girl look is just too much! B: If everyone knew what you were really like, they'd be in for a shock... C: Thanks, Benoit... I'll keep that in mind. If you shatter my facade, I'll shatter your bones. Got it? B: Take it easy. I ain't gonna do that. C: Ah, good. Feigning weakness opens many doors to a gullible heart, after all. Eh, it's troublesome, but if it works on men, I'll keep it up. Teehee! Hey everyone~! How's it going~? B: Heh... it does on me...

When can we call dibs on translating supports? I can do Benoit's whenever they come up. (Seriously my fave character - he's like an Arden flashback.)

Yeah, that's what I thought. Meh, it might've sounded like that to my friend because in her friend's playthrough, Mordecai had died, so she might've thought the context occurred because Mordecai died.

I remember hearing that if Mordecai died, then the Wolves base conversation has a bit of difference in dialogue. Does anyone have that part?

So, Hilda and Zelda are the two Aunts in Sabrina: The Teenage Witch, so there's that as a potential reference. Zelda and Hilda both mean "battle woman", which is enough to differentiate the names while retaining the same meaning to them. (I mean, Adlez would be a weird name to use...) The villain(ess)'s name is Yuga; an interesting tidbit about (what I assume is) her name: it is likely a reference to the mythological Baba Yaga, the latter being pronounced similarly to Yuga. Yaga, based on the similar words developing from other Slavic languages, gives the impression of a cold-hearted witch. There is some theory that she is the Lorule counterpart to Ganondorf. Also, she may be related somehow to Twinrova (who people probably don't remember unless they played either the Oracle Games or Ocarina of Time)(basically she is Ganondorf's mother).

How I see it: Theory 1: [Copyright Issues] If Nintendo / Atlus wanted to trademark Fire Emblem and EMBLEM for cases like Emblem Saga, they would've done it long before now. I feel like this probably isn't the case, but it is possible. Theory 2: [sMT x FE] I feel like this is probably the most likely case, as SMT x FE was announced recently. (6 months ago, but whatever.) However, the problem is the SMT part of it. I want to say it's for it, but we don't know at this point. Theory 3: [Awakening 2] A sequel doesn't seem likely because of all the marriages, but a prequel would be interesting to see. However, this makes game number 6 or 7 (depending on if you count SatellaView) of the Archanea Verse if this was the case, making about half the series on one world. Theory 4: [sacred Stones 2] Possible due to Magvel being the only continent that hasn't had at least two games centered on it yet. While this may be unlikely, it's not like bringing back old continents hasn't been done before. Theory 5: [Jugdral Remakes] If they continue with revitalizing old continents, Jugdral would be next on the list. I feel like they could still do a lot with the games, and they would be bringing the only JP-exclusive continent worldwide, making all the continents internationally released. Theory 6: [New Continent] I would be happy with this, however likely it is. Theory 7: [Just Because] Also possible, but it would make me (and a lot of us) sad that nothing happens because of this.

An idea based on the Outrealms and our favorite FE mascot, Anna. As we all know, Anna is known to have a plethora of ancestors, mothers, aunts, sisters, daughters, nieces all named Anna. Her family even keeps a history log of all the events all the Annas have witnessed in excruciating detail. This magical log is known as the Annathology. [Obvious pun of Anna Anthology.] It not only keeps a record of Annan history, but also helps to stabilize Outrealm history. Without it, all the Outrealms can fall apart. [Much worse than Grima awakening.] Well, someone has taken it. Not only did they take the book, but they intend to rewrite history, with the original Anna's special quill that helps the book stabilize the Outrealms - a fiery red quill known as [you guessed it] the Fire Emblem, the other half of the Anna family heirloom. Your mission is to get the Fire Emblem and the Annathology back before all of history is doomed. [Other story elements currently in progress.] Being that it's an anthology, you go across many of the outrealms, completing chapters in a manner similar to Awakening's World Map, except it's an Outrealm Map this time. The various outrealms contain not only new characters and locales, but old locales and familiar faces as well. Other details being worked out at this time. What do you all think of this idea thus far?

Royal Incest Emblem Female MU x Chrom (gets Lucina & M!Morgan) Male MU x Lucina (gets F!Morgan) M!Morgan x (Basilio & Flavia's daughter if they ever had one) (gets a son) F!Morgan x said son (get a child) ... That family would be so broken. Not to mention that Gen 4 child.

So I have a class called "History and Culture of Games", which has a term paper for its final project, where we discuss something in games, like the evolution of a genre. I chose Fire Emblem. I feel so happy about this. And it's due in less than 12 hours. WHEE~

I have a feeling that there *is* another continent, or *are* other continents. We have confirmed that Valm and Ylisse are the updated continents of Valentia and Archanea, and they form the world of Awakening. However, looking at Deen's ending from Gaiden: "After the war, he unexpectedly disappeared along with the Brave Sword. Rumors say that he crossed over to a continent to the south in search of new conflicts." Being that Archanea/Ylisse is lateral to Valentia/Valm, if the rumors are true, the conclusion is that there must be more than just those two continents. Furthermore, the weather patterns of the continents essentially mirror our Northern Hemisphere (south of the map being hot (Plegia especially) generally means we're just dealing with the north side. Generally. I'm well aware I may be looking too far into this), so it also makes sense that at the least, there is one more continent to the south of Ylisse and Valm. They're just using placeholders, but it could very well be that the southern continent could be an updated Jugdral, or another updated continent. (Or, perhaps, even a new one.) tl;dr - There may be more continents, based on weather patterns and Deen's Gaiden ending. What that continent is, though, is up in the air. They're probably using placeholders for now if they're going to use that for a later game.

The support itself says "break bread". Video Support here:

Maribelle x Gregor, courtesy of justonegamr. If it's not showing the video, I have no idea why it isn't.

Fun fact: "Kjelle" is supposed to be pronounced as "Shella"/"Chella" -it's an Old Norse name, go figure. Anyway! Support Conversation Bomb, INCOMING! [spoiler=Nowi & Virion] [spoiler=C Support] Nowi: Ouch! I really scraped my hands when I slipped back there... Virion: I hear a fair maiden in need of medical aid! Shall Virion tend the wound? Nowi: Oh, could you? Virion: But of course! A dab of ointment, a small, clean bandage... There! Danger has been thwarted thanks to my speedy and skilled treatment. Nowi: Aw, thanks! Virion: No need for thanks, sweet Nowi. Nowi: Hey, so I've noticed that you keep calling me "sweet." Don't you think it's a little belittling or whatever? Virion: If I have offended, you have my apologies. 'Tis but a habit of mine. Pray, do you not like it? Nowi: No, pray! I do not! Virion: Then I shall endeavor to correct myself with all due haste! A nobleman must take care how he addresses others, you know. Especially one as distinguished as you! Nowi: What's so special about me? Virion: Why, you are over a thousand years old! You lived in the time of my great ancestors. You are practically immortal! Divine, even! It ill behooves me to disrespect you. Nowi: Okay, knock it off! You're making me sound like some old lady. Virion: Nonsense, Nowi my sweet! You are charming, young, and beauty itself! Nowi: You really think I'm beautiful? Virion: Let the gods strike me down if it were not so! You see? No lightning strikes. No fire ants nibble at my drawers. Nowi: Wow. You really ARE good at this whole philandering thing. Virion: Ph-ph-philandering?! Where did you hear such a vulgar word?! Nowi: Um, that's what everyone says about you. ...Seriously. Everyone. Even Chrom. Didn't you know? Virion: I most certainly did not! [spoiler=B Support] Nowi: I'm SOOOOOO hungry! When do we EEEAT?! Virion: An empty stomach will not do. I, Virion, shall bring hither victuals. Nowi: Er, Virion?! Where did you go?! VIIIIIIRIIIIIIOOON?! Oh! There you are. Virion: Apologies for the delay, sweet Nowi. I have collected some lovely fresh lettuces. Nowi: Um, that's nice, but... I hate vegetables. Virion: Ah! How foolish of me, offering plants to a dragon! I shall sally forth and find a fatted calf with all haste! Nowi: Wait, Virion! Look, if you want to help, I'd rather you just... kept me company. If we played a game or whatever, that would take my mind off the hunger. Virion: Very well. What would you like to play? Chess? Tiddlywinks? Naughts and crosses? I also know checkers, blind man's bluff, king of the bean, field bowling, falconing– Nowi: I wanna play duck duck dragon! Virion: Duck duck dragon? Well, I say. I'm not familiar with that game. Nowi: It's easy! I turn into a dragon and chase you while spewing white-hot fire. And if I catch you, I totally win! Virion: That sounds dreadful! Nowi: So let's start, okay? I'll count to... um...one million, and you go hide. Virion: One million? Do you realize how long that will take? Nowi: OOOOOONE... TWOOOOOO...THREEEEEE... Virion: My life is flashing in front of my eyes! ...Very, very slowly. Well, I'll not wait for her to finish. Virion, AWAY! [spoiler=A Support] Nowi: Hee hee hee! Today was so much fun! I LOVE duck duck dragon! Virion: Insofar as a terrifying brush with death can be fun, then yes... Nowi: What? I didn't quite catch that. Virion: Er, I was muttering to myself about how much I enjoy these games of ours! Nowi: I know, right? Playing games is pretty much my favorite thing ever. But no one wants to play with me!It's crazy! Virion: I can't imagine why no one else is clamoring to join in... Nowi: But now I have you, and we can play duck duck dragon over and over again! Virion: Over and... over? Dear gods, I don't think my poor heart can take it. And yet I cannot bring myself to wipe that smile of joy from her face... Nowi: Virion? You're doing that thing again. The one where you mumble to yourself? Virion: I am? My apologies. I was just thinking about how sad I'll be when we stop playing. Nowi: I KNEW you liked duck duck dragon! Virion: Er... Nowi: You know, you really should have told me sooner. It's not even dark yet! That means we have time for ONE MORE ROUND! OOOOOONE... TWOOOOOO... THREEEEEE... Virion: No, Nowi! I beg of you, no! I cannot abide the remorseless tick of death's grim clock! Nowi: Geez, what's with the wailing, Virion? I can barely hear myself count. Virion: Um, sweet Nowi? Do you know any games aside from duck duck dragon? I'm concerned you might, er, waste all your dragonstones! ...Yes, that's it. Nowi: Aw, don't worry. Now that I know how much you like it, I'll make the sacrifice! Okay, so where was I? FOOUR... FIIIIIIVE... Virion: NOW she decides to take my feelings into consideration?! ...Still, if she is willing to give up things for my sake, then I must do the same for her. I shall take part in her game, even if it means the death of me! Virion, AWAY! Nowi: SEEEEEEEEEVEN... EEEEEEEEEIGHT... [spoiler=S Support] Nowi: …… Virion: Why the scowl, sweet Nowi? Do you not feel like playing duck duck dragon? Nowi: No. I don't. Virion: But I thought it was your favorite game and that you would never tire of it! I'm willing to have a match now, if you like. My singed hindquarters have nearly healed from the last match! Or perhaps you have thought of some other game? A safer one, perhaps? Nowi: I want to get married. Virion: Playing house is a bit beneath a 1,000-year-old woman, but if you like, I'm all for it. Shall I take on the role of minister? I deliver a crackling good sermon! Nowi: No! I want to marry YOU! Virion: Yes, but then who will play the minister? I suppose I could ask Frederick, although it would be a terribly dull affair... Nowi: Do I really have to spell this out? I don't want to PLAY marriage, Virion. I want to BE MARRIED! …TO YOU! Virion: Y-you want... Wait, to me? Are you serious? Nowi: Yes, yes, and YES! Virion: Right then! I see! ...No, wait. I'm still confused. You, Nowi, wish to marry me? ...Virion? Nowi: AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGH! Yes, you dunderhead! Why do you think I've been chasing you all over the place?! Virion: B-but that was a game! And one I spent in a state of mortal terror, besides. Nowi: *Sniff* D-do you hate me, Virion? Is that it? Do you th-think I'm... ugly? *Sniff* B-b-because I... I couldn't take that! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Virion: Good gracious, no! You're lovely! Oh, please do stop crying! Nowi: Oh, yay! That means you love me! For a moment there, I thought you might turn me down. Virion: Er... Nowi: Aw, Virion, I've liked you since the first moment we met! Everyone treats me so seriously because...Well, you know. 'Cause I'm really old. But you're fun and funny and silly and it's just great! I don't ever want to lose that feeling! Virion: Oh, sweet Nowi. It is true that the times I've spent with you haven't been... entirely unpleasant. And your confession of love makes me realize how truly fond of you I've become. So let us marry, fair Nowi. Not as a game, but for true. Nowi: So you ARE saying yes?! Oh, I'm so excited! We have to go buy a ring right away! That's the rule, right? Virion: We shall buy a magnificent ring fit for a true noblewoman. Nowi: Yay! I can't wait! [spoiler=Ricken & Cordelia] [spoiler=C Support] Cordelia: Ricken, how are you feeling? Are your little legs tired from all the marching? Ricken: Hey, I'm not a child, you know. Cordelia: Apologies. I didn't mean to imply that you were a child. I'm just worried you might be overdoing it. There's no shame in admitting you need the rest–we all get tired sometimes. Ricken: Not you! You're always full of beans! I've never heard you complain once. I don't know how you keep going all the time without stopping... Cordelia: It would take a lot more marching than this to wear me out, I assure you. Ricken: Ha! I know, I could march all day! Cordelia: Then why are your legs still quivering like pudding? Ricken: M-my legs are NOT quivering like pudding! Cordelia: Ricken, you can barely stand.If the enemy were to fall upon us now, you'd be dead. Listen, when we set off again, I want you to ride in one of the convoy wagons. You might even have time for a quick nap. You could use one. Ricken: Hey, I don't need a nap! I'm not a– Cordelia: Once you're feeling better, I need your help with some camp chores. But you're no good to me right now. So sleep. And that's an order! Ricken: Fiiiiiine. Sheesh. Cordelia: Goodness. THAT was difficult... [spoiler=B Support] Ricken: Er, Cordelia? Thanks for before. I have to admit, I was pretty beat up from all that marching. Cordelia: Are you feeling better now? Ricken: Much better! I don't why I was being so stubborn. That was dumb. You know, you sure do spend a lot of time worrying about everyone else, Cordelia. Cordelia: I like to think that's my most important role here. Once in the past, I tried to do too much, and got myself into trouble as a result. At that time, it was Chrom who stepped in and rescued me from myself. If it hadn't been for him, I don't know what would have happened... Ricken: So you used to be young and foolish, too? Hard to imagine! Cordelia: We all were. But now that I'm older and wiser, it's my turn to help others. Ricken: Yeah! And now that I'M older and wiser, I'm gonna help people out as well. First thing I'll do is go around camp and remind everyone not to be pigheaded! Cordelia: Everyone? Including me? Ricken: Okay, okay, maybe not EVERYBODY... [spoiler=A Support] Cordelia: Ricken, you've been busy lately, haven't you? Ricken: Yep! I've been working my fingers to the bone. Cordelia: You really have grown into a reliable young man! Color me impressed. Ricken: Heh. That's the first time you've ever called me a man. Cordelia: Do you mind? Ricken: Only if it's just idle compliments. ...Which that probably was. Cordelia: A man grown, and a clever one to boot! Clearly, I must work on my flattery. Ricken: I knew it! Cordelia: Don't be upset, Ricken. You've come a long way in a short time. You're far ahead of most people twice your age. Ricken: I just wish people would treat me like the man I am, you know? I mean, I know I'm younger than most folks here, and smaller, but still... Cordelia: Respect is earned in time, Ricken. Try to force it, and you'll end up passed out from exhaustion on a baggage wagon. Ricken: Yeah, I know... Cordelia: Still, if you're determined to improve yourself, that's half the battle. Ricken: It is? Great! Cordelia: Keep working at it, and someday you'll be more powerful than me! Ricken: Hey! I told you to stop with the idle flattery! [spoiler=S Support] Ricken: Hey, Cordelia? Can we talk? Cordelia: Of course, Ricken. What's on your mind? Ricken: I was wondering what kind of person I am to you. I mean, how do you see me? Do you still think I'm some ignorant kid who can't be trusted to wash his own ears? Cordelia: Why do you ask? Ricken: Well, er... I was kind of hoping you'd accept this gift. Cordelia: ...A ring? Ricken: It has my family's crest on it, right there. It's our most treasured heirloom. Cordelia: And you want to give it tome? Ricken: Listen, I know that you're smitten with Chrom. Heck, everyone does! But I like you far more than he ever will. Or could, for that matter! So I was thinking that perhaps we could get... you know, married? Cordelia: Wow, I... I wasn't expecting anything like this. I don't know what to say. Honestly, I've always thought of you as something of a kid brother. Ricken: Well, I'm not your brother, Cordelia. I'm nearly a grown man. And now I'm asking you to look at me as the man who's fallen in love with you. Cordelia: You still seem young to me, Ricken. But when I look to the future... Ricken: Yes? Cordelia: I see you becoming something amazing. My equal, my partner, and my champion. Ricken: Does this mean...? Cordelia: Yes. I accept your ring. Ricken: Yippee! We're going to get married! I can't wait for the ceremony! Cordelia: But wait we must. There'll be no ceremony until you come of age. Ricken: Oh, all right. But meanwhile, I'll do all I can to be the man you dreamed of. Plus, you'll be around to make sure I become strong, right? Cordelia: Of course. Although I'm starting to wonder if I have anything left to teach you. You've already made me proud, Ricken. I'm looking forward to our future! [spoiler=Virion & Nah] [spoiler=C Support] Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she doesn't have a care in the world! Virion: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood. Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again… How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games. Virion: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so similar… But no, I don't find her annoying. I don't find ANY woman annoying! You know this! Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age! Virion: Well, perhaps, but… Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible (Me: *Spits out drink*), and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her… Unless… you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her– Virion: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into! Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there… I guessed right, didn't I? Virion: No, no… I was well aware of her… frivolous side. I find it charming. Yes, that's it. Charming. Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her? Virion: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this. (Me: Virion, AWAY!) Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT! [spoiler=B Support] Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation. Virion: Nah, I admire your persistence, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final! Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL! Virion: Aren't you a bit young to be understanding a "woman's heart,"yourself? Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU... Virion: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father! If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you... Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear... Virion: All right, all right, then... I appreciate the apology. Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to forgive me. Virion: Yes, of course. But– Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now. Virion: No, wait. Nah: Yes? Virion: You seem so... crestfallen, my dear... Are you all right? Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question... Virion: Uhm, yes, well... See, it's just– Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day. Virion: B-b-but... ...Gods, is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade? [spoiler=A Support] Virion: Nah... Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you? Virion: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that? Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home. Virion: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you? Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child. Virion: Don't say that. Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I...I didn't even ask... when... when would they come back for me... Virion: ...Nah, I... Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *Sniff* Th-That's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry... Virion: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want to know– even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again. Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father! Virion: Not at all, Nah. Now tell me, what would you like to know? Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail! Virion: *Sigh* Well, as you know, your mother has always looked young, and... [spoiler=Ricken & Severa] [spoiler=C Support] Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day! Ricken: Er... what? Why? Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her father?! Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds! Ricken: You're right – I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we go? Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses... Ricken: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age... Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am, Daddy! Ricken: Hah! I guess I'm not, no. Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother and sister. Ricken: Hmm, yeah, maybe. Kind of an odd thought, now that you mention it. Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you? Ricken: Wha-?! N-not at all! You're adorable, honey! Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it for me? Would Mother be mad? Ricken: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind. You're our daughter, you know? You can have anything you'd like. Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much! Ricken: Heh heh! I love you too, Severa. Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.) [spoiler=B Support] Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total princess when you bought everything I asked for! Ricken: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did... Severa: Daddy, are you listening? Ricken: What? Y-yes dear. I'm listening. Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here the other day! Ricken: Sorry, pumpkin, but no. Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad at me? Ricken: Spare me the puppy-dog eyes, Severa. No means no. We just bought you plenty. Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS! Ricken: Yeesh, talk about an attitude change. Now, look. I'm not saying I won't buy you anything ever... Severa: Oooooh, you're not?! Ricken: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice. Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this – my allowance?! I'm not a child! Ricken: Well then stop acting like one! This is for your own good, Severa. A little hardship in one's youth builds character. Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you! Ricken: Look, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy whatever you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it. Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect SERIOUS returns, is that clear?! Ricken: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts building soon... [spoiler=A Support] Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not again! That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me! Ricken: Er, Severa? What are you doing? Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping. Ricken: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you? Severa: It's not my fault they're defective!They all, like, fell apart and stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID! I get it – I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack... Ricken: Severa, I think you're overreact– Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such a disappointment. Ricken: …… Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it! Ricken: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back to us. Severa: Oh please.Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid? All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up. Ricken: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone. You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same. Severa: Wha–?! Ricken: I love you, honey. And I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as a father. Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't... WAAAAAAAAAH... Ricken: Don't cry. You've been through a lot. I know, but it's all right now. I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey– you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now? Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you die on me again, I'll never forgive you! Ricken: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise. [spoiler=Vaike & Brady] [spoiler=C Support] Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk. Vaike: Um... Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go – just the way you like it. Vaike: Uh, Brady? Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't getting' any hotter! Vaike: Uh, right. S-sorry... *sip*...But, Brady? Brady: Yeah? Vaike: What did ya mean, "just the way I like it"? The Vaike hardly ever drinks tea. Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it everyday. You never miss teatime. Vaike: Hey, I got nothin' against tea, but I've never had a "teatime" in my life. Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait...Did she make it all up? Vaike: Considerin' I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessin' she did. Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now! Vaike: Er, what exactly did she tell you? Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm. Vaike: ...When did my life get so weird? [spoiler=B Support] Brady: Sorry about last time,old-timer. Vaike: What, the tea? Aw, ain't nothin' to apologize for. Ol' Vaike was happy for the chance to chat! Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'. Vaike: ...I'm sorry? Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance. Vaike: It... does? Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said. Vaike: Brady, listen to me. I ain't never had anyone apologize to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's havin' fun with ya again. Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna– Vaike: Brady, wait. Brady: What?! Vaike: As long as you're here, let's just hang out and forget about Maribelle for a while. I'm kinda thankful, actually. If not for her games, you wouldn't have come by! Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit. Vaike: Great! Pull up a seat! [spoiler=A Support] Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says– Vaike: Heh heh... Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet. Vaike: I'm just glad we're able to shoot the breeze like this, Brady. I gotta admit, I was kinda shocked when I first saw ya. Ya seemed a little... scary. Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal. Vaike: What, ya mean the Brady from this era? Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly. Vaike: …… Brady, I... Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like. Vaike: How can ya say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast ya aside once my son's born? I'd never do that! You're my friend, Brady. ...And my son. The Son of Vaike! Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that...*sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums. Vaike: I could never forget ya, Son. I'll remember ya till the day I die and love ya as my future self would. Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer! Vaike: Don't you worry, kid. Teach ain't goin' anywhere anytime soon! [spoiler='Libra & Yarne[size=2]'][/size] [spoiler=C Support] Yarne: …… …… Libra: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that? Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother. Libra: By the gods, Yarne! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been faithful to Panne since the day I proposed! Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth... Libra: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors? Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good enough? Libra: Huh? Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr... Libra: ...Hmm. I guess I see your point. Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line! Libra: Now hold on just one minute! Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you! Libra: *Sigh* Naga, give me strength... [spoiler=B Support] Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father. Libra: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end. Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about? Libra: Hmm... The number of times I knelt down in prayer? Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just know it! Libra: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics and such. Yarne: It sounded more like that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing. Libra: Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers– men and women both. When you're in the thick of battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting with. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again? Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem. Libra: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me. I swear in Naga's good name I would never cheat! Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean you once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did... Libra: ...Ah. Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive you! Libra: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise... [spoiler=A Support] Libra: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you. Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore. Libra: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry. Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time! Libra: Yes, I understand that. And I know you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway. Yarne: …… Libra: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want, isn't it? Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other women. I couldn't bear the though of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again. Libra: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all that's holy that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you. Yarne: I... I don't know what to say.Except... thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise. Libra: Good! Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a good father?! Libra: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog while you say it? [spoiler=Gregor & Noire] [spoiler=C Support] Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle* Gregor: Noire? What is wrong? Why do you make with the crying? Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight. Gregor: Oy! What a horrible night to have curse, yes? Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Everytime she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig. Gregor: Poor child... Here, take Gregor's handkerchief. Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!* Gregor: Gregor cannot let you suffer like this for three whole days... Do not worry. He will go talk with mother and fix situation. Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep. Gregor: Oy! Future Gregor sound like pathetic man-child! Noire: ...Yep. *sniff* Gregor: But that was different Gregor, yes? THIS Gregor much more dependingable! Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff* [spoiler=B Support] Gregor: *Sniff* Gregor is sorry, Noire... Plan was big failure... *sniff* Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do. Gregor: G-Gregor not crying! *sniff* Gregor hit with five-day running-nose curse... Noire: Just like before... Gregor: Oy... You did say this how it played out in bleak, terrible future... *sniff* But look at brightest side– at least hex is broken now, yes? *sniffle* Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself. Gregor: Perhaps some things were simply meant to be... Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before... Gregor: Hmm? Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff* Gregor: *Sniff* Oy, do not cry,pumpkin. Noire: FOOLS! THESE ARE NO TEARS! Gregor: Er... pumpkin? Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face! Gregor: Oy! Why you make with the yelling and the screaming and so forth?! Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head... Gregor: Noire, wait! Is no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff* [spoiler=A Support] Gregor: Hello, Noire. You have moment, yes? Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it? Gregor: Here, have a look. Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me? Gregor: Ho ho! Nothing to Noire, of course. Gregor take these from mother so she not put weird hex on you again. Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything like this before... Gregor: You said we could change nothing, yes? That we are bounded by the fate. But if Gregor do something future Gregor could not, then fate have no hold on life. Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them. Gregor: Gregor only change because pumpkin came back to him. Together, we can change anything. All of us– you, me, mother... everyone! Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again. Gregor: Nothing will take Gregor away from you again. Not even death. Noire: That's... a little much,perhaps? But thanks. Gregor: Hmm... Gregor suddenly have strange feeling... Like fury rising from shadows... Is Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is bears? No... Urk! Is your mother! And she is FURIOUS! Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys. Gregor: Oy, this bad. Gregor best flee before testing "not even death" promise... Bye for now, Noire! Much love! Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better! [spoiler=Kellam & Owain] [spoiler=C Support] Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air...My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what is this? Blood... raging!...A different sort of blood rage than usual! Kellam: Owain? Is everything all right? Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer! Kellam: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious? Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you,stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father! Kellam: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you? Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood! Kellam: All right, Son, just stay where you are–I'll get your mother! Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh...That's not... strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well... [spoiler=B Support] Owain: Um... You're not still upset,are you? Kellam: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I'm relieved you're all right. But what was that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?! Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv– Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time! Kellam: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us. Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time... Kellam: I dunno... A future where everyone talks like you sound's a bit– ...OWAIN, WATCH OUT! Owain: What?! Kellam: ...Grah! Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit! Kellam: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son...We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO! Owain: R-right! *fades* Kellam: We lost them. We should be safe here. Owain: Gods, not again... Kellam: Hmm? Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er... Kellam: This is how what happens? Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff* Kellam: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong? Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother. Kellam: A-all right. I'll be here. [spoiler=A Support] Owain: Father, how's the shoulder? Kellam: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a would to begin with, fortunately. Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if you got killed again. Kellam: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future? Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back! Kellam: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets. Owain: So yes, that's why when I say you took a hit for me, I... I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it. Kellam: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future... Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone – not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine. Kellam: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so – ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids... Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for... dramatic effect. Kellam: ...Wait, WHAT? Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together! Kellam: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become... Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze! Kellam: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least... [spoiler=Kjelle & Owain] [spoiler=C Support] Owain: Well, if it isn't my old nemesis, Kjelle! Kjelle: What do you want, Owain? Owain: Long have we vied for the title of strongest, bound by fat and our unbending wills. But I will not rest until I've put a stop to your nefarious deeds for good! Kjelle: Really, I have no time for this. Do you need something? If not, I'm going to go. Owain: Ugh, come on! Work with me here! Put some feeling in it! I know you hate men, but would it kill you to show a little effort? Kjelle: I don't hate men, I hate idiots. ...A class you fall right into, coincidentally. Even the way you talk makes me angry. Half the time I have no idea what you're saying. It's always stories and sound effects and... posturing. Owain: Which is why I'm speaking normally right now. Kjelle: And yet I still can't see your point. Now go away. Owain: What if I offer to help clean your gear? Come on, it'll be fun. Kjelle: I can take care of my own things. Owain: Fine then! Just... fine! I don't need this! I can go anywhere and be insulted! Kjelle: …… [spoiler=B Support] Owain: You bear an ominous mien, nemesis! Your face is as a rose-lit dawn wreathed in storm clouds of ebon black! Kjelle: …… Owain: Where is it that calls you hence? What dark purpose spurs you on?! Is it the path of the fallen you walk, or the road to redemption? Kjelle: I'm going to the storehouse because my things are there. And what's this about my mien, huh? Was that because I'm a woman? I don't need you penning heartsy-fartsy stuff about how lovely I am. If you have to go writing poems about me, they damned well better be war epics! Owain: Geez, all right! Tough crowd... Look, let's try this again. I'll even speak normally. Kjelle: I'd prefer you didn't speak at– Owain: Hey, Kjelle. You off to the storehouse to grab some gear? Kjelle: ...Why? Owain: Lemme give you a hand! Kjelle: Please don't. Owain: Aw, come on. I can do a lot more than just name weapons, you know. I'm one of the best maintenance people in this whole camp. Just gimme a chance. Come on! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c– Kjelle: *Sigh* ...I suppose it's better than leaving you idle to work mischief elsewhere. Owain: Great! I mean, extremely condescending, but the end result? Still great. Kjelle: Less talking, more walking. I'm eager to see these... talents of yours. Owain: Brace yourself! I don't want you dying of shock at how impressed you'll be! [spoiler=A Support] Owain: Cavalier armor. Medium weight class. Combines significant defense with impressive mobility. Kjelle: …… Owain: This one's an archer's jerkin. It boasts unrivaled ease of motion but lacks any real stopping power. Kjelle: Do you really need to narrate? Owain: It's important to keep the characteristics of the equipment in mind while working on it. Kjelle: I suppose I should be happy you're not just goofing around. Still, it would help if you kept your thoughts inside your head. Owain: Words are important. Our armor and weapons are partners in this war. Granting them a voice elevates them from hunks of iron to something more. It breathes into them a soul, transforming mere tools into implements of divine will! Kjelle: …… (leaves) Owain: Take this breastplate. I hear it whisper to me... "I am the Argent Lion Mail," it says. "Behold my regal, silvery form! Behold!" Kjelle, are you beholding? Kjelle?...Hey, where'd you go?! She just... disappeared... That's... kind of amazing. Kjelle: (no portrait) …… Owain: Gah! What dark sorcery is this?!A lone knight's armor moves of its own accord! Be at peace, ghostly visitor! Kjelle: (still no portrait) It just never ends with you, does it? Owain: Voices from beyond the grave! Begone, foul wraith! Kjelle: (still no portrait) It's me, you babbling buffoon! And if you say, "A ghost ate Kjelle," I'm going to stab you in the eye. Owain: Kjelle? What are you doing in there? Is that suit... comfortable? It hides you completely. Kjelle: I'm trying to block out the noise. Owain: Am I... that much of a bother? Kjelle: ...Also, this was the first suit of armor I wore in my first battle. I put it back on from time to time. It... calms me. Owain: Oh. Well, I guess I can respect that. But in that case, it deserves a name! Kjelle: (portrait reappears) No! No names. And even if it were to be named, it would be by anyone but you! Owain: Hey! ...Wh-why not? Kjelle: Because I said so! Now get sorting! Owain: Yes, ma'am... [spoiler=S Support] Owain: Hey, Kjelle? You want me to take care of this helmet, or... Heh... should've known. She's gone again. I'm doing her a favor, and she leaves all the work to me? That's gratitude for you! Sometimes I don't know what to do with that girl... She obviously loves this old set of armor. Why won't she give the poor thing a name? Doesn't even have to be a good one. It's the spirit of the thing that counts. I'm probably wasting my time here, but I can't bear the thought of Kjelle being hurt. But if I can't be there to keep her safe, I can at least make sure her gear is! *blushes* Hold her close, armor. Smother her with all your shiny, steely, plated goodness. Tell her all the things that I dare not.Tell her how much I... love her. Kjelle: (no portrait) You what?! Owain: K-Kjelle? Is that you? But I don't see you anywhere. Where did that... *blushes* Aaaaaaah! Kjelle: … I'm here. In my armor. Owain: But I thought you'd left! Why are you hiding in there while I'm out here doing all the work?! Kjelle: (portrait appears) I wanted to make sure you wouldn't slack off if I wasn't around to watch you. Owain: (mad) Look, I don't need a babysitter! Not about this. I take my armor and weapons very seriously, thank you. Kjelle: *blushes* Oh, will you forget the blasted armor for one second? ...Go back to the part where you said you loved me. Owain: *blushes* Argh! Y-you heard that?! Kjelle: ...Yes. So? Owain: *blushes further* Look, I didn't... I mean, I do, but... I was gonna tell you at some point!Urgh. Just stab me and get it over with. Kjelle: Why would I stab the man who loves me? Owain: Because you hate me? Because you have a big dumb boyfriend who's going to fold me into a pretzel? I bet his name's Troy. Or Steve. ...Or Chaz or something. Kjelle: I don't hate you, Owain. I actually find you oddly charming. I mean, I could do without all the goofy names and the yelling... But now I see some sense in the madness. You've got heart. And lots of it, apparently. Owain: *wink* So, um, does that mean you'll... Kjelle: I'd love to have you by my side, Owain. In battle or out of it. Owain: My steel is yours, Kjelle! By my twitching sword hand, I swear to protect you for all time! Kjelle: How about we just protect each other? [spoiler=Yarne & Cynthia] [spoiler=C Support] Cynthia: Yarne, How's it going this fine – Hey, why the long face? Yarne: Have you come to chew me out like everybody else? Cynthia: What? Why would I do that? And wait, why would THEY do that? What did you do? Yarne: It's what I didn't do, which is fight. In case you didn't notice, I spent most of the last battle running and hiding. They have every right to be mad at me. Frankly,I'm surprised you aren't. Cynthia: What, is that all? Why would I be mad? Yarne: Huh? You mean... you're not? Cynthia: Come on, I'm not the type to hassle someone for something like that! I walk the hero's path – I defend the weak by defeating the wicked! So I can't very well get MAD at the weak, now can I? You're fine just as you are. Besides, without cravens like you, I'd be out of a job! Yarne: H-hey! That's not... Oh, who am I kidding. Yes I am. Mostly, I'm just surprised to hear you say I'm all right the way I am. You're the only one who thinks so. So, yeah. Thanks. Cynthia: Aw, come on, buddy. Smile! As a hero, I'm not allowed to leave the scene until you're wearing a grin. Yarne: R-right. I'll try. [spoiler=B Support] Yarne: I still can't stop the trembling... Why does war have to be so scary? Cynthia: Hey, it's Yarne! Aww, are you down again? What happened this time? Yarne: Same as always... Whenever I stare down an enemy, my legs just lock up on me. Heh heh... Pathetic,isn't it? I'm always shouting about how I'm the last taguel, and how I can't afford to die, but... The reality is that I'm just a big chicken. Bawk, bawk. Cynthia: Hey, combat can be scary even for the best of us! But if that's who you are, just accept it! We weren't all born to be fighters. Yarne: But I WANT to fight! I'm tired of feeling so pathetic. Everyone else is fighting with everything they've got, and I'm still just turning tail. Cynthia: Well then, if you want it that bad, maybe you can work through the fear. Yarne: You think I haven't been trying to do that this whole time? Cynthia: Well, maybe you've been doing it wrong! I bet I know a way! Yarne: What is it? Cynthia: You should become a hero! Yarne: A... hero? Cynthia: Yeah! A hero just like me! I mean, I'm still in training myself, but you could join me! It'll be totally great! Yarne: Sounds like a tall order for a coward... Cynthia: Pffft! All you have to do is stand up to evil and help anyone who needs helping. If you follow those two rules, anyone can become a hero! Yarne: Just because it's simple doesn't mean it's easy... The heroes you hear bards sing about have fought in hundreds of epic battles. Cynthia: You've got a least a few under your belt already, and there's plenty more to come. All you need is the will to act! Yarne: You really think I can be a hero? Just...poof? Just like that? Cynthia: If you believe it, ANYTHING is possible! Yarne: Well... a positive outlook and a goal certainly wouldn't hurt... And it's not like I could get any LESS brave... Cynthia: Great! Then from now on, you'll be my faithful ward! With enough work, I might even promote you to sidekick! Yarne: Er, that sounds like... a deal? [spoiler=A Support] Yarne: Ah, Cynthia! Cynthia: What's up, Yarne? Yarne: I just wanted to thank you. Cynthia: For what? Yarne: That talk about heroes. Cynthia: I should be thanking you! I always wanted a ward. How's it going, anyway? Yarne: Well, I decided it was a little ambitious to just charge into battle like a true hero. That's why I decided to start with baby steps. Cynthia: Explain yourself, ward! Yarne: I was in town the other day, and I saw this scrawny kid getting picked on. I stopped the bullies from their deeds and gave them a stern talking to. And they actually thanked me! Cynthia: ...Wait, who thanked you? The ne'er-do-wells? Yarne: Yeah! It was the strangest thing. They all said what I did was "really great, man." I didn't know how to react... But I can see the appeal of doing this sort of thing. The adulation is addictive! Cynthia: Ah ha ha ha! I bet you're already a full-fledged hero to those kids! Yarne: This must be how heroes are born... People decide to do what's right, and then their actions trickle down to all. I know I'm still holding everyone else back in combat, but I'm going to fix that! I want to be someone those kids can look up to and admire! Cynthia: Ha ha! You have the right of it, ward! Just remember, as a hero it's also your job to keep a smile on everyone's face. Yarne: Er, right! I'll... work on that part. Cynthia: Ha ha! Keep this up and I might let you borrow the Justice Wagon! [spoiler=S Support] Cynthia: Hail, Bunny Boy! Yarne: Er, what? Cynthia: You haven't heard? That's what they're calling you! Yarne: People are calling me that? But people don't even know I exist! Cynthia: Well, all the kids in the town sure do! At first, I wasn't sure who they were talking about. But when you think about it, there's only one guy who fits that description. Yarne: You really think they mean me? I had no idea. Cynthia: My little ward's all grown up into a sidekick! I couldn't be more proud! ...Even if you HAVE been upstaging me lately. Yarne: Um, I don't think– Cynthia: Then why don't I have a nickname yet? Huh? Every kid in town was singing the praises of Bunny Boy, ally to all! Yarne: Ally to all, huh...? I... I am Yarne, avenger of the taguel and ally to all! Have at you, demon! See if you're brave enough to face Bunny Boy! ...Was that too goofy? Cynthia: Are you kidding? That was amazing! I got chills, Yarne! But that's so unfair! I want a title! I want to give awesome entrance speeches, too! Yarne: I always thought they were silly, but it actually feels pretty good. But this isn't about speeches or praise! It's about making a world safe for all... Cynthia: Wow, you ARE getting good at this! Yarne: And I want... I want to be your hero, too, Cynthia! I want to fight for our future together! I want to stay by your side! Cynthia: Er, you mean as a sidekick,right? Or is this... Yarne: Um, no. This would be... the other thing. Cynthia: Oh my gosh, that'd be even MORE amazing! Yarne: R-really? Then, you don't mind...? Cynthia: You're totally my hero right now! Yarne: I am? Yeeeeeesss! Cynthia: You can be my hero, and I'll be yours! And then together we'll be everyone else's! We're going to become a legendary crime-fighting duo! ...But wait, I'm gonna need a name. Yarne: Er, I don't think you quite understand the gravity of my propos– Cynthia: I've got it! I am Cynthia,the... the Pigtailed Pugilist! No, wait! The Pigtailed PUNISHER! Yarne: Heh. Well, you wouldn't be you if you weren't a little up in the clouds... Come, my faithful companion! Let's go serve up some hot justice together! [spoiler=Gerome & Noire] [spoiler=C Support] Noire: Phew! I'm exhausted! Gerome: …… Noire: Er, hullo? Gerome: …… Noire: Gerome? Is that you? Gerome: Yes. Noire: Eeek! H-how long were you going to stand there and... stare at me? You weren't... just watching me...were you? ...What do you want, anyway?! Gerome: I don't want anything. Noire: Um, okay. So then why– Gerome: Do you wish for me to go? Noire: I don't know. ...I suppose not. I'm finished now, so it doesn't really matter either way. Gerome: Because if I am bothering you, I can stand farther away. Over there, perhaps? Noire: No, no. It's okay, you don't have to... *Gerome leaves* Oh. He's gone. That's... mildly disturbing. W-wait! Could it be that someone sent him to spy on me? Because then... Oh no! [spoiler=B Support] Noire: H-hey, Gerome. Gerome: …… Noire: Um, so, are you sure you don't need anything from me? Because you're spending a lot of time just...hovering around. Gerome: I desire nothing. Noire: Oh, er, okay. Nothing on your mind at all, then. Is that right? Gerome: …… Noire: Right. That's... certainly not creepy or anything. Gerome: …… Noire: Okay, what is your deal, mister?! Gerome: Hmm? Noire: *Rage-mode* BLOOD AND THUNDER! WERE YOU SENT TO SPY ON ME OR NO? SPEAK! SPEAK BEFORE I RIP YOUR TONGUE FROM YOUR MAW! Gerome: *(O_O")* B-b-but... Noire: BWAAA HA HA HA HA! Gerome: *(O___O")* F-forgive me! I was only trying to help! I was worried about you. Noire: *reverts* ...W-worried?! Gerome: Yes! You've been working far too hard, and I was concerned for your health. Noire: So... that's why you've been hanging around like a starving vulture? Gerome: It's no secret that you possess a somewhat delicate constitution. I feared you'd work too hard, fall ill, and be unable to march with the army. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It was not my intention. Noire: Er, well, I guess you meant well... Gerome: I will leave you in peace now. Noire: …… Aw, crackers! I scared him away again! [spoiler=ASupport] Noire: Hey-ho… Oomph! Ungh… This crate's… so heavy… Gerome: Noire?! Noire: I-I've got it! Unnngh… Totally got… Uh-oh, no I don't–! Waaaaaaaaaaaargh! …Whew, I'm still standing. But I was tipping backwar– Gerome: Are you all right, Noire?! Noire: Gerome? Did you save me? Oh, wow. Y-you did, didn't you?! Oh gee,that's kind of… Ungh… Gerome: Look out! Noire: Whoops! Sorry! Guess I'm still a little light headed there. Gerome: You must stop pushing yourself so hard! You can barely walk from exhaustion! Noire: Yeah, but I didn't think it would be so hard to move a couple of crates. …Sorry you had to rescue me. Gerome: You always push hardest when you think no one is around. Noire:…Yeah, maybe. Look, I'll try to be more careful, all right? Gerome: Next time, ask for help. It benefits no one if you injure yourself. Noire: Yeesh, I know, I know… I'm sorry. Gerome: …Apologies if I spoke harshly. I'm only concerned for your well-being. Noire: Oh, it's all right. …Besides, I should apologize for calling you creepy earlier. I kind of meant it at the time, but I don't anymore. Gerome: Well, I suppose I might have come across strangely, just standing there… Noire: Great! Glad that's settled! Now I've got some crates to move! You can stay and help if you want. Just to make sure I don't… overdo it? Gerome: Of course. Noire: Hee hee! Thanks, Gerome! [spoiler=S Support] Noire: Hello again. Seems like I've been seeing a lot of you recently. Gerome: *Cough* Just wondering if there's anything I can... help you with. Noire: Gerome, you are far too kind....Actually, you really are far too kind! What are you up to? Gerome: Nothing! Noire: Are you sure? You're sure it's not actually that... You're starting to fall in love with me? Gerome: P-preposterous! Noire: Really? ...Oh. Then we'll just forget I ever said anything, okay? If I need a hand in the future, I'll ask someone else. Not fair that you always– Gerome: Wait! Noire: Hmm? Gerome: …… Noire: …… Well, come on. Out with it. I'm waiting. Gerome: You are? Noire: *Rage-mode* Gods, but you sure can be a wet fish sometimes! Gerome: *blush* I am not a wet fish! Noire: You do understand what I'm trying to get at here, don't you? I'm lining up the practice dummies! All you have to do is swing blindly! Is it really so hard to tell a girl that you like her?! Gerome: Er... Well, that is to say... Noire: *RAGE-MODE BLUSH* Come on, Gerome! Man up! Just tell me, plainly and clearly, what you think of me! Gerome: …… You see, sometimes when two people... Things happen... Stuff... *mumble* ...Okay, I like you. Noire: *reverts to normal* Really? Are you serious? Tee hee! Oh, how embarrassing! Gerome: ...B-but you made me say it! Noire: It's just so sudden! You'll give me time to think about this, won't you? Gerome: …… Are you making fun of me? Noire: Not at all! I feel overwhelmed, actually. And surprised. ...And honored. *blush* And I'm also delighted you finally managed to express yourself! So, um, you'll keep helping me out, won't you? Gerome: Of course. I don't want you dropping more crates on yourself. But I won't be lurking in the shadows anymore. I'll be right at your side. Noire: Well that would be a lovelychange of pace! Hee hee!

...See Awakening. xD In all seriousness though, it probably wouldn't feel as much of a Fire Emblem if it was just a dating sim and didn't include the classic tactical strategy RPG elements we all know and love. I'd still play it though, just to try it out.

Okay, so here's some ideas if they were just Awakening Characters, SSB Specials: Kellam (General, heavy) Center B: Crit Charge (like Marth's B but with a lance) Side B: Tackle (strike w/ lance, trip downwards) Up B: Phase Out (how he goes unnoticed, reappears in the direction you aim after tilting up) Down B: Pavise (hide in armor) Finale: Lethality (disappears, then crits everyone in the AoE) Sumia (Grounded Falcon Knight, light) Center B: Falcon (Knight) Punch [Obvious pun is obvious.] Side B: Trip (Falls on her face) Up B: Pegasus (Somewhat like Pit's wings) Down B: Relief (rest and heal) Finale: Pegasus Squad (Ylissean Peg Knights fly in, similar to Pit's Palutena's Army) Avatar (Grandmaster, medium) Center B: Crit Strike (Sword) Side B: Rexcalibur (acts like Zelda's Din's Fire) Up B: Dragon Slasher (similar to Marth's Dolphin Slash) Down B: Rally Spectrum (Briefly gains power for a short period of time) Finale: Grima's Wrath (Grima flies in and spews his dragon breath)

Yeah... I can see an FE fighter being more traditional (1v1) than something like SSB... still, it'd be interesting to see what the dev team could come up with. They have 25ish years of FE to look through, after all; 13 games plus the SMT crossover (whenever that comes out). I mean, if you categorize the lords by class via DLC or how their original class is like, then you have something like: Marth, Chrom, Lucina - [Classic] Lord Alm - Dread Fighter Sigurd, Eliwood - Paladin Celice, Lyndis- Swordmaster Leif - Trickster Roy - Mercenary -> Bow Knight??? [if Roy's style =/= Ike's] Hector - General Ephraim - Great Knight Eirika - Bride Ike - Hero Micaiah - Sorcerer Katarina/Kris/Avatar - Grandmaster Counting them because Though I would rejoice at a Fire Emblem x BlazBlue fighter. O_O

If we had a fighter for Fire Emblem like Smash Bros. (which I know they wouldn't do for... at least a while, if not ever), what do you think it'd be like? Personal Theories Type 1 - take all the people from a game in the series and make it into a fighting game. Type 2 - take various people from different games and mash them together. (Lords might (not) be required...) I would guess that for Finale Attacks, the Mastery skills from FE10 or the skills from FE13 could be used... What do you all think?

0:13, she pops up right when Maribelle's portrait shows up, designated by a stray gray pixel right above her right (our left) hairbow. Furthermore, it doesn't look like she has a shadow... ...Guys... I think we've found a potential FE: Awakening Creepypasta in the works. ARIETA, YOUR CARTRIDGE IS CURSED.

Time for the Lucius Expy Libra and Dying Race Bunny Girl Panne Supports! [spoiler=Libra x Panne] [spoiler=C Support] Libra: Might I beg a moment of your time? Panne: You get a moment. State your business, priest. Libra: I wanted to thank you. Panne: You owe me nothing. Libra: But I do. You saved Lady Emmeryn from assassination. As an Ylissean citizen and a man of the cloth, I owe you my gratitude. Panne: I saved no one. Emmeryn only lived long enough to fall into the next snare. Libra: …... You were there, then. When she... Ah, I fear we both witnessed it. Panne: …... Libra: I see that what happened to her pains you even now. I, too, still grieve. I cannot help but feel that I failed her somehow. Panne: What, then? You would have the two of us sit around licking each other's wounds? Libra: No, I merely thought to– Panne: You are human. I am taguel. Linger near me and you'll be viewed with suspicion by your kind. Libra: You're worried for my reputation? That's very gallant. Panne: Watch your words, man-spawn, lest you get yourself hurt. Libra: My apologies... [spoiler=B Support] Libra: Hello, Panne. Panne: What now, priest? Libra: I apologize for disturbing you, but there's something I need to ask. Why did you come to the exalt's aid? Panne: Can you not believe a taguel would help a human? Libra: Apologies. That isn't what I meant. Had you even met her before? Panne: No. The night of the assassination attempt was the first I saw her. I knew neither her face nor her name. All I knew is she was descended from the first exalt. Libra: Your debt was to a man who died over a thousand years ago? Panne: It is the debt of all the taguel. We are told the story as kits. In his time, the taguel were slaves to humans. Kept as labor – or even pets – we were treated worse than livestock. The slightest resistance would earn a swift execution, to serve as an example. Libra: I've never heard of such cruelty. Panne: Humans are quick to forget history. ...Or rewrite it. But the first exalt had the strength and courage to end the horror. He stood up for the taguel, though it earned him the ire of his fellow humans. "We are all the same,"he said. "Equal beings. No difference separates human and taguel." Libra: …… Panne: It was a platitude then, as now.But in that platitude, my kind found salvation. Liberation and equality took time, but in those words we found dignity. And so we teach our young of the debt we owe him. Should any exalt ever need our aid, we will give it regardless of the cost. Libra: I see. Panne: Despite our history, I never hated mankind. The exalt proved your race's worth. Until man-spawn slaughtered my people and put my warren to ruin, that is. Libra: Panne, I haven't the words to tell you– Panne: I've spoken all of mine as well, and wasted both of our time. Libra: Not at all! You've allowed me to better understand who you are, Panne. And convinced me you are someone I would dearly love to know still better. I thank you for sharing your story with me. Panne: Hmph. [spoiler=A Support] Libra: Panne, I just had a word with Chrom. I hear you were involved in an altercation with some of the other soldiers? Panne: I don't see how that's your concern. Libra: Isn't it, though? The next time you find yourself in a situation like this, please, let me know. You needn't sully your hands for my sake. I can express my own displeasure. Panne: ...You heard, then? Libra: Indeed. A little bird told me the cause of your scuffle. Apparently you intervened when someone began telling off-color jokes about me? Panne: Hmph. Perhaps I was just in the mood to hit someone that day. Libra: You always insist on hiding your kindness and denying your compassion. I would dearly love to see you embrace these traits more openly. Panne: I didn't ask your opinion. ……Speaking with you made me feel better. And hearing those soldiers angered me. That is all. Now we're even. Libra: You amaze me, Panne. The light within you shines so brilliantly. Never losing its purity of character or allowing the world to dim its luster... I thank the gods and the exalt for granting me the chance to bask within its glow. Panne: You're mad. And a terrible flatterer. Libra: Apologies. Have I embarrassed you? Panne: ...Hmph. [spoiler=S Support] Libra: Panne. There is a matter of import that I would discuss with you. Might I– Panne: Speak your business. Libra: Very well. I would like to ask only that you listen and give me a fair chance. ...And that you accept this ring. Panne: … … Libra: … … Panne: … … Libra: Er, Panne? I thank you for accepting the ring, but, um... Have you nothing to say? Panne: You asked me to listen. Libra: Of all the times to start doing as you're asked... Panne: Come again? Libra: N-never mind. I retract my prior request for listening. Please, speak your mind. Be frank. Panne: I feel like leaping across a mountain range. Libra: ...Is it safe to assume that means you're happy? Panne: That's not it. Something greater. I suspect this is... bliss. Libra: Well, I'm blissful to hear it! And relieved... Panne: What made you think to give me this? Libra: Greed, I fear. I succumbed to my baser inclinations. When presented with your brilliant light, I knew I had to have it all to myself. Panne: That's quite the desire, to have driven a man of the cloth to fall from grace. Perhaps I should be the one thanking your gods and your exalt. Libra: Mostly I feel like thanking you, Panne. Panne: Hah. You've done pretty well,yourself.