English Support Conversation Thread

[Bearemy]

[spoiler=Yarne x Avatar(M) Parent & Child]

[spoiler=C Support]Yarne: ...... .......

Robin: 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.

Robin: Wh-what?! 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...

Robin: 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?

Robin: 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...

Robin: ...Huh. 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!

Robin: 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!

Robin: Oh, for gods' sake...

[spoiler=B Support]

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Robin: 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?

Robin: Um... The number of masterful blows I struck against our foes?

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!

Robin: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics and such.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing.

Robin: *Sigh* 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 a 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 what would be a problem.

Robin: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I say I would never cheat on your mother!

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...

Robin: ...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!

Robin: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise...

[spoiler=A Support]Robin: 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.

Robin: 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!

Robin: Yes, I understand that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway.

Yarne: ......

Robin: 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 thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Robin: Yarne, what if i made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear 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.

Robin: 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?!

Robin: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog while you say it?

[spoiler=Panne x Morgan (F) Parent & Child]

[spoiler=C Support]Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank.

Panne: What are you mumbling about?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!

Panne: If you say so...

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?

Panne: I suppose I could make time. After all --

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!

Panne: For only half a taguel, she sure was born with energy to spare...

[spoiler=B Support]Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Panne: Yes. What is it?

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Panne: ...Or perhaps you could stop smashing your head and try staring at me instead.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ..... ......... ............. .................... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Panne: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!

[spoiler=A Support]Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*

Panne: Please, stop. Do not cry.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Panne: .....

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Panne: What's wrong?

Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Panne: Then I'll do my best to help you.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

I'll edit this post later on to include Laurent x Lon'qu (Parent).

Edited February 17, 2013 by Chidokyo

[VincentASM]

That being said, the Avatar and Morgan pages are gonna look pretty crowded with that format, especially considering variations on the conversations like Morgan x Brady (Parent/Child, Romantic and Sibling)

That's true, but I guess it can't really be helped >___<

I'm planning on setting up an Avatar page soon, so we can see how it looks.

EDIT

Avatar (M) page added, plus nearly everybody's map sprite.

I've petitioned SoC for the rest : P

Edited February 13, 2013 by VincentASM

[Sock]

I was just wondering about paired endings... Just an idea: the paired endings could go with the corresponding supports, and the regular endings on a "character endings" page; the character endings page could have a note saying the paired endings are with the corresponding supports, and a link to the supports page.

And now away I go to type up my supports' endings. Procrastination! Must type out supports...!

--

Question: is it at all necessary to type out MaAvatar's different paired endings?

Alrighty, endings!

[spoiler=FeMorgan/Brady]Daunting Priest - Brady

Gift from Afar - Morgan

Brady left the priesthood to become the world's scariest violinist. While Morgan's memory never returned, she didn't seem to miss it much, and the two lived out their days most happily.

[spoiler=Lucina/Inigo]Flower Picker - Inigo

Foreseer - Lucina

Inigo traveled the world, ever ready with a smile or a solution when trouble started to brew. Lucina journeyed with him, and their home of the moment was always brimming with joy and laughter.

[spoiler=Maribelle/Lon'qu]Gynophobe - Lon'qu

Dire Damsel - Maribelle

Lon'qu returned to Regna Ferox and served as Basilio's right-hand man. Maribelle, for her part, could not stand her new home's nonsensical laws and eventually guided both khans to an era of reform.

Edited February 13, 2013 by Sock

[Fayt]

[spoiler=Morgan(M) x Severa (2nd Gen. Romantic][spoiler=C Support]Morgan: Ah! There you are, Severa!

Severa: *Sigh* Yes, Morgan?

Morgan: What are you up to?

Severa: I was trying to enjoy a moment of peace and solitude. And you've just ruined it. Thanks.

Morgan: Ouch! You don't mince words, do you? But hey, if you're not peaceful anymore, does that mean you're free?

Severa: ... Wow. Someone's pushing their luck.

Morgan: Ha! I know. Glass half full--that's me! Anyway, everyone's making dinner in the mess tent. Why don't you come join us?

Severa: If everyone is there, you won't miss me.

Morgan: Aww, don't be like that! ... Unless you can't cook.

Severa: I can cook well enough, thank you.

Morgan: Then come on! I'd love a chance to sample you cooking.

Severa: Maybe I don't want to cook for you! Ever think of that?

Morgan: Look, it doesn't even have to be good. All I ask is that it's edible.

Severa: Oh my gosh, you are so rude!

Morgan: I'm not trying to be! I'm just curious about what you eat.

Severa: RUDE! I eat what everyone else eats!

Morgan: S-sorry, I didn't mean...

Severa: Fine! If I cook you something, will that shut you up?

Morgan: Oh, absolutely!

Severa: ...Then I'll whip up something amazing, and you never get to question me again!

Morgan: Ooh! I can't wait!

[spoiler=B Support]Severa: Ah, there you are. Come here, Morgan.

Morgan: Mmm? Did you need me for something?

Severa: You said you wanted to taste my cooking, right? Well, now's your chance. I just finished making something.

Morgan: You did? Just for me? Gosh, I'm flattered!

Severa: Not for you! I was just bored. I decided to cook on a lark. ... Here. Try this stew.

Morgan: Whoa, it looks amazing. Pretty, too! The red tomato base is balanced by the green beans and the orange carrots.

Severa: Less talking, more chewing!

Morgan: Ah, right... mmm... Wow, it's delicious! But...

Severa: ... But?!

Morgan: I feel like it's missing something.

Severa: What? Did I leave out a spice?

Morgan: No, it's not that... It's missing... Hmm, what is it missing? I can't quite put a finger on it.

Severa: Are you sure you even know what you're talking about?

Morgan: Er, I guess not? But it really was good! I mean it! I know it sounds like I'm nitpicking, but that really wasn't my intent.

Severa: You can't just tell someone their amazing stew is missing something and not say what!

Morgan: ... I wish I knew.

Severa: Argh! You are so frustrating me right now!

Morgan: I know, I'm sorry! ... Maybe it's fine. I could just be feeling weird. Regardless, I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd be much of a cook. I mean, you seem like more of the spoiled-princess type, you know? But a hearty stew full of fish and veggies feels like classic home cooking.

Severa: Th-that's enough commentary!

Morgan: But the fact that you didn't contradict me means you agree, right?

Severa: Shut it! Just finish your stew and get out of here!

Morgan: Okay, I'm leaving right now! I promise! ..... Um, but can I get seconds for the road? I'm really hungry.

Severa: Whatever! Just, out! Now!

[spoiler=A Support]Morgan: Er, h-hello, Severa...

Severa: What? What is it? Why are you cowering or whatever?

Morgan: Oh, just... Well, after the other day, I thought you were... a little upset?

Severa: Upset? Me? Oh no! Noooooo, sir. ... Nope. I mean, if you say my stew was missing something, then it was.

Morgan: Um, that sounds really sarcastic.

Severa: Oh, you don't say?

Morgan: Er, yeah. So does that, actually. Anyway, um, I don't know if you care, but I think I know what the stew needed. It tasted like you were going through the motions of cooking instead of... cooking.

Severa: ... That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, Morgan!

Morgan: No really, hear me out. When cooking for someone, your feeling for them naturally flow into the food! Cooking isn't just about following a recipe. It's a form of expression! Anyway, that's what was missing from the stew, I think. It was emotion.

Severa: Well, gee. I'm sorry that your stew lacked emotional gravitas!

Morgan: You know, if you ever want to cook with feeling, I'd love to try it out.

Severa: Oh yeah? Any old feelings? ... Or how about my feelings for you?

Morgan: Er... I'm not sure quite what you mean.

Severa: What about feelings of annoyance and outrage at having my cooking insulted? Or perhaps my incredulity at your having the gall to then eat it all afterward? What sort of flavors do you think THOSE might add? Huh, Mr. Master Chef?!

Morgan: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't make me eat all that!

Severa: Ah ha ha ha!

Morgan: Noooooooo!

Severa: Oh, stop it. I'm not actually going to poison you.

Morgan: Yeah, but I can imagine you "accidentally" using way too much chili powder.

Severa: Hah! Now THAT is a great idea!

Morgan: ... Oh gods. What have I done?

[spoiler=S Support]Morgan: Hey, Severa. Can I come in?

Severa: So, you decided to show.

Morgan: You said you were cooking again, right? I wouldn't miss that for the world! ... Even if it means death by chili powder.

Severa: Well, of course I was going to cook again. I couldn't let that insulting review of yours stand as the final word! The missing ingredient's have been pinpointed, and there's nothing left to get in my way. It's time for a grudge match: my food versus your belly!

Morgan: Um, I did say the food was tasty last time, didn't I?

Severa: Oh, right. Like I believed THAT. There's no easy outs, Morgan! Now, eat!

Morgan: This looks like the same stew you made before.

Severa: Yes. Let's hear whether anything is missing this time!

Morgan: All right. Here goes... *Sluuuurp* Mmm...

Severa: ... Well?

Morgan: ..... Delicious! It's absolutely fantastic! Even better than before! I can really feel the emotion you put in it. It's warming my belly AND my heart!

Severa: ... Good.

Morgan: So what were you thinking about while you made this, huh? Puppies? Kittens? Rain falling gently on the tent flap at night?

Severa: Why do you want to know?!

Morgan: Because the recipe, ingredients, and chef are the same, but the taste is different! I'd like to know what sort of feeling could make a dish that much better.

Severa: None of your business!

Morgan: What? Why not? Please?

Severa: No! Absolutely not!

Morgan: *Sigh* ... All right, have it your way. Man, I wish I could eat food this tasty every day for the rest of my life.

Severa: What?!

Morgan: ... Er, sorry. Did that sound weird?

Severa: I-it sounded like... Like you were implying I should be your wife...

Morgan: Did it? Ha ha! Yeah, no wonder you flipped out there. Although I'd be jealous of any guy who married you and got to eat like this.

Severa: ... I don't know. I'd be shy one ingredient if I tried to make it for anyone but you.

Morgan: Carrots?

Severa: Ugh, seriously? Gods, Morgan, you are so thick sometimes!

Morgan: Er, celery? Bay leaf? Vegetable stock? Beef broth? Foie gras? Abalone? Come on, help me out here!

Severa: Argh! Just forget it! You can ponder it over homemade stew every night for the rest of your life...

Morgan: You'll cook for me again? Fantastic! Aw, thanks a million, Severa! But wait, every night? That'd be like we were...

Severa: If you're done, you can wash your bowl. And scrub the pots while you're at it, too!

Morgan: Wait, wait, wait! You don't... Did you mean... Are we?! Severa? ... Hey, Severa! Where you going, Severa? ... What just happened here...?

[spoiler=Olivia x Ricken (1st Gen. Romantic][spoiler=C Support]Ricken: Oh, cool. That's very interesting...

Olivia: Hello, Ricken. That sounds like quite the book you're reading.

Ricken: Hee hee hee! Oh, NOW I get it!

Olivia: *Ahem* Er, Ricken?

Ricken: Aaaaaaaah! Okay, okay, riiight... That makes perfect sense...

Olivia: Okay, now he's just ignoring me. HEY, RICKEN!

Ricken: Gyaaaaaaah!

Olivia: Eeeeeek!

Ricken: Jeepers, Olivia! What's the deal? You scared me out of my skin!

Olivia: I-I'm sorry! I just... Gosh, it's not like me to yell like that. How embarrassing.

Ricken: Okay, well, I'm paying attention now. So what do you want?

Olivia: Er, nothing important, actually. You just seemed so absorbed in that book of yours. I wanted to say how much I admired your dedication to learning.

Ricken: Oh! Uh... right. Heh heh.

Olivia: So, then! That fascinating subject are you studying today?

Ricken: Actually, I'm not learning anything. This is a book of stories.

Olivia: Oh? Like fairy tales?

Ricken: More like ancient myths and legends. The one I'm reading now is about a prince who falls in love with a forest maiden.

Olivia: It's a love story? Oh, wow. Those are my favorite kind.

Ricken: You, uh... You want to read it together?

Olivia: Oh, I'd LOVE to! Here, let me sit down next to you...

Ricken: Whoa! Space-bubble violation! I thought you were the shy type.

Olivia: Oh, I don't mind as long as you don't. Now come on, turn the page!

Ricken: Er, oookay. But why do you have that strange look in your eyes?

[spoiler=B Support]Ricken: C-c-crikey, this story is giving me the heebie-jeebies!

Olivia: .....

Ricken: WAAAARGH! Hooo! That was a scary bit!

Olivia: *Yaaaaawn*

Ricken: Um, aren't you scared? Not even a little tiny bit? Not even when Shanty Pete left his hook on the side of the carriage?

Olivia: Er, no. Not really.

Ricken: Wow, I thought you'd be shaking and telling me to close the book.

Olivia: *Shrug* I dunno. I've heard much scarier stories.

Ricken: Scarier than THIS one? *gulp* But, wait. I didn't think you were much of a reader.

Olivia: It's true. Books are too heavy to carry when you travel as much as I do. The stories I know are all spoken tales.

Ricken: So you just keep all your stories in your head?

Olivia: Exactly!

Ricken: I'm impressed! Not only can you dance, you have have an awesome memory, too!

Olivia: Stop it. You're embarrassing me!

Ricken: Listen, for our next story, why don't you tell me one of yours?

Olivia: ... I'm not sure that's a good idea. I'm not a very good storyteller. I probably won't do it justice... B-but if you REALLY insist, I suppose I could tell you the scariest story I know.

Ricken: Y-you're getting that weird look in your eyes again...

[spoiler=A Support]Ricken: Hey, Olivia! You have to finish the story you were telling!

Olivia: I didn't realize that you liked it so much!

Ricken: Are you kidding? I was totally into it!Besides, when you're telling it, you really look like you're enjoying yourself. Your enthusiasm is infectious!

Olivia: It's the performer's blood in me, I suppose. I simply love having a rapt audience! There's nothing better than putting a smile on someone's face.

Ricken: You get a kick out of making other people happy? Man, you're awesome!

Olivia: R-really? Wow, no one has ever... Anyway, you wanted to hear the rest of the story, right? I'll keep going, but you have to promise me something... If anything scares you, stop me right away!

Ricken: Huh? But then I won't know how it--

Olivia: If you don't I can offer no assurances about what might happen... in the night. There. I have warned you once. I will say no more on the subject. Mwa ha ha ha ha...

Ricken: W-wait, is the story THAT scary?! Come on, really?!

Olivia: Well...

........

.......

BOO!

Ricken: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Olivia: Hee hee. I'm sorry, Ricken. I was just setting the mood. It's a little trick that Khan Basilio taught me. Do you like it? ... Ricken? What's wrong? You're shaking like a leaf.

Ricken: It's just s-s-so scary. I don't know if... Oh, gosh... Look at me... Pfft... Hee hee... Heh heh ha ha ha! Oh man, you really freaked me out there. Ha ha!

Olivia: Hee hee! I really did get you, didn't I? You were terrified! Anyway, shall we get on with the story? We left off at the haunted castle...

Ricken: Yep, I can't wait! Go on, get to it! You really are a great entertainer, Olivia!

[spoiler=S Support]Olivia: ... So, after overcoming many tribulations, the little cow concluded its thrilling journey.

Ricken: Uh-huh? And then?!

Olivia: Safe at last, it grew a thick pelt of wool... and turned into a sheep! ... The end.

Ricken: Hah! No WAY! Is that really how it ends?! That is SO awesome! Ha ha ha!

Olivia: I like it, too. Of all stories I know, it's probably the silliest.

Ricken: Hee hee hee... Oh man, Olivia. You sure know how to spin a yarn! When I'm with you, I'm pretty much laughing the whole time!

Olivia: R-really? Well, that's very kind of you to say.

Ricken: Wouldn't it be great if we could stay together forever?

Olivia: Hee hee. That would be great, wouldn't it? So anyway, do you want to hear another story?

Ricken: N-no, Olivia. I don't think you understand.

Olivia: Hmm?

Ricken: Here. Th-this is for you...

Olivia: Ricken, is this a... ring?

Ricken: I... I really like you, Olivia! You're smart, and cute, and just about the funniest person I've ever met! So what do you say? Do you want to get married?

Olivia: Oh my gosh, Ricken! YES!

Ricken: REALLY?

Olivia: The truth is, Ricken, I've grown very fond of you. You enjoy my stories like no one else... And you scream like a girl when I scare you, which is awesome!

Ricken: Ha ha! You've started saying awesome! Thanks, Olivia. You won't regret this!

Olivia: Hee hee. Of course, Ricken. And thank you, too. I'm looking forward to spending an awesome life together!

[spoiler=Ricken x Inigo (Parent & Child][spoiler=C Support]Inigo: Ugh! Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date! JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Ricken: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Ricken: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Ricken: No. I just... I was wondering if you were like this in the future as well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Ricken: For someone who hails from an apocalyptic hellscape, ya sure are carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Ricken: Oh, is that the case?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!

Ricken: ... Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally traveled across time... just to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL ladies. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're making me blush.

Ricken: I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo: Why? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Ricken: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling very tired... I'm goin' on ahead.

Inigo: ......

......Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any punches with me...

[spoiler=B Support]Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Ricken: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Erm I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of the battlefield!

Ricken: ... You're a worse liar than your mother! It's obvious that your leg is wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's- GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow, ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch it!

Ricken: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Ricken: Gods, ENOUGH. Inigo!

Inigo: ... Father?

Ricken: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless, Father!

Ricken: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here fighting everyday, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Ricken: Inigo, I didn't--

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice, I HAD to be invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else struggling in the damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to pretend I was fine. that I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Ricken: ......

Inigo: ... You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the the world? Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but that's not the case at all. I smile and joke around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that disappoints you... then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Ricken: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Ricken: ..... I... I had no idea...

[spoiler=A Support]Ricken: Inigo? I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Ricken: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have worried you.

Ricken: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was... insensitive... You've been fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was my fault, too.

Ricken: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Ricken: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Ricken: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see you mope around, you know?

Ricken: ... That's why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess. Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Ricken: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive. And pessimistic. ... Oh, and I cry at the drop of a bat. Whenever a girl turns me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Ricken: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls- it was never part of the act.

Ricken: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man, Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it out together.

Inigo: Father... I know you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Ricken: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem, I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Ricken: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.

[spoiler=Panne x Henry (1st Gen. Romantic][spoiler=C Support]Panne: Nnh? Wha--? Who is...? G-get off me, man-spawn! Wake up!

Henry: Mmm? Oh, hey! Mornin'!

Panne: Do not "morning" me, Plegian curse slinger. Get away at once!

Henry: Hey, I've got a name, you know. It's Henry!

Panne: I have no use for the name of a filthy Grimleal craven.

Henry: That's not very neighborly, now is it? What difference does one's religion make? I just want to be friends!

Panne: I will have no dealings with your ilk! Your lot killed the exalt in cold blood. You stole Emmeryn from her people.

Henry: Hey, I haven't killed a single exalt! And besides, I tried to save her. I was the one who told you the exalt was going to be killed, remember?

Panne: I remember. You made quite a spectacle of yourself in the process.

Henry: Yeah, well, I knew I had to do something!

Panne: What reason would you have to spare the exalt's life?

Henry: Ylisse is weak enough as it is. If the exalt were assassinated, I worried they'd lose the war in a week! That would have been a terrible waste of a perfectly fun war.

Panne: THAT was your reason?!

Henry: Not that it made much difference in the end. Whpoops! Nya ha ha.

Panne: Bah! You are strange and unpleasant. Do not speak to me again.

[spoiler=B Support]Henry: Hey, Panne!

Panne: Keep your distance, Plegian viper.

Henry: Aww, did you forget my name again? It's Henry! Hey, so are you bad with names because you're a half-beast?

Panne: Are you eager for me to kill you, boy?

Henry: Aw, that's sweet of you to offer, but no thanks! And I meant it as a compliment!

Panne: What part of "half-beast" is a compliment?!

Henry: Er, the beast half, I guess. I love animals! I wish I could be one. Even a half one would be okay with me.

Panne: For what possible reason?

Henry: My parents abandoned me in the woods when I was little. So it was mostly the nice animals there who raised me. I still love their smell. It relaxes me in a totally nostalgic sort of way.

Panne: I suppose that explains the odd feral air about you. ... As much it pains me to say so, I find your scent acceptable.

Henry: Nya ha! Yay!

Panne: But understand this-- I have no intention of forgiving what you Grimleal have done.

Henry: So if I went out and killed them all, could we be friends?

Panne: Are you mad? Have you no sense of fealty to your warren?

Henry: Eh, not really. I'd kill pretty much whoever you want me to, Panne.

Panne: You are a child tearing wings from flies, and nothing more. You have no idea what the taguel have gone through. What horrors Plegia has wrought. ... Still, perhaps you are simply too young or stupid to know better.

Henry: I'm not tht young, and I don't think I'm stupid. But hey, who knows, right? Still, I'd like to know more about you, Panne! Can I stick with you?

Panne: Only if you can keep up.

[spoiler=A Support]Panne: When I said you could follow me, I didn't mean indefinitely. Just how long do you intend to keep this up?

Henry: I was thinking indefinitely, actually. Why, do you not want me around?

Panne: Of course not. I hate humans. I've always hated humans.

Henry: Oh, riiight. That. Hey, tell ya what. In that case, howzabout I curse Chrom to death?

Panne: Are you mad?!

Henry: Everyone would panic, and the war would escalate more and more. Humans all over would suffer like never before, and blammo! Panne's happy!

Panne: I do not wish for any of that! It would dishonor the memory of Emmeryn. No future can be built upon hate, and random human suffering buys me no joy.

Henry: Geez, Panne. What WILL convince you to let me stick around? You remind me of the fuzzy animals that raised me, and they all died, and now I... Come on, Panne. Please don't abandon me like my parents did. I'll do anything you want. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g! Enemies? Gone! Rivals? Kaput!

Panne: I don't doubt that. The lives of others mean nothing to you. You have so much to learn, Henry. And if I am the only one capable of teaching it, then so be it. I won't abandon you.

Henry: Woo-hoo!

[spoiler=S Support]Panne: Lesson one: everyone in this camp is an ally to be cherished.

Henry: Could you be a bit more specific?

Panne: Hmm... Treat them the same as you would the animals that raised you.

Henry: But you hate humans.

Panne: I've come to learn some humans aren't so bad. For example, I don't hate anyone here.

Henry: All right. If you say so, I'll play nice.

Panne: Good. Coexist with them long enough, and I'm sure you'll find your humanity. ... Heh. To think the day would come when I'd encourage someone to be MORE human.

Henry: Hey, Panne? Will you take this?

Panne: Hmm? What is it?

Henry: It's a wedding ring! It's a promise that you'll always stay with someone. I don't ever want to be alone again, but I need a promise. So, um, please? Please be my family?

Panne: ... I think I finally understand why I was never able to really get mad at you.

Henry: Oh?

Panne: We're too alike, you and I. We both lost our families and lived alone too long. But no more. I accept your ring. From now on, we are each other's family.

Henry: Great! It's a promise! Thanks, Panne!

[spoiler=Henry x Yarne (Parent & Child][spoiler=C Support]Yarne: .....

.....

Henry: Hey, 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.

Henry: Wh-what?! 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...

Henry: 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?

Henry: 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...

Henry: Nya ha! Yeah, that would stink, eh?

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line!

Henry: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ... Just so long as fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Henry: Sheesh! What a worrywart...

[spoiler=B Support]Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Henry: What's wrong, Yarne? You look like someone painted your coffin white.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about?

Henry: Um... The number of fatal curses I slung upon our foes?

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

Henry: Easy, Yarne. I was just being friendly. Pleasantries and tactics and all that.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, Taguel have excellent hearing.

Henry: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers-- men and women both. They often have great ideas about how to really mess with an enemy. I mean, what if someone said you could't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ... Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Henry: Of course it would! But I wish you would just trust me when I say I would never cheat on your mother...

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...

Henry: ... 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!

Henry: ... Ahh, I get it now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise...

[spoiler=A Support]Henry: 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.

Henry: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... wanna 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!

Henry: Yeah, I understand that. And I also know you're not my son. ... Not exactly, anyway.

Yarne: ......

Henry: 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, ya know? 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 thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Henry: Yarne, what if I make another promise? I swear by all I hold dear 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.

Henry: Nya ha! Great!

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?!

Henry: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but do you really have to pet him like dog?!

Edited February 13, 2013 by Fayt

[Sock]

Bubbles/Gaius I MEAN MaAvatar/Gaius

...I should name my Avatar Bubbles and see what happens. xD

[spoiler=C support]Robin:

Gaius, I am SO sorry about earlier! I had no idea you were in the bath...

Gaius:

Aw, no worries. At least I hadn't taken off my smallclothes yet, eh?

Robin:

Yes, but...I still may have seen more than you intended.

Gaius:

WHAT?! You saw THAT?! Gods, how embarrassing... It's just...uh...some poison oak I got into the other day, I swe--

Robin:

I'm talking about the tattoo on your arm. It's the one they use to mark convicted criminals, isn't it?

Gaius:

Oh, that? Yeah, I got caught once doing a favor for a mate. Paid the price. But, uh, I'd appreciate it if you kept that little nugget under your hat, Bubbles.

Robin:

...Did you just call me Bubbles? Er, but don't worry. I won't tell any--

Gaius:

You'll tell everyone, you say? So it's to be blackmail, is it? Fine then. I can understand taking an opportunity to line your pockets. You can have my portion of dinner tonight, okay? Will that slake your greed for now?!

Robin:

Er, one helping of bear is already more than enough, thanks. Also, I'm not blackma--

Gaius:

You drive a hard bargain, Bubbles! Very well. Take this custard pie!

Robin:

...No, thank you. I'm not--

Gaius:

If you are looking for ransom, I can assure you I don't have any money. But what I do have are a very particular set of honey cakes...

Robin:

Look, I don't want any treats from you, all right?! I'll keep your blasted secret!

Gaius:

Whoa, easy there, Bubbles! Here, maybe a little sweet wine will put you in a better mood...

[spoiler=B support]Robin:

Gaius? I didn't know you ran a market stall...

Gaius:

Oh, sure. I like to get out, meet the common folk, sell the odd trinket... Speaking of which, see anything you fancy? I've got silk smallclothes from exotic ports, genuine leather belts, top-quality figs...

Robin:

Do you have any books? Strategy books, specifically? I've been hoping to expand my tactical knowledge to better serve the Shepherds. However, I can't find a single volume in these parts. It really is most strange...

Gaius:

Strategy books, is it? Wait right there, Bubbles!

Robin:

Huh? Where'd he go? ...Oh, you're back! That was fast.

Gaius:

Take a gander at this lot, and tell me if any of 'em tickle your fancy!

Robin:

By the... Gaius, this create is FULL of books! Did you buy every tome in the market?!

Gaius:

Sort of. Here, they're yours. Every last one, my gift to you! But that makes us even about the whole "wink-wink" thing!

Robin:

Gods, but you are pigheaded. For the last time, Gaius, I am NOT blackmailing you! Now please, return these books. I can't take them in good conscience.

Gaius:

Oh, I see! Books aren't good enough? Still holding out for something better?!

Robin:

Sometimes I wonder why I even try... Hey, that's a handsome cloak. Looks warm, too.

Gaius:

You like that cloak? I can buy it for you!

Robin:

GAIUUUUUUS!

Gaius:

Guess not!

[spoiler=A support]Gaius:

Here, Bubbles. I got you something.

Robin:

Is this...a belt? With stones inlaid? Er, thank you, Gaius, but--

Gaius:

Yep. Just a plaaaaaain old belt that's worth a big sack of gold down at the market.

Robin:

Then I must refuse. I can't accept such an extravagant gift.

Gaius:

All right, maybe I stretched the truth, just a little... It'd be worth a sack of gold IF they paid for sentimental value, see? ...'Cause I made it myself.

Robin:

YOU made this? But, it's magnificent!

Gaius:

Pleased you like it, Bubbles. Makes all the effort worthwhile.

Robin:

But why did you-

Gaius:

Oh, no particular reason! None at all! Just...one good turn and all that.

Robin:

You're trying to bribe me again, aren't you?! I've already told you a hundred times, I'll keep your secret! I gave you my word, and that should be the end of it!

Gaius:

Look, I trust you. Honest and truly. It's just that in my business, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Guy who says he'll do something for nothing? Well, he's the first one wanting payback down the line!

Robin:

...Oh, very well. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I have something important to tell you.

Gaius:

Important?

Robin:

It's a secret. A very embarrassing one. You see... *whisper, whisper*

Gaius:

BWAAA HA HA HA! And the cow...?! Oh, you did NOT do that!

Robin:

Ah, but I did. And now you are the only one who knows. So in return for you keeping it safe, I promise to safeguard YOUR secret. Do we have a deal?

Gaius:

...Heh, I see what you did there. And...I appreciate it. All right. Deal. ...But you have to keep the belt! It's not a bribe, now. More like a... I don't know... A thank-you gift.

Robin:

In that case, I accept.

I found a couple small typos in the Female version posted up. Just pointing them out, because I don't have the female version unlocked to double-check.

B support:

Robin:

Do you have any books? Strategy books, specifically? I've been hoping to expand my tactical knowledge to better serve the Sheperds. However, I can't find a single volume in these parts. It really is most strange...

Missing an H. Shepherds.

Robin:

By the... Gaius, this create if FULL of books! Did you buy every tome in the market?!

is*

[algae]

[spoiler=Inigo x Gerome]

[spoiler=C support]

Inigo: Hey, Gerome. How's it going?

Gerome: ......

Inigo: What's with the silent treatment? Nothing? Not even a monosyllabic reply? Grunt once if you can hear me.

Gerome: ......

Inigo: Look, you're already hard enough to read thanks to that silly mask. The least you could do is respond when someone says hello.

Gerome: No, it isn't.

Inigo: What isn't?

Gerome: It isn't the least I can do. The least I can do is nothing. And I've no intention of whiling away my valuable hours with a vapid male floozy.

Inigo: Yowch. What did I ever do to you? Aside from that time I stepped on your wyvern's tail, which was SO an accident. Oh, wait. There's also the time I left all that butter in your tent. Did you get the butter scorpions cleared out yet? Those guys can be nasty. Wait, I know what this is about! You're mad because I voted you Most Likely to Go Bald at dinner last week.

Gerome: ......

Inigo: Not that either, eh? Hm... Well, I'm fresh out of ideas.

Gerome: I'm surprised to see you think at all. ...Now good-bye.

Inigo: Hey, hey, whoa! Wait! Don't you think that's a little harsh? I haven't-

[Gerome leaves]

Inigo: Okay, then. See ya around, Gerome! Someday... Boy, that guy has NO sense of camaraderie. We're fighting a war here! You think he'd at least try to get along...

[spoiler=B support]

Inigo: Heey, Gerome! Roamin' Gerome! The paaale rider!

Gerome: ......

Inigo: I've got something to say to you, buddy!

Gerome: I don't care.

Inigo: Well, you may as well start walking, because I'm going to say it anyway: What's with the whole aloof bit, huh? Think you're too good for us?

Gerome: I have no interest in fraternizing. ...Least of all with you.

Inigo: Look, nobody's asking you to be a social butterfly like Lissa. But we're allies, you know? You could at least try to be a little bit friendly! ...Even with me.

Gerome: "Allies"? ...Do you expect me to rely on you in combat? To team up with you? Your only expertise is in flirting, and you still manage to fail spectacularly. I'll take my chances alone.

Inigo: Argh! That does it, mister. You're coming with me!

Gerome: I am most certainly- N-now see here! Unhand me!

Inigo: Hope you didn't have any plans, 'cause if you did, they just got canceled!

Gerome: Where are you taking me?!

Inigo: Gerome, my friend? You and I are going to find some ladies!

Gerome: WE ARE DOING NO SUCH THING!

Inigo: Oh, yes we are! We're going to find some lovelies and be each other's wingman. Now stop moaning and start walking!

Gerome: Fate stalks my every step, fool! I've no time for such lunacy!

Inigo: Look, if you're afraid that I'll get all the girls, you can just say so. I mean, it's okay. Every party has a lonely guy stewing on the sidelines.

Gerome: I fear nothing but the cold hand of death!

Inigo: Great! Then let's get going! Okay, the first thing you need is an opening line. Maybe something like... "Do you like tea? Because we like "U"!" ...See, it's an alphabet joke. Girls love puns. It's a known fact.

Gerome: Idiot! There is no "we" here, and I want no part of this!

Inigo: Oh, wait! Or you could say... "Hey, baby. Ever ridden a wyvern before?" ... Oh, that's good. I may have to start riding wyverns so I can use that line.

Gerome: Let me go this instant!

Inigo: Come on, gramps! Pick up the pace! Those ladies won't hit on themselves!

Gerome: S-stop! Put me down! Put me dooooown!

[spoiler=A support]

Inigo: ......

Gerome: ......

Inigo: "Ooh, Gerome! You're so mysterious!" "Your mask is sooo dreamy, Gerome!" You were supposed to be my wingman! Not my competition!

Gerome: ......

Inigo: ...Say, Gerome?

Gerome: ... What is it?

Inigo: Your mask is falling off there, buddy.

Gerome: The strap is broken. A woman damaged it while she was...reaching for me.

Inigo: And I suppose the same woman tore those holes in your clothes?

Gerome: She did not want me to leave. She was...stronger than she looked. I've never been so manhandled.

Inigo: I WANT TO BE MANHANDLED! This makes FOUR TIMES I've taken you out and had the ladies completely ignore me. How does this keep happening? Huh?!

Gerome: I wish I knew. I find your flirtatious lifestyle to be utterly exhausting.

Inigo: Oh, boo hoo! Poor you! Quit gloating.

Gerome: I'm not gloating.

Inigo: So says the guy who had a band of women singing love song outside his tent last night. I bet you feel preeetty special.

Gerome: Actually, I feel exhausted. They sang until dawn.

Inigo: Why do girls always go for the jerks? Huh? Never a nice guy like me! Well, fine. You get your wish. I'm never going out with you again!

Gerome: Thank the gods.

Inigo: *Sniff*

Gerome: Um...Inigo?

Inigo: *Whimper* *sniff*

Gerome: Are you...crying?

Inigo: Shut up! You don't know what it's like! I try SO HARD and then you come along with a mask and some muscles and...and... Waaaaaaaaaaaah!

Gerome: Um... Come now, stop. Stop that. ...Stop crying this instant! This is making me very uncomfortable! Oh, for the love of... Fine. I'm sorry. There, all right? You're not a failure because you, uh... You taught me how to... Teamwork, yes? That was the point of all this? Well, you taught me teamwork.

Inigo: *Sniff* ...I d-did?

Gerome: You did. And now I owe you one. ...Or perhaps half of one.

Inigo: You...you mean it? I mean...well. I guess as long as you learned something, it was worth it. Just don't go getting cocky on me, now! I'll get twice as many ladies as you next time!

Gerome: Next...time?

Inigo: Oh, yeah! So keep that schedule open!

Gerome: Ha ha! ...Ha? ...Yeargh. And I thought keeping a wyvern content was difficult...

Inigo: Mmm? You say something?

Gerome: No. (Ah well. At least he's feeling better now...)

[Galenforcer]

Cordelia's FeAvatar is completely identical, word for word. I won't post any FeAvatar convos that are like that, unless they have some changes in dialogue.

Anyway, some FeAvatar supports with characters that haven't been posted yet:

[spoiler=FeAvatar x Sully]

[spoiler=C]

Sully: Ah, crap. Come on, Sully, get your damn act together...

Avatar: Sully? What are you mumbling about? ...And why are you holding your side? Is everything all right?

Sully: I'm fine! It's nothing! ...Leave me alone!

Avatar: You look anything but fine, Sully. You're not hurt, are you?

Sully: No, I... All right, I put on weight and my muscles mass is down. You believe that? We're fighting a war, and I'm getting a gut.

Avatar: What? Are you sure? You look great to me- same as ever.

Sully: Then you aren't looking hard enough.

Avatar: Well, this is a side of you I've never seen.

Sully: The hell you talking about?

Avatar: Well, I just... didn't think you were the kind of person to worry about her figure.

Sully: Gods, but you are a blooming ninny. This isn't about LOOKS! I said my muscle mass had dropped! And that's going to affect combat, which could get

my arse KILLED!

Avatar: Eeeep! I mean, um, yes! Of course! I get it! ...P-please don't hurt me...

Sully: Hurt you? Why in the hell would I do that?

Avatar: *Ahem* Well, if you ARE worried about weight redistribution, you could try this.

Sully: *Sniff* Gods, it smells like horse slop! What is it, some kind of jerky?

Avatar: It's a rare form of dried seaweed, actually. I bought it back in town. The shopkeeper said it contained "insane quantities of fiber." Then he just kept saying "insane" and cackled while doing a little dance... Quite an odd fellow, really.

Sully: Hmm... Sounds risky.

Avatar: Well, I know how brave you are...

Sully: Is that a dare? Fine then! I'll try it!

Avatar: Great! To tell the truth, I've put on a few pounds myself lately... I've been meaning to try the seaweed but was too scar-er, busy! Too busy.

Sully: HA! Too much pie- that's your problem! All right then, Avatar. Let's see who can get in shape faster!

[spoiler=B]

Sully: Nnngh... Yearrrgh...

Avatar: S-Sully? Oh, gods, Sully, what's wrong?! You look like a corpse! So worn out and thin! ... And your skin- it's GREEN! Have you been poisoned? What have you eaten lately?!

Sully: J-just the... dried seaweed... you gave me... Ate the... whole bag... last

night... Oooooo... Unnngh...

Avatar: Wait... did you say... the WHOLE bag?

Sully: Is... that bad...?

Avatar: Sully, you're supposed to tear off a tiny piece and rehydrate it with water first. The chunk I gave you was a month's supply. If you ate the whole thing... Oh, dear heavens. Your poor bowels!

Sully: Kill... kill... you... for this...

Avatar: Sully, I am so, so sorry! I should have explained in more detail!

Sully: Grr... My won... d-damn fault, taking... shortcuts... But I won't... make that mistake again... Gonna start training... Rebuild muscles... Soon as I'm

better...

Avatar: You must let me help you somehow. I just feel so awful about this.

Sully: Well... I don't know... Maybe... Oh g-gods... Here it comes again... HPPPMF!

(Sully leaves)

Avatar: ... Yikes, that did not sound good...

[spoiler=A]

Sully: Hah! Yaaah!

Avatar: Looking good, Sully! Feeling better, I take it? And just LOOK at those muscles! I'd say your training's paid off.

Sully: I'm getting there. Still got a bit of flab right here, though.

Avatar: Where? Here?

Sully: Hey! Hands off the merchandise!

Avatar: Um, Sully? That's not fat. That's loose skin.

Sully: Huh?

Avatar: I knew something was weird when you told me you were worried about getting flabby. You train harder than anyone I know.

Sully: Skin, huh?

Avatar: It's probably a result of the seaweed. You lost a lot of weight during your trial and the muscle is still filling in. Give it another week of combat and eating right, and it'll disappear soon enough.

Sully: Huh. I guess that makes sense.

Avatar: Trust me. You're in perfect shape. I should know- I've been training with you all week!

Sully: Huh. ... Well, all right then.

Avatar: I guess that means you win our contest. My belly hasn't shrunk an inch.

Sully: Well, just don't go trying any of that damn seaweed! Har har har!

Avatar: Er... heh heh, n-no, that would be a foolish thing to- HuuuRRRRRRGH?! ... Uh-oh.

Sully: Oh, don't tell me... You ate the seaweed?

Avatar: Y-you kept getting... skinnier... I h-had to... catch up...

Sully: You idiot! You saw what that stuff did to me!

Avatar: N-no, you're... Urk! You're right... S-s-so right... Gotta go! *GURRRF*

Sully: Yikes, that did not sound good...

[spoiler=FeAvatar x Miriel]

[spoiler=C]

Miriel: ...How discomposing.

Avatar: That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?

Miriel: A minor contusion. Benign.

Avatar: Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?

Miriel: Unhand that, madam!

Avatar: Sorry! Sorry. I didn't realize it was so important.

Miriel: Important? Hmm... .....

Avatar: Miriel?

Miriel: I suppose it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of sorts. One that points the way to the truth.

Avatar: Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage or something?

Miriel: Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.

Avatar: Ah, that explains the rough binding. Er, no offense intended. Still, that's amazing. Was your mother a mage as well? Or perhaps a scientist?

Miriel: What is the impetus for your inquiry?

Avatar: Impetus for my... You mean, why do I ask? Er, I don't know. ...I'm curious? Wouldn't most people be?

Miriel: An autonomic reaction to conversational stimulus. I see... .....

Avatar: Um, did I say something strange?

Miriel: Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontaneous reactive curiosity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?

Avatar: ...I really think you're reading too much into this.

[spoiler=B]

Avatar: Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it somewhere...

Miriel: Is this the object in question?

Avatar: Ah, yes! My thanks, Miriel. I keep it tied to my belt, but it's always falling off for some reason.

Miriel: Such actions are indicative of a persuasive downforce exerted on the object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...

Avatar: So, um, can I have my pouch back now?

Miriel: ...Ah, yes. Here is the passage in question: "On all objects there acts a force which pulls them ever groundward. Though invisible and without apparent

cause, it exists nonetheless. I posit that it is by this principle we remain rooted to

the ground." ... Most intriguing!

Avatar: ... Miriel? ... Hello?

Miriel: ... Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?

Avatar: Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!

Miriel: Wah!

Avatar: S-sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.

Miriel: My respiratory function ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive. Please do not scatter my thoughts further.

Avatar: Er, sorry...

Miriel: I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. Farewell.

Avatar: Wait! My... pouch...

[spoiler=A]

Miriel: So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate of Y...

Avatar: Um... What are you doing with my item pouch, Miriel?

Miriel: Experimenting in an attempt to establish a unified theory of falling. Whether thrown, catapulted, or dropped from great heights, it falls to the ground. The results have been consistent across hundreds of trials.

Avatar: H-hey! I had a lot of fragile things in that pouch! Potions and baubles and... *Sigh* ... You know what? Keep it.

Miriel: Thank you.

Avatar: Sometimes I wish you'd show half as much interest in people as you do in science.

Miriel: Well, I am interested in certain people. You, for example.

Avatar: Me? Why me?

Miriel: You have a virtuosic proficiency in strategy, despite your amnesia. It is truly fascinating. From this, we can extrapolate two possible hypotheses. One: talent is wholly independent from memory and experience. Two: memories and experience related to the use of one's talents cannot be lost.

Avatar: Miriel? Are you still talking to me?

Miriel: I am now, yes.

Avatar: Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupt your thoughts again?

Miriel: I can if you wish it.

Avatar: N-no thanks. I'm just happy to know I wasn't a bother, I guess.

Miriel: That would be difficult. You are the focus of intense interest on my part.

Avatar: O-kay. I just don't like to think that I'm bothering a friend. That's all.

Miriel: I was unaware that our interactions had acquired the label of friendship.

Avatar: Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way, right? ... No?

Miriel: Fascinating...

This one is actually different from the male one.

[spoiler=FeAvatar x Say'ri]

[spoiler=C]

Avatar: Say'ri? Hello? ...Er, I had a question for you.

Say'ri: I am in the tent, my lady. Enter and be welcome.

Avatar: Finally! It feels like I've been looking for... Oh! I'm so sorry! I had no

idea you were changing! I'll, er, just step outside.

Say'ri: Fie, Avatar! We are both women, yes? And I've no shame in my body. ...But if it makes you uncomfortable, I shall dress. Give me but a moment.

(Time passes)

Say'ri: Sorry to keep you waiting, my lady. Now, you had a question?

Avatar: Well, I did, yes. ... But now I'm actually more interested in your smallclothes. At least, I assume that's what they were? Those bolts of white cloth?

Say'ri: Aye, you have the right of it. My culture has many unique customs- most-like our smallclothes differ as well.

Avatar: But they're just strips of cotton wrapped around your chest and hips. It looks like they could fall off at any moment.

Say'ri: I'm honored that you are interest in the customs and culture of Chon'sin. Mayhap next time we have a moment, I could tell you more.

Avatar: Well, certainly, thank you. I'm most interested... and it may even prove useful. Who knows to what mysterious lands this campaign will end up taking us? A crash course on different cultures might be excellent preparation.

Say'ri: I shall be honored to serve as your guide to Chon'sin, Avatar.

[spoiler=B]

Avatar: Hello, Say'ri.

Say'ri: Ah, Avatar.

Avatar: You have a moment? I was wondering if you might tell me more about

Chon'sin.

Say'ri: Aye, gladly! What shall we speak on today?Perhaps you'd care to sample a cup of Chon'sin-style tea?

Avatar: That doesn't look like any tea I've ever seen...

Say'ri: Aye, we use different leaves and different utensils, and even drink unlike

you. Chon'sin takes tea very seriously. There are entire schools devoted to the art.

Avatar: Goodness! That seems a bit excessive, doesn't it?

Say'ri: Perhaps, but to the devotees of Teaism, even a lifetime of study is not enough. Not to worry, though- I'm not one of them. Now permit me boil the

water...

(Time passes)

Avatar: .....

Say'ri: Take this with care. The cup is fearsome hot.

Avatar: Ooh, thank you! This is exciting... Right, here goes... *slurp* PFFFFFFT! Bitter! Gods, but it's bitter! Is it supposed to taste like that?

Say'ri: Aye and aye again. Once you grow used to it, anything else seems as water. It goes especially well with sweets and small cakes.

Avatar: Can't you put sugar in it like we do with our tea?

Say'ri: You may do as you will, but in Chon'sin we drink it plain.

Avatar: Your people have truly hardy palate. Though I suppose if you grow up with it...

Say'ri: Am I to take it that you are not fond of our tea?

Avatar: I just wasn't expecting it, is all. I've never tasted anything so bitter in my life! But it does have a pleasant aftertaste. Who knows? With a bit of practice...

Say'ri: I'm pleased you found the experience interesting, if not wholly pleasant. You must let me teach you more about my culture when time permits.

Avatar: I'd like that very much.

[spoiler=A]

Avatar: Hello, Say'ri. Thank you again for that tea the other day. I was wondering if you'd care to share more about your country's customs?

Say'ri: Aye, my lady! Now, what could I talk about today? Something esoteric, perhaps? Oh, I know. I could tell you of our art... For Chon'sin artists, the most beautiful objects are the old and broken.

Avatar: Truly?

Say'ri: Aye and aye again. Something in our eye prefers the patina of age. 'Tis but a different aesthetic.

Avatar: I've only ever thought of aesthetics to mean bright, beautiful things.

Say'ri: Then I shall attempt to explain my people's point of view. Something that's old is infused with a certain beauty. A beauty of hard use, if it pleases you. Of decay and poverty.

Avatar: Poverty? ... That's a bit difficult to wrap my head around.

Say'ri: It does require a new way of looking at things, but it can be done. In time, you'll appreciate the beauty of brown, the allure of rust, the smell of mold.

Avatar: I think I prefer my art to be colorful and clean.

Say'ri: Aye, and to me, such things seem garish and dull, both at once. I much prefer the honest poverty of simple, understated pieces.

Avatar: That's the second time you've used that word, "poverty."

Say'ri: The appreciation of poverty is an essential part of our culture. We often say that poverty teaches us what is truly important in life. Not status, or standing, or possessions, but a loving heart and positive spirit.

Avatar: Mmm, a lesson we should all appreciate. People who become rich are so often spoiled by their wealth and luxury. They end up wanting more and more but

can never be satisfied.

Say'ri: Aye! The Chon'sin interest in age and decay is a reminder of that very point. 'Tis a way to remonstrate with ourselves and appreciate what we already

have.

Avatar: What a wonderful way of looking at things... I suppose it explains a lot. I've always admired how poised and graceful you look when you fight. You seem... centered. As is the little things don't affect you. And now I understand why.

Say'ri: You honor me, my lady.

Avatar: Heh, it's true though. I think we can all learn a lot from your country.

Say'ri: I'm pleased you've come to think so. Truly. I hope one day you'll come visit.

Avatar: I'd like that very much.

Say'ri: Then we've one more reason to finish this war and restore peace to the world!

Avatar: Yes we do.

[spoiler=Lucina x Kjelle]

[spoiler=C]

Kjelle: Ah! There she is. Are you free, Lucina?

Lucina: Hello, Kjelle. What did you need?

Kjelle: A sympathetic ear. I've been challenging everyone in camp to sparring matches. ... What a pathetic lot! None of them can even land a blow on me... It's

a bit of a disappointment.

Lucina: Is that really a surprise? I suspect very few are a fair match for you in a duel.

Kjelle: You flatter me. Hmmm... I bet you would offer more of a challenge! Heh, in fact you'd likely wipe the floor with my corpse!

Lucina: I hardly think that's the case.

Kjelle: Trust me, I can tell. You're strong. In fact, I bet the two of us could win this war all by ourselves.

Lucina: That's a bit excessive, isn't it?

Kjelle: Big armies are inefficient. They take too long to react, and they lack agility. Surely you've heard of tales of the ancient days, before the Hero-King

Marth? They say one of his ancestors fought back a great evil single-handedly! Perhaps we'd do well to take a lesson from him- form an elite band of fighters.

Lucina: I'll grant you that small forces do have their advantages.

Kjelle: Big organizations mean bureaucracy and bloat. Besides, half of any larger army is just cannon fodder.

Lucina: I'll not think of any of our men as sacrificial lambs, and neither would Chrom, Kjelle. Still, it's true that uniting a large group of people under a single cause is difficult. More so than I had imagined... ... And I agree it's important to hone one's abilities as an individual.

Kjelle: Ha! I knew you'd understand! We're a matched pair after all.

Lucina: I do feel, however, that your views are too extreme.

Kjelle: We'll crush them all! Slash them to bi- Er, sorry. Did you say something?

Lucina: ... I rest my case.

[spoiler=B]

Kjelle: Hey, Lucina. Are you hungry? I thought the two of us might have lunch.

Lucina: I would enjoy dining with you, Kjelle, but why just the two of us?

Kjelle: Because it's no fun eating with a bunch of weaklings. Am I right?

Lucina: ... Everyone in this camp is equally our army, are they not?

Kjelle: Sure, but some are more equal than others. Especially when it comes to fighting! ... What, you don't want to eat with me? Is that it?

Lucina: Please do not mistake my meaning. We've known each other since we were children- I consider you a close friend.

Kjelle: Thanks, Lucina! I feel the same.

Lucina: Then, as my friend, perhaps you'll indulge me by inviting the others to join?

Kjelle: *Sigh* Fine. Just don't be surprised when they surrender to a bowl of pudding. Shall we then?

Lucina: Yes. And thank you, Kjelle.

[spoiler=A]

Kjelle: Hey, Lucina! Free for dinner tonight?

Lucina: I'm sorry, I promised my father I would dine with him this evening.

Kjelle: Heh. Not much I can do if ol' Chrom wants to see you, huh? He's got me beat.

Lucina: Beat at what?

Kjelle: Well, he's about the strongest man in this army, isn't he? I don't see much of a chance of beating him in single combat, so I cede this round.

Lucina: ... Just how do you imagine social affairs work?

Kjelle: If someone's stronger than me, they get my respect. And if they're weaker than me, I don't waste my time. That's all I'm saying...

Lucina: Confidence and a competitive spirit are healthy traits in any warrior. But you take it too far, Kjelle. I worry that you isolate yourself...

Kjelle: What's wrong with appreciating strength? You're strong, and I respect that about you. It drew me to you, and now we're friends. Isn't that a good thing?

Lucina: But consider the opposite case. Would you never befriend someone weaker than you?

Kjelle: ... Why would I?

Lucina: We're not gladiators fighting for coin, Kjelle. We're at war! Yes, we ought push ourselves to grow as individuals, but in the end we are a team! We must join together as a whole, each of us supporting the other. That is the only way this war will be won.

Kjelle: I understand your thinking, but... Gods, just thinking about those weaklings makes my stomach churn! I see them rolling around the battlefield,

mewling like kittens and... Ugh!

Lucina: Then let us do it your way! I challenge you to a duel!

Kjelle: Er, what?

Lucina: If you beat me, I will acknowledge your philosophy as the truth. Should you wish it, the two of us can leave this army and form our own force. But if I

win, you must swear to acknowledge your allies as equals. Strong and weak, warrior and healer alike. We face the enemy as one! United we stand, divided-

Kjelle: Okay, enough! I yield! ... You win.

Lucina: ... Huh?

Kjelle: I know better than to fight you when you have that look in your eye! ... Plus, your speech had my stomach churning even more than the weaklings.

Lucina: Then you'll do as I've asked?

Kjelle: Indeed. I'm sorry, Lucina. I know at times my ego can be difficult to deal with. I may be strong, but I am aware I'm not strong enough to win a war alone.

Lucina: I'm pleased to hear it.

Kjelle: I still think strength is important! That's not changing. But maybe it's time I started being more... inclusive?

Lucina: Oh? What did you have in mind?

Kjelle: Yes, I'll train the rest of this sorry lot until they meet my standards!

Lucina: Excellent! I'm sure the others will be thrilled to have your help in training.

Kjelle: We'll get a tougher fighting force, and I won't have to look at weaklings all day! It's a win-win arrangement!

Lucina: Assuming everyone is able to kee up with your training...

Kjelle: As you said, we're all equals. No exceptions, no special treatment! It's time these Shepherds were truly run through their paces! Now, a daily 10-mile

run would be a good start. Then perhaps... 100 log-lifts? 200?

Lucina: Perhaps this wasn't such a grand idea after all...

[spoiler=Brady x Stahl]

[spoiler=C]

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.

Stahl: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go- just the way you like it.

Stahl: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Stahl: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Stahl: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Stahl: I've had the odd cup here or there, 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?

Stahl: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right now!

Stahl: 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.

Stahl: ...When did my life get so weird?

[spoiler=B]

Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.

Stahl: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I 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'.

Stahl: ... Sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.

Stahl: 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.

Stahl: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna---

Stahl: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Stahl: As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never 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.

Stahl: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...

[spoiler=A]

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Stahl: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Stahl: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit... scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job of raising the real deal.

Stahl: What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Stahl: ...... 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.

Stahl: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my friend,

Brady. ...And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I 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.

Stahl: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die and love you 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!

Stahl: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can he?

[LeThiAnh]

Inigo: I WANT TO BE MANHANDLED!

For the love of... As funny as that line is, sometimes, Inigo, you make any man who's your father really sad. And I'm female but I'm still facepalming at this...

What's the Asian way to say it. Oh right. "Shame on famiry"

[Diortem]

Now for the large ham to romance the dragon girl, it's Nah and Owain's Romantic supports!

C Support

Owain: Hey, Nah. What are you up to?

Nah: Judging from the book in my hand, I'd say it's rather obvious.

Owain: Yeah, but there's a whole stack of books next to you,too.

Are you planning to read them all?

Nah: There were hardly any books in the future we came from.

It's nice to have this much variety.

Owain: Yeah, I guess. But reading seems kinda… I don't know. Old and boring?

I mean, in manakete years, your're still pretty young, right?

Nah: I don't understand. What do you think I should do instead?

Owain: Play? Have fun? Run around in circles?

Nah: Owain, you do realize we're at war, right? This isn't the time for games.

Owain: Well, it still seems like you're trying to grow up too fast.

Nah: All right, fine! You think up a game, and maybe I'll play it!

Owain: Fine then! Maybe I will!

Nah: Good! You do that! You know where to find me.

B Support

Owain: Nah!

Nah: What is it, Owain?

Owain: I thought up the perfect game for you!

Nah: I suppose asking you to let me read in peace is out of the question?

Oh, all right. Let's hear it.

Owain: "What's That Breath Attack?"

Great, right? I'm thinking you could easily come up with a hundred different types!

Nah: A hundred?! Are you mad?

Owain, I can't produce a hundred different kinds of breath.

Owain: No, no, no! You don't do it for REAL! You IMAGINE them!

Just think about what would be a totally awesome attack!

Here, I'll get you started. Ready… Seeeet…

FIERY ICY DEATH STRIKE!

Nah: Wait…so it's on fire AND made of ice? Is that even possible?

Owain: It doesn't matter if it's possible! That's not the point!

Okay, let's try again. Ready… Seeeeeet…

SUPER DINOSAUR DEATH GORE-NADO!

Nah: What does that even mean?

Owain: Nah, please! You're doing it again!

I told you, you don't gave to actually do it. You don't even have to understand it!

Nah: I don't understand. Why am I thinking up names for impossible things?

Owain: Because it's fun? Sheesh!

If this were about doing real work, it wouldn't be fun at all.

Nah: …I don't get it.

Owain: Wow, Nah. You may look young, but I think you'reactually an old crank.

Nah: Maybe some of us can't afford to remain children forever…

Owain: Hm? What was that?

Nah: Nothing.

Owain: Well, don't worry. I'll put my thinking cap on and come up with another game!

Owain: Hey, Nah! I'm back for another round of fun!

Nah: Are we still doing this? Because I think-

Gyaaaaaah!

Owain: What do you think? How's the view from up on my shoulders?

Nah: Eek! D-don't drop me!

J-just set me back down! Gently!

Owain: I figured if make-believe wasn't your thing,something more physical might be the trick.

So? Are you having fun yet? I bet the world looks pretty different from up there, huh?

Nah: I dunno. I see things from at least twice this height in dragon form.

Owain: …Oh. Right. I forgot about that.

I'll just, uh… Let you down, then.

Nah: Thank you. …Oof!

You know Owain, you can stop thinking of ways to waste time like this.

I don't need fun or games or entertainment. I want a world at peace, and nothing more.

But play is important! I mean, even if you aren't really a kid!

What sort of peaceful world are we making if it's business all the time?

We've got to lead by example, Nah, and that means living happy lives.

Nah: I don't disagree, Owain. In fact, it's kind of noble.

But I just don't like horsing around. I prefer to read. …Quietly.

Owain: Sorry. I guess I just assumed.

But hey, if you ever get the urge to horse around, you know where to find me!

Nah: Why are you so fixated on this?

Owain: I've always been good with kids, you know?

So I thought maybe if I did the same sorts of things with you...

Nah: Owain, look. You're really nice, and really sweet, butyou need to understand…

I'm not a kid. Okay? I know that's a bit hard for you toget, but try. All right?

Owain: Ha ha! Okay, Nah. I will! I mean, um… I will, ma'am!

S Support

Nah: ……

Owain: Hey, Nah. What are you doing here?

Nah: Waiting for you.

Owain: Lying in ambush, huh? Well, you got me!

Wait, is this a game? Are you playing hide-and-seek?

Nah: No more games, Owain.

Owain: Er, right… Sorry, I forgot. I didn't mean to treat you like… I mean, it's just…

Sorry. Did you need something?

Nah: Stop treating me like a child, Owain.

Owain: I know! I know. I'm sorry.

Nah: Because I'm not, you know. I'm a woman.

Owain: Yeah, I know, I just-

Nah: And when you treat me like a child, it makes me uncomfortable. Because…

Because I have very unchildlike feelings for you.

I want to be with you as an adult. I want you to see me as an equal.

Owain: Wait? You do? Seriously? …Holy cow.

I mean, don't get me wrong! I think it's great! It's just…

Well, I dunno. Why me?

Nah: I've never known anyone as kind as you.

Even in the future, amid all that despair, you were alwaysso cheery and selfless.

I mean, yes, sometimes you drive me up the wall with your…exuberance.

But your heart is always in the right place. Your heart is beautiful, Owain.

Owain: I don't know what to say… Wait, what am I saying? Yes I do!

If you're willing to put up with me, I can certainly learn how to treat you right!

From today on, I'm your guy!

Nah: And I'm your girl!

Owain: Woo! So…what do you want to do now? Think up new move names?

Nah: …How is that any different form before?

Owain: Ha ha, I'm kidding! Kidding! It was a joke! Yeeeargh…

Edited February 14, 2013 by Diortem

[Tarquin]

I must say, I've grown really rather fond of Say'ri. I regret not using her outside of grinding for supports. She will most definitely be a regular party member in my next game.

[spoiler=Tiki X Say'ri][spoiler=C support]

Say'ri

My lady!

Tiki

Ah, Say'ri. Good day.

Say'ri

You fought the last battle masterfully, my lady. Truly, your power is beyond my ken.

Tiki

You're very kind. Though I must say, it has left me rather tired.

Say'ri

Then pray do not waste your words on me. Go now and rest.

Tiki

Yes, I... Hmm, I fear I... may not have much choice...

Say'ri

My lady?

Tiki

My power has returned, but... Still, I...

Say'ri

M-My lady! No! Alarm! Call forth a healer at once! The Voice is fallen!

Tiki

...Zzzzzzzzz.

Say'ri

Fallen... asleep? My lady? My lady, can you hear me?

Tiki

Mmm... Five more years...

Say'ri

Fie! I pray the war will be long since over by then. Though p'raps it would be for the best to permit her to sleep through it. 'Twould be selfishness itself to drag her with us in such frail condition.

Tiki

I'm not so fragile as all that.

Say'ri

Ah! You're awake.

Tiki

I am here of my own will. I wish to stay and be of use. Pray, do not push me away.

Say'ri

On the contrary, my lady! I ask that you do not leave my side. The risks are simply too great for you to wander hill and dale alone.

Tiki

Ah, Say'ri, always so serious! It is sweet of you to fret so. Very well, I give you my word.

Say'ri

And I my thanks in return.

[spoiler=B support]

Say'ri

My lady! Where are you?! Please, by Naga's mercy, respond!

Tiki

Ah, Say'ri. Splendid! Your timing is perfect. Some lovely villagers just shared some of their apples with me. Will you have one?

Say'ri

Apples?! Nay, I shan't!

Tiki

Suit yourself, though I see no cause to shout.

Say'ri

I've cause aplenty, my lady! Just how many times does this make?! You swore your word youu'd not leave the camp without me at your side!

Tiki

Did I now? ...And you're certain the word I swore was "yes"?

Say'ri

Fie! You can't honestly have forgotten?

Tiki

I fear I have. Pray, forgive me. I am a being unlike you humans.

Say'ri

Being the voice does not give you a license for falsehood!

Tiki

Thbbbbt!

Say'ri

My lady, I have no words. You are acting as a child! What would the people think if they saw you thus?

Tiki

Like I am, you mean? I care not! Let them think what they will.

Say'ri

The Voice is a rarefied and exalted being, sacred unto all. I fear dwelling amongst us lowly mortals is corrupting that sublime character.

Tiki

That's preposterous. And if my sublimeness precludes me from being around humans, I say good riddance!

Say'ri

My lady, please!

Tiki

Do you want an apple or not?

Say'ri

I speak of larger things than fruit, my lady! ...But I will concede your words do bear a ring of truth. If you see fit to gift me an apple, I shall humbly accept.

Tiki

Splendid! Now open wiiiide...

Say'ri

You can't possibly...?! If the people witnessed such a vulgar display, 'twould be the end of--Hrrmph?!

Tiki

Delicious, isn't it?!

[spoiler=A support]

Say'ri

The day draws ever nearer, my lady.

Tiki

What day?

Say'ri

The war's end. The day peace returns to the land. The day we might return home for good and all.

Tiki

Yes. With luck, it will come. But I fear the road we walk is paved with the bones of good people. ...Of innocents lost.

Say'ri

Aye and aye again.

Tiki

And poor Yen'fay among them. Do you grieve for him still?

Say'ri

'Twould be false to say the sadness does not haunt me. But my brother met the end he himself chose. I've come to accept it as unavoidable. What's done is done.

Tiki

Liar.

Say'ri

M-My lady?!

Tiki

Lay down your stoic mask. I know the pain tears at you still. If you are in pain, tell me that you hurt! Let me in, Say'ri.

Say'ri

...What would you have me say?

Tiki

Not that what's done is done! Not that you can forget so easily! Was your bond so feeble that a few weeks marching might erase him from your heart?

Say'ri

Enough! What could you possibly ken of the bond I shared with him?! Forget? Erase him from my heart?! 'Twould be easier to erase the heart entire! He was my brother. ...My only flesh and blood.

Tiki

...Forgive me, milady. I would retract those words, if possible. It was not my hope to deepen the wound.

Say'ri

My lady, please... Just...

Tiki

But I was desperate to hear the contents of your heart. To hear you speak frankly. I wanted you to tell me everything, Say'ri.

Say'ri

But why? Why me?

Tiki

Because I very dearly want to be your friend.

Say'ri

My... friend?

Tiki

Long have you stood at my side, Say'ri. Always faithfully, but never as a friend. Only as guard, disciple, and servant. I find it terribly lonesome. I think you are a beautiful person, Say'ri, and I would call you an equal. ...A friend.

Say'ri

I fear my lifetime is but a few short days compared to yours. Would you still have me, knowing that I cannot stay for long?

Tiki

Without a moment's hesitation. I am used to loss. Do not deprive me from the joy of ever HAVING.

Say'ri

...As my lady wishes. Flighty, heedless, and exasperating as you may sometimes be... I like you a great deal as well. So equals it is from this day hence.

Tiki

Equals, from this day hence. ...And thank you, Say'ri.

[Diortem]

And now for the people of the masks themselves, it's Lucina and Gerome's romantic supports!

C Support

Lucina: Gerome?

Gerome: Ah, Lucina.

Lucina: I'm not intruding, am I? I don't want to disturb your rest.

Gerome: It's fine. What do you want?

Lucina: Well, nothing, really. I just came to say thank you.

Gerome: For what?

Lucina: You gave me your mask, remember?

You said there might come a time where I would need to conceal my identity…

Gerome: Ah. Yes. I remember.

Well, it was very prescient of you! The mask proved most useful.

So again, thank you.

Gerome: Think nothing of it.

B Support

Lucina: *Sigh*

Gerome: Something wrong, Lucina?

Lucina: Oh, hello, Gerome…

Gerome: What's the matter?

Lucina: I've lost my pendant.

Gerome: Oh? What manner of pendant?

Lucina: It's carved with the likeness of my mother. It's very precious to me.

Gerome: …Where was the last place you saw it?

Lucina: I took it off while I was cleaning the supply tent.I didn't want it getting scratched.

Gerome: I suppose you've already searched there?

Lucina: Many times.

Gerome: Then we should retrace your steps and see if we can't find it.

Lucina: You'll help me look?

Gerome: It's important to you, isn't it?

Lucina: Yes, very much so. I simply… Thank you, Gerome.

Gerome: Thank me when we find it.

A Support

Lucina: Ah, Gerome. Perfect timing.

Gerome: Oh? What for?

Lucina: We're holding a war council, and I was hoping you might attend.

Gerome: Sorry. I'm not much for group activity.

Lucina: A pity. We could benefit from your calm, measured opinions.

You have a keen mind for combat as well…

Regardless, I will not force you.

Gerome: I am sorry if I disappoint you. But I know my own limitations.

I am not one for plans or speeches. I am a wolf that deals only in death.

Lucina: Then we have something in common.

Gerome: We do not. You are a leader who can inspire withboth words and deeds.

Though we fight alongside each other in the field, we play different roles.

Lucina: You sell yourself short, sir.

Gerome: The right tool for the right job. Isn't that what they say?

You provide the inspiration and strategy. I will cut down any who dare oppose you.

Lucina: There is a certain wisdom to what you say.

Gerome: Don't sound so surprised…

Now, I have some swords to sharpen, and I think you have a council to attend.

Lucina: Farewell, Gerome. I shall look for you on the battlefield.

Gerome: You needn't look far-I will stand beside you, as always.

S Support

Gerome: Lucina? I need to speak with you.

Lucina: What is it?

Gerome: I…regret refusing your invitation to the war council. I am sorry.

Lucina: You owe me no apologies, Gerome.

I understand your thinking… "The right tool for the right job."

We must all strive to perform our roles as best we can.

Gerome: I know I said that, but I was mistaken.

Lucina: …You were?

Gerome: I want to help you in any way I can, Lucina.

Lucina; I… Thank you, Gerome.

Gerome: I have admired you for many long years. I would gladly die for you.

But when you asked me to help in an unfamiliar way, I chose the craven's path.

I hope you can forgive me.

Lucina: Fine, you are forgiven! Then can we now please stop with this absurd apology?

You've been my most stalwart companion ever since childhood, Gerome.

And if anyone else called you craven, I would cut them down on the spot!

Gerome: …Thank you, Lucina.

Lucina: Lone wolf you may be, but there is no one I rely on more in a battle.

Besides, what you've shown here is as inspiring as any speech or grand tact-

Gerome: Lucina, enough!

Lucina: I beg your pardon?

Gerome: I am no poet, Lucina, to woo you with honeyed words.

I am a blunt measure of a man, so I know no other way to say this…

…I love you.

Lucina: Oh, Gerome…

Gerome: If truth be told, I've felt this way since I first laid eyes on you.

But only after all these years have I finally found the courage to tell you.

Lucina: But I have felt the same, Gerome, for so long! Did you never sense it?

Gerome: You mean…we've both had this feeling? And since long ago?

Lucina: Heh, I guess neither of us is regarded as one to display our emotions…

Gerome: Then I regret our past, but we have our present and future. Together.

Lucina: We shall fight, and live, side by side from now until we draw our final breath.

[Karasz]

Olivia X Vaike is all done! Eat your heart out, Rey. Haha

[spoiler=Olivia X Vaike]

[spoiler=C Support]

Vaike: …Huh?

Olivia: *Sob*

Vaike: What's wrong there, Olivia? Whatcha cryin' about?

Olivia: The scent on the wind…

Vaike: *Sniff*…Huh? Wind smells fine to me! What's wrong with it?

Olivia: It's the fragrance of change–of the passing of the seasons. I cannot help but weep.

Vaike: It's the what now?

Olivia: Oh, no! Did I say that out loud?!

Oh, I'm so EMBARASSED! D–don't look at me!

Vaike: Er, yeah. I'm gettin' increasingly confused by this conversation.

Olivia: Why do these kinds of things ALWAYS happen to me?!

Vaike: You mean sniffin' the air and breakin' into uncontrollable sobs?

Olivia: Stars on a cloudless night… A single strawberry on a plate…

A flock of birds soaring across the blue skies…

Such beauty strikes my heart and overcomes me with emotion!

Vaike: Just sounds like yer cryin' over a buncha weird stuff, if ya ask me.

But hey, we've all got our problems, right?

Olivia: Yes…I suppose so.

Vaike: Er, so these mooning fits of yours don't happen on the battlefield, right?

Olivia: Oh, no! In combat, I remain totally focused at all times.

Vaike: See then? Ya got nothin' to worry about!

Still, ya might wanna avoid sniffin' the air with other folks around.

People might think you're weird.

Olivia: Er, yes. I'll try to keep that in mind. I'm sorry for putting you to trouble.

Vaike: You ain't gotta apologize to ol' Teach! Just keep yer chin up, all right?

Olivia: Oh, yes. Of course. I'm sorry I'm not more cheer-

Vaike: Ogre's teeth, lady! Stop apologizin'!

Olivia: S-sorry…

[spoiler=B Support]

Vaike: ……

Olivia: Oh, I'm SO sorry, Vaike!

Vaike: Lemme guess: ya saw a wildflower at the bottom of the cliff and got all weepy.

And THEN ya nearly fell off the dang thing 'cause ya couldn't see. That the gist of it?

Olivia: Th–that's about it, yes. If you hadn't come along…

Vaike: You'd have plummeted to your death. I know. Listen, why are you like this?

Olivia: I don't know! I just… *sniff*

Vaike: You're like one'a them long–haired weirdos that bangs gongs in the street.

Olivia: *Sniff* I'm sorry…

Vaike: Gads, you do like to apologize, don't ya? I really wish you'd knock it off.

Olivia: S–sorry…

Vaike: Look, stop it. Try to say somethin' else for a change, all right?

Like "Oh, Vaike, yer so wonderful!" or…somethin'.

Olivia: Er, well… That is…

Vaike: C'mon, you don't have to be so shy! You're talkin' to the Vaike here!

Olivia: Th–thank you.

Vaike: Hmmmmmmm?

Olivia: For…you know. Saving me. Just now.

Vaike: Oh, that. Har har! That ain't nothin'.

Olivia: Oh, gosh. That wasn't a very good thank you, was it? I'm so sorr–

Vaike: DON'T say it! It was great! Perfect! No need for any more apologizin'!

Olivia: Oh, you must forgiv– Er, I mean…all right.

[spoiler=A Support]

Olivia: Oh, er, Vaike?

Vaike: Yep?

Olivia: I…wanted to say something about earlier. When I almost fell off the cliff?

Vaike: Just so long as ya don't go apologizin' again!

Olivia: Oh, no. Actually, what I wanted to say was…

Vaike, I think you're wonderful.

Vaike: Huh?

Olivia: Oh, GODS! Did I say the wrong thing?! I did, didn't I? Oh, I'm just going–

Vaike: No, it was fine! I just…wasn't expectin' it, is all.

And while I agree about the wonderful bit, what's it got todo with the cliff?

Olivia: Well, er, it's just that when we spoke afterward, you told me… That is…

See, you asked me to say that you're wonderful. So I thought about it, and–

Vaike: That was AGES ago!

Olivia: Er, so?

Vaike: Look, Olivia. Ya can't just go savin' up compliments for whenever.

If somebody does somethin' great like savin' yer life, ya tell 'em right away!

Not weeks later when everyone's forgotten about it!

Olivia: Oh. Sorry…

Vaike: ……

Olivia: But you DID save my life. So now I have to find some way to repay you.

Vaike: Well, there is ooone thing you could do for me, I s'pose.

Wanna hear it?

Olivia: Oh, yes! Please, I'd love to!

Vaike: No more apologizin' to me. Ever.

Olivia: Er…

Vaike: "Sorry this" and "sorry that" makes it impossible to have a proper chat.

And, frankly, I was kinda hopin' we could sit down and talk sometime!

Olivia: Oh? I–I see… Then I'll try…

[spoiler=S Support]

Vaike: Say, Olivia, you got a sec? I was hopin' we could chat.

Olivia: Of course, Vaike. What is it?

Vaike: Well, I was just thinkin'…

Ever since ya stopped with the apologizin', we've been havin' some great times!

Don't ya think?

Olivia: Oh, er… yes… I suppose… I mean, I like talking to you! …I think. Mostly.

Vaike: Right! And 'cause it's all goin' so swimmingly, I thought I'd give ya this.

If ya take it, we'll be able to keep talkin' till we're old and batty!

Olivia: …Oh my gosh, Vaike. Is this a ring?

Vaike: Oh, and uh… You know our little rule? Well, consider it suspended for now.

Olivia: What do you mean?

Vaike: I mean, ya can apologize to me right now if…ya know. If ya need to.

Otherwise it'd be hard for ya to turn me down and all. I mean, if that were–

Hey, are you backin' away from me?

Olivia: Oh, gods, I'm SO embarrassed, I have to… I have to…

Vaike: Hey, it ain't like I do this every day either, sister!

Mopin' monkeys, she just took off! She's a funny one, that girl.

Hope she comes back soon. The vaike don't wanna stand here all day long like a chump…

……

Yup. Aaanytime would be great. Just any old time now.

Olivia: …Er, Vaike?

Vaike: There she is!

Olivia: Um, that was… I mean… I shouldn't have run off like that.

Vaike: It's all right. You can say it. I told ya, apologies'll be accepted.

Olivia: No. That's the thing… You don't have to lift the rule.

…See?

Vaike: …You're wearin' it? You're wearin' the ring!

Olivia: I think it suits me.

Vaike: Course it does! I ordered it all special for ya!

Olivia: I'm very honored, Vaike.

Er, Vaike?

Vaike: Yep?

Olivia: I…I love you.

Vaike: Holy ogre toes! Why didn't ya say so before now?!

Olivia: Because I'm…bad at communicating…

Vaike: Look, I tell ya what. You marry me, and I'll do the talkin' for the both of us.

Sound like a plan?

Olivia: It certainly does!

Coming up next will be Cherche X Gregor.

[Thor Odinson]

I'm beginning to thing that someone at IS is stalking me.

Because fuck dammit Sully why are you me

I thought muscles was my thing

[Sine Diego]

If no one has done so yet, i'd like to do Lucina X Brady, since I just got S support with them.

[shadowofchaos]

Olivia X Vaike is all done! Eat your heart out, Rey. Haha

[spoiler=Olivia X Vaike]

[spoiler=C Support]

Vaike: …Huh?

Olivia: *Sob*

Vaike: What's wrong there, Olivia? Whatcha cryin' about?

Olivia: The scent on the wind…

Vaike: *Sniff*…Huh? Wind smells fine to me! What's wrong with it?

Olivia: It's the fragrance of change–of the passing of the seasons. I cannot help but weep.

Vaike: It's the what now?

Olivia: Oh, no! Did I say that out loud?!

Oh, I'm so EMBARASSED! D–don't look at me!

Vaike: Er, yeah. I'm gettin' increasingly confused by this conversation.

Olivia: Why do these kinds of things ALWAYS happen to me?!

Vaike: You mean sniffin' the air and breakin' into uncontrollable sobs?

Olivia: Stars on a cloudless night… A single strawberry on a plate…

A flock of birds soaring across the blue skies…

Such beauty strikes my heart and overcomes me with emotion!

Vaike: Just sounds like yer cryin' over a buncha weird stuff, if ya ask me.

But hey, we've all got our problems, right?

Olivia: Yes…I suppose so.

Vaike: Er, so these mooning fits of yours don't happen on the battlefield, right?

Olivia: Oh, no! In combat, I remain totally focused at all times.

Vaike: See then? Ya got nothin' to worry about!

Still, ya might wanna avoid sniffin' the air with other folks around.

People might think you're weird.

Olivia: Er, yes. I'll try to keep that in mind. I'm sorry for putting you to trouble.

Vaike: You ain't gotta apologize to ol' Teach! Just keep yer chin up, all right?

Olivia: Oh, yes. Of course. I'm sorry I'm not more cheer-

Vaike: Ogre's teeth, lady! Stop apologizin'!

Olivia: S-sorry…

[spoiler=B Support]

Vaike: ……

Olivia: Oh, I'm SO sorry, Vaike!

Vaike: Lemme guess: ya saw a wildflower at the bottom of the cliff and got all weepy.

And THEN ya nearly fell off the dang thing 'cause ya couldn't see. That the gist of it?

Olivia: Th–that's about it, yes. If you hadn't come along…

Vaike: You'd have plummeted to your death. I know. Listen, why are you like this?

Olivia: I don't know! I just… *sniff*

Vaike: You're like one'a them long–haired weirdos that bangs gongs in the street.

Olivia: *Sniff* I'm sorry…

Vaike: Gads, you do like to apologize, don't ya? I really wish you'd knock it off.

Olivia: S–sorry…

Vaike: Look, stop it. Try to say somethin' else for a change, all right?

Like "Oh, Vaike, yer so wonderful!" or…somethin'.

Olivia: Er, well… That is…

Vaike: C'mon, you don't have to be so shy! You're talkin' to the Vaike here!

Olivia: Th–thank you.

Vaike: Hmmmmmmm?

Olivia: For…you know. Saving me. Just now.

Vaike: Oh, that. Har har! That ain't nothin'.

Olivia: Oh, gosh. That wasn't a very good thank you, was it? I'm so sorr–

Vaike: DON'T say it! It was great! Perfect! No need for any more apologizin'!

Olivia: Oh, you must forgiv– Er, I mean…all right.

[spoiler=A Support]

Olivia: Oh, er, Vaike?

Vaike: Yep?

Olivia: I…wanted to say something about earlier. When I almost fell off the cliff?

Vaike: Just so long as ya don't go apologizin' again!

Olivia: Oh, no. Actually, what I wanted to say was…

Vaike, I think you're wonderful.

Vaike: Huh?

Olivia: Oh, GODS! Did I say the wrong thing?! I did, didn't I? Oh, I'm just going–

Vaike: No, it was fine! I just…wasn't expectin' it, is all.

And while I agree about the wonderful bit, what's it got todo with the cliff?

Olivia: Well, er, it's just that when we spoke afterward, you told me… That is…

See, you asked me to say that you're wonderful. So I thought about it, and–

Vaike: That was AGES ago!

Olivia: Er, so?

Vaike: Look, Olivia. Ya can't just go savin' up compliments for whenever.

If somebody does somethin' great like savin' yer life, ya tell 'em right away!

Not weeks later when everyone's forgotten about it!

Olivia: Oh. Sorry…

Vaike: ……

Olivia: But you DID save my life. So now I have to find some way to repay you.

Vaike: Well, there is ooone thing you could do for me, I s'pose.

Wanna hear it?

Olivia: Oh, yes! Please, I'd love to!

Vaike: No more apologizin' to me. Ever.

Olivia: Er…

Vaike: "Sorry this" and "sorry that" makes it impossible to have a proper chat.

And, frankly, I was kinda hopin' we could sit down and talk sometime!

Olivia: Oh? I–I see… Then I'll try…

[spoiler=S Support]

Vaike: Say, Olivia, you got a sec? I was hopin' we could chat.

Olivia: Of course, Vaike. What is it?

Vaike: Well, I was just thinkin'…

Ever since ya stopped with the apologizin', we've been havin' some great times!

Don't ya think?

Olivia: Oh, er… yes… I suppose… I mean, I like talking to you! …I think. Mostly.

Vaike: Right! And 'cause it's all goin' so swimmingly, I thought I'd give ya this.

If ya take it, we'll be able to keep talkin' till we're old and batty!

Olivia: …Oh my gosh, Vaike. Is this a ring?

Vaike: Oh, and uh… You know our little rule? Well, consider it suspended for now.

Olivia: What do you mean?

Vaike: I mean, ya can apologize to me right now if…ya know. If ya need to.

Otherwise it'd be hard for ya to turn me down and all. I mean, if that were–

Hey, are you backin' away from me?

Olivia: Oh, gods, I'm SO embarrassed, I have to… I have to…

Vaike: Hey, it ain't like I do this every day either, sister!

Mopin' monkeys, she just took off! She's a funny one, that girl.

Hope she comes back soon. The vaike don't wanna stand here all day long like a chump…

……

Yup. Aaanytime would be great. Just any old time now.

Olivia: …Er, Vaike?

Vaike: There she is!

Olivia: Um, that was… I mean… I shouldn't have run off like that.

Vaike: It's all right. You can say it. I told ya, apologies'll be accepted.

Olivia: No. That's the thing… You don't have to lift the rule.

…See?

Vaike: …You're wearin' it? You're wearin' the ring!

Olivia: I think it suits me.

Vaike: Course it does! I ordered it all special for ya!

Olivia: I'm very honored, Vaike.

Er, Vaike?

Vaike: Yep?

Olivia: I…I love you.

Vaike: Holy ogre toes! Why didn't ya say so before now?!

Olivia: Because I'm…bad at communicating…

Vaike: Look, I tell ya what. You marry me, and I'll do the talkin' for the both of us.

Sound like a plan?

Olivia: It certainly does!

Coming up next will be Cherche X Gregor.

このっ！何をやってんだよ！

なぜオリヴィエをしかってんだよ！？

それに突然告白！？

ロマンチックじゃないだろう！？

信じられねえよ、このバカが。

ヘンリーの支持会話の方がいいんだ。

(W-what the hell are you doing Vaike!?

Why the hell are you scolding her!?

And then suddenly confess!?

That wasn't romantic at all!

I don't believe this idiot.

Henry's supports with her were a lot better.)

I honestly don't like Vaike. At all. He's an idiot. His meme is the best. But it just HURTS for me to pair Olivia with him.

[Balcerzak]

[spoiler=FredxPanne C]

Fred: Great paladin's helm! What manner of beast is that!

Fred: Ah, hold. It's only Panne. ...But why is she prowling about in beast form?

Fred: And why is she charging me?!

Fred: BACK, FOUL BEAST! BACK, LEST MY SWORD TASTE YOUR--

Panne: *Pant, pant* F-finally! You are a hard one to catch, man-spawn.

Fred: Why did you chase me down in beast form? I feared you were planning to eat me whole!

Panne: Running on four legs is much faster. ...Did I scare you?

Fred: A knight does not know fear. ...This was more like surprise. Or perhaps alarm.

Panne: Lies! I hear your heart race even now! You were scared as a newborn pup.

Panne: It is all right. You do not need to pretend for my sake.

Panne: I have grown used to fear and ignorance from your kind.

Fred: You mistake me, good lady. I hold no fear of the taguel.

Fred: Behold what is in front of your eyes: are we not conversing as equals?

Panne: If this is true, then why were you scared?

Fred: When I was but a young boy, I lived in a small village in the hills.

Fred: One day I wandered into the forest, where I was set upon by a mountain wolf.

Fred: My wounds were most grievous...many in the village doubted I would survive.

Fred: When you came running, you reminded me of the beast that attacked me and...

Fred: I apologize, good lady. I did not mean to offend with my actions.

Panne: I'm sorry, Frederick. I had no intention to remind you of such things.

Panne: Would you prefer if I avoided you on the field of battle?

Fred: That is unnecessary. When in combat--

Panne: The enemy is before you and you lose all fear, yes? Spoken like a warrior.

Fred: Yes. Although if you could avoid moving, that might help.

Panne: Yes, well I am sure I cou--wait, what?!

[spoiler=FredxPanne B]

Panne: All right, Frederick. I'm in animal form.

Panne: Now, how is it if I stand over here? I'm quite a long way from you.

Fred: Yes. That's fine.

Panne: Good. Now, if I come a little closer...

Fred: Y-yes, that's fine. ...I think.

Panne: And if I move a liiittle biiit cloooser...

Frederick: BEGONE, FOUL SHE-WITCH!

Panne: Ah. This appears to be the point where fear enters your veins.

Fred: S-so it would seem. ...Er, and apologies once again.

Fred: That reminds me: The other day you came to ask me a question. What was it?

Panne: Mmm... I do not remember.

Fred: Blast. My craven reaction is the reason you cannot recall.

Panne: It cannot be important if I forgot so easily.

Panne: But I have a new question: What will you do with this fear of yours?

Panne: Will you live in terror of animals for the rest of your days?

Fred: If I knew of some way to cure it, good lady, I would not hesitate to do so.

Panne: Perhaps I can help.

Fred: T-truly?

Panne: Your friends accepted me into their warren, and one good deed deserves another.

Fred: That is a very kind gesture. ...Very well. I accept whatever aid you may provide.

Panne: I hope you are prepared...

[spoiler=FredxPanne A]

Panne: All right, let's try this yet again. Now, if I stand here...

Fred: ......

Fred: ......

Fred: NOT ONE STEP CLOSER, FOUL NETHER CREATURE!

Panne: I think we might be stuck.

Fred: I'm so very sorry. It's better than before, but I can't seem conquer this last bit.

Panne: Perhaps it's time to take your treatment to the next leve.

Fred: I'm not sure I approve of--

Panne: The next and final level.

Fred: I DEFINITELY do not approve of--

Panne: GRAAAAAAAAGH!

Fred: *Groan* Y-you...leapt upon me...

Panne: I had grown bored of walking around in the distance while you cursed my name.

Panne: How are you feeling? Aren't you afraid?

Fred: Strangely, no. I'm not afraid at all.

Fred: Gods, I've never noticed how soft and beautiful your fur is.

Panne: Good. All cured.

Fred: Yes, yes, of course. No more fear of...

Fred: Oh, look at these floppy ears! They're so cute!

Panne: OWCH!

Panne: Do NOT yank on my ears, man-spawn!

Fred: Er, yes. Dreadfully sorry, my good lady.

[spoiler=FredxPanne S]

Fred: Panne, might I have a word?

Panne: What is it?

Fred: I no longer fear your animal form, and for this I owe you a great debt.

Panne: Is this the part where you no longer need my services?

Panne: Where you return me back to my rabbit hutch with an affectionate pat on the head?

Fred: My good lady! You mustn't say such a thing, even in jest.

Fred: I am deeply, deeply indebted to you. And what's more I...brought you this.

Panne: Is this... Oh ho, it IS! It's a ring!

Panne: Is this the man-spawn ritual where you ask me to be your mate and spit on all others?

Fred: Er, we usually speak of it in more poetic terms, but...yes. It is.

Fred: I am so very deeply in love with you, Panne! Would you honor me by becoming my wife?

Panne: Your wife? Ha! I remember when you cowered at the sight of me!

Panne: Perhaps I am moving up in the world.

Panne: Oh enough, Frederick. Do not make that sad face at me.

Panne: I have grown fond of you for...some reason. And I would be proud to be your mate.

Fred: Together we have conquered fear! What could possibly stop us?!

Panne: Heh, indeed. First, a bunny. Next, the world!

Comedy gold.

[Fruity Insanity]

Ricken's parent-child convos are... awkward.

He's, like, what, 14 or something? And he calls his child "son" or "daughter" or whatnot.

What makes it even weirder is how his child looks... older than him.

*shivers* To think of what Ricken did to make a baby... :P

[Faye]

Ricken's parent-child convos are... awkward.

He's, like, what, 14 or something? And he calls his child "son" or "daughter" or whatnot.

What makes it even weirder is how his child looks... older than him.

*shivers* To think of what Ricken did to make a baby... :P

Well, the children DO come from the future! :P Hopefully in that future, My Unit and Ricken (and Henry or Donnel for that matter) waited until he was at a legal age before...you know. OAo Then again, Fire Emblem takes place in an age where marrying that young didn't raise any eyebrows. If anything, at least for Ricken, being married to the established and highly praised tactition of Ylisse's royal family will be more than enough to restore his family's name.

Besides, his young appearence is WHY My Unit married him, she's a dirty old woman likeme haha /smacked with a brick

[Shadow Stalker X]

I'm beginning to thing that someone at IS is stalking me.

Because fuck dammit Sully why are you me

I thought muscles was my thing

They probably are. You should check out the KjellexSevera C rank support as well.

[RJWalker]

Frederick: Great Paladin's Helm!

Fred: BACK, FOUL BEAST! BACK, LEST MY

SWORD TASTE YOUR--

Frederick: BEGONE, FOUL SHE-WITCH!

Fred: NOT

ONE STEP CLOSER, FOUL NETHER CREATURE!

Fred: Oh, look at these floppy

ears! They're so cute

Fred y u so amazing?

Edited February 14, 2013 by Ranger Jack Walker

[Fruity Insanity]

Well, the children DO come from the future! :P Hopefully in that future, My Unit and Ricken (and Henry or Donnel for that matter) waited until he was at a legal age before...you know. OAo Then again, Fire Emblem takes place in an age where marrying that young didn't raise any eyebrows. If anything, at least for Ricken, being married to the established and highly praised tactition of Ylisse's royal family will be more than enough to restore his family's name.

Besides, his young appearence is WHY My Unit married him, she's a dirty old woman likeme haha /smacked with a brick

Or he can just marry Lissa and become part of the royal family. (They're both young and immature!)

And omigosh, MU is a pedophile! o_O She'd be arrested or something if something like that happened today.

[TheGreatOld]

Finally obtained Owain!

Beginning process of collecting and writing down father and son support!

[Thor Odinson]

They probably are. You should check out the KjellexSevera C rank support as well.

Alas, I do not have the game :<

Would love to read it.

[Masked_Hunter1825]

Gangrel is out today. Lets go Avatar (F) x Gangrel!

[pichupal]

Gangrel is out today. Lets go Avatar (F) x Gangrel!

It doesn't look like anyone's actually claimed it, but I think I might work on it now if no one wants to take it.

Will update soon - busy today...