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In terms of the Morgan supports, Morgan's lines never change.

Yeah, I know this.

The parents lines will be extremely similar, even identical, unless the character has i distinct personality or speaking pattern, like Henry, Donnel, or Say'ri. Although it'll still be similar.

Its why I was initially hesitant the expand the parentXchild section to accomidate all the partners.

Oh, I see. Rather disappointing...

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And now the support conversation between the Russian Third-person Speaker Heavy Gregor, and the Ever-hexing Mumbler Tharja!

[spoiler=Gregor x Tharja]

[spoiler=C Support]

Gregor: Ah-ha! There is Tharja! Gregoris needing to ask question. Is all right, yes?

Tharja: I'm busy.

Gregor: Ah! You are not wanting to be seen talking to old man like Gregor.

Tharja: Age has nothing to do with it.I'm just not interested in talking.

Gregor: Oy, little girl have tongue like snake. Very full of evil. Tharja could pretend to not liking old-man smell at least. Then Gregor is less insulted.

Tharja: You could smell like roses and fresh-cut grass. It wouldn't matter.

Gregor: Why are you hating friendly Gregor?

Tharja: I said I didn't want to talk to you. ...So why are you still talking?

Gregor: Old man like Gregor only hears what he wants. Very useful skill in life, yes?

Tharja: ...Is that true?

Gregor: Oy, NOW evil girl is expressing interestedness in Gregor!

Tharja: Because that would explain why my curses never work on you.

Gregor: Oh no! Why are you trying to cast evil hex on poor Gregor?!

Tharja: What does it matter? The damned spell didn't work anyway.

Gregor: Ah-ha! This is why you are being so rude. Gregor is immune to your witchery! I make you look like... how you say? Fool? Amateur? This sort of thing?

Tharja: Go ahead and mock me, old man.I'll have my revenge, just you wait...

Gregor: Wait, evil girl! Gregor is still having long list of questions to ask!

[spoiler=B Support]

Gregor: Oy, why is evil girl still not talking? Gregor is nice guy! Laugh like bowl of jelly!

Tharja: ...I should inflict a permanent silence curse on you, old man.

Gregor: Ho ho! Evil girl's spells not work on Gregor! Are you remembering this?

Tharja: I have... never been... this angry... in my entire life!

Gregor: You should forget with all the anger and the making of the clenched fists. Gregor only want to chat. Make with the small speech, yes?

Tharja: You want to be friends with me? Then prove your loyalty. Give me nail clippings and a lock of hair so I can cast a spell that sticks.

Gregor: If Gregor agrees to your unholy terms, you must answer question, yes? Most times Gregor only wants to know if evil girl have dinner plans. But, not today.

Tharja: ...You get one question.

Gregor: Oh, this is too bad. Gregor have long list. But he will narrow down... Does evil girl know magic spell that can, how you say, bring back dead?

Tharja: Seriously? That's your question? It's almost as bad as "can you make me immortal?" Ugggh!

Gregor: So then, you cannot do this?

Tharja: No, Gregor. I can't. No one can. Now if you want to TALK to the dead, that's something I could maybe arrange.

Gregor: Is for truly? Oh yes, that would be more than enough! Please, you must help Gregor talk to dead person.

Tharja: It's not easy, you know. It takes a lot of work, and a LOT of preparation.

Gregor: Please, you must do this! Gregor gives you soul in exchange, yes?

Tharja: ...Really, now?

Gregor: Cross Gregor's heart and hope to die!

Tharja: Well, if you're that desparate, maybe I can do something...

Gregor: Then Gregor is being always in your debt.

[spoiler=A Support]

Gregor: Tharja! You finish researching spell, yes? Read all tomes? Collect bat wing? Please say yes. Gregor is very much wanting to talk to dead person!

Tharja: I am ready. Now then... Whose soul do you wish to summon?

Gregor: Gregor's brother. His name is Gregor.

Tharja: ...You have the same name?

Gregor: When he died, Gregor took Gregor's name. Is fitting tribute, no?

Tharja: ...Oh, gods. That's why the curses never worked! The brother whose name you took must have died with unfinished business. If he clings to this world, the name would still belong to him.

Gregor: And that make spooky magic notwork right, yes?

Tharja: A curse won't stick if you don't know the true name of the intended target.

Gregor: You want to know Gregor's real name now, yes? So you can charm him?

Tharja: Later. Right now, we need to focus on your brother. Imagine his face... Imagine his voice...Now... Talk to him.

Gregor: Hello? Gregor? Yoo-hoo! Are you hearing?

"Gregor": Brother... Is that you...?

Gregor: Oy, is sounding just like him! Tharja is summoning soul of brother!

"Gregor": My brother...

Gregor: Oh, Brother! I am so sorry you die because of bad thing I did! If you bear grudge, tell me now. I atone for injustice!

"Gregor": I bear no grudge against you... You did all you could to save me... You must not feel guilty... I am proud of you...

Gregor: Oh, Gregor! I try to save you,but bandits were so many!

"Gregor": You must forgive yourself, Brother... Forgive...

Gregor: *Sniff*Oy, G-Gregor...

Tharja: Well? Did you say what you had to say?

Gregor: Y-yes. All thanks to Tharja. Gregor's brother was taken by bandits, and he could not save him. Gregor had large hole in heart, but now hole has filled in. Gregor have no more regrets. You can take soul or whatever now.

Tharja: …... I'm... a little tired. Perhaps next time.

Gregor: Gregor brings soul next time we meet. You take then, yes?

[spoiler=S Support]

Gregor: Gregor must thank Tharja again. You did him great favor! Brother hears apology and forgives Gregor. Now he is like new man!

Tharja: Yeah? Well that makes one of us who's happy.

Gregor: Oy, but Gregor says thank you many times over. Why are you giving him that evil glare of fury?

Tharja: Ever since I hosted the soul of your brother, something has been... wrong with me. I can't stop thinking about you. It's... incredibly annoying.

Gregor: Ah... You fall in love with Gregor? Is okay. He sees same thing before. But, is good. Gregor likes you, too. That is why he is bringing you present!

Tharja: ...This is a ring.

Gregor: Look on inside. Is having Gregor's name carved in! If you accept, then we carve your name next to Gregor's. Together forever!

Tharja: ...You intend to continue using the name of your brother?

Gregor: Thanks to you, I know he forgives Gregor for unfortunate and violent death. So now Gregor bears his name with pride! ...He also very used to it by now.

Tharja: Well, it's as much yours as your brother's, I suppose. ...Hmm. Maybe now some of my curses will actually stick.

Gregor: For you, Gregor do anything. Even if it turns him into toad.

Tharja: I don't think that will be necessary. Besides, I've got a better idea... Heh heh...

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And now the support conversation between the Russian Third-person Speaker Heavy Gregor, and the Ever-hexing Mumbler Tharja!

[spoiler=Gregor x Tharja]

[spoiler=C Support]

Gregor: Ah-ha! There is Tharja! Gregoris needing to ask question. Is all right, yes?

Tharja: I'm busy.

Gregor: Ah! You are not wanting to be seen talking to old man like Gregor.

Tharja: Age has nothing to do with it.I'm just not interested in talking.

Gregor: Oy, little girl have tongue like snake. Very full of evil. Tharja could pretend to not liking old-man smell at least. Then Gregor is less insulted.

Tharja: You could smell like roses and fresh-cut grass. It wouldn't matter.

Gregor: Why are you hating friendly Gregor?

Tharja: I said I didn't want to talk to you. ...So why are you still talking?

Gregor: Old man like Gregor only hears what he wants. Very useful skill in life, yes?

Tharja: ...Is that true?

Gregor: Oy, NOW evil girl is expressing interestedness in Gregor!

Tharja: Because that would explain why my curses never work on you.

Gregor: Oh no! Why are you trying to cast evil hex on poor Gregor?!

Tharja: What does it matter? The damned spell didn't work anyway.

Gregor: Ah-ha! This is why you are being so rude. Gregor is immune to your witchery! I make you look like... how you say? Fool? Amateur? This sort of thing?

Tharja: Go ahead and mock me, old man.I'll have my revenge, just you wait...

Gregor: Wait, evil girl! Gregor is still having long list of questions to ask!

[spoiler=B Support]

Gregor: Oy, why is evil girl still not talking? Gregor is nice guy! Laugh like bowl of jelly!

Tharja: ...I should inflict a permanent silence curse on you, old man.

Gregor: Ho ho! Evil girl's spells not work on Gregor! Are you remembering this?

Tharja: I have... never been... this angry... in my entire life!

Gregor: You should forget with all the anger and the making of the clenched fists. Gregor only want to chat. Make with the small speech, yes?

Tharja: You want to be friends with me? Then prove your loyalty. Give me nail clippings and a lock of hair so I can cast a spell that sticks.

Gregor: If Gregor agrees to your unholy terms, you must answer question, yes? Most times Gregor only wants to know if evil girl have dinner plans. But, not today.

Tharja: ...You get one question.

Gregor: Oh, this is too bad. Gregor have long list. But he will narrow down... Does evil girl know magic spell that can, how you say, bring back dead?

Tharja: Seriously? That's your question? It's almost as bad as "can you make me immortal?" Ugggh!

Gregor: So then, you cannot do this?

Tharja: No, Gregor. I can't. No one can. Now if you want to TALK to the dead, that's something I could maybe arrange.

Gregor: Is for truly? Oh yes, that would be more than enough! Please, you must help Gregor talk to dead person.

Tharja: It's not easy, you know. It takes a lot of work, and a LOT of preparation.

Gregor: Please, you must do this! Gregor gives you soul in exchange, yes?

Tharja: ...Really, now?

Gregor: Cross Gregor's heart and hope to die!

Tharja: Well, if you're that desparate, maybe I can do something...

Gregor: Then Gregor is being always in your debt.

[spoiler=A Support]

Gregor: Tharja! You finish researching spell, yes? Read all tomes? Collect bat wing? Please say yes. Gregor is very much wanting to talk to dead person!

Tharja: I am ready. Now then... Whose soul do you wish to summon?

Gregor: Gregor's brother. His name is Gregor.

Tharja: ...You have the same name?

Gregor: When he died, Gregor took Gregor's name. Is fitting tribute, no?

Tharja: ...Oh, gods. That's why the curses never worked! The brother whose name you took must have died with unfinished business. If he clings to this world, the name would still belong to him.

Gregor: And that make spooky magic notwork right, yes?

Tharja: A curse won't stick if you don't know the true name of the intended target.

Gregor: You want to know Gregor's real name now, yes? So you can charm him?

Tharja: Later. Right now, we need to focus on your brother. Imagine his face... Imagine his voice...Now... Talk to him.

Gregor: Hello? Gregor? Yoo-hoo! Are you hearing?

"Gregor": Brother... Is that you...?

Gregor: Oy, is sounding just like him! Tharja is summoning soul of brother!

"Gregor": My brother...

Gregor: Oh, Brother! I am so sorry you die because of bad thing I did! If you bear grudge, tell me now. I atone for injustice!

"Gregor": I bear no grudge against you... You did all you could to save me... You must not feel guilty... I am proud of you...

Gregor: Oh, Gregor! I try to save you,but bandits were so many!

"Gregor": You must forgive yourself, Brother... Forgive...

Gregor: *Sniff*Oy, G-Gregor...

Tharja: Well? Did you say what you had to say?

Gregor: Y-yes. All thanks to Tharja. Gregor's brother was taken by bandits, and he could not save him. Gregor had large hole in heart, but now hole has filled in. Gregor have no more regrets. You can take soul or whatever now.

Tharja: …... I'm... a little tired. Perhaps next time.

Gregor: Gregor brings soul next time we meet. You take then, yes?

[spoiler=S Support]

Gregor: Gregor must thank Tharja again. You did him great favor! Brother hears apology and forgives Gregor. Now he is like new man!

Tharja: Yeah? Well that makes one of us who's happy.

Gregor: Oy, but Gregor says thank you many times over. Why are you giving him that evil glare of fury?

Tharja: Ever since I hosted the soul of your brother, something has been... wrong with me. I can't stop thinking about you. It's... incredibly annoying.

Gregor: Ah... You fall in love with Gregor? Is okay. He sees same thing before. But, is good. Gregor likes you, too. That is why he is bringing you present!

Tharja: ...This is a ring.

Gregor: Look on inside. Is having Gregor's name carved in! If you accept, then we carve your name next to Gregor's. Together forever!

Tharja: ...You intend to continue using the name of your brother?

Gregor: Thanks to you, I know he forgives Gregor for unfortunate and violent death. So now Gregor bears his name with pride! ...He also very used to it by now.

Tharja: Well, it's as much yours as your brother's, I suppose. ...Hmm. Maybe now some of my curses will actually stick.

Gregor: For you, Gregor do anything. Even if it turns him into toad.

Tharja: I don't think that will be necessary. Besides, I've got a better idea... Heh heh...

Ouch, Mercenaries always had crappy back stories sad.gif. Maybe his original name was Heavy.

Anyways, finally got the game on Monday and was able to get my supports going fast. Though one was apparently done for me...

Here's the enigma and the guy that never gets noticed!

[spoiler=Robin x Kellam]

[spoiler= C ]

R: The others claim it's a ghost, but I refuse to put stock in such things.

K: Claim what is a ghost?

R:WAAAAAAAAAAH!...Oh! It's you, Kellam! You surprised me.

K:Sorry, You looked a little worried... I just wanted to see if you were all right.

R:Well, there IS something troubling me...The men are reporting strange incidents- baffling phenomena that defy explanation.

K:Goodness! Like what?

R:Well, for example, whenever a group of us gather, drinks materialize on the table. Also, there's always one more cup than people present. But everyone denies that they brought the cup or served the drinks! It's most peculiar. So peculiar, in fact, that some are claiming it to be the work of spirits...

K: It's not a ghost.

R:Oh, of course it's not. I just don't know what it could possibly-

K:It's me. I serve the drinks.

R:You? ...But wait. Why would you bring one cup too many?

K:That's my cup. I guess it's just that no one ever...notices me...

R:What?! That's almost as absurd as the ghost theory!

[spoiler= B ]

R:Lad de dah de dum...*music note* Shanty Pete danced on a barrel of rum...*music note* Oh, hull?! Where did this drink come from?...Kellam, are you there?

K:Right here. ...In front of you.

R:Ah, yes, of course-now I see you. Thank you for the drink!

K:I didn't want to interrupt while you were humming there. Sorry...

R:Not at all! I was just taken aback when the cup seemed to appear by my elbow...

K:Um, yes. Sorry...again...

R:You know, Kellam, if you want people to notice you more, you should speak up.

K: Oh, I'm not looking to be noticed. Not especially, anyway.

R: Well, if that's your plan , I have to say you are succeeding brilliantly.

K:Plus whenever I do speak, people start screaming about hearing voices... At least, that's what happened at dinner last night...

R:Heh, so that WAS you...Half the camp refused to come out of their tents for fear of the "ghost"!

K:Sorry!

R:Stop being sorry!It's their own fault for being such superstitious hens.

K:Yes, but I understand now why people react so strangely whenever I do them favors. Next time I bring tea for everyone, I'll be sure to shout what I'm doing. And I'll try to stop standing sideways...Or in shadows. Or behind barrels...

R:Splendid idea, Kellam! That's the spirit! We'll get you noticed yet!

[spoiler= A & PIE ]

K:Eh? A slice of crowberry pie? What's this doing here?

R:It's for you, Kellam.

K:Robin! Y-you saw me!

R:The rick is to squint and look sideways. I've been working on it here and there.

Anyway, you're always so helpful to everyone else, I wanted to return the favor.

K:...Thanks.

R:Not at all. It's the least I can do.

K:Gosh, you really are good to me, Robin.

I know I said I don't do it for thanks, but it IS nice to hear...especially from you.

...Well, guess I'll be going now.

R:What in the...How did he DO that?! He just vanished!

K:Er, I'm right over here. Straightening up these axes.

.

R:..Oh, right. Of course I knew that.

It's just that you gave this enigmatic smile, turned to the left, and then...disappeared!

Almost as if you'd achieved enlightenment and transcended this mortal plane!

K:...That's some imagination you have.

C:Ha ha. Yes, well.perhaps I've read a few too many morality plays as of late

In any case, forget the axes for now--everyone is waiting to see you.

K:Me?...But why?

R:They all want to apologize for making such a fuss about the supposed hauntings.

K:...Oh, um, I don't know. That sounds like an awful lot of attention...

R:Sometimes, Kellam, we all have to stand up and be noticed.

K:All right. But if I'm feeling shy, I might have to transcend to a higher plane again.

R:Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!

K:That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha?

...Robin? Why are you backing away from me like that...?

[spoiler= S ]

R:Wow, what a part the other day, eh, Kellam? So much fun!

K:Um, I suppose so...

R:When you got out of your seat and disappeared into thin air?

Half of them believed me when I said you'd transcended the mortal plane! Heh ha!

K:Yes...

R:Oh, but listen to me natter away! I'm not letting you get a word in edgewise!

...Er, I'm not boring you, am I?

K:Golly, no. Not at all. I like you, and I like hearing you talk...

I could listen to the sound of your voice all day long...

R:Oh, well, thank you, Kellam. ...Hey, wait a sec!

Wh-what do you mean, "like" me?! As in, Like like?

K:Um, I'm sorry...is that a problem?

R:Er, no! Of course it isn't...I'm just...surprised, is all...

K:Then get ready for a BIG surprise...

R:Wh-what's going on? Why are you giving me a...ring?

K:Do you like it?

R:G-gracious, Kellam, I LOVE it!...Can I keep it?

K:I sure hope you do!

R:I'm so happy... I feel like I could just float off into the clouds...

K:It's all right. I'll grab your ankle before you get too high.

That is, if you really DO want to stick around and...be my wife.

R:I want that more than anything, Kellam. In truth, I've adored you for so long...

K:I'm glad you found me, Robin. Not many people have, you know.

R:You won't have to worry about being missed, ever again.

No matter where you go or what you do, I'll be there, watching you.

And what I'll see is my friend, and my one true love.

K:As long as you see me that way, no one else even matters...

*CG*

You make me feel like I'm really here

Like I mean something

I'm yours...forever.

I thought it was heartwarming to say the least.

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And now the support conversation between the Russian Third-person Speaker Heavy Gregor, and the Ever-hexing Mumbler Tharja!

[spoiler=Gregor x Tharja]

[spoiler=C Support]

Gregor: Ah-ha! There is Tharja! Gregoris needing to ask question. Is all right, yes?

Tharja: I'm busy.

Gregor: Ah! You are not wanting to be seen talking to old man like Gregor.

Tharja: Age has nothing to do with it.I'm just not interested in talking.

Gregor: Oy, little girl have tongue like snake. Very full of evil. Tharja could pretend to not liking old-man smell at least. Then Gregor is less insulted.

Tharja: You could smell like roses and fresh-cut grass. It wouldn't matter.

Gregor: Why are you hating friendly Gregor?

Tharja: I said I didn't want to talk to you. ...So why are you still talking?

Gregor: Old man like Gregor only hears what he wants. Very useful skill in life, yes?

Tharja: ...Is that true?

Gregor: Oy, NOW evil girl is expressing interestedness in Gregor!

Tharja: Because that would explain why my curses never work on you.

Gregor: Oh no! Why are you trying to cast evil hex on poor Gregor?!

Tharja: What does it matter? The damned spell didn't work anyway.

Gregor: Ah-ha! This is why you are being so rude. Gregor is immune to your witchery! I make you look like... how you say? Fool? Amateur? This sort of thing?

Tharja: Go ahead and mock me, old man.I'll have my revenge, just you wait...

Gregor: Wait, evil girl! Gregor is still having long list of questions to ask!

[spoiler=B Support]

Gregor: Oy, why is evil girl still not talking? Gregor is nice guy! Laugh like bowl of jelly!

Tharja: ...I should inflict a permanent silence curse on you, old man.

Gregor: Ho ho! Evil girl's spells not work on Gregor! Are you remembering this?

Tharja: I have... never been... this angry... in my entire life!

Gregor: You should forget with all the anger and the making of the clenched fists. Gregor only want to chat. Make with the small speech, yes?

Tharja: You want to be friends with me? Then prove your loyalty. Give me nail clippings and a lock of hair so I can cast a spell that sticks.

Gregor: If Gregor agrees to your unholy terms, you must answer question, yes? Most times Gregor only wants to know if evil girl have dinner plans. But, not today.

Tharja: ...You get one question.

Gregor: Oh, this is too bad. Gregor have long list. But he will narrow down... Does evil girl know magic spell that can, how you say, bring back dead?

Tharja: Seriously? That's your question? It's almost as bad as "can you make me immortal?" Ugggh!

Gregor: So then, you cannot do this?

Tharja: No, Gregor. I can't. No one can. Now if you want to TALK to the dead, that's something I could maybe arrange.

Gregor: Is for truly? Oh yes, that would be more than enough! Please, you must help Gregor talk to dead person.

Tharja: It's not easy, you know. It takes a lot of work, and a LOT of preparation.

Gregor: Please, you must do this! Gregor gives you soul in exchange, yes?

Tharja: ...Really, now?

Gregor: Cross Gregor's heart and hope to die!

Tharja: Well, if you're that desparate, maybe I can do something...

Gregor: Then Gregor is being always in your debt.

[spoiler=A Support]

Gregor: Tharja! You finish researching spell, yes? Read all tomes? Collect bat wing? Please say yes. Gregor is very much wanting to talk to dead person!

Tharja: I am ready. Now then... Whose soul do you wish to summon?

Gregor: Gregor's brother. His name is Gregor.

Tharja: ...You have the same name?

Gregor: When he died, Gregor took Gregor's name. Is fitting tribute, no?

Tharja: ...Oh, gods. That's why the curses never worked! The brother whose name you took must have died with unfinished business. If he clings to this world, the name would still belong to him.

Gregor: And that make spooky magic notwork right, yes?

Tharja: A curse won't stick if you don't know the true name of the intended target.

Gregor: You want to know Gregor's real name now, yes? So you can charm him?

Tharja: Later. Right now, we need to focus on your brother. Imagine his face... Imagine his voice...Now... Talk to him.

Gregor: Hello? Gregor? Yoo-hoo! Are you hearing?

"Gregor": Brother... Is that you...?

Gregor: Oy, is sounding just like him! Tharja is summoning soul of brother!

"Gregor": My brother...

Gregor: Oh, Brother! I am so sorry you die because of bad thing I did! If you bear grudge, tell me now. I atone for injustice!

"Gregor": I bear no grudge against you... You did all you could to save me... You must not feel guilty... I am proud of you...

Gregor: Oh, Gregor! I try to save you,but bandits were so many!

"Gregor": You must forgive yourself, Brother... Forgive...

Gregor: *Sniff*Oy, G-Gregor...

Tharja: Well? Did you say what you had to say?

Gregor: Y-yes. All thanks to Tharja. Gregor's brother was taken by bandits, and he could not save him. Gregor had large hole in heart, but now hole has filled in. Gregor have no more regrets. You can take soul or whatever now.

Tharja: …... I'm... a little tired. Perhaps next time.

Gregor: Gregor brings soul next time we meet. You take then, yes?

[spoiler=S Support]

Gregor: Gregor must thank Tharja again. You did him great favor! Brother hears apology and forgives Gregor. Now he is like new man!

Tharja: Yeah? Well that makes one of us who's happy.

Gregor: Oy, but Gregor says thank you many times over. Why are you giving him that evil glare of fury?

Tharja: Ever since I hosted the soul of your brother, something has been... wrong with me. I can't stop thinking about you. It's... incredibly annoying.

Gregor: Ah... You fall in love with Gregor? Is okay. He sees same thing before. But, is good. Gregor likes you, too. That is why he is bringing you present!

Tharja: ...This is a ring.

Gregor: Look on inside. Is having Gregor's name carved in! If you accept, then we carve your name next to Gregor's. Together forever!

Tharja: ...You intend to continue using the name of your brother?

Gregor: Thanks to you, I know he forgives Gregor for unfortunate and violent death. So now Gregor bears his name with pride! ...He also very used to it by now.

Tharja: Well, it's as much yours as your brother's, I suppose. ...Hmm. Maybe now some of my curses will actually stick.

Gregor: For you, Gregor do anything. Even if it turns him into toad.

Tharja: I don't think that will be necessary. Besides, I've got a better idea... Heh heh...

I love how this sheds a light on the fact that "Gregor" isn't even his real name.

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Another mostly generic Parent-Child support, yay~

[spoiler=[size=2]Lucina X Olivia (Parent)[/size]]

[spoiler=C support]

Lucina

Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.

Olivia

Oh?

Lucina

It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be perfect for you, so I bought it.

I was thinking you could try a different style for once.

Olivia

Why, Lucina! What a lovely surprise! Now let me get a look at this gorgeous...

Er...dress? Oh dear.

I've never seen so many... unusual colors and shapes in one piece of clothing.

Lucina

I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots?

If you look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself!

I wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream with delight!

Olivia

(I bet he'll scream, all right...)

Lucina

Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.

Olivia

I'm sorry, Lucina. It's just that... Well, this isn't exactly my...style.

I'm very grateful for the thought, but...I don't think I can wear it.

Lucina

Oh? I was sure you would like it...

Well, perhaps next time I go to the market, you could come and pick something yourself.

I know it seems frivolous in times like these.

But in the blighted future I come from, I often fantasized of such simple pleasures.

Olivia

Why, Lucina. What a considerate daughter you've grown up to be.

I'd be delighted to go to the market with you. ...Delighted and honored.

Lucina

Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!

Olivia

(Oh, gods, no...)

Lucina

Pardon, Mother?

[spoiler=B support]

Lucina

Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the perfect dress here.

Olivia

Er, yes. Just so long as it's not TOO stylish.

Frankly, dear, you have much more... flamboyant taste in clothes than I do.

Lucina

I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this one?

Olivia

G-gracious! I don't think I've ever seen such a... shimmery magenta.

Lucina

Hm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?

Olivia

Oh my...That's very lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace.

Lucina, I can see right through it!

Lucina

Oh, all right. Well... how about this one, then?

Olivia

Well, it's certainly a nice color. But I'm not sure about the whole octopus motif...

Lucina

Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it?

Why don't I come back another day and pick out something nice for you?

Olivia

Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but... all right. Let's try it.

Lucina

Wonderful! I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress.

Something that you will truly, truly adore!

Olivia

Oh, yes, I'm sure you... Hmm? Oh, look at this...

Lucina

Which one? ...The baby garment?

Olivia

Oh, isn't it just adorable? Look at the tiny little bow, too!

...Well, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to camp.

Lucina

......

...Hmm...

[spoiler=A support]

Lucina

Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know you'll love it!

Olivia

Oh, goodness. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so quickly...

But... I'm sure it will be just fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha ha...ha.

Lucina

And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!

Olivia

...Huh? It's... tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.

Lucina

Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market together.

I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking of your daughter.

The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.

Olivia

......

Lucina

You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss you.

Olivia

Why, Lucina...

Lucina

I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war.

Being able to see my mother again has been like living in a dream.

I didn't want to wake up and remember that you have a different life in this world.

Olivia

......

Lucina

Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but feel...jealous.

I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.

Olivia

Oh, Lucina... don't be silly!

I've thought of you as my daughter from the moment we were reunited!

Believe me when I say I love you just the same as I love that child at the castle.

Lucina

...Honestly?

Olivia

Yes! You are a true daughter to me.

I want to give you happy memories to make up for those you lost in your future world.

And I know your father feels the same way.

Lucina

If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...

Olivia

Of course! Your father and I are alike in so many ways...

We're both parents to the world's most wonderful daughter, for one.

Lucina

...Thank you, Mother. For everything.

I fear I must default on my remaining support claims due to being exceedingly busy these coming weeks; score one for biting off more than one can chew. I am most sorry v_v. Anyway, these are what I had left; if someone else would care to transcribe them, it would be much appreciated.

Miriel X Cherche

Inigo X Chrom (Parent - Generic)

Gerome X Cherche (Parent)

Gerome X Frederick (Parent - Generic)

I also had Lucina X Inigo (siblings); Carilhelol offered to post it, but I don't know when that might be.

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Here is Male Avatar x Kjelle (romantic) from

[spoiler=C]Kjelle: *Huff, huff* Avatar!

Avatar: Goodness, what's wrong?! You look like you sprinted here!

Kjelle: Spar with me! No practice weapons! No quarter! Spar with me for true!

Avatar: I... didn't see this coming.

Kjelle: Those who lack strength have no place in this army. I will be the one to test you!

Avatar: You think me weak?

Kjelle: I will save judgement until we have crossed weapons. But I advise you not to take me lightly. I'm stronger than most men!

Avatar: I refuse your challenge. Only a fool risks injury in anything more than practice. And by your tone of voice, I'm guessing this is more than simple training.

Kjelle: Ha! Look at the craven! Are you so afraid of losing to a woman?

Avatar: I'm afraid that satisfying your idle curiosity isn't reason enough for me to fight. We've more than enough fighting to do as it is. Save it for our opponents.

Kjelle: Coward! Craven! Yellow belly! Gutless, recreant, fainthearted cur!

Avatar: Oh, for the love of... *sigh* Fine! fine. We'll spar. But just this once!

Kjelle: Once will be enough. Have at you!

[spoiler=B]Kjelle: Avatar! I demand one more round!

Avatar: ...All right. But this is honestly the last and final time. Truly.

Kjelle: Then have at you!

Avatar: ..... You've lost.

Kjelle: What?! We've not even started!

Avatar: Look at your stance. You're too tense. You've lost before you've begun.

Kjelle: Are you mocking me, sir?!

Avatar: No, I'm informing you. That's the stance of someone relying solely on brute force. It won't work on me.

Kjelle: A hollow boast! But let's see how you handle...THIS! ...Gwaaagh?! S-so fast! How did you---

Avatar: You seem to forgo any tactic beyond blindly charging your foe. If so, you'd best get used to this bite of steel at your throat.

Kjelle: ...I yield.

Avatar: .....

Kjelle: I challenged you with the idea of gauging your skills, Avatar. But instead, I find my own prowess has been called into question. ...When you said I relied on brute force, it...upset me.

Avatar: You're a talented fighter, Kjelle. Just...reckless. I only know your weakness because I've watched you work. However, I'm hardly the best this world has to offer. Some opponents will see you coming a mile away. You won't stand a chance.

Kjelle: .....

Avatar: Perhaps I spoke too harshly. Forgive me. ...I'll leave you to your thoughts.

Kjelle: Damn him... He's right.

[spoiler=A]Kjelle: ...Hngh!

Avatar: Something wrong, Kjelle?

Kjelle: Er, I'm...It's nothing!

Avatar: You're hurt, aren't you?

Kjelle: I said it's nothing. A scratch.

Avatar: Even the smallest wound can fester. Let's have a look.

Kjelle: Ah!

Avatar: It's fresh... This is from the last battle? It's a clean cut, at least. Shouldn't even leave a scar, if treated soon enough. It must have been some opponent if they were able to leave such a memento.

Kjelle: She was...quite fearsome. The old me might not have survived the encounter.

Avatar: Before training, you mean?

Kjelle: Before sparring with you. Your words have made me stronger.

Avatar: You mean the bit about not relying on brute force? I'm happy to hear it was useful.

Kjelle: I had fought every previous battle on pure momentum. I fancied myself better than any man. Stronger. That's why I needed to face you twice; I couldn't believe the initial result. But strength is more than muscle alone. A keen eye, a quick mind... Any of these things can decide a battle as sure as might. It was you who taught me that.

Avatar: Glad to hear that, indeed, especially coming from your lips... Aaand...there. Wrapped up and ready to go. How does the bandage feel?

Kjelle: ...Just fine. Thank you.

Avatar: My pleasure.

[spoiler=S]Kjelle: Avatar!

Avatar: Kjelle... Is everything all right?

Kjelle: I need you to spar with me one last time. ...Please.

Avatar: I'm guessing your reasons are different from before?

Kjelle: They are. So will you grant me this request?

Avatar: No holding back. Agreed?

Kjelle: I'll come at you with all I have!

Avatar: Hyaaah!

Kjelle: Yaaah!

Avatar: Ngh! ...Yield! I yield! ...You win today, Kjelle. ...And now that you read me as well as I can read you, I doubt I'll ever win again. I'm certainly no match for your power.

Kjelle: ..... Thank you for indulging me. My head feels clear again. It's put my feelings in order.

Avatar: Oh?

Kjelle: I wasn't sure before, but now I know that... That I love you.

Avatar: Wait, you... I mean, I don't... Do you mean it?

Kjelle: I haven't stopped thinking of you since my first defeat at your hands. At first I thought I was just angry. My wounded pride and all... But that wasn't it. Or not all of it, anyway. somewhere along the way, spite gave way to affection. I realized it was not anger that kept you in my thoughts. It was love.

Avatar: Kjelle, I...Thank you. It's hard for me to believe you really feel this way. Especially since I, too, have been entranced ever since our first duel. Seeing you throw yourself into training... It was quite the impressive sight. And attractive, if I may be so bold.

Kjelle: You may be so bold, sir. For you've become the source of that drive in me.

Avatar: Then I'm the one who should feel flattered. You're an incredible woman, Kjelle. From here on, we can spur each other on to greater heights. Be each other's drive.

Kjelle: I'd be honored, Avatar!

(Credit to shadowofchaos for the picture.)

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CG: With you at my side, I feel as strong as newly forged steel. I...I adore you.

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edit: added the CG and confession audio.

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Hey guys, I'm new here so I'm not exactly sure how all this works, but I'm willing to help out however I can. I noticed that I've got a lot of the supports that are missing here, but they're already claimed by other people. Should I do anything or just leave it to the people who've claimed them?

Either way, I've got a lot of free time for the next little while, so if anyone has any claims that they're not going to be able to get to for a while, I'll be glad to take them over.

Thanks for all your hard work guys, it's much appreciated!

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I just did a few of generics for Morgan (M) x Father that weren't claimed. So here they are!

Edit: Added in one more

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Gangrel (Support C)]

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.

Gangrel: And what are you up to?

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

Gangrel: Heh. Really...

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, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?

Gangrel: Why not? I've got nowhere--

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

Gangrel: That kid sure is energetic...

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Gangrel (Support B)]

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Gangrel: I can carve a moment from my busy schedule, sure. Bwa ha ha!

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one--figure 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, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Gangrel: Hey, I love a bloody head-banging as much as the next guy. ....Probably more so. But it's take it easy on that for a bit. Maybe just 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 Father looked like?"

Gangrel: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for now.

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, Father!

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Gangrel (Support A)]

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*

Gangrel: Now, now. Enough with the crying already.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. 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*

Gangrel: Yeesh...

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

Gangrel: What's going on?

Morgan: I...I rememebered 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, Father. 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.

Gangrel: Yes, well, take all the time you need, son. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon...

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Gerome (Support C)]

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.

Gerome: What's going on, Morgan?

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

Gerome: Is that 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, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?

Gerome: Sure, why not. After all--

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

Gerome: Where does he get all that energy...

[spoiler='Male Morgan x [/size]Gerome (Support B)']

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Gerome: Sure.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one--figure 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, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Gerome: Let's...hold off on the head smashing, all right? Why don't you just try staring at me for a while? Right into my eyes.

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 Father looked like?"

Gerome: 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, Father!

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Gerome (Support A)]

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*

Gerome: This is hardly worth crying over, Morgan.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. 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*

Gerome: Morgan...

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

Gerome: What's wrong?

Morgan: I...I rememebered 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, Father. 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.

Gerome: Take all the time you need. I will lend my aid to your cause.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Laurent (Support C)]

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.

Laurent: Morgan? What are you doing?

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

Laurent: That is a most unscientific analysis. And yet, oddly plausible...

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, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?

Laurent: I would be delighted to try. After all--

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

Laurent: The loquaciousness of that boy is unparalleled...

[spoiler='Male Morgan x [/size]Laurent (Support B)']

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Laurent: Yes, of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one--figure 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, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Laurent: I see no point in further damaging your already fragile cranium. Perhaps you could try staring at me for a while? It might help trigger a memory.

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 Father looked like?"

Laurent: Oh, dear. It would seem this experiment is also a failure...Let's take a break from the memory project for today, shall we?

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, Father!

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Laurent (Support A)]

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*

Laurent: Morgan, I don't believe crying is necessary at this juncture...

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. 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*

Laurent: Morgan...

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

Laurent: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I...I rememebered 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, Father. 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.

Laurent: Take as much time as you need. I'll be happy to assist you in this endeavor.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Yarne (Support C)]

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she

was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.

Yarne: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not

pawns of some scripted fate. It's invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing!

Yarne: Heh, is that 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, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?

Yarne: I'd be happy to try. After all--

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

Yarne: ...What was that all about?

[spoiler='Male Morgan x [/size]Yarne (Support B)']

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Yarne: Yeah, of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one--figure 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,

Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Yarne: How about we hold off on the head smashing for now, hmm? Maybe you could try staring at me for a bit? That might help.

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 Father looked like?"

Yarne: Er, right. Maybe 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, Father!

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Yarne (Support A)]

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*

Yarne: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. 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*

Yarne: Morgan...

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

Yarne: What's wrong?! Migraine headache? Embolism? Brain aneurysm?

Morgan: I...I rememebered 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, Father. 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.

Yarne: Whew! I was worried you were going extinct there for a second! Anyway, take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you!

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Virion (Support C)]

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.

Virion: What are you up to, Morgan?

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

Virion: You don't say!

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, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?

Virion: I'd be happy to try. After all--

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

Virion: That boy sure loves to talk...

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Virion (Support B)]

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Virion: Yes, of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one--figure 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, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Virion: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Into my mesmerizing eyes.

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 Father looked like?"

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

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, Father!

[spoiler=Male Morgan x Virion (Support A)]

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*

Virion: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. 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*

Virion: Morgan...

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

Virion: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I...I rememebered 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, Father. 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.

Virion: Take all the time you need, boy. I'll always be here for you...

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

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Another support from me, Severa and Vaike's parent child support:

[spoiler=Severa X Vaike]

[spoiler=c]

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy Daughter Day!

Vaike: Er...what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her father?!

Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds!

Vaike: You're right--I should count my blessings! Well, then? Where ya wanna go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Vaike: Dresses, eh? Well, I suppose ya are at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline you're not much older than I am, Daddy!

Vaike: Hah! Good point!

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we are brother and sister.

Vaike: Hmm, yeah... That would be odd, huh?

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?!

You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Vaike: Wha--?! Aw, come on! That ain't it at all! You're completely adorable, hon!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet!

So okay! In town, there's this one dress I really, reeeally want!

Would you hate me if I asked you to get it for me? Would Mother be mad?

Vaike: I could never hate ya, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind.

You're our daughter, you know? You can have anythin' ya want.

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy. I love you so much!

Vaike: Heh heh! I love ya too, kid.

Severa: (...pffft. Too easy.)

[spoiler=B]

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy!

I felt like a total princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Vaike: I'm pretty sure most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Vaike: What? Y-yes, dear, I'm listenin'.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with you!

I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here the other day!

Vaike: Sorry, pumpkin, but no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad at me?

Vaike: Urgh, spare me the puppy-dog eyes, please... No means no, kid.

We just bought ya all that stuff...

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Vaike: Yeesh, talk about an attitude change!

Now, look. I ain't sayin' I won't buy ya anythin' ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Vaike: I'm just sayin' you'll have to earn it.

If ya help out around camp with chores and such, I'll treat ya to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this-- my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Vaike: No? Then stop actin' like one!

This is for your own good, Severa. A little hardship in your youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!

Vaike: Well, my mind's made up. I won't continue to just buy ya whatever ya like.

If there's somethin' ya want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores.

But I expect some SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Vaike: *Sigh* Sure hope that character starts buildin' soon...

[spoiler=A]

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not again!

That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Vaike: Er, Severa? Whatcha doin'?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds!

You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Vaike: ...And that pile of broken swords behind ya?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and stuff!

Sorry I'm not PREFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!

I get it--I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Vaike: Er, I think you're overreact--

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse while chopping wood...

I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame deadweight.

You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history.

I'm such a disappointment.

Vaike: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Vaike: I ain't disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier ya came back to us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?

All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother!

And you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Vaike: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare ya to anyone.

You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.

Severa: Wha--?!

Vaike: I love ya, kid, and I'm behind ya no matter what.

So no more talk of bein' a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed ya as a father.

Severa: What? No!

Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I...I didn't...

WAAAAAAAAAH...

Vaike: Aw, don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now.

I'm sorry for sayin' ya needed more hardship before. I know it's been hard...

But I'll do all I can to keep ya from ever suffering again.

and hey--ya HAVE been doin' your chores! So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy!

But if you die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Vaike: I ain't goin' anywhere this time. I promise.

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Since it's not claimed and I've got most of their supports, I'm going to lay claim to Libra x Brady parent support

EDIT: And here it is. It's pretty much similar to the Gaius version I transcribed, though they did change around some of Libra's phrasing at least. A nice contrast between his and Gaius' speech pattern.

[spoiler=Brady x Libra (Parent Support)]

[spoiler=C Support]

Brady

Tea's ready.

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

Libra

Um...

Brady

Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation?

It's all set and ready to go-just the way ya like it.

Libra

Uh, Brady?

Brady

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

Libra

Oh, right. S-Sorry... *sip*

...But, Brady?

Brady

Yeah?

Libra

What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I'm not much of a tea drinker...

Brady

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

Libra

I've had the odd cup here or there, I've never had a "teatime" in my life.

Brady

...WHAT?!

Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave me detailed instructions!

Wait... Did she make it all up?

Libra

Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I suppose she did.

Brady

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

Libra

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.

Libra

...When did my life get so odd?

[spoiler=B Support]

Brady

Sorry about last time, old-timer.

Libra

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'

Libra

...I'm sorry?

Brady

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

Libra

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.

Libra

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-

Libra

Brady, wait.

Brady

What?!

Libra

As long as you're here, let's just enjoy a nice chat and forget about Maribelle.

I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably wouldn't have come by.

Brady

Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!

Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer...

It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Libra

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

[spoiler=A Support]

Brady

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

Libra

Heh heh...

Brady

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

Libra

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 kinda...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.

Libra

What, you mean the Brady of this era?

Brady

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

Libra

......

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.

Libra

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.

Libra

I could never forget you, Son.

I'll remember you until the gods call me home 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 voilin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Libra

Ha! Then I suppose it's settled. I can't very well die now, can I?

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Here are two parents support ,Lissa and Olivia, with Morgan taken from

and shadowofchaos respectivelyNewYearsEmoticon.gif.

[spoiler=Lissa x (F)Morgan][spoiler=C]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.

Lissa:What's up, Morgan?

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!

Lissa: Hee hee! That's an interesting take.

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?

Lissa: Hey, I'd be happy to try! After all-

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

Lissa: Boy, she sure is full of energy!

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

Lissa: For you? Of course!

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?

Lissa: Uh, for starters, I would recommend against the head-smashing thing...Why don't you try staring at me for a while? Maybe it'll help trigger something.

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?"

Lissa: Oh, boy... Listen, maybe that's enough of the memory project for one day, okay?

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]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*

Lissa: Aw, come on, Morgan. Don't 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*

Lissa: Morgan...

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

Lissa: 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.

Lissa: Take all the time you need, Morgan. I'll help out however I can!

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

[spoiler=Olivia x (F)Morgan][spoiler=C]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.

Olivia: What are you up to, Morgan?

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!

Olivia: Heh, is that 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?

Olivia: Of course, dear. I'd be happy to try. After all-

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

Olivia: Well, she's certainly got energy to spare...

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

Olivia: For you dear? Of course!

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?

Olivia: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Now, this is a little embarrassing, but... maybe you could try staring at me?

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?"

Olivia: Er, right, dear. 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]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*

Olivia: Aw, don't cry, dear. It's okay!

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*

Olivia: Morgan...

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

Olivia: 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.

Olivia: Take all the time you need, dear. I'll always be here for you...You know that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

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I fear I must default on my remaining support claims due to being exceedingly busy these coming weeks; score one for biting off more than one can chew. I am most sorry v_v. Anyway, these are what I had left; if someone else would care to transcribe them, it would be much appreciated.

Inigo X Chrom (Parent - Generic)

Done. I'll take this one since my Chrom is already married to Olivia. Will start on it after I get some sleep.

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I saw that the Brady x Ricken parent support wasn't claimed, so I went ahead and grabbed it.

[spoiler=Brady x Ricken (Parent Support)][spoiler=C Support]Brady

Tea's ready.

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

Ricken

Um...

Brady

Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation?

It's all set and ready to go- just the way ya like it.

Ricken

Uh, Brady?

Brady

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

Ricken

Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip*

...But, Brady?

Brady

Yeah?

Ricken

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.

Ricken

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?

Ricken

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 about now!

Ricken

Sooo, 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.

Ricken

...When did my life get so weird?

[spoiler=B Support]Brady

Sorry about last time, old-timer.

Ricken

What, the tea? That's not something you need 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'

Ricken

...I'm sorry?

Brady

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

Ricken

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.

Ricken

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-

Ricken

Brady, wait.

Brady

What?!

Ricken

As long as you're here, let's just 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.

Ricken

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

[spoiler=A Support]Brady

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

Ricken

Heh heh...

Brady

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

Ricken

I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady.

I'll admit, I was kind of shocked when I first saw you. You seemed pretty 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.

Ricken

What, you mean the Brady of this era?

Brady

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

Ricken

......

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.

Ricken

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.

Ricken

Of course! I could never forget you.

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 voilin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Ricken

Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die no, can he?

So I posted about this before, but I'm not sure what to do with the supports that I've finished in my game. I think I've got about 15 full supports that aren't posted yet, but they're already claimed by other people. Should I just leave it alone and let them post them when they get around to it, or should I do something? Because I've got them done and could have them typed up really quick. Either way, enjoy another generic parent x child support!

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Should have put this up yesterday, if not for my second guessing nature.

[spoiler=Miriel X Cherche]

[spoiler=C]

Cherche: That's your claws trimmed. Now spread your wings so I can wash underneath...

That's it. Good girl, Minerva!

Miriel: ...?

Cherche: Oh, hello, Miriel.

How long have you been standing there staring at Minerva?

You seem utterly entranced. Do you like wyverns?

Miriel: No. Not at all.

Cherche: Oh, all right... You don't have to be so blunt about it, you know.

Miriel: ...My apologies.

I was absorbed in my observations and forgot others desire a modicum of tact.

That wyvern you have there appears to comprehend human speech.

Cherche: She's a very smart girl.

Miriel: I've read reports which claimed that ancient dragons possess the power of language.

However. I'd not heard that living wyverns were capable of such feats.

Cherche: Well, sounds like you've stumbled upon the discovery of the century, then!

Miriel: Perhaps. Although it will still need to be peer-reviewed before publication.

Will you allow me to continue observing the creature and further expand my thesis?

Cherche: Sure, we wouldn't mind that. Would we, Minerva?

......

She says that would be fine. ...She also likes your hat.

Miriel: Fascinating

[spoiler=B]

Miriel: Now, Minerva. What's this?

Cherche: ...She says it's an apple. Did I tell you she loves apples?

Her favorite snacks are live goats, but apples run a close second.

Miriel: I see. Tell me, Minerva, how old are you now?

Cherche:...She says she just turned 20.

Miriel: Interesting.

Cherche: So, what do you say, Miriel? Ready to go public with the discovery of the century?

Miriel: No. I'm afraid I will have to rewrite my entire thesis based on new information.

Cherche: Oh? How so?

Miriel: It is clear the subject, Minerva, does in fact respond to human language.

However, there is no causational evidence that she understands the words themselves.

It is also evident that you and the beast share a special and unique bond.

Most-like this connection enables a mutual grasp of thoughts, emotions, and intent.

In conclusion, there is but one rational explanation for Minerva's apparent skill.

The answer lies with you, rather than the wyvern.

Cherche: With...me?

Miriel: You are the only person able to engage in this direct communication.

Other humans can no more talk to Minerva than to a lizard or squirrel.

Rather than a talking wyvern, I believe I've discovered a human that speaks wyvern.

Cherche: That's not so special. Many humans say they can communicate with their pets.

Miriel: Hmm... I'd not considered it in such a light. Clearly more investigation is warranted.

[spoiler=A]

Miriel: Hmm. It appears that Cherche is absent today. *Minerva's cry sounds*

Two decibels louder and you would have caused permanent hearing loss, Minerva.

I assume you are expressing displeasure caused from hunger, yes?

I have an apple here in my sleeve. Would you like it?

......

......

Could you please release my arm from your jaws before it is torn off?

Cherche: Minerva, stop that! Let go of her arm!

Oh, I'm SO sorry, Miriel! Are you alright?

Miriel: I am fine. Clearly she meant no injury, elsewise I would be less the arm.

Cherche: Hee hee...

Miriel: I fail to see the humor in the situation.

Were I a barrister, I could take you for all that you were worth.

Cherche: I'm sorry. I was just thinking how nice it is that you two have become friends.

Miriel: Friends? Do you think so?

Cherche: How did you know she was hungry otherwise?

Miriel: It was a logical assumption. ...Wait. No, it was not.

Fascinating. Perhaps I am acquiring your knowledge of wyvernspeak?

Cherche: Nope. It just means that when you get to know a wyvern, you start to understand her.

Miriel: I'd not considered that such a thing might be possible for the layperson.

Cherche: Apparently so.

Miriel: How utterly fascinating!

I must now expand my investigation to include myself as a subject.

That is, if you will allow me to continue to interact with Minerva?

In fact, I hope you will be my partner in what is becoming a fruitful field of inquiry!

Cherche: Well, it's not just up to me.

Miriel: Ah, of course. ...Minerva, will you continue to help in my research? *Minerva's cry sounds*

......

I believe that was affirmative.

Cherche: It certainly was!

I just have to finish leveling up Cherche and Libra before I go get Gerome and start working on both of his supports with his parents^^

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And I present Chrom and Inigo as father and son. Interesting to see that Inigo had a small change of line in one part. Such a silly oyako.

[spoiler=Inigo x Chrom (Parent)][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?!

Chrom: 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!

Chrom: ......

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

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

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

Chrom: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully 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!

Chrom: Oh, is that the case?

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

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

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

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

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

Chrom: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling very tired... I'm going 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...

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

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just...though I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of the battlefield!

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

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

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

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

Chrom: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!

Inigo: ...Father?

Chrom: 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!

Chrom: Wh-what?

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

Chrom: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend 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 that 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!

Chrom: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well, sorry to tell you, but that's not all 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.

Chrom: Inigo, listen...

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

Chrom: ...... I... I had no idea...

[spoiler="A Support] Chrom: Inigo. I wanted to speak with you.

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

Chrom: That's good, Son.

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

Chrom: 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 you.

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

Chrom: Still...

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

Chrom: Huh?

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

Chrom: 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?

Chrom: ...That was 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.

Chrom: 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 hat. Whenever a girl turns me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Chrom: 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 a part of the act.

Chrom: 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 knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Chrom: 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.

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

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Time for the Lucius Expy Libra and Dying Race Bunny Girl Panne Supports!

[spoiler=Libra x Panne]

[spoiler=C Support]

Libra: Might I beg a moment of your time?

Panne: You get a moment. State your business, priest.

Libra: I wanted to thank you.

Panne: You owe me nothing.

Libra: But I do. You saved Lady Emmeryn from assassination. As an Ylissean citizen and a man of the cloth, I owe you my gratitude.

Panne: I saved no one. Emmeryn only lived long enough to fall into the next snare.

Libra: …... You were there, then. When she... Ah, I fear we both witnessed it.

Panne: …...

Libra: I see that what happened to her pains you even now. I, too, still grieve. I cannot help but feel that I failed her somehow.

Panne: What, then? You would have the two of us sit around licking each other's wounds?

Libra: No, I merely thought to–

Panne: You are human. I am taguel. Linger near me and you'll be viewed with suspicion by your kind.

Libra: You're worried for my reputation? That's very gallant.

Panne: Watch your words, man-spawn, lest you get yourself hurt.

Libra: My apologies...

[spoiler=B Support]

Libra: Hello, Panne.

Panne: What now, priest?

Libra: I apologize for disturbing you, but there's something I need to ask. Why did you come to the exalt's aid?

Panne: Can you not believe a taguel would help a human?

Libra: Apologies. That isn't what I meant. Had you even met her before?

Panne: No. The night of the assassination attempt was the first I saw her. I knew neither her face nor her name. All I knew is she was descended from the first exalt.

Libra: Your debt was to a man who died over a thousand years ago?

Panne: It is the debt of all the taguel. We are told the story as kits. In his time, the taguel were slaves to humans. Kept as labor – or even pets – we were treated worse than livestock. The slightest resistance would earn a swift execution, to serve as an example.

Libra: I've never heard of such cruelty.

Panne: Humans are quick to forget history. ...Or rewrite it. But the first exalt had the strength and courage to end the horror. He stood up for the taguel, though it earned him the ire of his fellow humans. "We are all the same,"he said. "Equal beings. No difference separates human and taguel."

Libra: ……

Panne: It was a platitude then, as now.But in that platitude, my kind found salvation. Liberation and equality took time, but in those words we found dignity. And so we teach our young of the debt we owe him. Should any exalt ever need our aid, we will give it regardless of the cost.

Libra: I see.

Panne: Despite our history, I never hated mankind. The exalt proved your race's worth. Until man-spawn slaughtered my people and put my warren to ruin, that is.

Libra: Panne, I haven't the words to tell you–

Panne: I've spoken all of mine as well, and wasted both of our time.

Libra: Not at all! You've allowed me to better understand who you are, Panne. And convinced me you are someone I would dearly love to know still better. I thank you for sharing your story with me.

Panne: Hmph.

[spoiler=A Support]

Libra: Panne, I just had a word with Chrom. I hear you were involved in an altercation with some of the other soldiers?

Panne: I don't see how that's your concern.

Libra: Isn't it, though? The next time you find yourself in a situation like this, please, let me know. You needn't sully your hands for my sake. I can express my own displeasure.

Panne: ...You heard, then?

Libra: Indeed. A little bird told me the cause of your scuffle. Apparently you intervened when someone began telling off-color jokes about me?

Panne: Hmph. Perhaps I was just in the mood to hit someone that day.

Libra: You always insist on hiding your kindness and denying your compassion. I would dearly love to see you embrace these traits more openly.

Panne: I didn't ask your opinion. ……Speaking with you made me feel better. And hearing those soldiers angered me. That is all. Now we're even.

Libra: You amaze me, Panne. The light within you shines so brilliantly. Never losing its purity of character or allowing the world to dim its luster... I thank the gods and the exalt for granting me the chance to bask within its glow.

Panne: You're mad. And a terrible flatterer.

Libra: Apologies. Have I embarrassed you?

Panne: ...Hmph.

[spoiler=S Support]

Libra: Panne. There is a matter of import that I would discuss with you. Might I–

Panne: Speak your business.

Libra: Very well. I would like to ask only that you listen and give me a fair chance. ...And that you accept this ring.

Panne: … …

Libra: … …

Panne: … …

Libra: Er, Panne? I thank you for accepting the ring, but, um... Have you nothing to say?

Panne: You asked me to listen.

Libra: Of all the times to start doing as you're asked...

Panne: Come again?

Libra: N-never mind. I retract my prior request for listening. Please, speak your mind. Be frank.

Panne: I feel like leaping across a mountain range.

Libra: ...Is it safe to assume that means you're happy?

Panne: That's not it. Something greater. I suspect this is... bliss.

Libra: Well, I'm blissful to hear it! And relieved...

Panne: What made you think to give me this?

Libra: Greed, I fear. I succumbed to my baser inclinations. When presented with your brilliant light, I knew I had to have it all to myself.

Panne: That's quite the desire, to have driven a man of the cloth to fall from grace. Perhaps I should be the one thanking your gods and your exalt.

Libra: Mostly I feel like thanking you, Panne.

Panne: Hah. You've done pretty well,yourself.

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Got permission to do VirionxPanne.

VirionxPanne (CBAS)

C

Panne: There is rain, but the sun shines still. …Strange.

Virion: It's called a sun shower, my deal lady. Quite beautiful, in its own way.

Panne: That was not a question, man-spawn. And do not speak to me without cause.

Virion: And here I thought that was a natural entrée into civilized conversation. Ah, well. I've met many a lovely lady who built up high walls around her….And I've surmounted them all.

Panne: Perhaps I will stuff and mount you in my warren! If it your aim to provoke me. I accept. Let us fight and be done with it. Choose your weapon!

Virion: A duel? How romantic! Then my weapon, sweet lady, shall be words. I am a far better poet than I am a warrior anyways.

Panne: As you wish.

Virion: Your graciousness, my dear, is without peer. Now by all means, after you.

Panne: I know of you, you lecherous worm. Your transgressions are legend. You turned tail and left vassals to die so that you might pursue mates! The very sight of you causes bile to rise in my throat. I curse your name!

Virion: …Perhaps I ought to have picked daggers after all.

Panne: I have spoken. Take your turn, poet.

Virion: Alas, I fear I know no words with which to injure a lady. And so, Iadmit defeat and bid you farewell.

Panne: Hmph. Weakling…

B

Panne: …You.

Virion: Mmm? My, my. I hadn't thought to see YOU start a conversation with ME. Perhaps this time we'll have a hailstorm.

Panne: You said you were no warrior. But in the last battle,you matched me trophy for trophy. You speak lies.

Virion: I said only that words were my forte, sweet lady. I never said I couldn't fight. Though I would never claim to be any sort of true warrior. Not after failing to protect the ones I cared for.

Panne: Why did you run, man-spawn? Why did you abandon your warren? You had a duty to your fellows.

Virion: I planned to offer myself up in exchange for the safety of my people. ...My men balked. They chose to fight and die rather than hand me over. Not only did I fail to ransom their safety, I was also the reason they kept on fighting.

Panne: So you showed your belly and ran to remove any reason for resistance?

Virion: That was my thinking, yes. I don't expect my people share that view. To them, I am as you say—a craven. All the sweet words in all the worlds can offer no defense to that claim.

Panne: …I withdraw my words from earlier. You are no craven. You know how it feels to lose kin and kind. In that, we are the same.

Virion: We are most certainly not!

Panne: I do not understand.

Virion: My people yet live and wait for me. It is my duty—and my dream—to save them. But you had even that stolen from you. I would not think to claim our losses as equal.

Panne: Hmph. Is that pity, man-spawn?

Virion: Mere pity would be an insult to a wound so deep as yours, milady. I can but pray that your heart does not succumb to the scars that cover it.

Panne: Your prayers mean nothing, but I accept your words.

A

Panne: ……

Virion: And what do you see in the moon's reflection this evening, dear lady?

Panne: What do you want, poet?

Virion: I hear taguel hold that souls of the departed return to the moon.

Panne: You hear true. That is why taguel do not look directly upon her holy face.

Virion: Fascinating. But to your question, I was wondering if you might assist me with…this.

Panne: That smell… Blackberry wine?

Virion: Indeed! And now, I propose a toast to the moon. What do you say?

Panne: I am surprised to find a human who understands such tastes.

Virion: Oh, we man-spawn are full of surprises. So you'll join me, then?

Panne: All right. …So. What will you do when the fighting has ended?

Virion: Return to my own war, naturally. My people are still suffering.

Panne: Ah, yes. Your…dream, was it? Perhaps I will help you make this dream into reality.

Virion: Th-that's very… Thank you, my lady. …Heh.

Panne: Why do you giggle? It is revolting!

Virion: Revolting? I've been accused of many things, milady,but never that! I am simply happy at the prospect of sparing my people further suffering. And, I must say, pleasantly surprised to hear an offer of assistance from you. Perhaps is stronger than I know, mmm?

Panne: Or the wine is.

Virion: Then let us drink another toast to the peace yet to come.

S

Virion: Ah, my sweet Panne.

Panne: …Yes?

Virion: I have something for you, if you would be so good as to accept.

Panne: A bit early for wine, no? Perhaps we should… This is a ring. Explain yourself!

Virion: I would swear an oath of eternal love to you, milady.

Panne: You are drunk.

Virion: Aye, lady! Drunk on your beauteous… No. This is no time for idle flattery. Your offer to help me see my dream realized was generous beyond measure. But my dreams aren't yours. I want you to have a dream of your own. A gleam of hope to guide you.

Panne: And you think you can offer that?

Virion: I will do so or die trying.

Panne: Your death cannot possibly help me to… Huh? What's this? Another sun shower?

Virion: Amazing! The very skies above urge us on!

Panne: Only you would see rain as a good omen.

Virion: But it is, my sweet! 'Twas this very rain which presided over our first meeting. Our love has moved the heavens. The moon herself weeps for joy.

Panne: You are mad. …But it is amusing. Very well poet. Iaccept your ring.

Virion: I shall never fail you, my love. I swear it by the moon and rain.

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Should have put this up yesterday, if not for my second guessing nature.

[spoiler=Miriel X Cherche]

[spoiler=C]

Cherche: That's your claws trimmed. Now spread your wings so I can wash underneath...

That's it. Good girl, Minerva!

Miriel: ...?

Cherche: Oh, hello, Miriel.

How long have you been standing there staring at Minerva?

You seem utterly entranced. Do you like wyverns?

Miriel: No. Not at all.

Cherche: Oh, all right... You don't have to be so blunt about it, you know.

Miriel: ...My apologies.

I was absorbed in my observations and forgot others desire a modicum of tact.

That wyvern you have there appears to comprehend human speech.

Cherche: She's a very smart girl.

Miriel: I've read reports which claimed that ancient dragons possess the power of language.

However. I'd not heard that living wyverns were capable of such feats.

Cherche: Well, sounds like you've stumbled upon the discovery of the century, then!

Miriel: Perhaps. Although it will still need to be peer-reviewed before publication.

Will you allow me to continue observing the creature and further expand my thesis?

Cherche: Sure, we wouldn't mind that. Would we, Minerva?

......

She says that would be fine. ...She also likes your hat.

Miriel: Fascinating

[spoiler=B]

Miriel: Now, Minerva. What's this?

Cherche: ...She says it's an apple. Did I tell you she loves apples?

Her favorite snacks are live goats, but apples run a close second.

Miriel: I see. Tell me, Minerva, how old are you now?

Cherche:...She says she just turned 20.

Miriel: Interesting.

Cherche: So, what do you say, Miriel? Ready to go public with the discovery of the century?

Miriel: No. I'm afraid I will have to rewrite my entire thesis based on new information.

Cherche: Oh? How so?

Miriel: It is clear the subject, Minerva, does in fact respond to human language.

However, there is no causational evidence that she understands the words themselves.

It is also evident that you and the beast share a special and unique bond.

Most-like this connection enables a mutual grasp of thoughts, emotions, and intent.

In conclusion, there is but one rational explanation for Minerva's apparent skill.

The answer lies with you, rather than the wyvern.

Cherche: With...me?

Miriel: You are the only person able to engage in this direct communication.

Other humans can no more talk to Minerva than to a lizard or squirrel.

Rather than a talking wyvern, I believe I've discovered a human that speaks wyvern.

Cherche: That's not so special. Many humans say they can communicate with their pets.

Miriel: Hmm... I'd not considered it in such a light. Clearly more investigation is warranted.

[spoiler=A]

Miriel: Hmm. It appears that Cherche is absent today. *Minerva's cry sounds*

Two decibels louder and you would have caused permanent hearing loss, Minerva.

I assume you are expressing displeasure caused from hunger, yes?

I have an apple here in my sleeve. Would you like it?

......

......

Could you please release my arm from your jaws before it is torn off?

Cherche: Minerva, stop that! Let go of her arm!

Oh, I'm SO sorry, Miriel! Are you alright?

Miriel: I am fine. Clearly she meant no injury, elsewise I would be less the arm.

Cherche: Hee hee...

Miriel: I fail to see the humor in the situation.

Were I a barrister, I could take you for all that you were worth.

Cherche: I'm sorry. I was just thinking how nice it is that you two have become friends.

Miriel: Friends? Do you think so?

Cherche: How did you know she was hungry otherwise?

Miriel: It was a logical assumption. ...Wait. No, it was not.

Fascinating. Perhaps I am acquiring your knowledge of wyvernspeak?

Cherche: Nope. It just means that when you get to know a wyvern, you start to understand her.

Miriel: I'd not considered that such a thing might be possible for the layperson.

Cherche: Apparently so.

Miriel: How utterly fascinating!

I must now expand my investigation to include myself as a subject.

That is, if you will allow me to continue to interact with Minerva?

In fact, I hope you will be my partner in what is becoming a fruitful field of inquiry!

Cherche: Well, it's not just up to me.

Miriel: Ah, of course. ...Minerva, will you continue to help in my research? *Minerva's cry sounds*

......

I believe that was affirmative.

Cherche: It certainly was!

I just have to finish leveling up Cherche and Libra before I go get Gerome and start working on both of his supports with his parents^^

Oh~ I liked this support.

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I just sped through the game on my friend's 3DS and unlocked this support. If it was already posted by someone else, I apologize for wasting the space. Here's Brady and Avatar (Female).

[spoiler=C]Brady

*Pant, pant, wheeze* Need...air...

HAAA...ngh... *sputter, pant* D-dammit...

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Brady, what's the matter?

Brady

Ain't *pant* n-nothin' *pant*

matter *wheeze*...

Avatar

I thought you were out training

with the rest of the troops?

Brady

Well duh, that's EXACTLY *cough* what

I was doin'. So get off my back!

Avatar

You overdid it, didn't you?

Brady

Sh-shut yer yapper!

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Do you need a glass of water?

Or maybe a damp towel would help?

Brady

N-no... I'm perfectly... *cough* fine.

Dammit...gotta get back there...rest of

'em...learnin' stuff...gettin' ahead'a me...

Gotta...train...more... *sniff*...

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Er, Brady. Are you crying?

Brady

I SAID shut yer *sniff* yapper.

I NEVER cry, yeah?!

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I think you're being much too hard on

yourself here, Brady.

You have to understand, you're already

an important part of this army.

Look, here's a handkerchief.

Why don't you blow your nose?

Brady

That isn't snot, it's tears! I don't need

ya wipin' my nose like a sap, see?

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But you never cry, yeah?

Brady

You ain't nearly as nice as

everyone says you is.

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I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't tease.

But seriously, Brady. Are you really

so desperate to get stronger?

Brady

Well, yeah. Of course I am.

It's pretty much all I care about.

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Then let me help you.

Brady

What, I'm supposed to just have you drill

me? Teach me to fight better? You?

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Basically, yes.

Brady

Yeah, well...I suppose that's...fine.

Do what ya gotta do.

Avatar

Then it's settled!

Excellent...

[spoiler=B]Avatar

Well, Brady. Ready to begin training?

It's time we toughened you up.

Brady

Yeah, I guess. Where do we start?

Avatar

First thing we need to do is work on

your habits off the battlefield.

Brady

Huh? What's that got to do with

fightin' and gettin' strong?

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It has everything to do with it, actually.

Your problem is a lack of stamina.

We need to make sure the basics are

covered before we get into combat.

Brady

Sounds like a buncha malarkey if ya

ask me, but whatever.

Avatar

Now, folks tell me that you're rather

picky when it comes to food...

Brady

Yeah, I guess. Ain't everyone?

Avatar

If you want to get stronger, you can't

just eat the things you like.

You need a balanced diet, with a full

spectrum of nutrients and vitamins.

Brady

What, ya mean like equal

parts beef AND pork...?

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No, I mean meat, grains, fruits and veggies,

and dairy. Oh, and no more late nights.

A dissolute lifestyle leads to all kinds

of health problems.

Brady

Fine, fine. So if I eat right and go to

bed early, that'll make me strong?

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It won't happen overnight, but little by

little, you'll find your stamina improving.

Brady

Gettin' good at fightin' sure has a lot less

fightin' than I thought. A bit borin', ain't it?

Avatar

If you don't want to hear my advice,

I so have other things I could be doing...

Brady

Oh, no, no! I ain't complainin'!

I'll stick to yer program like glue.

[spoiler=A]Avatar

Good, you're here.

Let's get started, shall we?

First, I have something for you.

Brady

What is it? A weight machine? A new

practice sword? A fencin' dummy?

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It's a bowl of my secret soup!

Brady

What the hey does soup have to do

with buildin' my cannons?

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It's a key part of the program.

Now eat the whole bowl, please.

Brady

Soup ain't gonna do nothin' for nobody!

...Unless you put secret stuff in here, yeah?

Avatar

Only if you consider carrots, turnips, leeks,

and pig trotters "secret stuff."

Brady

Just regular soup, huh? All right.

Down the hatch, I guess... *slurp*

EEEEEEEEW! What in blazes?!

This tastes horrible!

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Oh, it's not that bad. ...There must be

some reason you're still eating it, right?

Brady

*Slurp* It's kinda...addictive...even

though... *slurp* ...it ain't tastin' better.

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You know why? Because it's full of

nutrients that your body's been craving.

Brady

*Slurp* Yeah?

Avatar

That's right. I analyzed your likes and

dislikes to customize the recipe for you.

It wasn't easy, either. I was up half the

night working on it.

Brady

Well, ain't you a peach? *sluuuuuurp*

Avatar

My pleasure. If you want results,

sometimes you just have to work hard.

All I ask in return is that you finish all

of it...and there we are. All done!

Brady

Oh, yeah. I couldn't stop eating it...

Avatar

Well, Brady, I'm impressed.

I'll make another batch right away.

We'll fix your nutritional problems yet!

Brady

Heck, if eatin' that stuff will make

me strong, I'll take a whole barrel!

[spoiler=S]Avatar

I brought you more of

my special soup, Brady.

Brady

Oh. Er, sure. All right.

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What's the matter?

You seem a bit...off.

Are you finally growing tired

of the soup?

Brady

Naw, it ain't like that.

I'm stronger than ever thanks to your

daily doses of veggie goodness.

...I just got somethin' what needs

sayin' to you, yeah?

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Sounds serious.

Brady

It is. Life-'n'-death serious.

See, I've come a long way this

last little while, yeah?

And it's all 'cause you been

workin' so hard on my behalf.

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Whatever you've accomplished is due to

your own hard work, Brady.

And what's more, you haven't been making

a big show of how much you've learned.

You just put your nose to the grindstone

and got on with it.

I've been very impressed, to be honest.

Brady

Aw, Avatar...

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So what's wrong, Brady? What is this

life-and-death matter you want to discuss?

Brady

Guess I should just stop beating 'round the

bush and just let fly, yeah?

I wanna drink yer soup every day

for the rest of my life!

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I...I'm not sure I understand...

Do you want the recipe?

Brady

It kinda struck me a few days ago,

but I figured ya didn't feel the same.

So I decided to just bite my tongue and

play the cool cat, yeah?

But when ya stand there and praise me

like that, it kinda gives me hope again.

I loves ya, Avatar!

I'm crazy about ya!

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Oh, Brady...

Brady

I want us to be together all the time,

from now until we're old and busted!

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Well this is a surprise...

But such a happy one!

It would be my great honor, Brady.

I'll always be here to support you.

Brady

Aw, that's swell! But ya won't have

to help me forever, ya know?

One day, I'm gonna get so strong

that I'll be lookin' after YOU!

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Well, in the meantime, soup's on!

Brady

Now that's what I like to hear!

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[spoiler=Morgan(F) x Laurent (2nd Gen. Romantic][spoiler=C Support]Morgan: heh heh. Sorry, Laurent.

Laurent: I'm still just flabbergasted! What made you think it would be fun to build a tower of stacked tomes? You nearly crushed your father when they came crashing down!

Morgan: Hey, I said I was sorry. And besides, it was super fun stacking them up. You should try it sometime!

Laurent: I'll pass, thank you.

Morgan: Aww, come on. Live a little!

Laurent: No. Honestly, must you always be like this? Do you think it appropriate to flit about all day playing games and making trouble? We fight for the fate of the world, Morgan. You would do well to remember that.

Morgan: No, I remember. And I'm totally serious! Here, look into my eyes... See that? See it? These are the eyes of a totally serious woman.

Laurent: ......

Morgan: These are the eyes of someone fighting to save the world from ruin. These are... SERIOUS EYES! Rrrrrrrr! Not...gonna...blink...

Laurent: The only thing serious is your commitment to chicanery! You ought to learn from your father's example.

Morgan: If I did, would you play a round of tome stackers with me?

Laurent: I have quite enough nonsense in my life already. Good day!

Morgan: H-hey, wait! Laurent! Don't be like that!

[spoiler=B Support]Laurent: Morgan will drive me to madness or an early grave. Of this there's little doubt. We are in the throes of a battle for human survival, and she wants to play games! Does the woman honestly not grasp the severity of our plight?

Morgan: Five hundred...tweeeeeeenty...THREE!

Laurent: Hmm? What's this, then?

Morgan: Five hundred...tweeeeeeeenty...FOUR!

Laurent: Morgan?

Morgan: Phew! ...Oh! Hi, Laurent! What brings you out here?

Laurent: I was simply passing by and... What are you doing?

Morgan: Sit-ups, silly! Isn't it obvious? Even as a future tactician of legend, I need to hold my own on the battlefield!

Laurent: And you always do five hundred repititions?

Morgan: Six hundred, actually. But who's counting? A well-toned body is a wellspring of confidence in the heat of battle! With abs like these, victory is ab-solutely assured! Who needs memories when your stomach is a tempered twelve-pack of solid steel? ... And so on. Anyway, I don't get playtime until I've done my daily training regimen.

Laurent: ... It seems I haven't been giving you due credit.

Morgan: Credit for what?

Laurent: Your diligence. This shows and admirable commitment to winning this war. I fear I may have been a foll telling you to take a lesson from your father. I could stand to model myself after you!

Morgan: Aw, it's fine! Water under the bridge. Although... If you really wanted to make it u[p to me, you'd play a round of tome stackers!

Laurent: ... I see I was hasty in commending you. Absolutely not.

Morgan: ... Next time, then?

Laurent: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

[spoiler=A Support]Laurent: *Sigh* It's anyone's guess which is the real her. Hmm...

Morgan: Everything all right, Laurent? You've been staring off into space and mumbling.

Laurent: Oh, er... Salutations.

Morgan: Something on your mind? If anything's troubling you, I'm happy to lend an ear. We can talk it over while stacking up some big ol' tomes!

Laurent: Any troubles I have now are a direct result of you.

Morgan: What? How do you mean?

Laurent: I am ill-equipped to figure you out. One Morgan is a grinning fool, always thinking up bizarre games and pranks. But the other is a commendably diligent warrior, rigorous and eager in her training! Which is the truth, though? Which is the real Morgan?!

Morgan: Oh. Is that what's bothering you, you big dummy?

Laurent: YOU would accuse ME of lacking in intelligence?!

Morgan: Ah ha ha, sorry! No, I didn't mean that. I just meant you're overthinking it. They're both the real me!

Laurent: Both? What manner of trickery is this?

Morgan: Look, it's true that I want to have fun and I like fooling around. But I also want to be a great tactician like my father, and I'll work to make it happen. There's no rule that says I can't be both! ... Er, there isn't, right?

Laurent: Well no, I suppose not... I'd simply like to know for certain whether you're a serious person or a reprobate.

Morgan: Hmm... Prrrobably serious? ... Ish?

Laurent: When you can't even offer a serious answer to the question, I have my doubts.

Morgan: Aw, don't be such a sourpuss! Can't a girl tease her friend a little?

Laurent: I had not thought of us in those terms before. We are more brother-and-sister-in-arms, our bond forged in the heat of battle!

Morgan: Nice! That sounds way more poetic than saying we're just chums!

........

Now what do you say we deepen that bond with a brisk game of tome stackers?!

Laurent: No.

Morgan: Awww, come ON!

[spoiler=S Support]Morgan: Laurent, can I talk to you?

Laurent: You never seemed to require my permission before.

Morgan: Yeah, but I've never told you I'm in love with you before. So I though--

Laurent: Pardon me?!

Morgan: Well, yeah! I want us to be together forever, Laurent.

Laurent: Is this some new game of yours? Some mad new jape? I refuse to be a party to this foolishness!

Morgan: What? No! I'm serious!

Laurent: Are you...?

Morgan: Laurent! I may like to play around, but I would never joke about stuff like this! Remember before when you described us as brother-and-sister-in-arms? Well, I thought about it, and it ended up totally bumming me out. I don't want to just be your sister!

Laurent: Morgan... I...

Morgan: Anyway, I... I just had to tell you, is all. But I know it's pretty stupid. I mean, you'd never be interested in a silly girl like me, right?

Laurent: .......

In truth, I would be thrilled.

Morgan: Say wha---?!

Laurent: .... But I fear I'm not ready after my show of self-important buffoonery in censuring you. I have too much maturing to do before I can entertain a romantic liaison.

Morgan: You've got it backward! Love makes a person grow! It makes you stronger! Come on, Laurent. Why do you think I started that crazy training regimen? Gah, I can't believe I'm telling you this...

Laurent: So when I saw you honing your body, that was for my sake?

Morgan: ... Yes. I thought if I toughened up, you'd be proud of me and see that I really was serious. Before that, I wasn't putting half as much into training as I do now.

Laurent: ... I see. It's true that your efforts of late have been positively astounding. If that is the result of amorous intent, then perhaps I needn't bridle my feelings either.

Morgan: Okay, so... translation, please?

Laurent: I'm quite smitten with you as well.

Morgan: Oh, Laurent! You really mean that?

Laurent: Absolutely.

Morgan: Yay! This is going to be the best! We'll push each other to improve until we've saved the world, the future, and everyone!

Laurent: If being with you grants me even half of that energy and blind confidence, I'll be happy. ... But I herby forbid all future mention of tome stackers!

Morgan: Oh? But why?

Laurent: When I looked through your collapsed pile, I saw manuscripts of mine and my mother's! It makes me half-mad with worry to think I might have lost all that knowledge!

Morgan: *Sigh* Well, I suppose I could always start stacking your alchemy flasks instead...

[spoiler=Morgan(F) x Kjelle (Siblings][spoiler=C Support]Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

(Enter Kjelle)

Kjelle: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though...

Kjelle: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Kjelle?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?

Kjelle: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing some new magic incantations or something?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine...

Kjelle: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my sister hasn't really clicked.

Kjelle: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!

Kjelle: I don't know many selfless people who go around advertising the fact... In any case, I'm happy to try and help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times--now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!

[spoiler=B Support]Kjelle: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay ear...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn...nngh...

Kjelle: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Kjelle! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired... Oh right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Kjelle: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Kjelle: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you fool! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Kjelle: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Kjelle.

Kjelle: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Kjelle: You... really think so?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Kjelle!

Kjelle: ......

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Kjelle: Good night, Morgan...

[spoiler=A Support]Kjelle: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town, Morgan. Would you like to come along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Kjelle: I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Kjelle: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.

Morgan: That...makes no sense.

Kjelle: I'll be honest--it does hurt to know you've forgotten me... But maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Kjelle: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. .... I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save...

Morgan: ......

I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Kjelle...

Kjelle: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it unconsciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not be necessarily a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed in with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Kjelle: Well, if you're sure, then I am happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Gerome, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Kjelle: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your sister! We're family--memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Kjelle, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Kjelle: Then start by coming with me to town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.

Kjelle: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Sis!

[spoiler=Avatar(M) x Kjelle (Parent & Child][spoiler=C Support]Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Robin: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're as pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Robin: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine...Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--

Robin: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Robin: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten...s-stay away...Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Robin: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Robin: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ... I thought it turned out so well.

Robin: N-no, it's not...that...I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious...I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarassing!

Robin: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

[spoiler=B Support]Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAAH!

Robin: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting

Robin: Oh, so... You're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after the last time?! You saw that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Robin: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect--I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.

Kjelle: NO!

Robin: ...I'm sorry?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Robin: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound...Dozens of people, all fa-

Robin: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it!...And thanks.

[spoiler=A Support]Robin: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone'll be eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!

Robin: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Robin: Yeah, I guess we do...

Kjelle: .......

...Heh heh.

Robin: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that, but...it's nice.

Robin: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*

Robin: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't lke to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Robin: Yes, what is it?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Robin: *Slurp* ...Oh gods, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better disnwater...

Robin: Right then! I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

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this has probably already been answered somewhere in this huge thread, but are all the parent-child convos the same? it looks like all the father, lucina/morgan mother and father, and morgan/lucina sibling convos are basically the same, which is kind of disappointing but understandable. are there exceptions?

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