MajorMajora Posted March 10, 2013 Share Posted March 10, 2013 (edited) This is a rather common grammatical mistake. Is it actually in the game? It's a vernacular way of talking. I don't think Kjelle isn't exactly an english major. Edited March 14, 2013 by MajorMajora Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sock Posted March 10, 2013 Share Posted March 10, 2013 ...... More like, it's people saying "should've" but being ignorant and using "of" when typing. I hate it. >.< People should've paid attention is school! PS: This is just a broad complaint, not directed at anyone. Internet! \o/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ace Tactician Posted March 11, 2013 Share Posted March 11, 2013 Fixed the typo in the Kjelle/Morgan support. And finally fixed it without all the mess. That's what I get for staying up so late... Anyways, thanks to Kon for fixing my messed up post earlier^^ And so, to avoid staying up too late again. I'm going to put up one more completed support and head to bed early for some much needed sleep. This time, we have the Cowardly lion-esque Taguel Yarne and his father, Stahl. [spoiler=YarneXStahl(parent-child)] [spoiler=C] Yarne:..... ...... Stahl: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that? Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother. Stahl: Wh-what?! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been faithful to Panne since the day I proposed! Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth... Stahl: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors? Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got to thinking... What would happen if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good enough? Stahl: Huh? Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made the decision. I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr... Stahl: ...Huh. I guess I see your point. Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line! Stahl: Now hold on just one minute! Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you! *Yarne leaves* Stahl: Oh, for god's sake... [spoiler=B] Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father. Stahl: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end. Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about? Stahl: Um...the number of masterful blows I struck against our foes? Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just know it! Stahl: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics and such. Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing. Stahl: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers--men and women both. When you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting with. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again? Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem. Stahl: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I say I would never cheat on your mother! Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you once promised me that you'd return home...but you never did... Stahl: ...Ah. Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive you! *Yarne leaves* Stahl: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise... [spoiler=A] Stahl: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you. Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore. Stahl: That's not why I wanted to see you. I...want to apologize. In the future, I promised to come back to you and...I didn't. I'm sorry. Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time! Stahl: Yes, I understand that. And I also know that you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway. Yarne:...... Stahl: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is want you want, isn't it? Yarne: I...I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again. Stahl: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you. Yarne: I...I don't know what to say. Except...thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise. Stahl: Good! Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a good father?! Stahl: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog while you say it? I'll have the other three up tomorrow! Really! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Click Posted March 11, 2013 Share Posted March 11, 2013 [spoiler=Severa X Gregor] Taken from . Gregor's lines were quite difficult to type out .[spoiler=c]Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy Daughter Day! Gregor: 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! Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor should count blessing! So, then? Where do we go? Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses... Gregor: Har har! Gregor often forget you are at the age where you want pretty things. Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline you're not much older than I am, Daddy! Gregor: Hmm... Is true, is true. Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we are brother and sister. Gregor: Hmm, yes... Kind of odd thought, when you think about it. Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you? Gregor: N-not at all! Darling child is made of utmost adorableness! 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? Gregor: Gregor could never hate you, Severa. And he is sure mother will not mind. You are Gregor's daughter, yes? You can have anything you like! Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy. I love you so much! Gregor: It is returned tenfold! 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! Gregor: ...Oy! Royal houses not have kind of money to shop in way you did. Severa: Daddy, are you listening? Gregor: What? Y-yes, dear, Gregor always listening. Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here the other day! Gregor: Er...no. Sorry, child. Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad at me? Gregor: Please, spare Gregor the eyes of a puppy! No means no. We just bought you plenty. Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS! Gregor: Oy, talk about attitude change... Now, look. Gregor not saying he won't buy you anything ever... Severa: Oooooh, you're not?! Gregor: Gregor just saying you have to earn it! If you help out around camp with daily chores , Gregor treat you to something nice. Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this-- my allowance?! I'm not a child! Gregor: No? Then please do not act like one. This is for your own good, yes? Little hardship in youth makes with the character building! Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you! Gregor: Well, decision is final. Gregor will not continue to just buy whatever daughter like. If you find something you want, you will have to work for it. Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some SERIOUS returns, is that clear?! Gregor: *Sigh* Gregor hope character start building 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! Gregor: Er, Severa? What are you doing? Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping. Gregor: ...And what is huge pile of broken swords behind you? Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and stuff! Sorry I'm not PREFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID! I get it--I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack... Gregor: Gregor thinks you are overreact-- Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse while chopping wood... (me: how?) 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. Gregor: ...... Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it! Gregor: Gregor not disappointed. In fact, he could not be happier daughter 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. Gregor: You're your own woman, Severa. Gregor would never compare to other. You are daughter and treasure, yes? And Gregor knows mother feels same. Severa: Wha--?! Gregor: Gregor will make with the standing behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being disappointment! It make Gregor feel like failure as father. Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I...I didn't... WAAAAAAAAAH... Gregor: Oy, do not cry! You go through much, yes, but everything all right now. Gregor is sorry for saying you need more hardship. He know it has been hard... But he will do all he can to keep daughter from suffering again. And you HAVE been making with the daily chores, yes? So let's give reward! 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! Gregor: Gregor is not going anywhere, child. Is promise. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ace Tactician Posted March 11, 2013 Share Posted March 11, 2013 (edited) All right, here are my other three completed supports. First up we have the Nightwing Gerome and his father, Libra [spoiler=GeromeXLibra(parent-child)] [spoiler=C] Libra: Hello, Gerome. Gerome: What do you want? Libra: Oh, nothing in particular. I just-- Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends. Libra: Apparently not. But what of your family? Gerome: ...... Libra: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there. Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger. Libra: I suppose what you say is true, but you could stand to open your heart a bit more... I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound. Gerome: Then you are a fool. Libra: Oh, gods, labeled a fool by my own child... You should know, Gerome, that I'm only offering this out of a sense of-- Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minevrykins before bedtime. Libra: ...Minervrykins? Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious! *Gerome leaves* Libra: *Sigh* That boy... [spoiler=B] Libra: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervrykins? Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard. Libra: Peace, Gerome. It was an innocent remark and nothing more. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervrykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well. Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that. Libra: Heh heh, You know, you're adorable when you're flustered. Gerome: ...... Libra: All right, all right. No need to glare now. I meant no offense... Gerome: ...Apology accepted. Libra: That's very kind of you. Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche. Gerome: What do you mean? Libra: Mmm? O-oh, nothing... Hey, is that your Minerva over there? Gerome: It is. Libra: Hmm, she seems more intimidating than Cherche's. Scarier, more ferocious... Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that! Libra: Oh? I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself. Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me! *Gerome leaves* Libra: Heh, he is indeed adorable when he's flustered... [spoiler=A] Libra: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see? Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere? Libra: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen you sensitive side, I thought we might-- Gerome: I have no sensitive side. Libra: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I-- Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva? Libra: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there little Minerva. You remember me, don't you? Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish... Libra: What did Minerva say? Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her? Libra: Well...It's an acquired skill. Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm...I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father. Libra: ...Did you just call me Father? Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving! Libra: W-wait! Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time! Gerome: Bah, enough already! And both of Laurent's supports with his mother, Miriel and his father, Gregor. [spoiler=LaurentXMiriel(parent-child)] [spoiler=C] Laurent: Ahh, I see. How very fascinating... This era is so fortunate to have its texts still intact. It is a scholar's dream. And I shall need to read more still if I hope to catch up with Mother. Miriel: ...... Laurent: Mother? What is that bottle you're carrying? ...Is that liquor? Miriel: Indeed. "Breath of Dragons." A Feroxi spirit. Extremely potent. Laurent: But it's not even midday. I would not have taken you for a heavy drinker. Miriel: This sample was not procured to imbibe. It was intended for this... Laurent: F-fire?! Miriel: Mmm, yes. Just as I'd heard. Potations of sufficient strength and purity burn quickly. But why the blue flame? ...Fascinating. This demands further inquiry. Laurent: You never cease to amaze, Mother. You're breaking new ground. Uncovering new truths about the world! I'll never catch up by merely reading about the discoveries of others. Please allow me to join you in your observations. Miriel: Certainly. Between us, we will lay the mechanisms of this phenomenon bare. [spoiler=B] Miriel: Place copper within a flame, and the flame burns green... Truly a fascinating spectacle no matter how many times I observe it. Laurent: And proof that other substances beyond liquor can change a flame's color. Miriel: Precisely. Now, to return to the blue flames of our initial sample. Provided it is of sufficient potency, any spirit will burn with the same hue. Perhaps it is the inebriating power within the liquor that yields the azure tone? Laurent: Pardon, but an observation, Mother: A metal plate melts at different rates when placed over blue and red flames. Is it possible the heat of the flame bears some influence? Miriel: Hmm...Yes, I see. A line of questioning I had not considered. It may be the case, therefore, that liquor combusts at a lower temperature. This merits further investigation. Laurent: Heh heh... Miriel: ...Is something amusing? Laurent: You seem happy, is all. At present, I have yet to muster conclusive evidence that I am your son... But working like this--- being able to assist you-- makes me happy as well. Miriel: True, no unassailable case has been made as to our relation. You may not be my son. But you've more than proven you are my colleague in the pursuit of truth. Laurent: Even without a blood link, we still share a bond between us. That may just be a greater reward than the truths we seek. Miriel: Many a worthy truth was found in the course of pursuing entirely different phenomena. [spoiler=A] Laurent: Mother, might I ask your opinion on a new creation? Miriel: That? A round parcel, tightly bound... What is it? Laurent: A derivative product of the new discoveries you made in colored flames. They made for such a striking sight, I was moved to explore possible applications. I've packed substances that produce flames of green, blue, and yellow inside. If detonated in midair, it should yield a dazzling display of color. Miriel: I cannot imagine such an experiment would elucidate any hidden truths. Laurent: I will admit that it lacks in practical uses... Miriel:...But it would surely illuminate the sky in a breathtaking manner. Laurent: That was the intent, yes. On the next clear night, I thought we might assemble the camp and give it a test. Miriel: Just as critical as the quantity of knowledge one amasses is how one employs it. Your imagination is something that I lack. I greatly envy such dynamism. Laurent, will you permit me to assist you in this experiment? Laurent: I would be honored, Mother! [spoiler=LaurentxGregor(parent-child)] [spoiler=C] Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do try better to secure your belongings in the future. Gregor: Bwa ha ha! Laurent, you sound just like mother. Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother. Gregor: Gregor understand this, but still... You two are peas in pod, yes? Gregor often wonder if you inherit anything from him. Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did. Gregor: Oh? For the example? Laurent: Like...the color of my hair. Gregor: Er, perhaps, yes, but not exactly what Gregor was talking about. Anything more sizable? Do you enjoy bear wrestling and the clinking of coin? Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank. Gregor: Oy, see what Gregor mean? Always with the serious... You should try loosen up a little. Maybe act more like your age. Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I suspect. Gregor: Eh? Older than Lucina? How is this possible? Lucina already born here, but mother and Gregor still not give birth to you. Laurent: I...I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse me. *Laurent leaves* Gregor: Laurent, wait! Gregor still have many questions! [spoiler=B] Gregor: Hello, Laurent. Laurent: Father. How may I help you? Gregor: Gregor has been thinking about how you are older than Lucina... He...does not understand. Very confusing, yes? Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There are...variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years. Gregor: Oy! That much difference between when you and Lucina arrive? Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age. Gregor: You have been living in this era five years, all by lonesome...? Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me... Gregor: Laurent, wait! Why did you not make with the telling of this sad tale before? Being cut off for five years is long time. Must have been very lonely... Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own. *Laurent leaves* Gregor: Laurent... [spoiler=A] Gregor: Laurent. Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before. Gregor: You were, But today is different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo! Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?! Gregor: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile! Laurent: I beg your pardon?! Gregor: Laurent always so bent on being serious, proper grown-up. Gregor worry you put too much pressure on self. Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child! Gregor: Age is not issue here, my boy. Makes no difference if you are older than Lucina or even older than Gregor! You are still child. Gregor's child. ...Gregor's son. Laurent: Er, I... Gregor: And you are not alone anymore, so no more isolating yourself. You have friends and you have Gregor. Honestly, what else does man need? Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was...awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or... Gregor: Laurent... Gregor feels much shame that he was not able to find you earlier. But know this: Gregor will never leave your side again. Not again, I think I finally made this post readable. Edited March 11, 2013 by Ace Tactician Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Iridium Posted March 11, 2013 Share Posted March 11, 2013 ...... More like, it's people saying "should've" but being ignorant and using "of" when typing. I hate it. >.< People should've paid attention is school! PS: This is just a broad complaint, not directed at anyone. Internet! \o/ Using "should of" is the quickest way to get me to irrationately hate someone or something. So I went out and did Kjelle/Morgan for myself last night. I can confirm that she says "should have" in the game. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RedStar Posted March 12, 2013 Share Posted March 12, 2013 (edited) Next one, finally transcribed. What's a better pairing than the tomboy and feminine man. [spoiler=SullyxLibra] [spoiler=c] L:Hoofprints? This far out? Hmm...It seems they continue for some distance. S:Looking for something, Libra? I can help if you want. L:Ah, Sully. You are very kind. And what's more, you've helped already. For it seems you are responsible for the far-ranging hoofprints. S:You mean my HORSE is responsible right? Anyway, sounds like you've got time on your hands. Mind if we talk for a bit? L:I'm afraid I haven't much of interest to say, but I'more than happy to listen. S:With all the newcomers we're taking on, the camp's gotten pretty busy. It's hard to get any privacy, huh? I imagine it must be doubly hard for a woman like you. L:...... I'm a man. S:Oh. Right. ER, yeah. Of course. Well, this is pretty damn awkward. L:Please. It's not an unfamiliar situation for me. Though I must say, your question is somewhat perplexing. Aren't you capable of supplying a woman's perspective yourself.? S:Well, yeah, sure. But...you know. I'm not exactly GIRLY. ...Gods, that came out wrong. ER, look. I'll just ask someone else. Thanks for your time, though! Libra:Of Course. [spoiler=b] S:Do you have a moment, Libra? L: Yes, of course. What is it? S:Look, I'm sorry as hell that- L:Is this about the other day? Please, Sully. You already- S:Er, no. I'm actually apologizing in advance for what I'm about to ask. L:That's...ominous. S:I really hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I wanted to know... How do you feel about looking so...pretty? I mean...lady pretty? L:Oh. That is...not what I was expecting you to ask. But, well... I don't know that I feel much about it one way or the other. There isn't much I can do about the way I look, after all. Yes, being mistaken for a woman can pose some minor difficulties. Especially in bath houses. Or taverns. Or, um, anywhere, actually. But why do you ask? S:Well, see, I'm not exactly the girly type, you know? I ask people to treat me the same as a man, and I don't let anything limit me as a knight. But talking to you the other got me thinking that...I don't know. Maybe it's just time I accepted myself more for who and what I am. L:I fear I make a poor model for this question, Sully. You'd be better served by any number of others in our camp. S:What makes you say that? L:A man of the cloth should be a beacon of hope. A light in the darkness. He ought never let his smile falter, nor forget to treat all with warmth and respect. At the very least, that is the sort of man I aspire to be. S:That's exactly the sort of man you ARE, Libra. L:So you say. And yet, I cannot help but feel I'm merely skilled at playing such a figure. I worry that my entire person is an act. A hollow shell. S:Libra... L:I apologize. It was not my intent to burden you with my idle ramblings. Pray, forget it. [spoiler=a] S:Do you have a dream, Libra? Any grand goal in life? L:Hmm... I suppose it would be to see the world at peace once more. S:Har! I figured you'd say something along those lines. You know, it's okay to want something for yourself once in a while. L:To see happiness in others brings me equal amounts of joy. S:Yeah, I'm sure that's true. But sometimes you still have to think of JUST you. It's like you're actively trying to deny yourself pleasure or happiness. I just wonder why sometimes, is all. L:I wonder why it is you would trouble yourself so over a humble man like me. S:Maybe I'm just a nosy jerk. Ever think of that? Or maybe... WEll, I dunno. I just like you, I guess. L:Oh? S:It's like you and me are kindred spirits in a way. The tomboy to end all tomboys, and the most beautiful man in the land! L:Heh. Opposites though we are, we share quite a bit. I feel a closeness to you as well. S:So what do you say? You and me, partners for the long haul? L:I would be honored. [spoiler=s] L:Might I have a moment? S:Uh, Libra! S-sure! What's up? L:Are you feeling well? You look flustered. S:Oh, I'm fine. I just remembered what I said the other day. I guess I'm kind of embarrassed. To listen to me run my mouth off, you'd think I was professing my love. L:...Then you weren't? S:Of course not! L:Well, it appears to be my turn to feel ashamed. I fear I mistook your words. How vain I must have been to go so far as to procuse this... S:Oh, damn. You got me a ring. L:I am terribly sorry. I was so thrilled to hear we saw one another as kindred spirits, and I just... I'll dispose of this. Please think no more of it. S:W-wait! It'd be a shame to waste it! I mean, it's so... Um... I accept, Libra. L:This is not the sort of item I would have you accept out of pity. For a thing so small, it bears more weight than I would trouble anyone to bear. S:Well, I'm pretty good at lifting heavy stuff. L:But... S:I'm not doing this out of pity, you damn fool! I'm doing it because I like you. ...And I want to live my life with you. L:Then I will give it gladly! Does anyone knows how many supports Libra actually had to say, 'I'm a man'? P.S.: I loved their ending. Libra Fetching Friar Sully Crimson Knight Many an unfortunate child found joy in the small orphanage Libra and his wife built after the war. To this day, the children call Libra "Mother" and Sully "Boss." Edited March 12, 2013 by RedStar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LeThiAnh Posted March 12, 2013 Share Posted March 12, 2013 P.S.: I loved their ending. Libra Fetching Friar Sully Crimson Knight Many an unfortunate child found joy in the small orphanage Libra and his wife built after the war. To this day, the children call Libra "Mother" and Sully "Boss." Pfft! Hahahaha! That ending definitely is frigging awesome! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lumino Posted March 13, 2013 Share Posted March 13, 2013 No question on who wears the pants in that relationship. XD Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ein Posted March 13, 2013 Share Posted March 13, 2013 Sully doesn't wear pants. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Djing Posted March 13, 2013 Share Posted March 13, 2013 (edited) Delete this post wrong thread Edited March 13, 2013 by Spaceman Craig Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Galenforcer Posted March 13, 2013 Share Posted March 13, 2013 Er, I asked Thunderfox about Fred x Cordelia and Kellam x Olivia, but got no response. I have Vaike x Cherche finished, but can't find the guy who's doing it. Should I just post them anyway? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sunwoo Posted March 14, 2013 Share Posted March 14, 2013 I did Libra/Lissa on my current playthrough, so I have their supports. It's claimed, though, so I won't put them up unless the person wants me to do it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tofu_tofu Posted March 15, 2013 Share Posted March 15, 2013 I got permission from Ace Tactician to post the full script for this, so here it is. I'd also like to claim Vaike/Laurent, if that's alright. [spoiler=Owain/Cynthia] [spoiler=C] Owain: Ho! Cynthia! Cynthia: Oh, hi! Did you need something, Owain? Owain: Nothing so grand. I just hadn't seen you for a while. Owain: I miss my Justice Cabal companion! Cynthia: Ha! I remember when we used to play Justice Cabal as kids! Cynthia: Remember how I always played at being Beano the Barbarian Queen? Hee hee! Owain: Ha ha! I never did understand where you got that name! Good times... Owain: So, uh, what're you up to now? Cynthia: That's classified information, mister. Owain: Aw, come on. You can tell me. I'm in the Justice Cabal! Cynthia: Okay, fine. But this is just between us! Cynthia: So I'm trying to plan a dramatic entrance for our next battle. Something...heroic. Owain: Well, if you're going to be a hero, there's only one real option... Owain: Wait until your friends are on the brink of defeat, then show up and smite the enemy! Owain: There's nothing more heroic than a big comeback. Cynthia: That's terrible! I can't do that! Owain: Why not? A hero always shows up at the last minute. It's in the job description. Cynthia: No, it's not! A real hero is there the whole time, tirelessly defending her allies! Owain: Noooo, I'm pretty sure a hero has to show up and save everyone at the very end. Owain: ...Huh. Weird. We always agreed on this kind of stuff before. Cynthia: Maybe that's what happens when you grow up? [spoiler=B] Cynthia: Hey, Owain. Do you remember what we talked about before? Owain: The perfect heroic entrance? Sure! Cynthia: Well, I've been thinking about what you said, and it still feels wrong. Cynthia: You want me to wait and appear at the end, but what if someone needs me? Cynthia: What if they get hurt? Or...worse? Owain: That's the whole point! You come swooping in just before anyone gets hurt! Cynthia: But what if you're too late? Owain: Just don't let it happen. Situational analysis is a basic part of heroism. Cynthia: Mmm, it's still a risk. I think I'd rather just be there from the beginning. Owain: Yeah, but you know what? Even if the worst DOES happen, I'd still be heroic! Owain: I'd slowly walk up to the crumpled body of my comrade... Owain: I'd stoop low and gently brush their bloody and matted hair from their face... Owain: And I'd say... Cynthia: Yes? Yes? Owain: BY THE GODS, I SHALL AVENGE YOU! Owain: And then, clutching their lifeless form tight, I'd burst into flames! Cynthia: You'd what?! Owain: I become death incarnate! Friend and foe alike fall before my rampage! Owain: Driven mad by grief, I am an unstoppable engine of blood rage and destruction! Cynthia: Geez, Owain! Have you gone batty?! Cynthia: And a hero should protect people, not go on crazy rampages! Owain: By the time I regain my senses, it is already too late... Owain: A ravaged land stretches before me, its soil stained red with blood. Owain: I stand in silence, alone, with only the horror of my thoughts for company... Cynthia: Owain? Hey, Owain! Snap out of it! [spoiler=A] Owain: So! You wanna hear how the story ends? Cynthia: You mean the one where you go crazy with grief and kill everyone? Cynthia: I'm not sure I wanna hear how that one ends, honestly... Owain: It's not going crazy! ...It's me entering Avenger Mode. Owain: AAAAAANYWAY... Owain: I continue to be wracked with guilt and rage over my actions! Owain: I fall into Avenger Mode again and again, always regretting it, but powerless to resist. Owain: The stench of blood never leaves my crimson-stained hands. Cynthia: You know, I've been meaning to tell you there's nothing heroic about this story. Owain: But then a heroine appears to stop my tortured onslaught! Owain: It's...Cynthia! Cue the harps and bells! Cynthia: Hey! I want no part of this! Owain: The strong but fair Cynthia will stop at nothing to end my mad reign of terror! Owain: And end it she does, though she pays the ultimate price... Cynthia: Wait--I DIE?! Owain: Your selfless sacrifice teaches me to quell my rage and control Avenger Mode. Owain: With that lesson forever in my heart, I become an inexorable force for justice. Owain: ...And that's the origin of Owain Dark, Avenging Avenger of Justice! Cynthia: Wait a second! Go back to the part where you kill me! Owain: Ah ha ha! Sorry, Cynthia. I got carried away by my own awesomeness! Owain: Man...maybe I should write novels. You know, once the war is over. Cynthia: Just make sure I stay alive long enough to read them, all right? [spoiler=S] Owain: Hey, Cynthia? Cynthia: Hey, Owain. You need something? Owain: Remember when we were talking about what makes a hero? Cynthia: Sure. You become the Dark Justice Avenger or whatever, and I take a dirt nap. Owain: No, not that. I mean when we were talking about making a heroic entrance. Cynthia: Yeah, what about it? Owain: Did you ever come up with anything yourself? Cynthia: I'm going to charge headlong into the fray while shouting something awesome! Cynthia: Like, "Mine is the blade that shall cleave the dark in twain!" Cynthia: Or...you know. Something. Owain: Nice! I'm thinking now I'll do the same! But maybe say something like... Owain: "I am peaceful by nature, but all who threaten my friends will know pain!" Owain: You know. Just to keep with the whole Avenging Avenger angle. Cynthia: Wait, hold on. You'd do the same thing? You'd charge headlong into the fray? Owain: Well, the dialogue is a lot different, but yeah. I'm going to charge in. Cynthia: ...Really? What changed your mind? Owain: I've been thinking about this a lot since you brought it up, you know? Owain: I mean, why did we dream about becoming heroes in the first place? Cynthia: Probably because we heard all the stories about our parents. Owain: Right! And now that I'm here, I have a chance to keep them safe. Owain: I can't do that if I hang back and wait, so I'm going to follow your lead. Owain: ...Heh. It was still fun coming up with that story, though. Cynthia: I know. It reminded me of when we were kids. I miss those days. Owain: Yeah, me too... Owain: Say, Cynthia? You know, maybe we could... Um, if you wanted... I mean... Cynthia: Hmm? Owain: Do you want to get together, Cynthia? Cynthia: Huh? But we're already together! Cynthia: ...... Cynthia: ...Oh. Oh! You mean TOGETHER together! Owain: Well...yeah. I mean, I like you more than anyone I know and... Owain: I think I always have. Cynthia: I don't know, Owain. I never... I never thought about it quite like that. Cynthia: It wouldn't be boring, that's for sure. Owain: So is that a yes? Cynthia: ...Yeah! Let's do it! Cynthia: But one condition: no more sacrificing me in your stories. Got it? Owain: By the mighty axe of Hector, I swear it will be so! Owain: We shall be legends fit to rival even our parents! Cynthia: Legends or no, as long as we're together every step of the way! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PuffPuff Posted March 15, 2013 Share Posted March 15, 2013 (edited) Maribelle+Lissa (C Support) Lissa+Maribelle (C Support) Lissa: This tea is good! Maribelle: *giggle* Isn't it just divine, darling? The leaves are infused with a citrus aroma, so I was certain you'd like it. Lissa: I like citrus? Maribelle: In all the years we've shared tea, you only mention the flavor if it's a citrus bland. How funny that you didn't even know! Lissa: That is funny! And a little embarrassing, I guess...You know me better than I know myself, Maribelle! Maribelle: "Clearly" That's hardly a surprise, darling. I'm your best friend. Lissa: *giggle* Hee hee! I Know! It's so true...Wait a second. I don't know what kind of tea YOU like best! Maribelle: "eeh" Tsk! Such a common flavor. Lissa: Tea with milk? Maribelle: "No" Ugh! Why not just drink from a mud puddle? Lissa:*yawn* This is hard! Maybe if I know more about tea...What other kinds are there? Maribelle: *giggle* Ah, well. I suppose I'll have to take pity and simply tell you. My favorite blend... Lissa: "Right" Is...? Maribelle: "Clearly" Black tea infused with the still warm blood of an adult male grizzly bear. Lissa: *screams* *PFFFFFFFFFFFT!* Maribelle: *screams* Lissa, what is wrong with you? What manner of lady sprews tea?! It is simply not done! Lissa: *eeh* What is wrong with me? What's wrong with you?! Who would drink such a thing?! Maribelle: No one, darling. It was only a jest...Now wipe your mouth, please. Lissa: "What" I actually believed you...All right, What's the real answer, then? What's your favorite tea? Maribelle: "Yes" Why, whichever ones you enjoy, darling. That way I get to appreciate both the beverage and your enjoyment of it! So if you ever find a blend you're especially fond of, just say the word. Lissa: "Ohhh" Um, all right. I will. Thanks. But I still kinda feel like that wasn't a real answer... (Maribelle and Lissa attained Support level C) Here's Maribelle and Lissa's C support. A female+female support. Some barracks. Vaike+Maribelle Vaike: Hey, so what do you dream about doin' one day?Maribelle: I want a big, hairy barbarian!...Ugh, laugh, would you? It's a joke? (Support relationship increased) Stahl+MU Stahl wants good advice from MU. She agrees and they get a support relationship increase. Gregor looks around the room and says... Gregor: Oy! Why is junk lying around? He finds a Seed Of Trust. Chrom looks around the room and finds nothing as he says... Chrom: I hope soon that our realm can find peace. Anna: Heya, MU! If you got the time, can I interest you in my wares? (Says this on the bottom of the screen.) In case you don't need these Barracks convos, you can disreguard them otherwise. I now do another 3 encounters on the world map to build up supports and get some extra EXP. Chrom and Aya now talk about their relationship. Donnel+Tharja (C Support) Tharja: You there. Boy. Do you know where I can find a newt's eye? Donnel: "Yeah" Yes ma'am! I've seen tons of them slimy critters up in yonder stream. Hold and I'll fetch you one! Tharja: "Yeah" You there. Boy. Where can I get the tail of a white sow? Donnel: Fresh out, I'm 'fraid. But I can run ask the camp butcher if ya like! Tharja: "Not much" That dunderhead wouldn't possibly have such a thing... Donnel: Well, I suppose I could hop down the valley and check the local swineherd. I reckon one" a them pigs'll have a white tail! Tharja: "What" You there. Boy. Bring me a bat. Donnel: Shucks, they mostly live in caves down by the ol' fishin-Er, beg pardon, ma'am, but...did you just order me to go fetch a bat? Tharja: "Humph" Yes, I did. Sometime today, please. Donnel: "Yeah" Well, all right then! I'll just toodle on down to the caves andflush one out! Tharja: *laughs*...I can't imagine why that hayseed keeps following my orders. Tharja: I haven't even had a chance to place a curse of servitude on him yet... (Tharja and Donnel attained Support level C) (Donnel+Tharja B Support) Donnel: Howdy, ma'am! I got them two venomous black snakes you been lookin 'fer! Tharja: "Pretty much" Yes, thank you. Just throw them in the usual place. Donnel: "Yeah" You got it! Tharja: *sigh* ....Well? Aren't you going to ask me? Donnel: Ask ya what, ma'am? Tharja: Tsk. Don't play coy. The favor, obviously. Donnel: I reckon I don't quite follow. Tharja: "Pfft useless" You want me to use my magic powers to do something for you, right? For weeks, you've been running hither and yon, collecting specimens. At first it was amusing, but you've actually proved to be quite helpful. So then? Name your price. What do you want in return? Donnel: Well, I imagine I'd like ya to do nothin', ma'am. Tharja: "What" I don't understand. Donnel: "Yeah" I don't want nothin' in particular, so I'm askin' ya to do nothin! Tharja: *annoyed and Gahh* Surely you must have some reason for helping me. Donnel: "I'll help" Gosh, ma'am. That's just how we do things back in my village. If a mage was settin' about to cast a curse, see, we was all duty dound to pitch in. Just like we all help build the barns and mend the fences, and clear the pastures! Tharja: "Humph" Wait. You used to help mages cast curses? Cast curses...on you?! Donnel: "I owe ya." That's what curses are all about, right? Usin' dark arts fer the greater good? Donnel: By helping you, I reckon I'm helpin' everyone in the Shepards. Ain't that right? Gosh, maybe THAT should be my favor! I should ask ya to cast more nice magic! Tharja: "Tch" I don't know who taught you about curses, but that's not how they work. Donnel: It ain't? Tharja: "Maybe" Gods, it's a wonder your village is still standing...But all right...I'll see if I can find a way to cast some, er, "Nice" magic. And in the meantime, you can keep collecting speciments. Donnel: "Let's get her done." Yee-haw! It's a dilly of a deal! Tharja: *giggle* I think this is going to be a very useful arrangement!...Particularly for me. (Donnel and Tharja attained Support level B) Here are Donnel and Tharja's C and B supports. I should get A and S shortly. Helps get this off of Thunderfox's hands. The " " is their actual voices saying that. Edited March 15, 2013 by Lady Feena Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SPSEliwoodGabriel Posted March 15, 2013 Share Posted March 15, 2013 Erm, Lady Feena, not to upset you, but Chrom/Fem!Avatar has been already claimed and compiled. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PuffPuff Posted March 15, 2013 Share Posted March 15, 2013 (edited) Erm, Lady Feena, not to upset you, but Chrom/Fem!Avatar has been already claimed and compiled. Oh, then disreguard that. Nevermind, I've erased it! Edited March 15, 2013 by Lady Feena Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ace Tactician Posted March 15, 2013 Share Posted March 15, 2013 I finally got Noire/Virion done, all that's left is to get the S ranks for Noire/Brady and Nah/Laurent and I'm finally done with all my supports. [spoiler=NoireXVirion(parent-child)] [spoiler=C] Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle* Virion: Noire? Good heavens, what is it? Why are you crying? Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight. Virion: That is an...oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place? Noire: It's nothing new, *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig. Virion: Poor dear! Here, take my handkerchief. Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK* Virion: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up. Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep. Virion: Oh, dear. That's...rather pathetic. Noire: ...Yep. *sniff* Virion: B-but that was a different me. Just wait-- I shall prove my worth to you anew! Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff* [spoiler=B] Virion: *Sniff* Gods, how embarrassing. Especially for a noble like myself... *sniff* Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do. Virion: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse. Noire: Just like before... Virion: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side--at least I broke your hex. *sniffle* Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself. Virion: Perhaps some things were simply meant to be... Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before... Virion: Hmm? Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff* Virion: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, my dear. Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS! Virion: Er...my dear? Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face! Virion: Noire?! What are you... Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head... *Noire leaves* Virion: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff* [spoiler=A] Virion: Do you have a moment, Noire? Noire: Oh...Hello, Father. What is it? Virion: Have a look. Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me? Virion: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you. Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before... Virion: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change. Noire: Hmm...I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them. Virion: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us--you, me, your mother...everyone. Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again. Virion: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death! Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks. Virion: Wait...Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Gods! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS! Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys. Virion: I had better make my escape before I put that "not even death" promise to the test... Farewell, Noire! Love you! *Virion runs away from Tharja who chases him in the background offscreen* Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wax Colorfully Posted March 16, 2013 Share Posted March 16, 2013 Karaszure was kind enough to let me take over the transcribing of the Nah/Inigo supports! I'm being helpful! [spoiler=Nah/Inigo][spoiler=Support C] Nah: Hello, Inigo Inigo: Oh, hello, Nah! Nah: Off pursuing females again? Inigo: That's rather crass, don't you think? I'm simply a man who appreciates beauty! And frankly, I'd settle for a nice chat over a cup of tea. Nah: I hear you normally settle for being punched in the face. Inigo: Once! That happened ONE time! ... Er, in the recent past Say, how do you know about that, anyway? Nah: Word of the shameless spreads quickly. Everyone in town knows you're an indiscriminate flirt. Inigo: I'll have you know, I'm very discriminating! ...I only approach ladies who seem likely to say yes. Nah: What about the woman who dislocated your shoulder? Did she look promising? Inigo: You're dredging up a lot of painful memories here, Nah... Nah: Did it never occur to you that women might find what you're doing insulting? It's little wonder some get violent when they learn they're just one among hundreds. Inigo: Every lady is one in a million to me! And they all seemed perfectly happy while we were on the date. Nah: That isn't the point! Inigo: I'm sorry, Nah, but I can debate the fine arts of low with you no longer. The day is young, and there are many ladies to meet. Ta-ta! Nah: What? But I'm not done lecturing you yet! Inigo! Get back here this instant! [spoiler=Support B] Inigo: *Sigh* ...She didn't have to yell like that. A simple no would have sufficed. Ah, well. Plenty of fish in the sea. Nah: Still haven't learned your lesson, I see. Inigo: No one has ever won a woman's heart through capitulation! Nah: Or creepiness. How do you not surrender after being turned down this many times? Inigo: It's who I am. Flirting is in my blood! I'm constitutionally incapable of NOT talking to beautiful women. Nah: Ugh, I'm wasting my breath trying to convince you with words. I suppose I'll just have to eat you and be done with it. Inigo: Ha ha! Ha! Oh, what a wit! What a razor-sharp...um...wit. You know, I really wish you wouldn't tell jokes with a straight face like that. Nah: Honestly, I don't see why you need to ask women out at all. You're handsome enough. If you kept your mouth shut, they'd come to you. Inigo: Who would even know to look for me if I didn't put myself out there? Nah: Well, me, for one. I imagine I could find you tolerable if you stopped talking. Inigo: Ah, the sweet naivete of youth! You're too young to be worrying about other people's affairs of the heart, Nah. But I'm sure you'll find someone perfect once you're older. Now why don't you run along and see if Uncle Chrom will read you a bedtime story? Nah: ...Get back here, you idiot! Manaketes just grow slowly! I'm the same age as you! [spoiler=Support A] Nah: Might I have a word, Inigo? Inigo: Hmm? Oh, of course Nah. What is it? Nah: I've been thinking about what you said before. Inigo: What did I say? Nah: That I was too young to be worrying about other people's affairs of the heart. Inigo: Ah, yes. That. Look, I've apologized several times. And you DO look very young... Nah: Exactly. Which is what got me thinking. If I were bigger, you wouldn't treat me like a child anymore, correct? Inigo: Is this a trick? This seems like a trick. But, well... No. I suppose I wouldn't. But the point's moot, isn't it? It's not like you can grow overnight. Nah: Oh, I don't even need a night, Inigo. I can do it right here. Inigo: Damn, it WAS a trick! I knew it! Nah: On your mark, get set... GROOOOOOW! Inigo: W-wait, Nah! L-let's not be hasty... AAAIIIEEEEEE!! *screen fade to black as time passes* Inigo: I... I just saw my life flash before my eyes... I saw the faces of a thousand girls, dressed in black. They...wept for me. Nah: Oh, please. You're exaggerating. Inigo: Am I?! You weren't five paces away when you transformed! I thought I was going to get trampled to death by a giant dragon! Nah: NOW will you stop saying that I'm young? Inigo: Y-yes ma'am! Of course, ma'am! Nah: Ha ha, good! You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. I'll let you off the hook with a warning. Inigo: ...Oh, gods. I was almost dragon chow! [spoiler=Support S] Nah: How are you today, Inigo? Inigo: Gah! I'm fine, ma'am! My, but you're looking old and wrinkly today! Nah: No female-chasing for you this afternoon? Inigo: Nope! Nuh-uh! Not me! Nah: Finally grew out of it, eh? Inigo: I got the feeling that continuing to flirt might be...harmful to my life span. Nah: Well, I suppose it's only natural the stress of all those rejections would take their toll. Inigo: I'm worried less about stress than I am about some dragon eating... Er, you know what? Never mind. Nah: Well, I'm proud of you regardless. Now we just need to pick a date for the wedding! Inigo: ...Wedding? Whose wedding? Nah: Ours, silly! You have quite the knack for getting into trouble when you aren't supervised. So I've decided to be your lifetime chaperone! Inigo: You WHAT?! Nah: Well, we already established that I'm old enough for you. Inigo: Yes, but that hardly means that we should be MARRIED! Nah: Hee hee! I understand. You're still shocked a catch like me agreed to look after you. Inigo: I'm shocked about a LOT of things at the moment! Er, I don't have a veto about this, do I? Nah: Now why on earth would you want to... ...Waaait a minute! You're not thinking of cheating on your new wife, are you?! Bad husband! That's a BAD husband! I suppose I'll have to eat you after all! Inigo: You REALLY have to stop joking around with that whole eating thing! ...Er, joking around, yes? ...Joking? ...Ha ha ha? R-right, then! I'm done with the ladies forever! Just call me Mister Faithful! Nah: Good. And remember, if you break your promise to me... Chomp, chomp! Inigo: *Gulp* R-right. Chomp...chomp. One question, though... Nah: What's that? Inigo: Does inviting a girl out to tea count at cheating? Nah: ...... Inigo: I mean, it's just tea, right? Nothing wrong with a cup, right? Nah: CHOMP, CHOMP! Inigo: Aaaaaah! H-help! Heeeeeelp! My fiancee's gonna eat meeeeee! This series of supports isn't really romantic as it is comedy gold and a train wreck marriage in the making. I'm seeing a trend where Inigo brings out the yandere side of the girls he supports. But wow, Nah, coming on strong much? XD Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lumino Posted March 16, 2013 Share Posted March 16, 2013 (edited) Nah is pretty freaking clingy and creepy in almost every romantic support that isn't with a Male Morgan. This reminded me a lot of the Brady one. It's a shame, cause I love her to death as a character. But I guess the supports are the opposite of her mothers. Nowi shows how mature she really is, Nah shows how childish she is. XD EDIT: Ok, Yarne is also acceptable. Edited March 16, 2013 by Lumino Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pinkbubblegum Posted March 16, 2013 Share Posted March 16, 2013 Hopefully I won't commit some sort of error in posting this question here...? I was curious though, because I just saw the Panne-Gaius support conversations til A and Gaius calls Panne a "Panne Knight" as a sort of pun on "Pegasus Knight" for her having saved him. How did they do this in the Japanese version, since Panne's name there is Velvet right? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PuffPuff Posted March 16, 2013 Share Posted March 16, 2013 (edited) (MU+Maribelle C Support) MU: Crepuscule...Crepuscule...What did that mean again? Maribelle: "Darling" Are you studying, MU? MU: Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading up a bit. Maribelle: "Really?" Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all! MU: "Huh?" Did you just drop by to look down your nose at me, or was there something else? Maribelle: "Clearly" A noble's nose engages in no such activities! I was sincerely impressed. If my turn of phrase offended, I apologize. Forgive me? MU: "Yeah" Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed? Maribelle: "Yes" Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you. MU: "Huh" Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting, you know. Maribelle: "Well" Can you fault me for being curious about an amnesiac with a genius for strategy? You've also earned quite a bit of trust from my dear friend Lissa. It's only natural I'd want to learn more about the stranger in our midst. I suppose you might simply say that I hoped we could become...friends. Unless you object, of course. MU: "Um" No, I don't object, per se. But...weren't we already friends? Maribelle: *giggles* Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, MU! MU: "Yeah!" Heh! You really can be sweet sometimes, Maribelle. Well then, ask away. If I know the answer, I'm happy to tell it. Maribelle: "My gratitude." Oh, lovely! That's very kind. Well, then...Tell me about the quaint customs of the unwashed masses from whence you came? I'm especially interested in this "slang" of which you brutes seem so fond... MU: *sigh* ...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back before that. (MU and Maribelle attained support level C) (Tharja+Donnel A Support) Donnel: "Amazing". Tharja, your hexes sure are powerful! Everyone's feelin' on top 'a the world! Tharja: "Ah heh heh heh heh heh." Hmm... Donnel: The cold what was goin' 'round done threw us all for a loop. I didn't know what we was gonna do till ya cast yer hex and fixed us all up. Tharja: "Pretty much." Snuffing out a sniffle is a fairly simple matter, actually. You just have to direct the curse at the cold instead of the person. Donnel: "I owe ya." Well, you sure done impressed me! There's just one thing I don't get...Why don't ya want want me tellin' no one it was you what cured them alignments? Tharja: "Humph." People might get the wrong idea. Donnel: "Huh" Whatcha mean? Tharja: "Tch." They might think I did it for some kind of...common good...or out of the goodness of my heart. *shudder* I only did it to thank you for the help you've given me. If people think I've gone soft, I'm finished as a dark mage... Donnel: "Yeah." Well, either way, the result's the same. Tharja: "Well." Yes, well. If you need some diasease cured again, you know where I am. However, I want something of you in return. Donnel: "I'll help." Don't worry! I'll keep on collectin' all them creepy crawlies for ya! Tharja: "Humph." ...Heh heh. You really are quite useful. (Donnel and Tharja attained support level A) (Tharja+Donnel S Support) Donnel+Tharja S Support Donnel: Heya, Tharja. I've went 'n collected all of them things ya wanted. Tharja: "Pretty much." ...Ah, good. Then I have everything I need for my next spell. Just stand still please..."Gah" Whew...It is done... Donnel: Dancin' donkeys! That there's a fine ring! Tharja: "Pretty much." ...It's for you. Donnel: "Huh?" Fer me?! Tharja: "Ah heh heh heh!" I made another one just like it for myself. Donnel: "Whoo-wee!" Well shucks, this is startin' to sound like yer fixin' to get us hitched! Tharja: "Well." Well, yes, as far as society at large is concerned, we would be wed. However, in practice, I want you to be more like my...personal servant. I consulted a few books: this seemed the easiest way to secure cooperation. Donnel: "huh?" Books? Yer dark-magic tomes talk about weddin's? Tharja: "Interesting." Well, what became weddings, yes...You'd be surprised how many social rituals have come out of two people will stay together until death. Donnel: "Ugh." Gosh. Sounds like someone's in love with ol' Donny! Tharja: "Tch." That...would be another way to put it, yes. In any case, I would like you answer. Will you join with me? Donnel: "You ain't alone." If you promise to love me all my life, then we got a deal! Collectin' bats and watchin' you cast hexes is excitin' as all get-out! I wouldn't mind doin' nothin' but fer the rest of my days! Tharja: *giggles* Excellent! Then it's settled. Now put that ring on like a good boy...And become mine FOREVER! Ehh hee hee... (Donnel and Tharja attained Support level S) I had Gaius+MU (Female's) C support, but that's already been done! So, here are Tharja and Donnel's A and S supports as well as Maribelle+MU(Female's) C support. =] EDIT: The " " is their actual voices saying that! Edited March 16, 2013 by Lady Feena Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Miscellany Posted March 16, 2013 Share Posted March 16, 2013 (edited) Hopefully I won't commit some sort of error in posting this question here...? I was curious though, because I just saw the Panne-Gaius support conversations til A and Gaius calls Panne a "Panne Knight" as a sort of pun on "Pegasus Knight" for her having saved him. How did they do this in the Japanese version, since Panne's name there is Velvet right? He just calls her a Velvet Knight instead. Edited March 16, 2013 by Miscellany Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LeThiAnh Posted March 17, 2013 Share Posted March 17, 2013 I got permission from both Acacia and Seph that had this support. And now for some Hazukashii Oyako! [spoiler=InigoxOlivia Support][spoiler=C Support]Olivia: Inigo? It's the middle of the night. Where are you going? Inigo: Oh, Mother! Er, well, I was just off to...chat up the ladies! You know me! Ha ha! Olivia: Nonsense. The only things out there at this hour are Risen. Now, may I have the truth? Inigo: Er, I... I'm... I just wanted to... Olivia: Practice your dancing? Inigo: ...How did you know? Olivia: Someone said they spotted you dancing in the woods a few nights back. I thought you might be making a habit of it. Inigo: They SAW that?! B-But, I made sure to stay behind that big tree the whole time! Argh, that's so embarrassing! ...And I bet they were horrified. Olivia: Quite the opposite. They said it was a breathtaking sight. Apparently they lost track of time just standing there, mesmerized... Inigo: That's even MORE embarrassing! I'm not good with praise, you know? I'm used to rejection! And wait, lost track of time? How long were they watching?! Ugh, I give up... I'll never be able to practice in peace again. This is going to haunt me to the grave. The GRAVE, I tell you! Olivia: Well, what if we practiced together? Finding secret, out-of-the-way spots to practice is something of a talent of mine. Besides, it's too dangerous to let you charge off into the woods alone at night. Inigo: Together? What, with YOU?! Wouldn't you be humiliated trying out incomplete dances with someone watching? Olivia: Not if that someone were you! You're my son, Inigo! So, what do you say? It would be just the two of us. Inigo: Er, that's really sweet, but... I'm sorry, Mother. Olivia: Hmm? Why not? Still too embarrassing? Inigo: No, it's not that. Well, it IS, but... It's more than that. Olivia: What do you mean? Inigo: L-look, I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't! I'm going back to my tent. Good night, Mother! Olivia: Inigo, wait! [spoiler=B Support]Inigo: ...... Sigh... Let me guess. You're in this one today? Olivia: Eep! I-Inigo?! Er, what a coincidence! Inigo: Yes, you just happened to find yourself hiding in a barrel. What ARE the chances? Mother, PLEASE stop trying to spy on me while I practice! You've climbed trees, hidden under bridges, painted yourself in ridiculous camouflage... The time you jumped out from that waterfall nearly gave me a waterfall in my pants! Olivia: But I want to see you dance! Random people from the camp keep coming across you and raving about it! I'm your mother, and I haven't seen you dance even once! How is that fair?! Inigo: I'm sorry, but having people see moves that I'm still working on is mortifying. You're as shy as I am. You HAVE to know how I feel. ...Don't you? Olivia: Oh... W-well, if you're so shy, why do you spend each day hitting on every girl you find?! Inigo: Heh, you of all people should know the answer to that one. After all, you're the reason I developed this flirting habit in the first place! Olivia: What?! I most certainly am not! Inigo: Yes you are! When I was little, I was even more shy than you are now. I came to you in tears asking how to be more comfortable around people. And you said the fastest way for a man to practice bravery was to talk to women! Olivia: ...Oh, gods. What in the world was my future self thinking? Inigo: I believe you said it was advice a good friend once gave you. Anyway, I gave it a try, and it worked! ...Surprisingly enough. Olivia: And then it became a habit? Inigo: Apparently so. But whatever you want to call it, I owe it all to you. Olivia: I'm sorry... Inigo: What? Why? Don't apologize. If I want to help people with my dancing, I need to become as alluring as possible. If I can't talk my way into a date or five, I know I've still got a long ways to go. Flirting is another part of my training. ...With its own benefits, naturally. So, really. I'm thankful. Olivia: W-well, I suppose as long as it's helped you... Inigo: It has, and it does! So you don't need to worry about me so much, okay? Now, come on. It's nearly time for supper. Olivia: It's such a relief to hear he has good reasons for all that skirt chasing. Hee hee! Though I'd love to see a girl's face when he says his mother sent him... But wait-I still didn't get to see him dance today! I lugged this barrely in here and everything. ...Ugh, how embarrassing. [spoiler=A Support]Inigo: ...Nice. Those were some damned fine moves, if I do say so myself. Olivia: Yes, a brilliant performance! Inigo: Gah?! Olivia: Though your spins still lack the strength of your convictions. Stop holding back! Oh, and extend your focus through the very tips of your fingers. That will help through those tricky transition moves. Inigo: All right, where were you hiding today, Mother? Olivia: Nowhere! This time I really did just happen to pass by-I swear! Though I thank the gods for the chance to finally see you dance. The latter half was a bit of a departure, but I recognize the routine. It's my favorite. ...Er, did I teach you that in the future? Inigo: ...... Olivia: Inigo? Inigo: Yes. It was the last dance you taught me. That's why the second half is different. ...You died before we got that far. Olivia: ...Oh. Inigo: And here I've been working so hard to develop an amazing version to show you... Not much point, if you're going to spoil the surprise by peeking before it's done. Olivia: I'm so sorry! I didn't know! Oh, I feel just awful... Inigo: Don't. It's fine... To tell you the truth, I really wanted to hear your thoughts. I always used to practice beside your grave. I'd try to imagine what you'd say as you watched me. What I could fix... I'd picture how you'd tell me to speed up or praise me when I got it right. I could hear it all in my head as I danced. But I just wanted to hear it aloud... Anyway, that's why I'm... I'm just glad. *sniff* Olivia: Ah! No, don't cry! It's all right! The me in the future might have left, but I swear, this me is here to stay. We can dance together, or see the world, or anything! I'll do anything to make you happy, my darling boy. Inigo: ...... ...Thanks, Mom. Olivia: It's my pleasure. Inigo: Sorry I've been so weird about letting you watch me dance... Er, but would you teach me the real second half of that routine sometime? Olivia: Of course! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ace Tactician Posted March 18, 2013 Share Posted March 18, 2013 (edited) It's about time I finally wrapped up my supports. First up is the split personaitly archer Noire and the rough around the edges nobleman, Brady. [spoiler=NoireXBrady] [spoiler=C] Noire: Oh, this is so embarrassing. Alone on a cot in the medical tent. ...Again! Honestly, everyone is being silly. I was just a little light headed. *Blackout* Noire: ...... ...Nnnh? ...Oh. I must have fallen asleep. Wait...I hear footsteps... Eep! They're coming closer! Wh-what if it's someone I don't know?! Brady: Huh? ...Oh, it's you. Noire: Brady! Brady: Gods, another day, another screwup on the battlefield. I'm pathetic! Noire: Oh no, are you hurt? Brady: Wouldn't be here otherwise. I dodged an attack wrong and twisted my ankle. My leg'll be fine, but my pride may never recover. Noire: I see... Brady: Anyway, looks like we're neighbors for the time being. Cheers, I guess. Noire: Ch-cheers... I'm actually feeling a lot better, though. I'll probably be going in just a bit... Brady: I hear ya! I can't wait to make like a bakery wagon and haul buns outta here. This place is depressing! Noire: Heh, yeah... W-well, I hope you feel better soon. [spoiler=B] Brady: Ugh, genius move, Brady. You're a regular Robin! Leg heals up just in time to get sent back here for another boneheaded injury... Noire: Hee hee! Looks like we're neighbors again. Brady: Am I a court jester? Do I amuse you? 'Cause I ain't laughing! What kind of idiot blocks a hit and pulls his groin while falling on his ass?! You couldn't come up with a more pathetic injury if you tried! Noire: Er, it's better than not blocking it at all, right? Brady: Yeah, I guess... So what's got you back in the tent of shame? Anemia acting up again? Noire: Mmm-hmm. Brady: Tough break. ...Ugh, and then there's the boredom to add insult to injury. I want to get outta this two-bit tent. Hit the town, maybe. Noire: Getting better has to come first, though. Brady: Yeah, I know. I just wish there was more to do than sleep. I've done more than enough of that already. Noire: I know how you feel... But what else would you do? Brady: Hmm, that looks about right... Hurff! Noire: Brady? What are you doing with that crate? It looks awfully heavy... Brady: That's kinda the point. May as well use this time to build up a bit of muscle lifting weights. Noire: B-but you're hurt! Shouldn't you be taking it easy? Brady: My leg is hurt! No reason I can't work on the old cannons, though. Am I right? Here we go... One! Two! Th-three... ...... FFFFFffff! Noire: Are you all right? Don't tell me you hurt your arms?! Brady: G-guess I should've started with a lighter crate... Hngh! Noire: I told you you ought to take it easy! Wait right there, I'll go get help. Er, I mean, I guess I'll yell for help. Or...something. Hello? Is anyone there? Brady's hurt! ...Er, more so! *Noire leaves* Brady: All right, so I spoke too soon. There IS a more pathetic injury... [spoiler=A] Brady: Ugh, how many times does this make? Noire: Heh! And it's always the two of us. This is getting to be our spot! Brady: You say that like it's a good thing... Noire: Yeah, well, isn't it? I mean, at least we've been able to talk. Brady: Talk's about all we can do in here. I think my ill-advised attempt at weight training last time proved that much... Noire: Well then, what if we talk about the good old days for a bit? Brady: Like what? Noire: You probably don't remember, but we used to be regulars at the healers as kids, too. We had a bad habit of passing colds back and forth for weeks on ends... Brady: Oh, I remember! You were always sneezing green goo out yer bitty nose! Guess it ain't so strange for kids to get sick. Happens to all of 'em eventually. But sure did seem like you and me would always go down at the same time. Noire: I remember lying in a cot across from you when we were both flush and feverish. Brady: Hah! Yeah, you wouldn't stop bawlin'! Noire: Oh, sure. Bring that up again! Brady: Meanwhile, I was busy thinking of how I could toughen up. Guess some things never change, am I right? Noire: I was always so scrawny. I wished there were some way to stop being frail... Brady: Heh heh! And just look at us now! What a couple'a saps. Noire: Still, it's...sort of comforting to know that some things really don't ever change. Brady: All a matter of perspective, I guess. Seems likely we'll be neighbors for a long time to come, yet. So, uh... Cheers, I guess. Noire: Cheers. To the two of us getting stronger, bit by bit. Brady: You said it, sister! [spoiler=S] Brady: Urgh... Back to the tent of shame... Noire: Ah! Brady, are you all right? What happened? Brady: Just...Hngh! ...Just turned my half-busted shoulder into a whole-busted shoulder. Noire: What?! You've got to be more careful when you're hurt! Here, lie down... Brady: You're makin' a mountain outta some pretty small potatoes, Noire. ...So why are you back in the sick house? Caught the dreaded red or somethin'? Noire: I, um... I just came here to find something. Brady: Then it's finally just me stuck in here. Hey, good for you! Noire: Brady... Brady: Naw, ain't nothin'. So don't go gettin' all sad on me! It's a good thing not to be a regular at the infirmary tent. You should be happy. Noire: B-but...I like it here. Brady: Hah! That's crazy talk. Why would you say that? Noire: ...This is our place. You and me have a lot of memories in here at this point, Brady. Even today, the...The thing I was here looking for is...you. I was hoping I might run into you again, you know? Brady: Ha ha! Man, you sure know how to make a guy feel like a million bucks! When the infirmary's the first place you look, boy, that's a ringing endorsement. Noire: No, I didn't mean... There's no reason to be ashamed, Brady. I know what you're doing out there. I've seen you. You're always defending the others by putting yourself in danger. That's why you're always hurt. Brady: You...You saw that? Noire: I mean, sure, you're not the sturdiest man on the field... But you're braver than anyone and more selfless about protecting your allies! There's nothing shameful about that. Brady: ...... Noire: ...Ah! I'm sorry! Listen to me blabbing on while you're injured! I'll go. You clearly need some rest. Brady: Heh. And here I thought I'd been subtle about it. Guess I've got a ways to go. Noire: You shouldn't have to hide it at all... Brady: I've spent a lot of time in hospital beds, Noire. You know that better'n most. And I'd always spending my time thinking of how to be stronger, you know? Like, how could I help more? And how could I... How could I keep the girl on the bed next to me safe? Because I loved her. Noire: Oh, Brady... Brady: I love ya, Noire! I'm in love with ya! Heck, I think you're the cat's pajamas! So, what say we maybe spend some time together outside for once, when I'm better? I was thinking, like...forever? Noire: I'd love to, Brady! Oh, I'm so happy, I feel like I'm walking on air! Brady: Me, too! Though some of that's probably the healing magic kickin' in... followed by the romantic support of the half-dragon girl Nah and the slightly maso mage Laurent. [spoiler=NahXLaurent] [spoiler=C] Nah: Ah! Laurent! Laurent: Hello, Nah. I thought perhaps we might chat for a-- Nah: No! Stay back! Laurent: ...I beg your pardon? Nah: D-don't come any closer you...you creep! Laurent: Nah, have I given some offense without realizing? Nah: Don't try to play dumb! You're always leering at me! It's like you're undressing me with your eyes! Laurent: Good heavens! What a dreadful accusation! ...And I'll thank you to lower your voice. First, I'm not "leering" at you, and second, I observe everyone in camp equally. My role in this army is to monitor and maintain the physical state of its people. Nah: Ha! Nice try, you lecherous lout! You can't fool me that easily! You're always staring at me because I'm vulnerable and cute and demure! So don't bother with your lame excuses. Just knock it off! *Nah leaves* Laurent: Nah, wait! ...The poor girl has completely misunderstood my intentions. If left uncorrected, it will stand as a stain on my good name! [spoiler=B] Laurent: H-hello, Nah. I need to speak with you. Might I have a moment? Nah: Eek! Creep! Get away! Laurent: Ah, no! Please don't run! I just want to clear up a misunderstanding! Nah: ...Misunderstanding? Laurent: Indeed. The other day, you claimed I leered at you. But I assure you, my intentions in observing you are strictly professional! I consider it my duty to monitor everyone's condition in order to preserve their health. It is entirely chaste, and free of any and all lascivious intent. I give you my word. Nah: ...I still don't believe you! Laurent: Why do you refuse to believe me?! Nah: Manaketes can smell dishonestly. And you reek of lies! Laurent: You're being absurd! There is no scientific basis for such a claim. Nah: You smell like you're completely taken in by my adorable veneer! Ah, it's my own fault for being stuck at such an insanely cute age... Laurent: I'll grant you "insane"! Nah: Augh! What am I doing standing around talking to you? I've got to get out of here before you throw me in a sack and run for the hills! *Nah leaves* Laurent: ...W-wait! I don't even own a sack! ...Nah? Oh, this is terrible. I've made no progress whatsoever... [spoiler=A] Laurent: Ah, there you are. I really must insist that you allow me to lay this misunderstanding to rest. Nah: Creeps like you never know when to give up, do you? Laurent: I've told you time and again, I have no untoward inclinations toward you! None! Zero! Zip! Nought! Negatory! Absolutely, positively none! Nah: So, you still refuse to fess up and mend your wicked ways? Then I have no choice but to call for aid! Laurent: ...What? Nah: Everybody, help! Come quick! Laurent is chasing me! Laurent: Augh! Stop it, you lunatic! I'll be run out of camp! Nah: It's your own fault for going around ogling defenseless, adorable girls! Laurent: That is NOT what I'm doing! Nah: So you're sticking with the claim that it's all just a big misunderstanding? Repeating it over and over won't make it true, Laurent. You'll have to do better. Laurent: I have little alternative, given that it is the truth! What else could I possibly say? Nah: ...All right, then. Laurent: Oh, thank the gods! Nah: Let's pretend that for a moment that you're telling the truth and I'm mistaken. That would mean that you DON'T think I'm hopelessly adorable! Laurent: You're quite charming, Nah, but that doesn't mean I bear any untold desires. You are an ally, the same as anyone else in the camp. I feel responsible for observing your actions and physical condition as part of my work. My only desire is to preserve your health. Nah: Oh! Well, if it's required for you to do your job, I suppose there's no helping it. Laurent:...I've been saying that for weeks now. Nah: Look, I'll try not to jump to any conclusions again in the future. Deal? ...Deal. *Nah leaves* Laurent: Oh, thank heavens. My good reputation is preserved... [spoiler=S] Nah: Here to check up on me, Laurent? I'll just stand super still then, okay? Laurent: Nah, if I am here to observe you, I would need to see you in your normal routine. Nah: What, so not standing completely still, then? Should I jump around or something? Laurent: That's not...Please don't make my job any harder than it already is, Nah. Nah: Very well. You don't have to be so cold. ...Unless you just hate me now. You said I was charming before, right? So was that just another lie? Laurent: *Sigh* I find you to be demonstrably cute. ... Objectively speaking. Nah: And...? Laurent: And what? Nah: Come on, Laurent. Spit it out. Laurent: ...What? Nah: You're lying again. I can smell it. No one can possibly be this dense. Well, there's only one thing for it... I'll turn into a dragon and go on the rampage until you shape up! Laurent: All right, now I am completely lost! What are you talking about? Nah: It made me happy to hear you say that you think I'm cute. ...I was even happy when you were chasing me around, if we're being honest now. And I can smell it on you, even now, but... It's not enough! Laurent: Not...enough? Nah: I don't just want to smell the way you feel about me. I want to hear you say it. Laurent: I...I see. It appears I was...being rather dense. I apologize. Or perhaps I was held back by my own doubts and insecurities... But at any rate, I guess you're right. I admit it. I...I love you. Nah: And you're sure? No more doubts? Laurent: I'm positive. Nah: Well it's about time! Sheesh! Laurent: I'm sorry to have made you wait so long. It seems you were far quicker to realize how I felt than I was myself. Nah: No kidding! Nothing was working! I had to treat you like a creep just to push you to see it yourself! Laurent: Please, Nah, for the love of everything, use a more direct approach next time! Edited March 18, 2013 by Ace Tactician Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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