Virion/Supports

This page contains all data pertaining to Virion's supports in Fire Emblem Awakening.

Avatar (M)

C Support

Avatar: So if the cavaliers spread out in a fan…And the pegasus knights sweep in from the flank...

Virion: Goodness, I can practically see smoke rising from your head. Whatever could have you working at such a fevered tilt?

Avatar: I'm practicing strategies and scenarios on this game board. After a hundred forced marches, these pieces are still ready for more. It saves me from running everyone ragged with training exercises.

Virion: ...How very clever. You even carved little enemy forces for them to fight. I'm impressed. And that doesn't happen often... with other people, I mean.

Avatar: Well, as long as I control friend and foe alike, it's not as effective as I'd prefer. After all, I can't plan for the unexpected when I know all the moves ahead of time.

Virion: Then permit me to be your opponent. I shall stroke with the nobility of the lion and defend with the grace of the swan!

Avatar: Because swans are... good defenders? Er, never mind. I accept. So then. We'll take turns moving units until one of us claims the other's commander. Agreed?

Virion: Agreed and agreed again! Oh, what fun! ...Begin, please. By all means.

(Time passes)

Avatar: Hold! I need to retract my last move.

Virion: Ha ha! Were that all enemy generals so generous! But alas, this is war. ...Checkmate, my good man.

Avatar: ...Blast! I hate to admit it, but I am well and truly beaten.

Virion: Oh ho! I told you I was both a lion and a swan, did I not?

Avatar: More like a chicken and the far end of a horse! I'm no noble lord, but your strategy wasn't exactly what I'd call honorable.

Virion: Heavens! Aren't we plainspoken.

Avatar: Still, I appreciate the practice. Thank you, Virion.

Virion: If you wish me to unleash my dishonorable strategies again, you have but ask.

B Support

Avatar: Ho, Virion! Care for a rematch? I have a method to defeat you this time for certain!

Virion: Oh? How thrilling! I do so love a challenge. Though I recall you saying something similar before the last 20 attempts... One moment. You're not, by any chance, losing on purpose, are you, sir? I see now! This was all a ruse to spend more time with your noble Virion! Charming, I suppose, but I fear my heart has room only for the fairer sex.

Avatar: And my heart has no room for a grown man in a bib.

Virion: B-bib?! Now see here, you uncouth barbarian! This is a CRAVAT! This is the very height of fashion among sartorially minded nobility.

Avatar: ...Sounds fancy. Your move?

Virion: Gya! I can forgive ignorance, but sarcasm is another matter! You've made a mockery of the delicate art of hollow flattery! I demand satisfaction on the field of battle, sir. Have at you!

Avatar: Do your worst!

(Time passes)

Avatar: Blast and blast again! Why can't I beat you?!

Virion: It seems my cravat is vindicated.

Avatar: I'll not speak to your fashion sense, but you have a real knack for strategy, Virion. Perhaps you should be giving the orders instead of me.

Virion: Inadvisable, my dear lad. I fear we'd never last the war. Spare a second glance at the board and tell me: Who has more soldiers left alive?

Avatar: Ah...

Virion: I won, yes, but at what cost? Half the moves I make in this game could never be used in a real battle. My own men would have my head on a pike before the enemy even reached me. No, this army needs a tactician who loathes the sacrifice of even a single man. It needs you, Avatar.

Avatar: Virion? That was almost... kind. Perhaps even sensible. Are you feeling well? You're starting to sound like a normal person.

Virion: I am ever the definition of sensibility. And "normal" is just another word for "common," thank you very much! Still, I'm confident you'll come to share my uniquely elegant sensibilities with time. Why, people shall think us twins!

Avatar: I'd sooner you put an arrow through my head...

A Support

Avatar: *Sigh* I lose. ...Again.

Virion: It was your gambit with the wyvern rider seven moves back that doomed you.

Avatar: ...Ah, I see. Because that left my vanguard's flank exposed. You really are excellent at this, Virion. I just can't compete.

Virion: Nonsense! Why, you're winning almost one match in three as of late. The pace of your progress is frankly somewhat frightening.

Avatar: Any strides I've made have been due to your patience. Thank you for working with me. I've really come to look forward to our matches. The sad part is, unless I manage to best you at least once, I have trouble sleeping!

Virion: Do not fell ashamed. You're not the first to be vexed by my tactical prowess! But I am happy to be of service, even if it is as your personal jousting dummy. If our matches help ease the burden you carry, then it is my honor to continue them.

Avatar: ...And I am burdened, Virion. Sometimes I feel as if I could drown on dry land. The army relies on me to plan their every move and tactic. I lack the experience for such responsibility. It's enough to make a man flee in terror.

Virion: And yet here you remain, when a lesser soul might have turned craven and ran. Such actions have earned you the respect of us all, you must know that? And regardless of this game, your skill on a true battlefield approaches genius. I am content to place my life in your hands, and that says a very great deal.

Avatar: I don't know what to say... Thank you, Virion. I'll do my best to remain worthy of your trust.

Virion: And I shall strive to aid you in all things, my friend.

Avatar (F)

C Support

Avatar: So if the cavaliers spread out in a fan... And the pegasus knights sweep in from the flank...

Virion: Goodness, I can practically see smoke rising from your head. Whatever could have you working at such a fevered tilt?

Avatar: I'm practicing strategies and scenarios on this game board. After a hundred forced marches, these pieces are still ready for more. It saves me from running everyone ragged with training exercises.

Virion: ...How very clever. You even carved little enemy forces for them to fight. I'm impressed. And that doesn't happen often…with other people, I mean.

Avatar: Well, as long as I control friend and foe alike, it's not as effective as I'd prefer. After all, I can't plan for the unexpected when I know all the moves ahead of time.

Virion: Then permit me to be your opponent. I shall stroke with the nobility of the lion and defend with the grace of the swan!

Avatar: Because swans are... good defenders? Er, never mind. I accept. So then. We'll take turns moving units until one of us claims the other's commander. Agreed?

Virion: Agreed and agreed again! Oh, what fun! ...Begin, please. By all means.

(Time passes)

Avatar: Hold! I need to retract my last move.

Virion: Ha ha! Were that all enemy generals so generous! But alas, this is war. ...Checkmate, my good lady.

Avatar: ...Blast! I hate to admit it, but I am well and truly beaten.

Virion: Oh ho! I told you I was both a lion and a swan, did I not?

Avatar: More like a chicken and the far end of a horse! I'm no noble lord, but your strategy wasn't exactly what I'd call honorable.

Virion: Heavens! Aren't we plainspoken.

Avatar: At any rate, I appreciate the practice, but I must return for a meeting.

Virion: But I've barely had time to gloat!

Avatar: Ah, well, all part of the simulation. In actual war, you see, the loser is never present to witness gloating.

Virion: No, wait! Don't leave, Avatar! Let us play again!

B Support

Avatar: Ho, Virion! Care for a rematch? I have a method to defeat you this time for certain!

Virion: Oh? How thrilling! I do so love a challenge. Though I recall you saying something similar before the last 20 attempts... One moment. You're not, by any chance, losing on purpose, are you, dear lady? I see now! This was all a ruse to spend time with your noble Virion! Well, you're not the first to resort to such tricks with me, I must admit...

Avatar: For a grown man in a bib? I think not. Now make your move.

Virion: B-bib?! Now see here, you uncouth barbarian! This is a CRAVAT! This is the very height of fashion among sartorially minded nobility.

Avatar: ...Sounds fancy. Your move?

Virion: Gya! I can forgive ignorance, but sarcasm is another matter! You've made a mockery of the delicate art of hollow flattery! I demand satisfaction on the field of battle, milady. Have at you!

Avatar: Do your worst!

(Time passes)

Avatar: Blast and blast again! Why can't I beat you?!

Virion: It seems my cravat is vindicated.

Avatar: I'll not speak to your fashion sense, but you have a real knack for strategy, Virion. Perhaps you should be giving the orders instead of me.

Virion: Inadvisable, my good lady. I fear we'd never last the war. Spare a second glance at the board and tell me: Who has more soldiers left alive?

Avatar: Ah...

Virion: I won, yes, but at what cost? Half the moves I make in this game could never be used in a real battle. My own men would have my head on a pike before the enemy even reached me. No, this army needs a tactician who loathes the sacrifice of even a single man. It needs you, Avatar.

Avatar: Virion? That was almost…kind. Perhaps even sensible. Are you feeling well? You're starting to sound like a normal person.

Virion: I am ever the definition of sensibility. And "normal" is just another word for "common," thank you very much! Still, perhaps milady would see fit to reward the victor with a kiss?

Avatar: Nice try.

A Support

Avatar: *Sigh* I lose. ...Again.

Virion: It was your gambit with the wyvern rider seven moves back that doomed you.

Avatar: ...Ah, I see. Because that left my vanguard's flank exposed. You really are excellent at this, Virion. I just can't compete.

Virion: Nonsense! Why, you're winning almost one match in three as of late. The pace of your progress is frankly somewhat frightening.

Avatar: Any strides I've made have been due to your patience. Thank you for working with me. I've really come to look forward to our matches. The sad part is, unless I manage to best you at least once, I have trouble sleeping!

Virion: You would not be the first damsel to be kept awake by thoughts of me, you know... But I am happy to be of service, even if it is as your personal gamesman. It our matches help ease the burden you carry, then it is my honor to continue.

Avatar: ...And I am burdened, Virion. Sometimes I feel as if I could drown on dry land. The army relies on me to plan their every move and tactic. I lack the experience for such responsibility. It's enough to make a woman flee in terror.

Virion: And yet here you remain, when a lesser soul might have turned craven and ran. Such actions have earned you the respect of us all, you must know that? And regardless of this game, your skill on a true battlefield approaches genius. I am content to place my life in your hands, and that says a very great deal.

Avatar: Goodness, Virion! I think that's—

Virion: And if those honeyed words are not enough to aid your slumber? Then I shall be happy to lie in your cot and whisper a sweet lullaby while you—

Avatar: Not happening.

Virion: Ah, a pity. I am told I have quite the soothing effect, you know.

S Support

Virion: I have a proposal, Avatar. For today only, let us play our game by a different set of rules.

Avatar: What do you have in mind?

Virion: In the place of your carved commander, you will play with this.

Avatar: ...A ring? That's... an odd change to request...

Virion: I'm not finished! For if I win the match, you must accept the ring as a gift.

Avatar: Er, but wouldn't that mean you lose either way?

Virion: Of course, I'll win something else. ...Namely, your hand in marriage!

Avatar: Is... Is this some kind of joke?

Virion: On the contrary, milady! I have never been more serious in my entire life. So what say you? Will you play the Virion Gambit?

Avatar: ...What happens if I win?

Virion: Then I shall withdraw my offer and bow out like a true gentleman. I mean for this to be a true demonstration of the depths of my feelings for you. I would do anything to win your love!

Avatar: ...Then I must refuse.

Virion: B-but why?

Avatar: Because if I win, you're prepared to take the ring back and leave me be. ...And I don't want that.

Virion: Do you mean to tell me... you wish to marry me, win or lose? B-but then I win either way! Er, I mean, that is to say... Is that what you truly want?

Avatar: You've played this game for me, day after day, patiently teaching me all the while... Helping me build up my skills... Perhaps even helping me surpass your own skills... It seems you're willing to have a wife who is your better in ways—I like that!

Virion: Egads! I sense a domestic hierarchy already being locked into place... But, no matter! For one so beautiful, Virion is happy to play the role... A slave to love I shall be. Now please, accept my ring?

Avatar: Thank you, Virion. This is the happiest day of my life... Even better than the first time I beat you at that blasted game!

Virion (Confession): I love you. No, I am enamored with you! No, we are soul mates! Ohhh, the sultry sonnets we shall spin!

Lissa

C Support

Virion: There, all set. Now fly straight and true, my love.

Lissa: Virion?

Virion: Oh, horrors! I fear you've caught me in the act.

Lissa: In the act of... what, exactly? Groping pigeons?

Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, my dear lady, no! ...Well, not today, at any rate.

Lissa: So then, what?

Virion: I have commended a letter to this bird's fair wing.

Lissa: Oh, it's a carrier pigeon! But wait, why would you care if I saw that?

Virion: Well, I'm something of a guest here, being foreign as I am. Protocol demands leave from a commander before carrying on any correspondence.

Lissa: You mean Chrom? I seriously doubt he'd mind you sending a few letters.

Virion: Oh, I'm sure you're right. But not everyone shares your brother's broad-mindedness. There are some around the camp who still don't fully trust me.

Lissa: So why not get Chrom's permission? If you're open about it, no one will have any cause for suspicion. ...Er, right? Here, I'll just go ask him myself!

Virion: Lissa, wait! I don't... you shouldn't... Oh dear. This won't end well.

B Support

Lissa: Hey, Virion. I talked to Chrom; you're clear to send as many pigeons as you want.

Virion: ...With nary a question about the content of my letters? Fascinating. I commend Chrom's openness, but naivete is a troubling trait in general.

Lissa: Pfft! He's not naive, silly. I just invented a little backstory for you. I told Chrom you're writing letters to your dear old ma and pa back home.

Virion: Aristocrats have neither "mas" nor "pas," milady! Such vulgar terms... But tell me-suppose I were actually a spy exposing secrets to the enemy? What would be made of your groundless stories then?

Lissa: Um, wait. Are you confessing to me? Because you don't seem like a spy.

Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, this is truly too much. You and Chrom both, you're...

Lissa: What? Why are you laughing?

Virion: Apologies, dear girl. Your incandescent innocence simply caught me off guard.

Lissa: Watch it, fancy pants! It's "milady," not "girl." I won't stand here and be mocked!

Virion: Perish the thought, milady! I have only the deepest admiration for you. I'm envious, in fact. Men of my elevated station must suspect all who surround them. You and your brother are blessed to live free of such petty intrigues.

Lissa: You DO realize that as a princess I outrank you twenty times over. ...Right?

Virion: Oh, well... yes... *ahem* I suppose you would, wouldn't you? But then royalty has its own kind of shield from many of life's harsher realities. A fact lesser nobles such as myself know only too well! Caught between the huddled masses below and the royal houses above... O onerous fate! Can one of my standing ever know rest?!

Lissa: ...Nope. I still don't see how you have it harder than my brother.

Virion: Er... Yes, well it's a... nuanced thing. A casual observer might agree that leading an army is the greater burden. But to the trained eye, it's quite clear that... You see, um...

Lissa: You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?

Virion: NO! I DON'T! OKAY?! Are you pleased to hear it?! I... *ahem* My apologies. What were we talking about?

Lissa: Your stupid carrier pigeons! Gods, even if you were a spy, it wouldn't matter. Your expressions would more likely confuse the enemy than help them! Anyway, you still haven't told me-what are your dumb letters about, anyway?

Virion: I'm afraid that's priveleged information my dear lady.

Lissa: What?! But after I... Ngaaah!

Virion: Ha ha! Ladies prefer a man with a bit of mystery, my dear Lissa. Though our exchange has been most valuable in its own right...

Lissa: What, you're happy you got to hide something from me?

Virion: No, I learned you trust me! A lady's faith is among the sweetest gifts she can bestow. This has been ever so enlightening, my dear. You have my thanks.

Lissa: Bah, I still think you're full of it!

A Support

Virion: Hmm, it should have returned by now...

Lissa: Waiting for one of your precious carrier pigeons, Virion?

Virion: D-don't be silly, milady! Just enjoying a bit of refined reflection as I bask in the westering sun's ruby light...

Lissa: Oh, sooo I guess you won't be needing this then?

Virion: My pigeon!

Lissa: It flew in through my window. I think the thunderstorm must have frightened the poor thing. Or maybe it just likes me. But since you don't need it, maybe I'll just keep-

Virion: Wait! I... suppose if it's afraid, the humane thing is to restore it to a familiar setting... Perhaps I should take it back. For its sake. Now give Virion the bird like a good lady.

Lissa: Geez, you're WELCOME!

Virion: There! The creature seems calmer already. ...But what's this? A reply tied to its leg?

Lissa: What does it say?

Virion: Mmm, as if you don't already know?

Lissa: What's THAT supposed to mean?

Virion: The bird flew in through your window, my dear. Would you really have me believe you didn't so much as peek at this massive?

Lissa: I didn't! It's the truth.

Virion: Are you daft, girl?! Why ever not?! You'll never hope for a better chance to learn the contents of my correspondence! Why, if I were hatching a plot...

Lissa: You're not hatching anything, birdbrain!

Virion: But... how can you be so sure?

Lissa: Because I am! Because you're Virion and... I trust you. If I'm going to hear about these secret letters, I want it to be from you. I'm not about to violate your privacy to satisfy my idle curiosity.

Virion: How... utterly bizarre. Alluring, yes, but bizarre.

Lissa: What's bizarre?!

Virion: Your trust. As I said before, a lady's faith is a heady thing. Oft too strong a brew for me in times past... But I fear I'm starting to acquire a taste for it.

Lissa: Care to boil that down for me, fancy pants?

Virion: Someday, this new taste may blossom into a full-blown addiction... And on that day, I shall tell you all about my letters.

Lissa: ...SOMEDAY?! Well, if you're going to be such a CHICKEN. I'll just leave you to your PIGEON pal there! When you're ready to talk, you know where to find me. Hmph!

S Support

Lissa: I heard you were looking for me, Virion?

Virion: Ah, there you are, my dear. Yes, there's something I was hoping to discuss. It shouldn't be long now. Just one... Ah ha! Perfect.

Lissa: Oh it's your carrier pigeon! ...Is it carrying a flower?

Virion: Indeed! A common enough specimen where I come from.

Lissa: It's beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a blossom quite like it.

Virion: Now, we just take the stem... and wind it back around, through the leaves...

Lissa: Oh! You made it into a ring!

Virion: Just so. In the language of flowers, this particular blossom means "eternal love." It's frequently given out at weddings in my country.

Lissa: Eternal love... How wonderful.

Virion: It's... for you, milady.

Lissa: Aw, really?

Virion: Of course. ...And this as well.

Lissa: But wait, that's... This is... Virion, this is a real ring.

Virion: A humble gift for the woman whose trust has become my fondest addiction.

Lissa: Are you asking to... marry me?

Virion: If you would stoop so low to have me. Though naturally, if you object, I-

Lissa: No! Of course I don't object. It's just...

Virion: Just... what?

Lissa: What were all those damned letters about?!

Virion: Oh, yes. ...That.

Lissa: If you said this day ever came, you would tell me.

Virion: So I did. Very well- here. Read one for yourself.

Lissa: "My sweet Virion: I was overjoyed at your last letter. I hope the flower arrives intact! Your father and I are eager to meet her as soon as circumstances allow." Wait, this IS from your parents! So the story I told Chrom was...

Virion: Actually the truth, yes.

Lissa: You big jerk! You lectured me about spies and lying and... and... and everything!

Virion: I lectured you for telling groundless stories, my dear. A subtle but important difference. I never said your groundless story wasn't accurate.

Lissa: Unbelievable! ...But wait. I still don't understand. Why all the secrecy?

Virion: Because it's... well, embarrassing A proud aristocrat, staking his life in a just and noble war, writing home to Mother?

Lissa: I think it's gallant! What greater reason to fight is there than love of family? In fact, when I told the story to Chrom, I thought how nice it'd be if it WAS true... Beside... I accept you, Virion, just the way you are. And yes, I accept your proposal, too.

Virion: You'll wear the ring?

Lissa: Proudly. As a symbol of my trust in you, Virion. ...And our love.