Robin/Supports (female)

This page contains all data pertaining to the female Avatar's supports in Fire Emblem Awakening.

Chrom

C Support

Chrom: Finished training for today, Avatar?

Avatar: With combat practice, yes. But I thought I might review a few battle histories...

Chrom: You should relax a bit. Put your feet up. Experienced soldiers rest when they can. On a campaign like this, you never know when the next battle might break out.

Avatar: Heh, so I've noticed. With all that's happened recently, we've barely had time to even eat.

Chrom: It's been a tough road, to be sure. And it's only going to get harder.

Avatar: I do try and rest when I can, though. A lady needs her beauty sleep, after all.

Chrom: Er...

Avatar: ...What? Did I say something?

Chrom: Er, no... No, it's nothing. It's just that... Well, I just didn't consider you the type to care after beauty and such... I suppose I've never really thought of you as a lady.

Avatar: Excuse me?!

Chrom: No! I mean—I didn't mean—not like that! That is to say, a "lady," per se... Er... You know, how you fight and strategize, and... Not to say a lady can't fight, but... Gods, this is coming out all wrong.

Avatar: My goodness, Chrom. You're the scion of a noble family, aren't you? Didn't they teach you manners at your fancy schools growing up?

Chrom: Oh, gods, yes. Of course they did. We spent a whole term on etiquette.

Avatar: Perhaps you could use another term, this time on how to talk with a lady.

Chrom: It's just my image of a lady is someone so prim and proper... perfumed, and pretty... Nothing like you at all! When I look at you, I just don't see a "lady." Does that— ...Er, Avatar? What... What are you doing with that rock?

Avatar: I'm thinking a sharp blow to the head might help fix your eyesight.

Chrom: N-no, wait! It was just a joke! Ha ha... ha? ...Gotta go!

Avatar: I don't believe it. The little craven actually ran away! What kind of manners... Sheesh... Oh, well. Perhaps it's only fair. It's not like I think of him as a gentleman, let alone some fancy noble.

B Support

Chrom: Hey, Avatar? ...Avatar! Are you in here?! Avatar! ...HELLO? I HAVE A QUESTION ABOUT OUR NEXT MOVE!

Avatar: Chrom?! I-is that you? Er, if you could just wait outside, I'll just be a moment...

Chrom: What? Come on in? ...Gods, why is it so steamy in here? Did someone leave—

Avatar: KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Chrom: Ah, there you are. I can hardly see a thing through all this blasted steam... Anyway, I wanted to consult with you on tomorrow's march. You see... ...... Er, is there any special reason you aren't wearing any clothing?

Avatar: Chrom? Rather than stand there like a slack-jawed village idiot... PERHAPS YOU COULD WAIT OUTSIDE LIKE I ASKED?!

Chrom: But, I... You... Oh gods, I'm SO sorry! I didn't mean to! That is to say—

Avatar: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!

Chrom: R-right! Absolutely! Straightaway! I'll, er, wait outside the tent.

(Time passes)

Avatar: All right, you! What sort of idiot blunders straight into the women's bathing tent?!

Chrom: I'm sorry! Very, very sorry! I misheard you, I swear it. I had no intention of peeping!

Avatar: *Sigh* ...Just... Fine. Apology accepted. Now what was so damned important?

Chrom: Oh, er. I was hoping you could offer some advice on tomorrow's route.

Avatar: Fine. What are the options?

Chrom: Well, according to this map, one route is this steep trail through the hills. Or we could circle the hills and follow the main road across the plain. I imagine either would work but wanted to see if you had a preference.

Avatar: Hmm... I'd say the path through the hills. The main road would be easier, but we'd be more exposed if we encountered foes.

Chrom: Right... That's what I was thinking. Thanks for the advice. And, er... Yes! Well, that's it, I guess! So... yes. Bye.

Avatar: Good-bye.

Chrom: ...And Avatar? I'm really sorry about the bath thing. I honestly didn't mean to catch you like that.

Avatar: It's fine. Water under the bridge. Let's forget about it and move on.

Chrom: Er, right. Yes. Good idea. So! I'll catch you later? Argh, no! I mean, I'll SEE you later! ...ARGH! NO! I mean... Good-bye!

A Support

Chrom: I feel so awkward around Avatar. Ever since that bathing tent run-in... *sigh* Whenever I end up alone with her, I'm just frozen in embarrassment. Argh, what should I do? I've never had this problem before. ...Ah, I know: a bath! Yes, perhaps a nice hot bath is just the thing for my nerves... I'll have a soak and then find Avatar for a relaxed conversation, like always.

(Time passes)

Avatar: Let's see... The lances and axes are kept around here somewhere... I'll just take a quick inventory and see if any need repairs or replacing... Somewhere... around here... Ah, here—the arms storage tent, I presume? All right then, I'll just head in and— AAAAAAGGGGGGHHH!

Chrom: Avatar?! Where'd you come from?

Avatar: KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Chrom: Blazes, what are YOU screaming for? If anyone should be screaming it's me, isn't it? You aren't supp—OUCH! Ow! Stop it! Stop throwing things! Hey, that's sharp! Don't—YEOWCH!

Avatar: ARGH! Have you NO shame?! Noble or not, you should AT LEAST wear a towel when you address a lady!

Chrom: B-but, you—OW!—you were the one who walked in on me!

(Time passes)

Avatar: ...I... I'm sorry, Chrom.

Chrom: Are we done throwing things?

Avatar: I think. ...I don't know what happened. Something just snapped and...

Chrom: Well, no harm done. The gods' justice, perhaps, for my earlier blunder! Ha ha!

Avatar: Well, anyway, thanks for being so good natured about it all. I feel terrible about that soap dish. How's your ear doing?

Chrom: Better. It still stings a little, but better. In any case, look on the bright side: we've seen each other naked now, right? So I guess we've got nothing left to hide. In a way, we're closer than ever.

Avatar: Not the most appropriate way for a man and woman to get to know each other... But... I suppose as long as nobody else knows...

Chrom: Ha ha! It's like we're partners in crime sharing an unsavory past! Anything that brings us closer will make us stronger on the battlefield. Just you wait.

Avatar: Partners in crime? Heh heh, I like the thought of that. Well, partner, your secret's safe with me...

S Support

Avatar: Chrom! Just the man I wanted to see. We need to talk.

Chrom: *Gulp* Avatar?!

Avatar: It's about the route you drew up for tomorrow's march. I was looking at the map and I noticed... Chrom? Are you listening to me?

Chrom: Er, oh. Of course! ...Actually, no. I kind of had something to... do.

Avatar: Chrom, you're acting very strange. Are you hiding something from me?

Chrom: H-hide? You mean, HIDE hide? Oh, gods, no! N-nothing at all... Nope.

Avatar: Then why are you fidgeting like you've got a squirrel in your pantaloons?

Chrom: I-I'm not fidgeting! I'm perfectly relaxed. ...And, er, normal.

Avatar: And refusing to meet my eye? Listen, Chrom. Didn't you say that we're close friends, with no secrets between us? Didn't you mean that?

Chrom: N-no! I mean, yes! I mean... I swear, it's not like that!

Avatar: *Sigh* I know you've been avoiding me recently. And I'd like to know why, Chrom. I think I deserve an explanation. Please. I can't go on pretending there's nothing wrong. Do you dislike my company now?

Chrom: D-dislike you?! Egads, Avatar, of course I don't dislike you! Nothing could be further from the truth.

Avatar: Then why are you avoiding me?

Chrom: Er...

Avatar: Chrom?

Chrom: D-don't look at me like that... It's just that... we've been fighting a lot together. We're always side by side. At first, I thought of you as an ally, then a comrade, and finally a friend. I've felt the bonds of trust grow between us, stronger and stronger. And then I realized... you were more than just a friend.

Avatar: ...What do you mean?

Chrom: I mean I care about you, Avatar. As a man, and you as a woman.

Avatar: Chrom, we can't possibly—

Chrom: Wait, please! You've made me come this far, and now I'm going to say my piece.

Avatar: ...But when you're worked up like this, you might say something you regret.

Chrom: I don't care! I've tried to keep this bottled up, and I can't do it anymore. I'm going to tell you how I feel, even if your head explodes in embarrassment.

Avatar: O-kay?

Chrom: All right, deep breath... FHOOOOOO! ...Hold... and out... HAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Once more... FHOOOOOOOOO! Holding... holding... and out... HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Right, I'm set now. Here goes. Prepare yourself, because I'm going to say it!

Avatar: ...Then say it already!

Chrom: Avatar... I'm in love with you.

Avatar: ...Oh.

Chrom: I have been from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. I just didn't realize it until the last little while. Avatar: ......

Chrom: Look, I know this is sudden and I'm coming on like a wyvern in heat. But I'm not trying to force you into a decision, believe me. Whatever your answer, I shall abide by it—no matter how painful. And come what may, we'll always be friends. That I promise.

Avatar: This is... I'm sorry, Chrom, but this is impossible. The general and his chief tactician? It just... It wouldn't be right. Our first responsibility must be to the soldiers we lead, not to each other. You understand that, don't you?

Chrom: Yes, I do.

Avatar: But someday this war will end. We'll emerge victorious and bring peace back to the world. And when that happens, we'll be free to follow our hearts.

Chrom: ...OUR hearts?

Avatar: Yes... because I love you as well.

Chrom: You do? But that's... but that's... Wonderful! Ah ha ha ha! This is the best day of my life! Avatar... listen to me...

Chrom (Confession): You are the wind at my back, and the sword at my side. Together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world, just you and me.

Lissa

C Support

Lissa: Avatar? Where aaare yooou?

Avatar: ...Zzz...

Lissa: There you are! I was just... Oh! (You're sleeping...?)

Avatar: Snnrk! Zzzzzzz...

Lissa: (You must really be wiped out. Not that I blame you, getting wrapped up in all this.) (Hee hee! Looks like it's time to quiiietly...geeently...hold your nose!)

Avatar: Nh...gnnkh...nnrrrgh...! BWARGH! Wha—?! Risen! Wolves! Risen riding wolves! They're...all... Wait a moment...

Lissa: Hee hee hee hee hee! AAAAH ha ha ha ha! "BWARGH"?! Oh gods, that was HILARIOUS! Heeeee hee hee hee hee!

Avatar: Lissa, gods bless it... I was fast asleep!

Lissa: And dreaming of Risen and wolves, apparently? Tee hee hee! I'm sorry, I tried to resist—I really did. But it was just to perfect!

Avatar: Who does such things? Is that really how your parents raised you?!

Lissa: ...I...I don't know... I never really knew my parents...

Avatar: Oh... Oh, right. That was... Er...

Lissa: Oh, don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean anything by it. And actually, there's something else that I should be apologizing for...

Avatar: Whatever it is, I'm sure I can forget it if you can forgive my heartless comment...

Lissa: Really? That's great! Oh, I was SO sure you were going to be SO angry... See, I was kinda doodling a pic of you in your big, new book of battle strategies... ...Aaand then I kinda spilled the ink and kinda...ruined the book, kinda...completely. Ireallyreallyreallydidn'tmeanto!

Avatar: WHAT?! But that was a rare text! I had just started to... ...Er, *ahem* I mean... It's... It's fine. Accidents...happen.

Lissa: Oooh pheeew!

B Support

Avatar: Phew! I am beat...

Lissa: All tuckered out, Avatar? How about a quick, refreshing shoulder rub?

Avatar: ...What are you plotting now?

Lissa: Oh, please. One little joke, one little time and you get all paranoid. This isn't about pranking anybody. I figure I owe you...

Avatar: How do you figure?

Lissa: Because you've taken a huge weight off my brother's shoulders, silly! You know what Chrom's like. He never asks for help, even when he needs it. But he trusts you, Avatar. Enough to rely on you. He's not the type to come out and say it, but I know he's grateful.

Avatar: You...think so?

Lissa: I know so! Nobody knows my big brother like me.

Avatar: Well, that is nice to hear...

Lissa: So, what do you say? Free massage? Going once... Gooooooing twiiice...

Avatar: Okay, I accept! I accept! ...Thanks, Lissa.

Lissa: Okay then... Urgh! Geez, your muscles are just one big knot back here...

Avatar: ...Aaaaaah, yes, right there... Oooh, that feels amazing...

Lissa: How about...this?

Avatar: WhaAAAAGH! Cold! Cold and slimy and coooooold! AUGH! IT MOVED! WHAT DID YOU DO, LISSA? WHAT IN BLAZES WAS THAT?!

Lissa: Teee hee hee hee! Oh, relax. It's just a frog. You were so perfectly calm, tee hee. I couldn't resist! It had to be done!

Avatar: I'm pretty sure it did NOT! And weren't you just saying yesterday that frogs make you "all pukey"?

Lissa: I'm willing to put up with a lot for the sake of comedy.

Avatar: Well, that makes one of us!

A Support

Lissa: Hey there, Avatar.

Avatar: Get away from me, she-devil!

Lissa: Aw, don't go getting your hackles up! I'm not here to prank you.

Avatar: Ha! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...don't talk to me again.

Lissa: Hee hee! Aw, come on! ...Wait, are you really mad?

Avatar: Of course I'm mad! You dumped a toad down my collar.

Lissa: I'm pretty sure that was a frog...

Avatar: I'm pretty sure I don't care!

Lissa: Okay, okay! I'm sorry, Avatar! I'm super-duper 100 percent sorry. And I won't do it anymore, so please be my friend again. Okay?

Avatar: ...You're really sorry?

Lissa: Terribly!

Avatar: And you SWEAR you won't do it again?

Lissa: Princess's honor!

Avatar: ...Well...all right. In that case I suppose I can forgive you... Let's just shake hands and put this silliness behind us.

Lissa: Thanks, Avatar! You're the bes... AAAAAUGH! Wh-what is that, in your hand?! Is it a sna... A sn-n-n...

Avatar: A snake? Oh, no, Lissa. I'm pretty sure this is a worm. ...Gotcha!

Lissa: Gya! I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat! You're terrible, Avatar! AND a total hypocrite!

Avatar: Uh huh... Why don't you show me what's in YOUR hand, then.

Lissa: O-oh! What? ...This? Hee he... Why, how did this frog get here?

Avatar: ...Sorry, you were saying something about hypocrites?

Lissa: Aw, it's no fun if you see it coming!

Avatar: I'd have to be blind not to at this point.

Lissa: Oooooo! Next time I'm gonna prank you good!

Avatar: And next time I'll seriously stop talking to you.

Lissa: What?! Oh...fiiiine! Fine! I guess I'll stop. For real this time. *Sigh* Guess I still have a long way to go...

Avatar: Till you grow up?

Lissa: No, to the pond! ...I've got about a dozen frogs to put back.

Avatar: *Groooaaan*

Frederick

C Support

Frederick: Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Avatar. ...Again!

Avatar: Ready!

(Time passes)

Frederick: That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The pace of your progress is remarkable.

Avatar: *Huff, huff* Th-thanks... I feel like...I've got the basics *huff* down now... But... S-so tired... *huff* I think I'm dying...

Frederick: Ha! You're exaggerating! Or at least I pray so. Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battlefield.

Avatar: I suppose...but I'm exhausted nonetheless... But you... You've hardly broken a sweat?

Frederick: I should certainly hope not. If a little training winded me, I would be in no shape to serve Chrom.

Avatar: Well, I'm impressed. You must train hard to build such endurance.

Frederick: Well, I awaken before dawn each day to build the campfires... Then, whenever we march, I scout the trail ahead, removing rocks and such... Wouldn't do to have someone turn an ankle mid-campaign, now would it?

Avatar: (So that's why... I always thought it was just a fixation with pebble collecting...)

Frederick: Beg pardon, did you say something?

Avatar: Er, nothing important! But I owe you for this training session, so let me help you with tomorrow's fire. It'll be a snap with my magic. Find a tree, hit it with a lightning bolt, and presto!

Frederick: ...Instant forest fire.

Avatar: Oh! Well, yes, I suppose that...could happen... In any case, I do still owe you a favor. Whatever you like—name it and it's yours. You needn't decide today, of course. Think it over for the next time we meet.

Frederick: I am unaccustomed to asking favors, but if you insist, I shall find something.

B Support

Frederick: Hello, Avatar. I've thought about your previous offer.

Avatar: The favor? Oh, good! What'll it be? Just say the word.

Frederick: I recall seeing you eat bear with great relish shortly after we first met. I should like you to teach me this skill. ...Eating bear, that is.

Avatar: I remember that night! Lissa was in a froth. Said it smelled like...old boots, was it? Wait, so you didn't eat any, either?

Frederick: I fear I've rarely been able to choke down wild game, and bear least of all. But as the war grows harsher, I can no longer afford to be picky. There may come a day when bear is the only food available to us. Best I train to overcome my aversion now, when our situation is not so dire.

Avatar: True, and even the finest knight isn't much use on an empty stomach... All right, then, you're on. Let's get you eating some bear!

Frederick: Yes, I will train till I can consume anything, without concern for taste or decorum. Like an animal, or a savage... Or like you, Avatar.

Avatar: ......

Frederick: Er, Avatar? ...Did I say something wrong?

Avatar: Um, no, nothing. Don't worry about it. So, Frederick. You don't have a problem with more common meats, you you?

Frederick: Beef and pork are fine. I also enjoy a good chicken on occasion.

Avatar: Then let's start simple. Take a bite of this jerky.

Frederick: I shall tear into it with gusto! *munch, munch* BLEAGH! G-gamey! S-so gamey! What... *cough* What IS this?!

Avatar: It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night, in fact! I saved some.

Frederick: Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!

Avatar: Animal or savage, indeed. How rude of him... Guess he wasn't joking about his aversion to bear, though...

A Support

Avatar: Hey there, Freddy Bear! I've got some new cured meat for you to try...

Frederick: I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name. ...And I'm not so gullible as to fall for your bear-jerky trick twice.

Avatar: Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of gaminess. We can take it slow.

Frederick: ...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.

Avatar: All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.

Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...Hmm, excellent so far.

Avatar: Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.

Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...This is...manageable.

Avatar: You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.

Frederick: *Munch, munch*

Avatar: ...By which I mean bear.

Frederick: PFFFFFFFT! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah... It's s-so dark... T-tell Chrom that...

Avatar: Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense déjà vu.

Frederick: I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front lines... My body is ready, Avatar! The next sample, if you please!

Avatar: You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this, Frederick! Open wide!

S Support

Avatar: You did it! You chomped down on that crocodile jerky like it was a candied fig!

Frederick: *Groan* I h-have...you to thank... Giving me...the strength...

Avatar: And last, but certainly not least...

Frederick: W-wild-bear meat?

Avatar: You can do it.

Frederick: *Nibble* ...... *Nibble*

Avatar: You did it, Frederick! You swallowed the whole thing! You've overcome your phobia of bear meat!

Frederick: Thank...you.

Avatar: Er, but you look a little pale. Do you feel all right?

Frederick: I'll be fine. Better than fine, in fact. Thanks to you, I needn't ever battle on an empty stomach. I stand in your debt.

Avatar: Glad to be of service. After all, you have to be in tip-top shape to protect the rest of us.

Frederick: I should tell you that last night, I made a promise to myself... I swore that if I could keep the bear meat down, I would offer you...this.

Avatar: ...Huh? A ring? ...But why?

Frederick: I would like you to be my wife.

Avatar: What?! Oh Frederick... I did NOT see this coming!

Frederick: I was thinking about what would happen if I managed to overcome my weakness. We would have no more reason to spend so much time together. And yet, I cannot bear the thought of leaving your side, Avatar. So after much thought, I determined that I had no choice but to propose.

Avatar: ...I don't know what to say. Except...deciding to marry a girl when you didn't upchuck a mouthful of bear? It might be the most unromantic thing I've ever heard!

Frederick: Well, yes, but...

Avatar: Oh, I don't care, Frederick! I've been in love with you since our first bear dinner!

Frederick: You do me a great honor, milady. You will not regret it, I swear to you!

Frederick (Confession): My heart is yours, milady. I vow to defend you as knight and husband until death should part us.

Virion

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!

Sully

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sully: Then you aren't looking hard enough.

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

Sully: The hell you talking about?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sully: Hmm... Sounds risky.

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

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

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

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

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Sully: Nnngh... Yearrrgh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sully: Hah! Yaaah!

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

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

Avatar: Where? Here?

Sully: Hey! Hands off the merchandise!

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

Sully: Huh?

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

Sully: Skin, huh?

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

Sully: Huh. I guess that makes sense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vaike

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Avatar: ...Vaike? What are you up to out here?

Vaike: Eh? Me? Up to? Nothin'! Har har! Yessir, just a whooole lot of nothin'. Oh, lookie there! Pretty flowers! I sure do love me a pretty flower, don't you? Yep! Love 'em. All of 'em! ...Say what's your favorite flower, Avatar?

Avatar: ...Okay, now I KNOW you're up to something.

Vaike: Har har! Nope, not me! Just lookin' at all them pretty flowers is all. Nice, ain't they?

Avatar: Liar. You're trying to see who's bathing in the spring over there.

Vaike: S-spring? There's a spring? Why, I had NO idea!

Avatar: Don't play dumb with me, Vaike! Now stop leering and get back to camp.

Vaike: Aw, come on! You don't understand! You ain't a man! Sometimes a man's just gotta...see what can be seen, ya know?

Avatar: No. I don't. ...Thank the gods.

Vaike: Right little goody two-shoes, ain't ya? Interrupting my fun just when... Oh, fine. Guess I'm done lookin' at flowers. But don't think you can keep me-Huh? What's that?

Avatar: That's Sully's horse isn't it? Gods, but it's a fierce-looking brute. Do you see how it's glaring at us? It's almost as if it thinks...

Vaike: IT'S GONNA CHARGE! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIFE!

Avatar: B-but I didn't do anything! Gyaaaaaa!

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Vaike: Har! It's the Vaike's lucky day! Sully's horse is dozin' away, and that meddling little-

Avatar: Meddling little...what?

Vaike: Blast! You again? Er, I mean... Oh, look! A four-leaf clover! Lucky me!

Avatar: For that lie to work, you actually need to have a four-leaf clover. You were spying on bathing women again, weren't you?! Don't deny it!

Vaike: I DO deny it! ...Besides, what are YOU doing skulkin' around the bushes?

Avatar: I was helping my friends bathe in peace without some scoundrel leering at them! Now keep your voice down! You might wake up Sully's devil steed.

Vaike: What do you care if it wakes? I'm the one he's got it in for.

Avatar: Not anymore, thanks to you! Ever since that time I caught you snooping, that beast has made me its sworn enemy. If I get within half a league, it's after me like a hound from hell!

Vaike: Har har! So the beast has the evil eye for Madam Goody Two-Shoes herself? There's a word for that... What is it... Tip of my tongue... Oh, I know! ...IRONIC! HAR HAR!

Avatar: Frankly, being tarred with the same brush as you is punishment enough. In any case, neither of us want to be here if that horse wakes up. Come on, let's get back to camp.

Vaike: ...Curses, I truly thought today was going to be the Vaike's lucky... Wait. That evil horse-it's gone!

Avatar: V-Vaike... D-don't turn around... It's right...behind you...

Vaike: It's...b-behind me? ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH! RUUUUUUUN! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S GOOD AND HOLY, RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!

Avatar: WHY MEEEEEEEEE?!

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Avatar: Hey, Vaike. Why the long face?

Vaike: ...Oh. Hello, Avatar. So, uh...I've been thinkin'. The Vaike's caused ya a lot of grief. I feel bad about it.

Avatar: It's not like you to be so introspective. Why does it worry me...

Vaike: Well, I was having a bath-you know, down by the spring-and well... These ladies appeared outta nowhere and started pointin' and laughin' at poor Teach! I was stark naked, with my clothes hung up on the far side of the creek! I reckon they were gettin' revenge for those times I...accidentally spied on 'em.

Avatar: Huh.

Vaike: And that blasted horse was there, grinnin' like a rabid crocodile! It was humiliatin'!

Avatar: Well, that does sound unpleasant. Even if you only have yourself to blame. One might even call it... Oh, what's the word? Ah, yes: ironic! In any case, can we please assume that you've finally learned your lesson?

Vaike: Yeah, now that I know what it's like to be the victim, the Vaike's spyin' days are over.

Avatar: Good. I think when you look back on this later, you'll be glad it happened. But, come. No use moping about what's done. The Shepherds need their Teach. They need his passion and his willingness to take on anything or anyone, damn the odds!

Vaike: Har har. Now that's the truth! ...You're all right, Avatar. A good friend through and through.

Avatar: You...consider me a friend?

Vaike: Darn right! You're in the Vaike circle of trust. Not many folk earn that privilege! ...But now that we're friends and all, that means we can ask each other favors.

Avatar: Favors? Well, I suppose if there's something-

Vaike: I've given up spying, but I owe those girls a good scare! No one makes a mockery of Teach and gets away with it! So put your thinkin' cap on and brew up some kinda revenge scheme, okay? Maybe some way to dump puddin' on their heads or somethin'.

Avatar: Pudding, Vaike? Honestly?

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Vaike: Aw, snakebellies! Where could it have gotten to? If I don't find it soon...

Avatar: What's all the fuss about, Vaike? Have you lost something?

Vaike: WAH! Avatar! Why're ya always sneakin' up on me like that?! Um, yeah, I lost somethin'. It's a pouch of, uh, herbs! ...Yeah, that's it.

Avatar: ...Okay, now tell me what you REALLY lost, and perhaps I can help.

Vaike: It's, er... Well, how do I put it? It's a round thing with a hole in the middle. All glittery.

Avatar: Hm. Any other identifying characterist... Vaike? What is it? You've gone deathly pale!

Vaike: D-don't look now... B-b-b-behind you...

Avatar: Behind ME? You don't mean... AAAAAAAAARRRGH! IT'S THE HORSE! THE EQUINE FROM HELL! SAVE US! SAVE US ALL FROM ITS... ...Huh? He's not charging. He's not even mad. He's...nuzzling me. Wait, he has something in his mouth!

Vaike: Hey, that's...

Avatar: A ring. A beautiful, glittery ring... This is what you were looking for, isn't it?

Vaike: Er, yeah.

Avatar: Well, isn't this lucky? You found your ring. Is it new? I don't remember ever seeing you wear it. Or maybe...it's meant for someone else? Someone...special to you...

Vaike: Well, er...it's actually for you.

Avatar: ...Me?

Vaike: Yep.

Avatar: Gracious!

Vaike: It's just... I got to thinkin' how enjoyable it's been hangin' around with you. Stumblin' around in the bushes, fleein' that devil horse, all the witty banter... The Vaike ain't had that much fun since I was an anklebiter back home! So I said to myself, "Vaike, you should marry this girl before she gets snapped up!"

Avatar: I...don't know what to say, Vaike. I'm overwhelmed... When I first saw the ring and thought you had a special someone... Well, my heart leapt into my throat. ...Because I've grown quite fond of you. I can't tell you how thrilled I am that this ring is meant for me!

Vaike: So you'll say yes? You'll marry me?! YIPPEEEEEE! Dash it, Avatar, I'll have to give that horse a big, slobbery kiss of gratitude!

Avatar: Heh, shouldn't I get one, too? ...Preferably BEFORE the horse!

Vaike (Confession): This has gotta be the first time I've ever rated someone ELSE first! Is this love? The Vaike is stunned.

Stahl

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Avatar: Now, what would he want more than anything? Hmm... Maybe a sword? Wait, what am I thinking? He already owns the most treasured sword of all...

Stahl: Heya, Avatar! You thinking up a birthday present for old man Chrom?

Avatar: He's hardly "old," Stahl... but yes, I am. And to be honest, I'm at a bit of a loss for ideas.

Stahl: Ha! Isn't that a pickle!

Avatar: Buying for royalty would be hard enough, but we're in the middle of a war. It'd have to be small, to transport easily with the caravan, and nothing excessive...

Stahl: Yeah, cheap is good. Chrom's never been much for gold and glitter, anyway. I was actually thinking of brewing up a special concoction for him.

Avatar: You mean like a potion or tonic? I didn't know you dabbled in such!

Stahl: My father is an apothecary, and he taught me the trade.

Avatar: Homemade gifts are always the best! Would that I possessed any such talents...

Stahl: Er, say. My ingredients are quite costly, and difficult to find in the wild...

Avatar: Perhaps I could gather them?

Stahl: Yes, exactly! Then the present could be from both of us.

Avatar: Perfect! We can solve both our problems in one fell swoop.

Stahl: Then it's a deal!

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Avatar: Chrom loved the gift, Stahl! Thanks so much for letting me chip in.

Stahl: Not at all- I should be thanking YOU. I doubt I could hafe afforded everything without your fat purse!

Avatar: Oh, come now. Don't think I'll fall for that old trick... You helped me and just made it seem like I was helping you. I don't know how you do it, but I'm grateful nonetheless!

Stahl: Heh. I guess I've always been good at reading people. Even when I was young, I could tell what folks wanted before they even said it. It's not much of a secret ability, but it's the only one I've got!

Avatar: On the contrary, I think being sensitive to others is a precious skill indeed.

Stahl: I don't know if I'm sensitive, exactly. I just find it easy to read people. You'd be amazed how much you can read from a face, if you know what to look for.

Avatar: And you can always read these thoughts?

Stahl: Absolutely!

Avatar: Stahl, that's a remarkable talent! Truly.

Stahl: Ha! Not at all! It's just the coping mechanism of an overly dull man.

Avatar: Reading thoughts from faces or gestures? That's every bit as impressive as magic. I bet you're always one step ahead of your rivals, on the battlefield and off.

Stahl: Hmm... I guess it has saved my skin a time or two.

Avatar: Like how you read my mind hen I was wondering what to get Chrom...

Stahl: Er, actually, that time, I just overheard you talking to yourself.

Avatar: Was I? Oh! Ah ha ha...

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Stahl: *Sigh*

Avatar: What's wrong, Stahl? You sound a bit down?

Stahl: Well, I apparently need to practice, then! It was supposed to be a sigh of relief. Some friends were in a bit of a row, but I managed to calm the waters.

Avatar: You're always doing things like that, aren't you? Helping others with their problems. Most of us are too busy looking after ourselves, but you always find the time.

Stahl: Well, in a way it was for my own sake. Troubled folkes make me uncomfortable. When I see friends fighting, my first instinct is to intervene and restore the peace.

Avatar: Ha! And now you're acting humble and deflecting praise from yourself.

Stahl: Er, sorry. Is that annoying?

Avatar: Not annoying, no. But you should stand up for yourself from time to time, to. For example, you could start by telling people that today is your birthday.

Stahl: Huh? You knew?

Avatar: I found out, yes, but not from you! Friends should be able to tell each other that much. War may be raging around us, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun sometimes.

Stahl: I suppose...

Avatar: You spend so much time looking after other people that someone has to look after you. And I've decided that someone is going to be me! So, here. Have a couple of fried fig cakes in honor of your birthday.

Stahl: Aw, my favorite! Thanks, Avatar. You're a true friend.

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Avatar: Ah. You did it again.

Stahl: Did what again?

Avatar: Scratched your nose. You've got something you want to ask me, don't you?

Stahl: How did you know?

Avatar: Oh, I've been doing a bit of observing of my own, trying to read faces. After you described your special talent, I realized how useful it could be.First thing I learned is that you scratch your nose before you ask for anything.

Stahl: Ha! You'd think I'd know my own tells, but I guess not...

Avatar: So? What is it? You shouldn't be shy about asking me for anything. You've helped me so much, I'd love a chance to return the favor.

Stahl: Er...right. Guess I'll ask.

Avatar: I'm all ears.

Stahl: Well, I, um... got this ring for you. And... I want you to wear it.

Avatar: Why?

Stahl: ...Because I love you.

Avatar: What?! Gods, I had no idea!

Stahl: Oh, heh heh. I was kind of hoping you'd picked up on my cues...

Avatar: I guess we're even then.

Stahl: What do you mean?

Avatar: Look at me, Stahl. Look at my face.

Stahl: Er, okay. I'm looking...

Avatar: Can you see what I'm thinking?

Stahl: ...Yes. Yes I can! You're happy!

Avatar: Exactly! See, if you'd have paid more attention, you'd have seen-

Stahl: ...That you're in love with me, too.

Avatar: Recently you've been avoiding my gaze. It was... Well, it was horrible, frankly.

Stahl: Oh, you noticed? I'm sorry. I guess I just got bashful around you.

Avatar: But if you'd seen my eyes, you'd have known the answer was yes before you even asked!

Stahl: Oh, Avatar, even a blind man could see you've made me so happy!

Stahl (Confession): My lady, I may never take my eyes off you again. Unless I'm about to run into a wall.

Miriel

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Miriel: ...How discomposing.

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

Miriel: A minor contusion. Benign.

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

Miriel: Unhand that, madam!

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

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

Avatar: Miriel?

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

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

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

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

Miriel: What is the impetus for your inquiry?

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

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

Avatar: Um, did I say something strange?

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

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

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

Miriel: Is this the object in question?

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

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

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

Miriel: ...Ah, yes. Here is the passage in question: "On all objects there acts a force which pulls them ever groundward. Though invisible and without apparent cause, it exists nonetheless. I posit that it is by this principle we remain rooted to the ground." ... Most intriguing!

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

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

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

Miriel: Wah!

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

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

Avatar: Er, sorry...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miriel: Thank you.

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

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

Avatar: Me? Why me?

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

Avatar: Miriel? Are you still talking to me?

Miriel: I am now, yes.

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

Miriel: I can if you wish it.

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

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

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

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

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

Miriel: Fascinating...

Kellam

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

Kellam: Claim what is a ghost?

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

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

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

Kellam: Goodness! Like what?

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

Kellam: It's not a ghost.

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

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

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

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

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

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Avatar: La de dah de dum... ♪ Shanty Pete danced on a barrel of rum... ♪ Oh, hullo?! Where did this drink come from?...Kellam, are you there?

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

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

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

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

Kellam: Um, yes. Sorry... again...

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

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

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

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

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

Kellam: Sorry!

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

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

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

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

Avatar: It's for you, Kellam.

Kellam: Avatar! Y-you saw me!

Avatar: The trick is to squint and look sideways. I've been working on it here and there.Anyway, you're always so helpful to everyone else, I wanted to return the favor.

Kellam: ...Thanks.

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

Kellam: Gosh, you really are good to me, Avatar. I know I said I don't do it for thanks, but it IS nice to hear...especially from you. ...Well, guess I'll be going now.

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

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

Avatar: ..Oh, right. Of course I knew that. It's just that you gave this enigmatic smile, turned to the left, and then...disappeared! Almost as if you'd achieved enlightenment and transcended this mortal plane!

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

Avatar: Ha ha. Yes, well.perhaps I've read a few too many morality plays as of late. In any case, forget the axes for now--everyone is waiting to see you.

Kellam: Me?...But why?

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

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

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

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

Avatar: Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!

Kellam: That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha? ...Avatar? Why are you backing away from me like that...?

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

Kellam: Um, I suppose so...

Avatar: When you got out of your seat and disappeared into thin air? Half of them believed me when I said you'd transcended the mortal plane! Heh ha!

Kellam: Yes...

Avatar: Oh, but listen to me natter away! I'm not letting you get a word in edgewise! ...Er, I'm not boring you, am I?

Kellam: Golly, no. Not at all. I like you, and I like hearing you talk... I could listen to the sound of your voice all day long...

Avatar: Oh, well, thank you, Kellam. ...Hey, wait a sec! Wh-what do you mean, "like" me?! As in, Like like?

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

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

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

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

Kellam: Do you like it?

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

Kellam: I sure hope you do!

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

Kellam: It's all right. I'll grab your ankle before you get too high. That is, if you really DO want to stick around and... be my wife.

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

Kellam: I'm glad you found me, Avatar. Not many people have, you know.

Avatar: You won't have to worry about being missed, ever again. No matter where you go or what you do, I'll be there, watching you. And what I'll see is my friend, and my one true love.

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

Kellam (Confession): You make me feel like I'm really here. Like I mean something. I'm yours... forever.

Sumia

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Avatar: That's a lot of books you've got there, Sumia. Are you going to read all of them?

Sumia: Oh, hello, Avatar! Yes, this IS a lot of books, isn't it? Someone threw them out of a wagon, so I figured I'd give them a good home.

Avatar: What a good idea! I always find it relaxing to do a little light reading in the evening.

Sumia: Oh, you can borrow some if you want? I certainly can't read them all at once.

Avatar: You don't mind?

Sumia: Of course not! Here, which one looks good?

Avatar: I'm not sure. What do you recommend?

Sumia: Let's see... Ooh, this one looks like a real page-turner! "Shanty Pete and the Haunted Pirates"!

Avatar: Er, thank you, but I don't like to read scary stories before bed.

Sumia: Oh, of course. Well, what about... "A Simpleton's Guide to Pegasus Care"?

Avatar: I'm not really that into animal nonfiction...

Sumia: Well, maybe third time's the charm. Let's see now... Oh, this looks great! "Wyvern Wars: Terror at High Noon"!

Avatar: ... Do you perhaps have anything a bit more... literary?

Sumia: ...Oh, pegasus poop! I'm USELESS at this! Useless, useless, useless! Just pick her out a book, Sumia! It's so easy, Sumia! But noooooo! I'm too... darn... USELESS! *Sniff* Waaaaaaaaaah!

Avatar: Oh goodness! Please don't cry! I didn't mean to imply... A-actually, did you say "Wyvern Wars"? I've always wanted to read that one! I mean, it has terror at high noon and everything, right? You, uh, can't beat that...

Sumia: *Sniff* R-really? You want that one? Oh, I'm so happy... I hope you like it!

Avatar: (Pretty sure I have to at this point...)

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Avatar: Here's that book I borrowed, Sumia. It was actually pretty interesting. The encounter at high noon was epic! I stayed up far too late reading it.

Sumia: Oh, I'm so glad you liked it! I'll bump it to the top of my pile.

Avatar: So, what are you reading now?

Sumia: "Ribald Tales of the Faith War."

Avatar: I've never heard of it. Is it a novel?

Sumia: Yes. It's roughly based on historical events, but all the characters are made up. And there's lots of... Well, ribald parts. But I suppose that's obvious.

Avatar: You don't say?

Sumia: Do you like novels, Avatar? Or are you more of a nonfiction type?

Avatar: Novels are good. Although I suppose I read a little bit of everything.

Sumia: Oh, I just LOVE a good novel! I get so caught up in them I sometimes forget my own sad little life. I can pretend to be knight in shining armor! ...Or maybe an evil mage. Bwa ha ha!

Avatar: I know what you mean. I always feel a bit sad when a good story comes to an end.

Sumia: Oh, I know. Then it's back to reality for Sumia! Back to sad, sad reality... Er, but then I think about the next story and get excited all over again!

Avatar: So then? What are you planning to read next?

Sumia: "Mad Tales of a Bloodthirsty Falcon Knight"! ...Volume one. Of thirty-seven.

Avatar: Oh. Well, that certainly sounds... like... a thing...

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Sumia: Hold, Avatar! Do you think me insane?!

Avatar: Well, I didn't...

Sumia: For I see that which others cannot! Demons and devils lurk in shadows dark!

Avatar: A-are you feeling all right, Sumia? Perhaps I should summon a healer...

Sumia: ...What? Hee hee! Oh, no. I'm fine! See, I'm reading a new book. I was just pretending to be the heroine. Her name was Madame Shambles, and she sees what others cannot in shadows dark! Anyway, I've been saying her lines to try and get inside her head and be more like her. ...Do you think that's weird?

Avatar: Yes, it's actually very weird.

Sumia: Oh, pegasus dung! I was worried it might be. But see, I thought if I could act like her, I'd maybe become less of a clod.

Avatar: You don't need to pretend to be someone else, Sumi. You're perfect as you are! ...Well, maybe not perfect. But pretty good. Anyway, if you did end up changing, we'd lose the Sumia we know and love.

Sumia: R-really? Gosh, I never figured anyone would give two hoots. But if YOU'D miss me, Avatar...

Avatar: Of course I would!

Sumia: Well, alright then! My next book will be about a girl who's clumsy and plain like me!

Avatar: Er, I think you're missing the point of-

Sumia: Ooh, wait! Look at this one! "The Princess Who Fell Down the Stairs"! It's PERFECT!

Avatar: Yes... Yes, I suppose it is.

Lon'qu

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Avatar: Well, Lon'qu. It looks like we're partners for today's training session. You'll go easy on me, won't you?

Lon'qu: Hmph.

Avatar: ...Was that a yes or a no? In any case, let's get on with it.

Lon'qu: ...!

Avatar: Ha! You're as good as they say...

Lon'qu: Thank you.

Avatar: But not even bothering to draw your sword? It comes off as just a bit condescending.

Lon'qu: Swordplay is a man's pursuit. What does a woman know of-WHA-?

Avatar: HYAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Lon'qu: What in blazes are you doing, woman? Why are you... throwing... figs?!

Avatar: If you can't get close to a foe, you must engage him at long range. Basic tactics, really! I'm surprised you'd be unfamiliar with them.

Lon'qu: Well, no matter. It's not as if you'll ever hit me with one...

Avatar: Oooooh, that sounds like a challenge! All right, twinkle toes, dodge this! HIYA! HIYA! HIYA!

Lon'qu: S-stop it! Don't come...any closer! Please...stop tossing...figs!

Avatar: We have to... HIYA!... get close, to... HIYA!... train properly... HIYA!... Just a bit farther...

Lon'qu: ARGH! I won't stand here to be pelted with fruit by a madwoman! I'm leaving!

Avatar: Coward! Get back here!

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Avatar: Hello, Lon'qu. Hey, where'd you get that nasty bruise on your chin?

Lon'qu: ......

Avatar: Ah, right. Fig wound. Sorry about that. ...Gracious, it looks rather swollen.

Lon'qu: I never imagined you'd continue your fruity assault while I slept!

Avatar: But it was the only way I was ever going to hit you...

Lon'qu: And how reckless of you to be sneaking into my tent at night. What if you'd been seen? Imagine what people would've thought!

Avatar: Oh, it's all right. I know exactly when and where everyone sleeps. I made sure I wouldn't be spotted.

Lon'qu: I honestly cannot tell sometimes if you are a genius or a complete dimwit.

Avatar: Well, silly can be cuter than clever, don't you think?

Lon'qu: I... have absolutely no idea what you mean by that.

Avatar: ...Er, yes. I think I was trying to be clever and disproved my own point...

Lon'qu: (Heh.)

Avatar: Wait...did you just laugh?!

Lon'qu: No.

Avatar: Yes you did! I distinctly heard you say "heh."

Lon'qu: Never! You are incapable of provoking so much as a chuckle from me.

Avatar: Oooooooh, THAT sounds like another challenge...

Lon'qu: Damn.

Avatar: Right! The game's afoot! I shall make you laugh one more time, no matter what!

Lon'qu: How do I get myself into these things...

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Lon'qu: Enough, Avatar!

Avatar: What? What's wrong?

Lon'qu: You've been mocking both me and your training. Don't deny it.

Avatar: How so?

Lon'qu: When we spar, you adopt a curious expression and poke me in the ribs.

Avatar: And haven't you noticed how much more relaxed you've been?

Lon'qu: What are you talking about?

Avatar: I'm talking about how I stand close, and you don't even break a sweat.

Lon'qu: ...Gods above... It's true. How could I not notice? What witchcraft is this?!

Avatar: No magic, I swear. Just two comrades-in-arms who've grown accustomed to fighting side-by-side. I'm sorry if my behavior seemed strange, but I was only trying to help. I know all about your phobia of women, so I came up with a plan. I thought if I acted strangely enough, you'd be so distracted, you'd forget all about it!

Lon'qu: Heh. You are a con artist of the highest order...

Avatar: Hey! I made you laugh again!

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Lon'qu: *Cough* *ahem* Er, Avatar? May I have a word?

Avatar: Oh, hello, Lon'qu. Something wrong? It's not like you to initiate a conversation.

Lon'qu: In our recent battle, did you... do something to me? Cast a spell? Slip me a potion?

Avatar: No, of course not... Why do you ask?

Lon'qu: I see... Then this feeling in my heart is from natural causes.

Avatar: Er, Lon'qu, are you feeling all right?

Lon'qu: No, it's frightening... But wonderful... You see, Avatar... It appears that I've grown... quite... fond of you.

Avatar: ...What?

Lon'qu: It's true. These feelings have grown despite my best efforts...

Avatar: It seems my plot to make you laugh had some unforseen consequences.

Lon'qu: I must know-do you share my feelings? Even a little bit?

Avatar: Well, at first, I couldn't stand you...But then... something happened...

Lon'qu: Yes?

Avatar: Amazingly, yes. I... I've come to care for you too, Lon'qu. Deeply.

Lon'qu: Ah. Right then... ....... I am not used to dealing with women. What step should I take next?

Avatar: Er, you could embrace me, I suppose?

Lon'qu: Very well... Like this?

Avatar: Amazing... Your phobia of women is completely gone!

Lon'qu: No. It's just... It's only gone with you.

Avatar: Heh. That might be the greatest compliment I've ever been paid.

Lon'qu: The next step I do know... Will you accept this?

Avatar: You bought me a ring? Wait, so you had planned this planned the whole time?

Lon'qu: For some time, yes. I bought it in town for you a few days past. ...I cannot tell you how hard it was to enter a women's jewelry store.

Avatar: And yet you did it for my sake!

Lon'qu: Never in my worst nightmares did I envision doing doing such a thing for a mere woman... But yes, I did it. For you. I hope you like it.

Avatar: ...A "mere" woman?!

Lon'qu (Confession): I confess... I do have feelings for... Gods, must all these emotions be so vexing?!

Ricken

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Ricken: Hrmmm...

Avatar: Still writing a reply to that letter? You've been staring at a blank page for an hour. Was it bad news? Nothing serious, I hope.

Ricken: No, just an average letter from my parents. "Hope you're well," and all that.

Avatar: Then why are you so strapped for a reply?

Ricken: It's... tricky. I just don't know what to say.

Avatar: There's plenty of things you could write about! Especially after that last battle! Tell them how you dodged one brush with death after the next! Impress them!

Ricken: Are you insane?! The object is to make them worry about me LESS!

Avatar: Oh. Right. Well, why not tell them about that fight against the Risen? Talk about how you tore them limb from limb and flung the pieces to the winds!

Ricken: But I did no such thing! Besides, that would have them worried about me in a whole other way... See the problem? I can't LIE, but if I write about how things really are, they'll worry. And if I write about how much I miss them, that only makes it worse...

Avatar: How about just a few words to let them know you're all right?

Ricken: ...I don't know. Maybe I'll just hold off until I do something that makes them proud.

Avatar: Well, if they could've heard you just now, they already would be.

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Ricken: Hmm...

Avatar: Still haven't written a reply to your parents, have you?

Ricken: Yep. Stuck again. I can't think of the right words to say.

Avatar: You could always just head back.

Ricken: Head back where? Home?

Avatar: Why not? Stop by for a quick visit. Spend some time with your family. I'm not saying to drop everything and go tomorrow, but once things settle down.

Ricken: ...No. I can't go back yet.

Avatar: Why not?

Ricken: I don't know how much you know about me, but I come from an old, respected house. And lately, my family home-and name-has fallen into serious disrepair. So this war is about more than saving the world, at least for me. It's about restoring my family name. And I can't go home until I've done it.

Avatar: That's a lot to put on yourself, Ricken. Your parents are lucky to have you. Hard to imagine such a model son running around dismembering Risen and flinging-

Ricken: Stop with the dismembering already! What kind of monster do you think I am?

Avatar: Ha ha, I'm just teasing. Seriously, though, if you won't visit, you should write. Sparing your parents from worry is part of being a good son, after all.

Ricken: Yeah, I know you're right... Okay, I'll keep it real basic. "Dear Mom and Dad, I hope you're well."

Avatar: "Today I saved the life of my beloved, and the field ran red with the blood of my foes!"

Ricken: 'Today I saved the..." ARRRGH! Will you NOT do that?!

Avatar: I'm helping.

Ricken: YOU ARE NOT!

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Ricken: Hey, Avatar. Would you mind sending this out with the other deliveries?

Avatar: Letter to the family, eh? So did you finally figure out what to write?

Ricken: I just wrote the truth: that I miss them and hope to see them again soon.

Avatar: No tales of glory? No brave words? ...No dismemberment?

Ricken: Hah! Not this time. I guess restoring the family name will have to wait a bit longer. I simply wrote that I've come a long way, but there's still more to be done. Not the greatest news in the world, but better than silence, I guess.

Avatar: But it IS great news! I'm sure it'll put their minds at ease.

Ricken: By telling them how weak I still am?

Avatar: No, by telling them you know your limits and you're working to overcome them. That's a very mature way of thinking. I'm sure they'll be proud.

Ricken: Heh heh! you really think so?

Avatar: I guarantee it! You did great, Ricken. Now get over here!

Ricken: EWWW! Leggo! No noogies! Stop treating me like a kid! Didn't you JUST finish saying how mature I was?!

Avatar: Ha ha! Sorry, it's just that hat and those cute wittle cheeks just begging to be pinc-

Ricken: Come on, knock it off!

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Ricken: Hey, Avatar. Thanks again for your help with that letter home. I kinda got you something by the way of thanks, so... here.

Avatar: Aw, how sweet! A letter for me! Whoa, this is one heavy envelope... What'd you put in here?

Ricken: Open it and you'll see.

Avatar: Rrrrr... Graaagh... Gods above, how much glue did you use here? Got it! ...Oh, look at that shiny stone. Ricken, it's beautiful.

Ricken: It's a precious stone found only on the slopes of the Ghoul's Teeth.

Avatar: Gods, Ricken! You went to that fearsome place all alone? It's crags are filled with bandits and wild beasts of every stripe! Were you hurt? Don't lie to me now!

Ricken: Would you PLEASE stop treating me like a child?!

Avatar: ...Oh... right. I'm sorry.

Ricken: I'm not a boy, Avatar. I'm a grown man. And I need you to believe me when I say that.

Avatar: But why, Ricken? Why is it so important what I think?

Ricken: Because... I'm in love with you. I don't want to be your kid or little brother-I want to be your husband. So if I put that stone on a ring and offered it to you, would you accept it?

Avatar: ...Oh, Ricken. I know you're not a child anymore... I know because I've watched you grow into a remarkable young man. Just as I've watched you grow in my heart... So, yes, Ricken. Yes. Nothing would make me happier than to become your wife.

Ricken: R-really! Do you mean it?!

Avatar: But no more taking ridiculous risks! I'll not have my husband cracking his head open just to prove a point. You hear me, young man?

Ricken: Of course, I... HEY!

Ricken (Confession): I'd throw my arms around you and never let go... Just wait for me to get a little taller... Okay?

Maribelle

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Avatar: Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?

Maribelle: Are you studying, Avatar?

Avatar: Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading up a bit.

Maribelle: Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!

Avatar: Did you just drop by to look down your nose at me, or was there something else?

Maribelle: A noble's nose engages in no such activities! I was sincerely impressed. If my turn of phrase offended, I apologize. Forgive me?

Avatar: Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?

Maribelle: Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.

Avatar: Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting, you know.

Maribelle: 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 that 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.

Avatar: No, I don't object, per se. But... weren't we already friends?

Maribelle: Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Avatar!

Avatar: Heh! You really can be sweet sometimes, Maribelle. Well then, ask away. If I know the answer, I'm happy to tell it.

Maribelle: Oh, lovely! That's very kind. Well, then... Tell me about the quaint customs of the unwashed masses from whence you come? I'm especially interested in this "slang" of which you brutes seem so fond...

Avatar: ...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back before that.

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Maribelle: A question about the material we covered yesterday, Avatar.

Avatar: Ah, you mean about my lessons on the language of the great unwashed?

Maribelle: Precisely, yes. I immediately set about to practice what you'd taught me, but... Well, everyone I spoke to looked askance, or avoided eye contact altogether. Others still contorted with glee, as if they were stifling laughter.

Avatar: Wait, you used that slang? Out loud? In public?

Maribelle: If you hope to communicate with a person, you must first speak their language, no? And the quickest way to internalize new knowledge is to put it into practice!

Avatar: Yeeees, both of those are technically true. But, Maribelle, when we talked, I... Look. The examples I taught you are reserved for intimate friends.

Maribelle: What?! You knew this and didn't tell me? Did you hope to ruin me?! Wait... So when I told Chrom he was "a right sweet bit' a fruit"...? You mean to tell me that was inappropriate?

Avatar: I'm sorry! It was all in good fun! I never thought you'd actually-

Maribelle: One moment. If you taught me this slang, then you must consider us intimate friends?

Avatar: Uh...

Maribelle: I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Avatar, truly. In that case, I ought have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.

Avatar: No, that's... I don't...

Maribelle: Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a bit'a rabbit?

Avatar: MARIBELLE! Stop! Please! I can literally hear everything you stand for screaming and dying in agony! Look, I'll clear things up with everyone. Okay? I'll take the blame. Just please, please, PLEASE promise you'll never talk like that again.

Maribelle: Well, I suppose if it's that important to you...

Avatar: Thank you.

Maribelle: Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!

Avatar: ...Wait a minute. I didn't teach you that. Damnation! Who has done this to you, Maribelle? Who?!

Maribelle: Hm-hm! I'm afraid THAT is my little secret...

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Avatar: Er, Maribelle? I have an idea... Why don't we skip the slang lesson today? Instead, maybe you could teach me about aristoratic life?

Maribelle: Any chance to educate my social inferiors is a chance I will take. Now then! What would you like to know?

Avatar: Well, you hear people talk about a noble bearing, yes? What is that, exactly?

Maribelle: Well, I suppose it begins with learning to stand properly.

Avatar: Am I not really standing now? Because it feels like I'm standing.

Maribelle: You have the posture of a damp noodle! The resolute promise of a soufflé! A noble stands...thusly. The spine forms a straight line. Pretend an invisible thread pulls your head ever skyward. ...Go on, give it a try.

Avatar: Let's see. Straight spine... Invisible thread... Like this?

Maribelle: Why are you jutting you chin out?

Avatar: It happens naturally when I force my head up.

Maribelle: A pauper's intinct! Cast it away!

Avatar: Is this better?

Maribelle: Your shoulders are raised. Lower them and hold your chest high.

Avatar: So like...this?

Maribelle: Yes! Just so! There, now. That wasn't so hard, was it? I say, you're quite the apt pupil, Avatar. With enough practice, you could become a lady fit for the highest court! Well, I may exaggerate. Perhaps one of the more middling courts.

Avatar: You think? Wow, I never-

Maribelle: Then it's settled! I shall make it my personal mission to shape you into a lady of high society. I'll instruct you until you're fit to walk with kings! ...Or at least a baron or two.

Avatar: Er, you really don't have to-

Maribelle: Bup-bup-bup! Nothing is less noble than leaving a task half done! You needn't be shy. We're intimate friends, after all.

Avatar: Wait... This is revenge for the slang incident, isn't it?

Maribelle: Less talking, more walking! ...ARISTOCRATIC walking, please! Then we will work on ballroom dance and how to properly wield a fork!

Avatar: Heeeeelp meeeeeee!

Panne

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Avatar: Er, Panne?

Panne: What?

Avatar: Would you tell me more about the taguel? I barely know a thing about them, and I thought... I mean, if you don't mind...

Panne: I do not.

Avatar: ...Wait, really?

Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?

Avatar: I don't know, I guess I just didn't imagine you saying yes so easily. I was all ready to argue my case. You kind of took the wind out of my sails.

Panne: Is it I who frighten you so, man-spawn? Or the fact I am taguel?

Avatar: N-no, neither! Nothing like that. It's just... I thought you might not take kindly to me asking about your people. I know it was humans like me who killed them, after all.

Panne: Humans like you, yes. But not you. You do not bear the blame for what was done, so do not bear the guilt. Guilt creates distance. If you would learn of my people, cast it aside.

Avatar: All right.

Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.

Avatar: You can hear my heartbeat?

Panne: Lesson one-taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its owner.

Avatar: Heh. Remind me never to play cards against you... Oh, I have a meeting, but I would love to know more... Can we talk again soon?

Panne: Of course. It is nice to find someone who is curious about my people.

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Avatar: So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?

Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-wearers.

Avatar: Woah, I would have loved to see that... I bet they were so cuddly and cute! Er...sorry. I probably shouldn't call a race of proud warriors "cute."

Panne: They were not cute. At least, not like the rabbit-wearers are cute. But then, what is? Nothing.

Avatar: Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these tribes yourself?

Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the same bloody fate as my own people...

Avatar: I... I didn't mean to...

Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another question?

Avatar: Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?

Panne: Taguel eat many things.

Avatar: No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight-I'll cook whatever you want. It was me being nosey that made you sad, right? Let me cheer you back up!

Panne: You are...oddly kind.

Avatar: So, let me guess... Carrot stew?

Panne: ...How did you know?

Avatar: Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean you... Wait, I was right?

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Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?

Avatar: No, Panne, wait! That's not for-

Panne: *Sluuuurp*

Avatar: ...Oh dear. I'm SO sorry, Panne, but I messed up the recipe on that batch. Everybody said it tasted...off. Well, actually they said it tasted like last month's dishwater, but...

Panne: It seems perfectly fine to me.

Avatar: ...You've got to be joking.

Panne: Taguel never joke about food. Nothing seems off here. It tastes exactly the same as every other time you have made it.

Avatar: It does?! You mean, ALL the stews tasted like this to you? And you ate them? Taguel taste buds must not work like ours. ...Or at all.

Panne: Would you mind if I had a bowl?

Avatar: Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch the stuff.

Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Avatar.

Avatar: Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!

Morgan (M)

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Morgan: Oh, Mother! Over here! Come with me a minute!

Avatar: What is it, Morgan?

Morgan: Oh, nothing. It's just... C'mon! I need to talk to you about something.

Avatar: Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?

Morgan: H-here? Er, that's not really... I can just wait, thanks.

Avatar: Are you sure it's nothing urgent?

Morgan: Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back. ...... Okay, all set! Now to lure Father into this pitfall trap... Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take a walk, shall we? Right this way, Father!

Avatar: You're acting very strange, Morgan.

Morgan: (Allllmost... Just a couple more steps...)

Avatar: ...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!

Morgan: Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful in disguising it. It didn't look suspicious at all!

Avatar: True, your work on the pit is first class. But your odd behavior made it obvious. Subterfuge and misdirection are half of any good trap, Morgan.

Morgan: Dang. I'll get you next time! By the way, as long as you're here, mind helping me fill this hole in? If someone fell in by accident, they could really hurt themselves.

Avatar: Wait, how deep did you make it?!

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Avatar: Hmm... Now where did I put it...?

Morgan: Looking for that treatise on tactics, Mother? Blue cover? Fairly thick?

Avatar: Yes. How did you... Waaait a minute.

Morgan: Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?

Avatar: Is that today's challenge, then?

Morgan: It's somewhere in camp-I'll tell you that. You have until sundown today! Though I could give you weeks, and you would never find my diabolical hiding-

Avatar: Found it.

Morgan: WHAT?!

Avatar: It's in that bag you're holding, isn't it?

Morgan: Hmph. ...Fine.

Avatar: Guess I win this round.

Morgan: How did you figure it out so fast?

Avatar: You know me well, Morgan. And that includes knowing how much that book means to me. I knew you'd never hide it anywhere it might be damaged or stolen. So it needed to be somewhere you could keep a close eye on it... yet still concealed.

Morgan: You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was being so clever.

Avatar: All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.

Morgan: Huh?

Avatar: Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic thinking, right?

Morgan: Right!

A Support

Morgan: I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush team from the woods.

Avatar: Then I would move...here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer movement.

Morgan: Crud. You win again.

Avatar: At least it was just pieces on a board. In real life, that would've cost lives. A tactician is responsible for their army's survival, and a single mistake can be fatal. But you cannot allow the pressure of that responsibility to stymie you. Running scenarios like this will help prepare you for anything.

Morgan: Thank, Mother. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-through. But know this--one of these days, I WILL outmaneuver you!

Avatar: Okay, we'll see about that, kiddo. But you're welcome to try me anytime. I'm always happy to accept a challenge. All right then, we're done for today.

Morgan: Okay! See you tomorrow!

Avatar: ...Phew, that was a close one. I was one step shy of getting completely wiped out. I'd hoped that to be an unattainable goal for a little longer so he would push himself. In actuality, I'M the one who needs a push. Better dust off a few of these books myself.