Awakening Supports/Owain Inigo
C Support
Owain:
Shadow DRAAAAAGON!
Inigo:
Ah! If it isn't Owain.
Owain:
Radiant DAAAAAAAAAWN!
Inigo:
And how are you today?
Owain:
Busy! ...Which I would have thought was obvious.
Inigo:
Ah, I'm sorry. Perhaps I'll come back when you're done playing.
Owain:
Hey! This is serious!
Inigo:
Seriously...childish? Seriously...embarrassing?
Owain:
Seriously none of your business! Now leave me alone. ...Seriously.
Inigo:
Sigh.
Owain:
Okay, just stop. You're not even sighing. You're just saying the word "sigh." Maybe that's why all those girls keep turning you down.
Inigo:
You're guaranteed to lose 100% of the jousts you never attend, my friend. Perhaps you should name your next move "Eternal Chastity."
Owain:
Sure, why not? I've got the perfect teacher for it right in front of me!
Inigo:
Why, you little—!
Owain:
What, you want to go? Come on, chump! Have at me! My Shinon Strike will wipe the floor with you!
Inigo:
Few things in life would give me greater satisfaction than to knock you on your rear. ...But one of us has to be the adult here. And it's obviously not going to be you.
Owain:
Yeah, that's right. Walk away. You just keep right on walking. ...Jerk.
B Support
Owain:
Eliwood's...RAAAAAAAAAGE!
Inigo:
Oh, look. The little boy is playing with his dolls again.
Owain:
Do you see a doll here? No, you don't! That's 'cause this is serious business. I'm honing my psyche so I can grapple with nefarious beasts of the night.
Inigo:
Well, at least you'll be grappling with something tonight.
Owain:
Oh, real mature. Now is there a point to this visit, or are you just— H-HEY! Don't read that!
Inigo:
...Is this your diary? It's filled with bad drawings of heroes and their weapons.
Owain:
Don't! The Manual of Justice is more than your mortal eyes can handle!
Inigo:
Oh, that's just adorable! You even named the book and everything! Now let's see what we've got... "Page 1: Owain. When danger nears, his sword hand twitches and his eyes turn red." ...Oh, come now. Really?
Owain:
Give it baaaaaaaaack!
Inigo:
"Every ally hurt within a hundred paces adds a power multiplier..." "At +5, a special move is unlocked that can fell the enemy boss in one hit." Well, that IS impressive! I'm surprised you even need us around, frankly.
Owain:
Why are you doing this to me? We're supposed to be allies!
Inigo:
Let's jump ahead here, shall we? Hmm... How about... "Page 15: The Awesome Catalogue of Ultimate Techniques!" The Axe of Dorcas... The Laguz Leap... Oh, you drew flames around this name! Does that affect the pronunciation?
Owain:
Either stop reading or just stick a sword in me and be done with it.
Inigo:
Oh, please. You're overreacting. Besides, genius of this ilk must be shared. I'll say this: your bizarre fantasy world is certainly...robust. You go all out on everything, Owain. And in a way, I respect that.
Owain:
...R-really? This isn't just a way for you to make fun of me again? Heh heh. Maybe there's hope for you yet.
Inigo:
Yeah, see? Like this right here... "Page 27: Weapon Names—D through F." What's that about?
Owain:
Well, um... I guess it's kind of a mental-warfare type of thing. A sword is just a sword, you know? But a sword with a name is an ally! So I came up with lots of possible names in case someone ever needs a suggestion.
Inigo:
See? That's actually interesting.
Owain:
Are you sure you're not still making fun of me?
Inigo:
No, it really is interesting. ...A little bit. Not a lot.
Owain:
Really?! Awesome! Wait right there! I'll get you a quill and paper, and we can get started right away!
Inigo:
Get me...started? Um...
Owain:
Oh, and cancel your dinner plans, because this is gonna take a while. But spending weeks on minutia is half the fun, right?! Ha ha ha!
Inigo:
Wait, Owain! I never... What have I gotten myself into now?
A Support
Owain:
Well? Have you come up with a name for that sword yet?
Inigo:
I'm still not sure where to start. ...Or WHY to start, honestly.
Owain:
Come on! A fine sword like that practically shouts its name at you! Just listen! Shhhh... Liiiiisten...
Inigo:
...... ...Nope. Apparently I don't speak sword. Help me out here, Owain. What does it say to you?
Owain:
Hmm... This sword wants to be named... Flameclaw Wyvernborn the Foe-Slayer!
Inigo:
That's very...long. Okay, then. What about this spear?
Owain:
Ha! I already named that one. That's the Skyfire Lightning-Slicer!
Inigo:
Um...you don't really slice things with a spear, Owain.
Owain:
Skyfire Lightning-Poker!
Inigo:
...... All...right then.
Owain:
Left speechless, huh? I can't blame you.
Inigo:
Remind me again how this is mental warfare and not just you being mental?
Owain:
You'll understand once I carve the name into the weapon. Here, watch... Impressive, right?!
Inigo:
Strangely enough, yes. It does look better.
Owain:
A weapon with a strong name makes the wielder feel stronger, too! It fills you with confidence on the field of battle and lets you fight to your fullest!
Inigo:
That kind of makes sense. ...Which scares me.
Owain:
So let's get you started. Think of a good name, and then carve it into your blade!
Inigo:
All right, I will!
Owain:
All done?
Inigo:
It's...a masterpiece!
Owain:
Ha ha! That's the spirit! Let's have a look.
Inigo:
Mmm, what do you think? A vast improvement over your ridiculous names, I think you'll agree.
Owain:
Inigo, these are just the names of girls who spurned your advances. ...Gods, there must be two hundred names on this thing!
Inigo:
Mental warfare, my friend. With no more room for names, I HAVE to succeed!
Owain:
Yeah, but you carved out half the metal! The sword's totally worthless now!
Inigo:
Oh... Whoops.
