Fayt

For SB3 I wanna claim All Ray All Ephraim All Edward All Soren All Sothe All Innes

[spoiler=Smash Brethren 1] Nowi battle w/ Leonardo Nowi: Hey! Play with me. Leonardo: Hey! No. We're enemies, remember? Nowi: Oh. In that case, I'll roast you alive! Leonardo: ... Well, I'd say you pretty well covered both extremes there. Death: Rrgh... Damn their strength... They're too experienced... Olivia talk w/ Ray Ray: You. Olivia: Uh, me? Ray: You come from another world, right? Can I ask you a favor? Olivia: What is it? Ray: They say you're a good dancer. Can you show me? I'm curious if I've ever seen moves like yours. Olivia: Do I have to? Ray: Dancers in our world give warriors the will to keep fighting. Maybe you have the same power. Olivia: Yes, but I... I just... I have this thing about dancing, see? Ray: What? Are you sick? Olivia: No, just... painfully shy. Ray: But they say you're amazing! How did you develop stage fright? Your world must be one strange place. Olivia: Um, I guess? Death: If I can't stop them... How will Lugh? Henry battle w/ Soren Henry: Oh, are we fighting? Because I'm kind of powerful. Soren: Why should I care? If you're an enemy of Ike's, you have to deal with me. Death: I... miscalculated. Owain battle w/ Sothe Owain: At last I have you, archenemy! See how my sword hand-- Sothe: Huh? I don't even know you, so you can skip the speeches. Death: Agh, I have to retreat...

For SB1 i'd like to claim Ray talk w/ olivia +deathquote Leonardo battle w. Nowi +deathquote Soren battle w. Henry +deathq. Sothe battle w. Owain+deathq. Geoffrey battle w. Gerome.

[spoiler=Infinite Regalia Before Battle Script] Chrom: Where are we now? These ruins look like they've been "ruined" for ages... Mus: VISITORS FROM ANOTHER WORLD... Bovis: DO YOU SEEK OUR TREASURES? Tigris: IS THAT WHY YOU HAVE COME? Chrom: Who are you? Lepus: WE ARE THE DEADLORDS. Draco: WE ARE THE BODIES OF FALLEN WARRIORS GIVEN PURPOSE. Anguilla: WE ARE MADE TO GUARD THE TREASURES WITHIN THESE RUINS. Chrom: Fallen warriors, eh? You seem healthy enough to me. Powerful, even. Equus: IN OUR FINAL HOUR, THE HOUR THAT CHANGED OUR WORLD... Ovis: WE FOUGHT, AND PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE. Simia: NOW THESE FORMS ARE THE ONLY TESTAMENT TO OUR SACRIFICE. Chrom: A sad tale, indeed... Do you have names? Mus: I AM MUS. Bovis: I AM BOVIS. Tigris: I AM TIGRIS. Lepus: I AM LEPUS. Draco: I AM DRACO. Anguilla: I AM-- Chrom: Okay, okay! I got the idea! You all have names. That's... just grand. Gallus: WE, THE THIRTY-SIX, STAND GUARD TO GREAT TREASURES. Canis: THREE PATHS LEAD TO YOUR REWARD: LEFT, RIGHT, AND CENTER. Porcus: IF POWER, WISDOM, AND LUCK ARE YOUR ALLIES... SUMMON THEM NOW! [spoiler=Infinite Regalia After Battle Script] Mus: IMPRESSIVE, VISITORS FROM ANOTHER WORLD. MOST IMPRESSIVE. Bovis: IT HONORS US TO TRADE BLOWS WITH SUCH MIGHTY WARRIORS. Tigris: WE, THE THIRTY-SIX, WILL PAY YOU HOMAGE, ONE BY ONE. STARTING WI-- Chrom: No! ... I mean, that won't be necessary. ... At all. Ever. We need to get back to our own world and finish our struggle there. Lepus: A NOBLE CAUSE, NO DOUBT. Draco: BUT A PITY ALL THE SAME. Anguilla: WILL YOU RETURN TO VISIT AGAIN? Chrom: Er, why? ... Do you want us to? You're not... lonely or something, are you? Equus: WE ARE THE DEADLORDS. WE DO NOT SUCCUMB TO MORTAL EMOTION. Ovis: BUT FROM A GOOD BATTLE, WE MIGHT DERIVE A BIT OF MORTAL PLEASURE. Simia: IF YOU SEEK MORE TREASURES, YOU MAY ALWAYS FIND US HERE. Chrom: Thank you for the invitation... May we meet again. Gallus: MAY WE, INDEED. Canis: WE, THE THIRTY-SIX DEADLORDS, WILL WAIT. Porcus: WE WILL WAIT... FOREVER. Chrom: (Okay, Fayt, let's get out of here before they start talking a--) Mus: IT OCCURRED TO US THAT WE FAILED TO GIVE YOU ONE LAST REWARD. Chrom: *Ahem* Right. Yes, of course. ... What is it? Tigris: THIS CARD HOUSES AN EINHERJAR-- AN OLD SOUL, AT THAT. Lepus: ELDIGAN THE LIONHEART WAS ONE OF THE STRONGEST OF HIS TIME. Draco: NOW HIS POWER IS YOURS. Chrom: Thank you. He is in good hands. Anguilla: DID YOU ENJOY YOUR REWARD? THEN YOU MUST VISIT US AGAIN. Equus: ... YOU WILL COME AND VISIT US AGAIN, WON'T YOU? -Recruit Edigan?- Also, I've finished updating on my other post. It's done. I'd like to claim (Harvest of Bonds.): Libra. Nah. Libra > Virion

Pichupal must be very busy... Perhaps we could come up with a way to organize this? I'll have my stuff done tomorrow.~

Claiming Deen. Claiming Deirdre. Claimed Luthier battle w/ Basilio. Claimed Malice regular battle quote. Finished. [spoiler=Lost Bloodlines 2]Alm's Recruitment: Have you heard of Alm? NO. Alm: My grandfather raised me in a village in the verdant kingdom of Zofia. My bestfriend, Celica, is like a sister to me. When the Rigelian Empire invaded, I felt compelled to fight back. Can you show compassion to foes? NO. Alm: See? It's not easy. ... Though for a moment there, I thought you were going to say "yes." No man is a saint. When an enemy wrongs us, it's natural to try and wrong them back. Celica has her own opinion. "Two wrongs don't make a right," she says. "Two rights don't prevent the next wrong," I usually anser. But maybe I'll change one day... Recruit Alm? YES. Alm: Our cause needs folk like you! Navarre Battle: Will it be tears or blood you weep first? Death: When did I get... so careless... Mycen/Maisen Battle: Are you strong enough to unhorse an old man? Battle w/ Ricken: Mycen: Must all armies drag children into their fight? It pains me to see it. Ricken: I'm not a child! See what you think once I'm done with you! Death: Has my time... passed? Deen Battle: We could toss around motives, but the point is that you and I are enemies. Death: Damn... That's not how that was s'posed to go... Clive/Clerbe: Battle: You oughtn't stand against us. Return to your realm with your life. Death: I fought my best and lost... A shame we stood on... opposite sides... Deirdre Death: What are we... to do? Talk w/ Morgan(M): Deirdre: Are you from the other world? Thank you for coming to our aid. Morgan: You're quite welcome, milady. Deirdre: It must have taken great courage to cross between worlds. Morgan: Surprisingly, no. Not this time, anyway. I can't really remember, but I think I had similar experience before... And last time, I woke up amidst these strange ruins full of monsters! This has been a far less daunting experience. Deirdre: How did you escape the ruins? Morgan: Ha! Mostly luck, with a pinch of guile thrown in. An army led by my own mother came to my rescue. Deirdre: That was lucky indeed. Morgan: So you see. I'm not that frightened about jumping between worlds. I'm bound to have one mother or another waiting on the other side. Deirdre: ... What a terrible way to think. Morgan: Huh? Deirdre: You said yourself you were lucky to meet your mother. Do you really think she can be so easily replaced? Morgan: Well, no, but... Deirdre: *Sigh* Forgive me, sir. I should hold my tongue. Good luck t you today. Morgan: Poor Lady Deirdre. I forgot everything the stories say she went through... Merric Death: Master Wendell, forgive me... I still have too much... to learn... Battle w/ Henry: Henry: Oh boy! You look like you're capable of all kinds of horrible torment. Merric: I studied in Khadein. Would you like a demonstration? Henry: Why don't we both go? Ready? On three. One... two... Battle: I'll give you a taste of what I learned in Khadein! Linde Death: I will not repeat this disgrace... Battle w/ Severa: Severa: What, are you looking for a fight? Linde: Only if you get in my way. Severa: You're out of your league, honey. But do your best. Battle: In the name of Pontifex Miloah, I will not fail! Malice Battle: Why'd you come here, anyway? I wouldn't exactly call these killing fields "greener pastures." Luthier Battle w/ Basilio: Luthier: What bold and foolish man has wandered into range of my magic? Basilio: Not a shy little mage, are you? All right, let's see what you've got! I'll take Brady. Finished. [spoiler=Infinite Regalia] Avatar (F): The Deadlords possess skills as we do. They are dangerous foes. I'll need to exercise caution when directing the others. Not even the finest treasures is worth getting a comrade killed... Henry: Dang! That's quite a nasty curse someone put on you. So if I strike you down, you'll come back as strong as before? Sounds like an eternity of agony... Where do I sign up? Ricken: Yikes! These things are out for blood. Are there really thirty-six of them? Gods, what if they're trying to make me one of them?! What if... Okay, pull it together Ricken. Time to man up and claim that treasure! Stahl: They look tough. I guess folks don't call them lords for nothing... Just thinking about this battle is giving me stomach pains! ... Or wait. Maybe I'm just hungry. Cordelia: Are these warriors really the dead given life again? Then could my friends, my family, the pegasus knights... No, such thoughts are folly. The dead deserve to rest in peace. Inigo: Yours must have been a costly fight. Was the world better for it? ... Strange. When I look at you, I find myself thinking of my parents. Was it because they fought and died for the world as well? Lon'qu: I'd rather not take my blade to one who has already paid the price in blood. But since you seek the same price from me, I must set that ideal aside. Gaius: This can't be any ordinary treasure if they've posted thirty-six guards. Mmm... Maybe it's a muffin with a gold leaf on the top. Or wait! A cake studded with rainbow jewels! ... EDIBLE rainbow jewels! Oh, gods, let me at it! Owain: I noticed you've inscribed names on your weapons--very dignified. What's that marking there? Ooh! A diphthong? An interrobang? Come, enemy of mine! Let us trade blows and lofty naming secrets! Gerome: Why does Minerva cry out in your presence, fiends? Have you put some spell upon her? The last time I heard her screetch so saldy was when my parents fell... Severa: Why do you keep staring at me like that? Huh? W-wait, are you...crying? But you're a Risen! Well, you won't move me to tears! I won't be deceived! Cynthia: I'm sorry, have we met? In the future, maybe? ... Er, my future? You just seem so darn familiar.... Oh well! It's probably my subconscious concocting a heroic backstory. Nah: This is all wrong. It has been since we got here. These lords want us dead, but they do not bear the scent of enemies. What have you done to my dragonkin sense of smell? I must know! Brady: I saw the mess outside. All ruins and no people, yeah? What kinda hell has this world been through? Damn your eyes! I don't like how much this reminds me of home! Laurent: I will not lie. I find you riveting. They never found my mother's body after she died, you know? Could she have ended up like you? ... Gods forbid she be among you.

King Marth's regular battle quote: We will bow to no enemy, be they of this world or another!

Happened to me just yesterday with a Brady. ;-;

Agreed. I wants Regalia too. T.T Still prefer Skasaher over Ulster.

Confirmed release for this Thursday. NIntendo 3DS Official Facebook page.

Henry as a Warrior/Berserker still scares me. /: Not a big fan of the Sorcerer model either. ;-;

[spoiler=Gaia x Libra (Friendship][spoiler=C Support]Gaius: Hmm? What's this fancy little doll doing here? Libra: Excuse me, sir. I believe that is mine. I must have dropped it earlier. Gaius: Righto, then. Here you go! So what is that little doodad, anyway? A graven image of one of your gods? Libra: Oh, no. It's just a toy doll, really. The children at the orphanage have been asking me for toys. They wanted something they could hold at night--to help them sleep, you see. Gaius: You sewed a doll for a pack of whelps you barely know? I think there's a special place for you in heave, Padre! Libra: Oh, it's not so bad. It only takes me a few hours to construct each one. And to be frank, such honest labor scarcely feels like work at all. Gaius: Some days, just getting out of bed is labor enough for me... Say, though. You ever considered giving the little moppets sweets as well? Libra: Sweets? Gaius: You know, sugary stuff. Pastries and whatnot? kids love 'em. Libra: Oh, I see. No, I had no such plans. The thought never occured to me. But perhaps it is something to keep in mind for the next visit. Thank you, Gaius. I'm glad this chat wasn't a complete waste of time. Gaius: Er... Me, too? Although... Hmm... Libra: Yes? Something on your mind? Gaius: Well, I'm just thinking... I mean, let's say you make enough sweets for an entire orphanage. That's going to be a LOT of sweets, right? Massive piles of 'em. So maybe you might put aside a couple for, say, the man who gave you the idea? I mean, it's only fair, right? Libra: ... You're asking me to steal sweets from orphans? [spoiler=B Support]Libra: O gods, hear my plea and partake-- Gaius: Hey there, Padre. Having little chat with the management, are we? Libra: I was praying, if that's what you mean. Perhaps you would care to join me? A good soul cleansing can do wonders for one's mood. Gaius: I've never been much for talking to the blokes upstairs, you know? Still, what can it hurt just this once? So, uh, how's this work? I can ask for anything I want, or what? Libra: Well, it is true that many people pray to receive things for themselves. But originally, prayers were not used to beseech the gods for favors. Rather, they were used to give thanks for blessings already received. Gaius: Blessings, eh? So I could say thanks for candied figs and honey cakes? Oh, and fruit pies, too? Libra: Er, yes. I suppose so. If they are something you feel profoundly grateful for. Gaius: Profoundly doesn't begin to cover it. ... So, er, do I kneel or what? Is there a bench involved somehow? Libra: It is customary to bend the knee in supplication, yes. Now then... Gaius: ....... Libra: ....... Gaius: O ye gods, thanks a billion for all thine abundantly sweet and tasty goodness... Libra: Dear gods, thank you for watching over us, and protecting our friends and comrades. Gaius: What? Thou art jealous, O mighty gods? Jealous and angry, you say? Then send thou's terrible fruit pies to me, that I might use them to smite thine foes! Libra: ...? Gaius: I also love jellied pears, O vengeful ones! And those biscuits with goo in the middle! Libra: Gaius, your demands for sweets hover ever close to blasphemy... Gaius: O furious and insane gods! Send me ten--nay, TWENTY of your finest cakes! Libra: He's not listening to a word I say. Gaius? GAIUS! Gaius: ... Huh? Hey there, Padre. What's with the shouting? Libra: I was shouting because you were completely ignoring me! That wasn't a prayer--it was a market list! The gods are not scullery maids who deliver treacle tarts on demand! Gaius: Oh. Right, yeah... sure. Soryy. Got carried away. I'll start over, then. *Ahem* O most horrifying and flattened gods, thou art most tricksy in thine ways... Libra: D-dear gods, please send not lightning to strike down this heretic... He knows not what he does! Gaius: I will deliver unto thee my first-born son, if only you make donuts rain down upon-- Libra: GAAAIUS! Gaius: ... Whoops. Sorry. [spoiler=A Support]Libra: O gods, I thank you for this blessed of days. Gaius: ...... Libra: You're desperately trying not to think of sweets, aren't you? Gaius: ... Maybe. Libra: Your trembling lip, your sweaty brow, your uncontrollable drooling... These are all the signs of a man fighting great temptation. Gaius: Not so, Padre. Ha ha! Who's religious now? I was just praying that I'd be unharmed in the next battle. Libra: Oh? That's actually quite sensible. Perhaps I was being unfair. I thought for sure you were dreaming about swimming in syrup or some nonsense. But why now, if I may? You usually have such a cavalier attitude toward battle. Gaius: Well, in that last battle we fought, I had me a pretty close shave. If I'd been a split-second slower, my head would have been bouncing across the field. It made me think. You never know when your number's going to be up, you know? Anyway, I figured maybe I should take these prayers a bit more seriously. Libra: Coming face-to-face with one's own mortality can have that effect. Gaius: But why should the gods pay an old sinner like me any mind? It's not like I've ever done anything to earn their appreciation. Libra: In the eyes of the gods, we are all innocent, if only we open our hearts to them. Gaius: Yeah, that's easy for you to say, Padre. I bet you've never once strayed from the straight and narrow. Libra: Oh, if it were only so... I am as much a sinner as anyone. Gaius: You? Lord Squeaky Clean? I find that hard to believe. Libra: Think about how many people have died because of me. Gaius: Huh? Libra: Every time I survive a battle, it means others have died in my place. And when I pray for safety in a fight, it is the same as praying for my foe's death. Gaius: Wow. Never thought of that. ... Wait, so I've been praying for other people to die, too?! Crivens! I'm a terrible person! Libra: Not terrible. Just human. Every soldier who prays for deliverance has done the same. Gaius: This religion stuff is complicated. Libra: Yet, we should still pray. We shall pray for ourselves, and each other, and for our allies and comrades. Even though in doing so, we are praying for the death of strangers. Gaius: ....... O gods... [spoiler=Laurent x Yarne (Friendship][spoiler=C Support]Yarne: Ugh. I reeeeally don't want to fight today. Laurent: What are you doing here, Yarne? Yarne: Ack! L-Laurent?! Laurent: Preparations for the coming battle are underway. The others are waiting. Yarne: Yeaah, I'd love to go, but my, uh... My stomach is just killing me! Laurent: Then why are you clutching your head? Yarne: I meant head! Laurent: If you're going to manlinger, put some effort into it. Now come along. Yarne: I'm not! It's the change of the seasons! Us taguel get migration headaches! Laurent: *Sigh* I'm disappointed in you, Yarne. I know you abhor fighting, but I thought you above juvenile antics and feigned illness. Yarne: I'm not faking anything! I just really don't feel well today, all right?! I'll have you know I'm a great fighter! I could beat anybody if I wanted to! Laurent: Judging by the fervor of your shouting, your headache is in remission. Shall we join the others, then? Yarne: What?! I... No, I think I...I pulled my spleen in that outburst! I've got a trick liver! Runner's elbow! The grippe! Sleeping sickness! ... Ugh, fine. Wait up. [spoiler=B Support]Laurent: Yarne? We need to speak. Yarne: Well, that doesn't sound foreboding at all... Laurent: Halfway through the last battle, you elected to disregard orders and flee. Yarne: I, er... I can see how it would look that way, but there was a really good reason for-- Laurent: I have not interest in your excuse. Are you aware that your actions bear repercussions for the rest of us? Yarne: Sure, but I, uh... I twisted my septum! I'd have only gotten in the way. Laurent: You sprained your nose? ... Really? Yarne: ... Yes? Laurent: Chrom gave you orders with the expectation you would carry them out. He trusted you. Are you content to blithely betray others' faith in you? Yarne: ....... Laurent: I fear I've passed disappointment and find myself between astonishment and disgust. Yarne: Hey, who do you think you are to judge me, anyway?! You're not Chrom, so don't go speaking for him! You make it sound like you know best for everybody, but you don't know a thing! Laurent: ....... Yarne: And you definitely don't know what it's like to be me! Sure, I'm not the bravest guy around, but did you ever stop to wonder why that is? If I go charging out into combat and make one mistake, an entire race goes extinct! I hold back because I have to, all right?! So stop presuming and just back off! Laurent: There we are. Excellent. Yarne: ... What's excellent? Laurent: I hypothesized there was fire in you, so I stoked it. You've proven me correct. If you nurture that fire and preserve it, you need never lack for courage in battle. Yarne: What?! Laurent: Your enemy isn't cowardice so much as inertia. Your legitimate drive for self-preservation has become a habit. An obstacle. Yarne: Wait, so all that stuff you said... You were trying to make me mad? Laurent: A regretable necessity. But I think the results speak for themselves. You aren't wrong to approach battle with trepidation, of course. The risks are real. But given your fire and connate combat prowess as a taguel, you will manage. Yarne: You make it sound so simple. But war isn't so cut and dryin-- Laurent: I'm afraid it's time we joined the others. Battle calls! Fight bravely, Yarne. I have utmost faith in you. Yarne: Maybe I'll... Hey, Laurent, why are you grabbing my--Ow! Quit tugging! My race needs that arm! [spoiler=A Support]Yarne: Ugh, I'm sore... Guess I went a little overboard out there. Laurent: Yarne! Yarne: G-go easy, Laurent! I actually tried my-- Laurent: You were superb! Yarne: ... What, that's it? No lecture? Laurent: What's to lecture about? Your performance was beyond reproach. You were unanimously pronounced the hero of yesterday's battle. Yarne: Hey, all I did was play decoy. Everyone else did the real work. Laurent: You're too modest! Yours was the most critical role, and the most dangerous. And you saw it through brilliantly. Truly, an impressive performance. Yarne: Well hey, if you say so! It feels pretty good to hear that from you. Laurent: I knew that you could manage any challenge if you shed your habit of running. Yarne: And I said I was a great fighter when I really got serious! Laurent: I'm pleased that day has finally come. Now you need only to preserve this momentum for future battles! Yarne: Future... battles? Laurent: Just so. Anyone able to execute orders as exacting as yesterday's is a great asset. I'm certain Chrom will be making extensive use of your skills in the days to come. Yarne: Er, but... what about days when my stomach's acting up? Laurent: Worry not. I've already given word to everyone on the cooking rotation. You'll be served a special gruel specially prepared for maximum ease of digestion. Yarne: Bleagh... Wh-what about my insomnia? My migration headaches?! Laurent: I'll be by your tent each night to put to bed. By magic or blunt trauma, as needed. Also, "migration headaches" aren't a thing. Yarne: My trick liver! Laurent: ... Can be removed. Yarne: Eek! Laurent: Now, now. Cheer up, Yarne. And walk while you do it or we'll be late for today's battle. Yarne: I get the feeling staying angry won't be hard with you around, Laurent...

[spoiler=Cynthia x Brady (2nd Gen. Romantic][spoiler=C Support]Cynthia: Hmm... No, that can't be it... Brady: You all right there, Cynthia? Cynthia: Hmm? Oh! Yes, sorry, Brady. It's just that the strangest thing's been happening lately. Brady: Oh yeah? Cynthia: Someone keeps coming to my aid in battle. Brady: That don't sound so strange. We all help each other out, yeah? Cynthia: Yes, but this is... different. If I'm hurt, a vulnerary will drop out of the sky in front of me! Or an enemy will be thundering toward me and get knocked off their horse by a rock! Brady: Y-yeah, that's...strange, all right. Never heard that one before... Cynthia: I know, right?! I'm going to track down whoever is doing it during the next battle. Brady: No, don't! ........ I mean, uh, don't you think that's kind of unnecessary? They're helping you, right? Maybe they just wanna be... I dunno? All anonymous-like? Cynthia: Hmm... You're right in that many heroes prefer to operate in secret... Brady: Don't do it... Don't do it... Cynthia: Sorry, what? I can't quite make out what you're mumbling over there. Brady: Me? H-heck, I ain't sayin' nothin'! .... I'm just tired. ... That was a yawn. 'Sides, how are you going to track down your hero with no clues? And even if you find 'em, what then? You know what they say about gift horses. Cynthia: But I've always wanted to discover a hero's secret identity! Hmm... Perhaps I can narrow it dow a bit... It has to be someone in camp, right? Brady: Oh, I dunno. Could be anyone, really. Either way, fretting over it ain't gonna give you answers. You oughta just say boo to the whole thing and be done with it. [spoiler=B Support]Brady: Heya, Cynthia. Cynthia: Oh. Hello. Brady: Something wrong? You're usually...louder. Cynthia: Remember what I told you before? About my secret protector? Brady: Er, someone's been helping you out in combat and whatnot, right? Cynthia: Well, ever since then, they've been awfully clever about covering their tracks. Brady: Y-yeah? How do you mean? Cynthia: Well, they always show up just when I'm in danger, right? And I figured that was the perfect time to catch a glimpse! So lately, whenever I was in trouble, I started looking around wildly! Brady: That seems like a really terrible idea... Cynthia: So in the last battler, I look over my shoulder and see a huge wall of smoke... And then, while I'm watching, a stone comes flying out and hits my enemy! My protector is using smoke screens! That is SO COOL! Brady: Yeah, that's... That's wild. Ha ha...ha. Cynthia: It's like they're just hell-bent on remaining anonymous. Brady: Certainly sounds like it... Cynthia: But why the need for the secrecy if we're both fighting for the same side? Honestly, the more they hide, the more I want to discover who it is! Brady: Like I said, as long as they're helpin', it don't really matter, right? Cynthia: Of course it matters, silly. I need to know who to thank! Brady: But what if they ain't lookin' to be thanked? Cynthia: Every hero should be recognized for outstanding heroic deeds! That's item four of the Justice Cabal code. Brady: I, uh... I ain't familiar with that one. Cynthia: All right then. Next time I see smoke, I'm going to charge right into it! Brady: You got rocks in your head! What if it's just a fire?! [spoiler=A Support]Cynthia: Ooh, Brady! Brady: Wh-what? Didja find somethin' out? Cynthia: Yes! ... Wait, how did you know? And why do you look so suspicious? Brady: H-hey! I can't help it! I was born with this ugly mug, all right? Cynthia: Ha ha! Sorry, I didn't mean any offense. Brady: So, what did you find out? Cynthia: Oh, right! Remember my phantom helper out on the battlefield? Brady: The one with the smoke screen? Cynthia: It was Lissa! Brady: .... Oh. Really? Cynthia: ... That's it? I thought you'd be shocked. I mean, she's not exactly a likely suspect. Brady: No, I... I guess she's not. Cynthia: I asked her why, and she said it was because I'm a danger to myself! Can you believe that? Talk about rude! And who is she to talk? She's so spacey, she could outstare a statue! Brady: You're kind of a matched pair that way. Makes sense you'd help each other out. Cynthia: Hey! Don't you start, too! Brady: Sorry! Sorry... Cynthia: Mostly I'm just glad the mystery is solved. It's been plaguing me for ages! Brady: Er, but it's only been happening for a week or two at mo-- Cynthia: Oh, shoot! I forgot I promised to help with the supply run! Gotta dash! Bye! Brady: Er, see you later! ... Cynthia. And she thinks Lissa's the spacey one? Oh man, that's fresh! ... Well, at least she bought the ruse. Looks like I owe Lissa a dinner. [spoiler=S Support]Cynthia: Brady? Brady: What's wrong, Cynthia? Cynthia: I owe you an apology. Brady: What? Why? Cynthia: Lissa told me. ... The truth, I mean. Brady: ... She did what?! Th-then you-- Cynthia: Know that it was really you helping me all those times? Yes, I know. Brady: I told her not to say anything! Why'd she have to open her big yap?! Cynthia: It's not her fault, really! I started quizzing her about all her secret hero moves, and she just cracked. Brady: Ya see? She did open her yapper, then! Ooh, I'm gonna have me a few wrods with that stool pigeon! Cynthia: Honestly, it's your fault for picking her. I mean, she's not exactly the type to take secrets to the grave, is she? Brady: ... Yeah...maybe not. Cynthia: So I just want to know why, Brady. Why be my anonymous savior? Brady: Aw, horse pucky. I ain't nobody's savior. I just couldn't stand to watch you chargin' around all reckless and stuff. You were bound to get hurt, and I couldn't bear to see it. You're like a little sister to me, Cynthia. Ya know? Cynthia: A sister? Oh, that's unfortunate. See, because... I don't think of you as a brother. Brady: Um... Yeah, well, ya know what? Just forget I ever said-- Cynthia: I was glad when I heard it was you. I like you, Brady...a lot. Like...a lot a lot. Knowing that the man I like had been watching over me made me... Well, it made me really happy. Brady: I'm sorry, Cynthia. I... Cynthia: No, I'M sorry! I didn't mean to... I dunno. Say all that, I guess. Brady: Ah, nuts, Cynthia! All that sister stuff was a bunch of hooey! I'm crazy for ya. Always have been! That's why I shadowed ya. I mean, sure, I wanted to keep you safe... But mostly I just wanted to be near ya, and I didn't have the guts to say it. Cynthia: Oh, this is the best day ever! I get the real answer to the mystery, PLUS the guy I like! Brady: Heh, it's a pretty good day for me, too. [spoiler=Morgan(M) x Noire (2nd Gen. Romantic][spoiler=C Support]Noire: Aah!Aiiieee! N-no, stop! STOP! STAY AWAY! Morgan: What?! ... That's Noire! Noire, hold on! Noire: Morgan, hurry! Heeeelp! Morgan: What's wrong?! Are we under attack?! Are you all right?! And, uh... Why are you squirming around like that? Noire: Buh... B-b-b-buh... Morgan: ... Buh? Noire: BUG! BACK! BUG ON MY BACK! Morgan: Hmm? Oh, will you look at that! It's a little red guy with black spots. Noire: J-just get it off me! Morgan: Aaaand... got it! Aww, up close it's so adorable! Noire: Augh, stop! Go! Get it out of here! It's crawling all over your hand! Morgan: All right, all right, it's outside now. Geez, Noire. I didn't think anyone could be scared of a little ol' ladybug. Noire: It doesn't scare you? It was ON you! Morgan: Oh, I don't mind. I love bugs! Noire: ... All bugs? Morgan: Hmm, I suppose there are probably some exceptions. Roaches and other creepy-crawlies that scuttle about in the dark are a bit gross. ... And giant fire-breathing scorpions aren't fun to be around. Noire: Even the tiniest bugs terrify me... Pathetic, isn't it? We're trying to win a war, and I can't even face down a bug. Morgan: I wouldn't call it pathetic, but I guess it's better not to be scared if you can help it. Noire: I know, right? Morgan, If I... If I asked you to help me get over my fear, would you do it? Morgan: You mean your bug phobia? Sure, why not? I'll go collect up a bunch of my favorites and show them to you. Once you've seen a whole mess of 'em, you'll be used to it. Problem solved! (Morgan leaves) Noire: M-maybe not...too many of them... Er, Morgan? Wait, Morgan, I... Hello? [spoiler=B Support]Morgan:Oh, Noire! Noire: Mmm? Hello, Morgan... Wh-what's in the big cage? Morgan: It's for you. Come here and take a nice, close look... Noire: Hmm? Why, what's in-- ... Hurrk! (Faints) Morgan: Noire? Noire, answer me! ... Oh no, you're frothing from the mouth! Gotta elevate your head... Noire: ... Nguh?! M-Morgan?! Wh-what happened? How long was I out? Morgan: A few minutes. You took one look at the insects I brought you and passed out. Noire: Insects...? Augh, the insects! I remember now! *shudder* W-wait. You brought them for me? Morgan: That was the plan, right? You wanted help getting used to the sight of them? I guess I set the bar a little high for our first attempt. Noire: I was expecting... I don't know, butterflies or something. Definitely not those black horned monstrosities! Morgan: Aren't they awesome?! I've got beetles with horns, other guys with pincers... Anybody who was ever a little boy knows these are the best bugs ever! So... Did you want another look? Noire: NO! No, that... won't be necessary, thank you. Morgan: No? These are some prime specimens. I'm pretty proud of 'em, but... Noire: I'm sorry, Morgan. I know you went to a lot of effort to catch these for me. But I don't know if I can get used to something I can't even look at. Morgan: No, no, I'm the one who should apologize. I think my selections were a bit off, given the audience. I should've started smaller. I'll come back once I've tracked down some cuter critters. Noire: Um, thank you? Morgan: Sure thing! I'll get started right away! But, hmm... Cute insects... Maybe start with butterflies and go from there? Just have to make sure I don't accicentally grab an Ylissean screeching moth! Ha ha! (Morgan leaves) Noire: Screeching... moth? They screech?! Wait a minute, why would a moth ever need to screech?! [spoiler=A Support]Morgan: Hey, Noire. Noire: Oh, hello, Morg--Wait. Why do you have a cage? ... What's in the cage, Morgan?! Morgan: Only the cutest of the most nonthreatening of bugs! ... Promise! Noire: And... How many of them? Hopefully not dozens like you brought last time... Morgan: Nope, I learned my lesson. I think there are maybe four or something? Didn't want you going all frothy and unconscious on me again. Anyway... Here you go! Noire: ...... Ah! They glow! Morgan: Yeah! The males of that species flash in the dark to attract mates. Noire: It's beautiful... I've never seen anything like it. Morgan: Good! I'd hoped you'd be all right with something like this. Noire: Oh my gosh... I could watch these little guys for hours! Morgan: That's great! Mission accomplished! (Buzzing sound) Morgan: ... Muh? What's that? Noire: ... That buzzing. What's making that sound? Morgan: Probably--and don't panic--but probably a gnat or fly or some tiny thing. Noire: It's very... Very, very, very, very, very, very... Morgan: Hmm? (Inner Demon Noire) Noire: Very, very IRRITATING! INSOLENT CREATURE! YOU PUNY GALLING FOOL OF AN INSECT! YOU DARE INVITE MY WRATH?! Morgan: Er... Noire?! Noire: Show yourself! Where is this hateful beast with the hubris to vex my ears?! Morgan: It's, uh... Ooh, there! Noire: NOW FACE YOUR IMPLACABLE FATE! Morgan: Ack! Good gods, watch out! (Back to normal) Noire: ... Ahhhhh. ... Huh? What did... Oh, YEARGH! Eeeeeeeeeew! What have I dooooooooooone?! Morgan: Ah ha ha ha ha! That was amazing! You just snatched it from the air and crushed it with your bare hand! I'd say that proves you've gotten over your bug troubles, Noire. Noire: No, I... I wasn't even thinking! My hand just shot out! Morgan: That proves your instinctive fear is gone! Noire: It... does? Morgan: Absolutely! Looks like you've got an iron constitution now when it comes to bugs. Noire: I... I do? M-maybe you're right, I... I do feel stronger! Morgan: Just keep acclimitizing yourself bit by bit, and you'll have no trouble at all. Don't even think about it. Just take it one encounter at a time! Noire: Oh, thank you, Morgan! [spoiler=S Support]Noire: Eeeeek, I take it back! I can't do it! Morgan: S-sorry! Okay, taking it away now! I guess it's still a little early for the big guys, huh? Noire: I'm sorry... I'm hopeless, I know. I haven't cured my insect phobia at all. Morgan: ... Maybe you should view this as one facet of a bigger process. It'd be great if you could easily grow less scared in general, and not just by bugs. So, um, yeah. Maybe you really don't have to stop disliking bugs at all. .... You know? ...... Noire: Are you all right, Morgan? You seem quiet today. Morgan: N-no, I'm fine! Noire: Are you sure? Even your encouragement has an oddly defeatist undertone. Morgan: Does it? I'm sorry. I guess I just... Noire, let's stop doing this. Noire: ... So you think it's hopeless, too? Morgan: What? No, that's not what I meant. Noire: Please, Morgan. If you think I'm a lost cause, feel free to say so. I've already accepted that about myself for years now... Morgan: But that's not true! You are not a lost cause! Noire: ... Really? Morgan: I just... I don't want you to change! You're perfect. Even your fear of bugs is... Well, it's adorable. Plus this way I get to feel like you have a use for me! Noire: What?! Th-then you... You're... I mean... Morgan: I'm head over heels for youZ! If I had one wish, it'd be to stay with you forever. To keep you safe from everything that scares you... I want to be the one you shout for when you need help, Noire! Noire: Morgan, I... Thank you. I'm flattered. And really, really happy... Morgan: Then does that mean...? Noire: How could I not love you, after all the times you've given me courage and support? Look, I don't want you to feel like you have to guard me from the world. But I hope you'll continue to help me grow into a better, braver woman. Morgan: I'll be your one-man cheering section! But, um.... If you still want to shriek when you see a bug, it really is cute! Noire: E-enough talk about bugs! You'll ruin the moment!