Awakening Supports/Kjelle Brady

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C Support

Brady:
......

Kjelle:
Oh, hey.

Brady:
H-hey, Kjelle. How's tricks?

Kjelle:
Tricks are fine, thanks.

Brady:
Training again, are ya? Wish I could be like that.

Kjelle:
Then quit talking and grab some weights! That's how I've done it—one day at a time, every day of my life.

Brady:
Yeah, I remember ya as a kid! Always running around with some pointy stick.

Kjelle:
No one gets strong without putting in the time. You've got to sweat for it.

Brady:
I'd settle for being half as strong as you. A third, even! Maybe then I could stop doubting myself all the time... How long do you think it'd take for a guy to hit your level, eh? Couple'a weeks or what?

Kjelle:
Depends on the guy. Natural talent goes a long way toward speeding things along.

Brady:
But ya think anyone can get there eventually, yeah? I mean, if they really bust hump?

Kjelle:
Anyone.

Brady:
Then ya gotta train me, Kjelle! Ya just gotta!

Kjelle:
No.

Brady:
What?! How can you say no? I'm pleadin' with ya here!

Kjelle:
I'm busy enough with my own training. I don't have the time to waste on you. Besides, you're frail. If you snapped in two an hour into my training regimen, we'd be short a healer.

Brady:
...Guess there ain't much I can say to that little number. Too weak even to get less weak... Gah, look at me! What a Melvin!

Kjelle:
Hey, don't let it get you down. ...Or just let it get you down somewhere else. I'm busy.

Brady:
Yeesh. No harsh truth a total lack of sympathy can't make worse...

B Support

Kjelle:
Wait. You're back here asking me to train you AGAIN?

Brady:
I'll ask as many times as it takes! Please, Kjelle! Ya just gotta!

Kjelle:
Doesn't matter how many times you ask. My answer isn't changing.

Brady:
Come on, Kjelle! I'm beggin' ya! I could be somebody! I could be a champ!

Kjelle:
Look, it's nothing personal. I'm just very aware of how harsh I am when it comes to training. I don't want your puny healer's blood on my hands.

Brady:
I can take it! Whatever it is, I'll do it. Ya just gotta believe me!

Kjelle:
That totally unfounded bravado of yours is oddly charming, but it's going to kill you. There are times when the spirit is willing, but the flesh is floppy and hopeless.

Brady:
Says who? I ain't hopeless! You said yourself that any chump can get there if they stick to it! I'm ready to sweat for it! I'm ASKING to sweat for it! Come on, Kjelle. I'm beggin' here.

Kjelle:
What's with this fixation on toughening up all of a sudden? Is this really just a confidence thing?

Brady:
I told ya, I wanna finally stop doubting myself all the time. I want to feel like I'm helping you cats out there in the field!

Kjelle:
You do know that you can train on your own, too, right? You don't need my help. ...Oh, fine. I give up. I'll do it.

Brady:
Ya will?

Kjelle:
The only bigger waste of my time than training you is listening to you beg. As long as you don't mind me continuing my own training while you do yours, I'm game.

Brady:
That's a dilly of a deal!

Kjelle:
BUT! If we do this, we do it my way. I'm going to rebuild you from scratch. ...And it's going to hurt. A lot. Are you sure you're up for it?

Brady:
You got it, Kjelle! I'll give them exercises what for!

A Support

Kjelle:
We begin today. Are you ready?

Brady:
Just tell me what to do and it's done!

Kjelle:
First, run over to there and back.

Brady:
Er, over...where? Ain't nothin' but open field from here to the horizon.

Kjelle:
Yes, I know. I want you to run until you reach the horizon.

Brady:
Er, wait. Don't the horizon move around depending on where ya stand?

Kjelle:
Look, just run until you can't see me anymore, all right? And if I can see you when you turn around, you have to start over!

Brady:
Clear day like today, I can see halfway to forever! You expect me to run that?!

Kjelle:
We can't start the fun stuff until you've built up some endurance. All right, off you go. Five laps.

Brady:
...This dame's crazy! It'll be dark before I'm done!

Kjelle:
I heard that! ...And no one's forcing you. If you don't like it, quit.

Brady:
Fine! I'm goin', I'm goin'!

Brady:
*Pant* *huff* I...I lost my lunch about a dozen times, but I did it!

Kjelle:
Good. Next we'll have you do squats while carrying one of those sandbags.

Brady:
*Huff* *pant* Ya mean this thing? It weighs more than I do! And don't I get a break first?

Kjelle:
Winded already? This is still just the warm-up.

Brady:
Ya gotta be kiddin'! I'm dying here!

Kjelle:
Then quit.

Brady:
Rrrgh, no. I'm fine! Great! I could do this all day, dammit!

Kjelle:
Better. For today, just do a thousand reps. We'll raise that by a hundred a day.

Brady:
I... I don't even know what to cry about anymore... It's all just... I don't even...

Brady:
Oooooone...thousand! I...did it... I'm...finally done... Now...I can...die in peace...

Kjelle:
How many deaths does that make today? Honestly, where do you find the time? Next is push-ups. One thousand. ...While holding the sandbag.

Brady:
What does that even mean?!

S Support

Brady:
*Gasp* *pant*... D-dying... I'm dying!

Kjelle:
Did I say you could stop? Every time you say you're dying, I'm adding a hundred squats. That's eight hundred for today. ...So far.

Brady:
Kjelle... Please... Just ten—no, five minutes! If I don't take a break, I'm gonna cease to be alive in a very literal sense!

Kjelle:
...Five minutes.

Brady:
Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Kjelle:
And this is still just endurance training! I'd say combat training's a long ways off.

Brady:
H-hey, hold on! Look, I may not be the quickest cat around, but ya can't just back out on me!

Kjelle:
Who said anything about backing out? I'm in this for the long haul. Even if you try to change your mind.

Brady:
...You're a sadist.

Kjelle:
An impressed sadist, though. To tell you the truth, I didn't think you'd stick it out. And seeing you vomit like that makes me want to train all the harder.

Brady:
...Dammit.

Kjelle:
Huh?

Brady:
How am I ever supposed to get stronger than you if you keep upping your pace? How am I ever supposed to make ya love me if I can't... Um... Er...

Kjelle:
I beg your pardon?

Brady:
Look, it's obvious you'd never go for some string bean what's weaker than you. But just gimme time! I'll turn into someone who can match ya yet!

Kjelle:
......

Brady:
Aaaah, for the love'a clams, tell me it ain't too late to take all that back! I ain't gonna open my big yapper again, I swear! So please just forget what I said.

Kjelle:
You think I didn't know?

Brady:
What?! Since when?

Kjelle:
People don't work as hard as you did for no reason. For all your whining, you always did what I told you, and you never missed a day. Add in the fact that you insisted I be the one to train you, and it's pretty obvious.

Brady:
Dammit, I'm so stupid! Way to go there, Brady! Muckin' up the works as usual!

Kjelle:
Oh, I don't know. I think it's charming. ...And you're right.

Brady:
I am? Wait, about what?

Kjelle:
That you don't exactly qualify as you are right now. But you've got talent and guts and time. ...And an excellent coach. I said I'd rebuild you from scratch, right? May as well make you into my perfect man! And then, on the day you best me, we'll become the world's strongest couple!

Brady:
Heh, all right! I can dig a challenge like that!

Kjelle:
Good! By the way, your five minutes are up. Get back to work!

Brady:
Hey, that don't count! We was talkin', not restin'!