Fates Supports/Sophie Soleil
C Support
Soleil: Heya, Sophie!
Sophie: Whoa, where did you come from? Do you need me for something?
Soleil: Aren't you the serious one! But, no. I don't need something. Just admiring a beautiful flower.
Sophie: And that is the end of our discussion. I prefer to be recognized for my ability.
(Sophie leaves)
Soleil: What?! W-wait, Sophie! Don't be like that!
Sophie: I don't have time for odes to beauty. I'm trying to become a great knight.
Soleil: With that unmanageable horse of yours?
Sophie: Wow! How can you say that?! Avel's just excitable, that's all.
Soleil: Sorry. I couldn't resist teasing you a little. So you wanna be a great knight, huh? Because I have an idea...
Sophie: Uh-oh.
Soleil: Let's make a little bet on if you can pass as a knight in the next encounter. I'll be the judge. If I say you fought well, then you win.
Sophie: You're the judge of a bet you're part of? That seems kinda biased.
Soleil: What, you don't think you can win? Then how about I ask everyone in our army after our next battle?
Sophie: Uh, th-that won't be necessary. Fine, just you then. What happens if I win?
Soleil: I will never call you a flower again.
Sophie: Sounds good. And if I lose?
Soleil: Then you'll change your name to Flower.
Sophie: No way, Soleil.
Soleil: Oh, all right. You have to emblazon a tiny flower on your armor.
Sophie: All right. Challenge accepted!
Soleil: Well then, Lady Knight, I'll see you on the battlefield.
Sophie: You'd better be there. Watch me closely, you hear? I'm going to win this bet.
B Support
Sophie: Soleil! Soleil!
Soleil: ...Hi, Sophie...
Sophie: Were you watching that last encounter? You did see it, right?
Soleil: ...
Sophie: So? What did you think? I did pretty darn well, if I do say so myself!
Soleil: F-fine, I'll admit it... You were a perfect knight on the battlefield.
Sophie: What was that? I couldn't quite hear! You'll have to speak up!
Soleil: I said you were a PERFECT! KNIGHT!
Sophie: Hah! In your face, Soleil!
Soleil: *sigh* And I so wanted to be the one to emblazon that flower on your armor.
Sophie: Heehee. Too bad! But I have to hand it to you for not bending the rules just to win.
Soleil: I would never stoop so low! I like you too much for that. Anyway, you win the bet.
Sophie: And so you're forbidden from ever calling me a flower again. You may write odes to my battle prowess. But not one word about beauty.
Soleil: What?! I said I'd never call you a flower again. That's all!
Sophie: All right then. Let's try one more bet. Double or nothing. No compliments on my looks ever again...
Soleil: But you just said—
Sophie: Unless you can prove that you're a great mercenary in our next battle. So, show me what you've got, Ms. Merc!
Soleil: Will do! For you, lovely rose, I'll fight until I lie bleeding in the fields...
Sophie: Hey! What did I JUST say?!
Soleil: ...Yes, ma'am.
A Support
Soleil: Sophie! Did you see me fight?!
Sophie: Ugh... Yeah. I saw the whole thing...
Soleil: Well? How'd I do?
Sophie: ... I gotta say...you looked like a die-hard mercenary.
Soleil: Ooh!
Sophie: Which, yes, means you're off the hook. Well done.
Soleil: YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Oh, thank the gods! I'm free! I'm finally, finally freeeee!
Sophie: Wow, this really is a big deal for you, huh? Was it that hard not praising my beauty?
Soleil: Oh, you have no idea... I felt like I was in prison or something! To have such a sweet flower so close at hand and not be able to compliment her... It was the most dreadful torture!
Sophie: Well, fair's fair. You're free to call me any sort of flower you want. I honestly did think you were great during that battle, though. If you're that skilled in battle, I wish you could see that I'm a knight first...
Soleil: And a flower second? With you, it's all one and the same.
Sophie: Well, I still think it's embarrassing.
Soleil: Urk...! W-well, anyway, thank you for your nice words about my mercenary skills. A kind word from a beautiful girl is the most precious treasure in the world. But now that we've settled that, I'm glad to chat about other things too.
Sophie: Oh yeah?
Soleil: Yeah, like cleaning our weapons, or our favorite training exercises... Or stuff we notice about our each other's performance after a battle.
Sophie: Now THAT'S my idea of a good time! Why don't we grab coffee sometime and have a nice, long chat?
Soleil: Two flowers, discussing war? Who woulda thunk? I have so many questions for you, Sophie!
Sophie: Me too, Soleil!