Awakening Supports/Avatar(F) Kjelle

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Kjelle:
Torchlight glinting off polished steel... Imposing rows of fearsome visors... Ah, I never get tired of this sight.

Robin:
Kjelle? What are you doing in here?

Kjelle:
Ah, Robin. Greetings. I was just admiring the armory. Don't you think it's lovely seeing all our gear lined up in neat little rows?

Robin:
I don't know that I've ever thought about it... Armor is an interest of yours, I take it?

Kjelle:
An interest? To say the least! In truth, I absolutely ADORE armor! It's both battlefield tool and work of art... It grants a warrior might and majesty. It's one of the main reasons why I became a knight, in fact.

Robin:
I suppose there is a certain something about a well-made suit of plate. Especially the elaborate models fashioned for nobles and royalty.

Kjelle:
Ha! I should have guessed that you, of all people, would share my passion.

Robin:
Er, yes, well... Perhaps not to the same degree.

Kjelle:
I could help with that. I could tell you everything I know about armor. I could deepen your knowledge and help fuel the fires of your passion!

Robin:
Oh. Yes, that's...very kind of you. Perhaps when we have more time.

Kjelle:
Agreed then! Next chance we get, I'll treat you to my five-part lecture on chain mail. This is serious business, Robin. Just remember: you requested it!

Robin:
...Did I?


B Support

Kjelle:
Ha! There you are... I've been looking everywhere for you!

Robin:
(Damn! She found me!) Er, I mean... Hello, Kjelle.

Kjelle:
Ready for my discourse on armor?

Robin:
Oh, right. See, the thing about that is... Well, to be completely honest... Look, I won't ever be as passionate as you about armor. I just won't. And I feel like I'd just be letting you down, so maybe it's best if we—

Kjelle:
Nonsense! Give me enough time, and I guarantee to ignite your love for armor. If not as works of art, then as valuable equipment that keeps your soldiers safe. You're interested in being the best tactician you can be, right? Because if so, it's essential that you learn as much as you can about protective gear.

Robin:
Er, well, yes. I suppose that is...a point.

Kjelle:
No need to thank me, truly. What are friends for? And there're no better friends than those united in a common love of helm and shield!

Robin:
I...can so very hardly wait.

Kjelle:
Then let's begin! *ahem* I should probably start by listing all the things one can enjoy about armor. First, the smell: a wonderful bouquet of tangy metal and warm, rich leather.

Robin:
See, you've lost me already, Kjelle. I think armor smells terrible. It's sweaty and gross, especially after we've been fighting for weeks.

Kjelle:
Oh, Robin, Robin... Why are you fighting this? There's no need to mask your feelings. Listen to your heart! Let it sing!

Robin:
...I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.

Kjelle:
Moving on, then! What's next... Ah, yes! The sound of armor! Don't you just love it? CLINK-CLANK! CLINK-CLANK! *Siiiiiigh* I could listen to it all day...

Robin:
(...My instinct was to run when I saw her coming. Why didn't I run?!) (*Sigh* Nothing for it now but to just stand here politely until she's done...)


A Support

Kjelle:
Ah, there you are, Robin. Are you ready for our next discussion on how to properly enjoy armor?

Robin:
Kjelle, you don't enjoy armor. You LOVE armor. You're consumed by it! Infatuated! Maybe even obsessed!

Kjelle:
Obsessed? Me?

Robin:
Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing, of course... It's just...hard to talk with you about anything else, and, er...

Kjelle:
No, no. It's fine. I get it, Robin. I'm boring you, aren't I? I start talking about armor, and then I just won't shut up. Armor this and armor that and blah-dee blah-dee blaaah. You hate me now, don't you? You hate the very sight of me.

Robin:
What?! Kjelle, that's absurd! I...I enjoy your company very much. And I don't hate armor either, you know. You're just so serious about it! I mean, how did this happen? Where did this mad obsession even come from?

Kjelle:
*Sigh* You want to know why I care about armor so much, Robin? ...It's because armor was my only friend.

Robin:
I don't understand...?

Kjelle:
In my future, humanity was on the verge of extinction. Risen roamed the land. My life depended on my armor. Long after my comrades and parents were dead and gone, it yet protected me. In the end, it was all I had left. It was constant. It never deserted me.

Robin:
......

Kjelle:
It's thanks to my armor that I'm still alive today to talk about it. Do you see now? Armor isn't just gear. It's a friend to whom I owe my life.

Robin:
But that was then... Now you have something better you can rely on.

Kjelle:
...Better armor, you mean?

Robin:
No! Us, Kjelle! Your friends! Look around the camp. Don't you see how many people here care about you? When we all stand together, nothing can possibly harm you.

Kjelle:
You make a convincing case, Robin. But I don't simply want to be protected—I want to protect my comrades in turn!

Robin:
No one would ask any less of you, because we all feel the same. We all watch out for each other.

Kjelle:
Now THAT'S the best kind of armor there is!