Awakening Supports/Avatar(F) Owain

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Owain:
Severiestus? ...Too complicated. Deus Dumbfoundus? ...Too long.

Robin:
Owain? What are you doing?

Owain:
Oh, 'tis the lady tactician! I sense your appearance is evidence of Fortune's work. Would milady for the nonce stop the sands of time, that o'er centuries have flowed?

Robin:
...I haven't the foggiest clue what you're saying.

Owain:
Er, do you have a moment? We're like-minded souls, yes? I could use some advice.

Robin:
Well, for starters, you should try speaking like a normal person...

Owain:
Hark now! In my hand I hold my faithful friend, a shimmering sliver of silver steel. My weapon, my blade, my companion to death... It demands a sacred appellation!

Robin:
Er, right... Are you saying you want help thinking up a name for your sword?

Owain:
Ah, yes! Two souls united are we, words mere gilding to instinctive understanding.

Robin:
...Quite. But why do you need MY help? Aren't you the name guy around here?

Owain:
Ah, but therein lies the rub, for I cannot conjure the proper agnomen. ...Not one that sounds cool, anyway.

Robin:
Ah... Okay, I suppose I could try to come up with some ideas...

Owain:
I'd be most grateful! My blade is like a brother to me... Ah, how I adore it!

Robin:
Well, I'll just...give you two some privacy, then...

B Support

Owain:
Ah, 'tis the Titler! She who was chosen by fate to name my faithful blade!

Robin:
...Actually, I think you were the one who asked me.

Owain:
Enough idle chitchat! Has inspiration struck? Prithee, do you have a name?

Robin:
Actually, I was wondering if I might have a little more time with that.

Owain:
Sooo...today is not the day my sword receives its sacred appellation? Oh, my poor, sweet sword. Yes, I, too, grieve at the insufferable delay... But we must remember the Titler cannot be rushed, no matter how tardy she may be.

Robin:
If you can talk to the thing, why don't you just ask what it wants to be called?

Owain:
Oh, wow. I never thought of... I mean, nay, woman, nay! You speak the impossible! It must be thee who proffers the name! A vow has been made and sealed in blood! Should we break it, great and horrible will be the curses that rain down upon us!

Robin:
Look, could you at least give me a hint? What should it sound like?

Owain:
Well, it should have strong, manly letters. Like V or D or G. ...And no Qs. It must be a forceful name that strikes fear into the hearts of evildoers everywhere!

Robin:
Maybe you could give me a couple of examples? ...Please?

Owain:
Well, er... Vermidog? Viseguard? Hmm... Oh! Oh, I got one! Cloverfinger!

Robin:
Wow, those are all SO great! Why don't you just use one of those?

Owain:
Ah! I know what you're doing! You seek to evade your responsibility as Titler! Yet remember that fate herself entrusted you with this sacred task! Now, speak, Titler! Give us your answer! What shall be...the NAME?!

Robin:
Look, Owain. I'm really sorry about this, but nothing's coming to mind. What's the rush, anyway? If you ask me, I think it would make a lot more sense to wait for a bit.

Owain:
Explain theeself! ...Er, thouself? ...Explain!

Robin:
I think you should first spend more time using the blade. The better you two know each other, the easier it will be to find a good name.

Owain:
By the gods, that's not a bad notion at all! Find the character, and thence the name! Perhaps this is what fate had in mind when she brought about that meeting 'twixt us!

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Owain:
Aha! There she be! We've been seeking you, my partner and I, for we wish to offer our humble thanks.

Robin:
"Partner"? ...You mean your sword?

Owain:
After our fruitful dialogue, I was resolved to become better acquainted with my blade. Strange to tell, but since that day we've become a mighty force on the battlefield. 'Tis like the gods themselves are reaching down to guide every parry and blow!

Robin:
Oh?

Owain:
Yes! Why, just the other day, some fiend launched an arrow at my back. Instead of striking me, it glanced off the blade as I swung to strike another! Training has become easier, I learn new skills without effort, and my armor gleams. Plus, I found a four-leaf clover and got the end cut of the roast three days running! Everything's comin' up Owain!

Robin:
I'm not sure what it has to do with clovers and roast ox, but I'm pleased for you.

Owain:
You couldn't give my sword a name, sure. But instead, you pointed the way to a deeper understanding of my faithful blade. And let's face it, that's MUCH more important than some silly moniker! I'll be sure to seek you out the next time I need advice on anything!

Robin:
Well, I'm glad it...all worked out.

Owain:
O fount of deepest understanding! O goddess of infallible wisdom!

Robin:
Er, okay, Owain, you're welcome. Just keep your voice down a little?

S Support

Owain:
*Siiigh*

Robin:
Owain? What's the matter? You seem down.

Owain:
I am. And the kicker is, I have no idea why...

Robin:
It must be serious if you've stopped the lordly speechifying.

Owain:
Yeah, I've given up on that. It was starting to irritate even me. In fact, lots of things are bothering me lately. Heck, I can barely eat! I've talked to the physicians, I've talked to the healers, and neither can help. They just said I must have picked up an infection or something.

Robin:
That does sound quite serious. Here, let me feel your forehead...

Owain:
Waaargh! NO! Don't touch me!

Robin:
Er, but I only wanted to see if you have a fever...

Owain:
Yes, but you see, I worry that this illness somehow revolves around...you. When I think of you, I find enough strength coursing through me to lift a wyvern! But at the same time, my chest tightens and I can barely breathe!

Robin:
That sounds...familiar.

Owain:
You recognize the symptoms? Please, you have to tell me what disease I have!

Robin:
Er, it's not a disease, exactly. Although it IS serious... Oh, this is embarrassing.

Owain:
E-embarrassing?! I have an embarrassing illness?!

Robin:
N-no, I don't mean that. It's just...not easy to talk about.

Owain:
Oh, please, Robin! If you know something, you have to tell me!

Robin:
You spend a lot of time thinking about me, don't you? I mean...inordinately.

Owain:
Yeeeeees...

Robin:
And when you do think about me, you feel that tightening in the chest, don't you? Doesn't that sound familiar? Isn't that what...love feels like?

Owain:
...... By the mullet of Ike, I think you're right! Somehow, some way, I must have fallen in love with you! ...Zounds. I can see why you were embarrassed to tell me.

Robin:
Of course I'm embarrassed! Fancy having to tell a man that he's in...love with me. I mean, what if I'd been wrong and you just laughed in my face? I'd have never lived it down!

Owain:
I guess I did put you on the spot there, didn't I?

Robin:
Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Youthful innocence is one of your many charms.

Owain:
You...think I'm charming? Charming enough to...marry, maybe?

Robin:
Hee hee. Maybe. Although if we're to be wed, you'll need to work on recognizing your own emotions. And no more talking like a noble with a thesaurus! Got it?!

Owain:
Indeed, I have recei—er, yeah, got it!

[Confession CG scene]
You eluded my defenses and pierced my heart. It seems I've finally found...my weakness.