Awakening Supports/Avatar(F) Maribelle
C Support
Robin:
Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?
Maribelle:
Are you studying, Robin?
Robin:
Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading up a bit.
Maribelle:
Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!
Robin:
Did you just drop by to look down your nose at me, or was there something else?
Maribelle:
A noble's nose engages in no such activities! I was sincerely impressed. If my turn of phrase offended, I apologize. Forgive me?
Robin:
Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?
Maribelle:
Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.
Robin:
Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting, you know.
Maribelle:
Can you fault me for being curious about an amnesiac with a genius for strategy? You've also earned quite a bit of trust from my dear friend Lissa. It's only natural that I'd want to learn more about the stranger in our midst. I suppose you might simply say that I hoped we could become...friends. Unless you object, of course.
Robin:
No, I don't object, per se. But...weren't we already friends?
Maribelle:
Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Robin!
Robin:
Heh! You really can be sweet sometimes, Maribelle. Well then, ask away. If I know the answer, I'm happy to tell it.
Maribelle:
Oh, lovely! That's very kind. Well, then... Tell me about the quaint customs of the unwashed masses from whence you come? I'm especially interested in this "slang" of which you brutes seem so fond...
Robin:
...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back before that.
B Support
Maribelle:
A question about the material we covered yesterday, Robin.
Robin:
Ah, you mean about my lessons on the language of the great unwashed?
Maribelle:
Precisely, yes. I immediately set about to practice what you'd taught me, but... Well, everyone I spoke to looked askance, or avoided eye contact altogether. Others still contorted with glee, as if they were stifling laughter.
Robin:
Wait, you used that slang? Out loud? In public?
Maribelle:
If you hope to communicate with a person, you must first speak their language, no? And the quickest way to internalize new knowledge is to put it into practice!
Robin:
Yeeees, both of those are technically true. But, Maribelle, when we talked, I... Look. The examples I taught you are reserved for intimate friends.
Maribelle:
What?! You knew this and didn't tell me? Did you hope to ruin me?! Wait... So when I told Chrom he was "a right sweet bit'a fruit"...? You mean to tell me that was inappropriate?
Robin:
I'm sorry! It was all in good fun! I never thought you'd actually—
Maribelle:
One moment. If you taught me this slang, then you must consider us intimate friends?
Robin:
Uh...
Maribelle:
I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Robin, truly. In that case, I ought have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.
Robin:
No, that's... I don't...
Maribelle:
Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a bit'a rabbit?
Robin:
MARIBELLE! Stop! Please! I can literally hear everything you stand for screaming and dying in agony! Look, I'll clear things up with everyone. Okay? I'll take the blame. Just please, please, PLEASE promise you'll never talk like that again.
Maribelle:
Well, I suppose if it's that important to you...
Robin:
Thank you.
Maribelle:
Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!
Robin:
...Wait a minute. I didn't teach you that. Damnation! Who has done this to you, Maribelle? Who?!
Maribelle:
Hm-hm! I'm afraid THAT is my little secret...
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Robin:
Er, Maribelle? I have an idea... Why don't we skip the slang lesson today? Instead, maybe you could teach me about the aristocratic life?
Maribelle:
Any chance to educate my social inferiors is a chance I will take. Now then! What would you like to know?
Robin:
Well, you hear people talk about a noble bearing, yes? What is that, exactly?
Maribelle:
Well, I suppose it begins with learning to stand properly.
Robin:
Am I not really standing now? Because it feels like I'm standing.
Maribelle:
You have the posture of a damp noodle! The resolute promise of a soufflé! A noble stands...thusly. The spine forms a straight line. Pretend an invisible thread pulls your head ever skyward. ...Go on, give it a try.
Robin:
Let's see. Straight spine... Invisible thread... Like this?
Maribelle:
Why are you jutting your chin out?
Robin:
It happens naturally when I force my head up.
Maribelle:
A pauper's instinct! Cast it away!
Robin:
Is this better?
Maribelle:
Your shoulders are raised. Lower them and hold your chest high.
Robin:
So like...this?
Maribelle:
Yes! Just so! There, now. That wasn't so hard, was it? I say, you're quite the apt pupil, Robin. With enough practice, you could become a lady fit for the highest court! Well, I may exaggerate. Perhaps one of the more middling courts.
Robin:
You think? Wow, I never—
Maribelle:
Then it's settled! I shall make it my personal mission to shape you into a lady of high society. I'll instruct you until you're fit to consort with kings! ...Or at least a baron.
Robin:
Er, you really don't have to—
Maribelle:
Bup-bup-bup! Nothing is less noble than leaving a task half done! You needn't be shy. We're intimate friends, after all.
Robin:
Wait... This is revenge for the slang incident, isn't it?
Maribelle:
Less talking, more walking! ...ARISTOCRATIC walking, please! Then we will work on ballroom dance and how to properly wield a fork!
Robin:
Heeeeelp meeeeeee!
