Awakening Supports/Kjelle Owain

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C Support

Owain:
Well, if it isn't my old nemesis, Kjelle!

Kjelle:
What do you want, Owain?

Owain:
Long have we vied for the title of strongest, bound by fate and our unbending wills. But I will not rest until I've put a stop to your nefarious deeds for good!

Kjelle:
Really, I have no time for this. Do you need something? If not, I'm going to go.

Owain:
Ugh, come on! Work with me here! Put some feeling in it! I know you hate men, but would it kill you to show a little effort?

Kjelle:
I don't hate men. I hate idiots. ...A class you fall right into, coincidentally. Even the way you talk makes me angry. Half the time I have no idea what you're saying. It's always stories and sound effects and...posturing.

Owain:
Which is why I'm speaking normally right now.

Kjelle:
And yet I still can't see your point. Now go away.

Owain:
What if I offer to help clean your gear? Come on, it'll be fun.

Kjelle:
I can take care of my own things.

Owain:
Fine then! Just...fine! I don't need this! I can go anywhere and be insulted!

Kjelle:
......

B Support

Owain:
You bear an ominous mien, nemesis! Your face is as a rose-lit dawn wreathed in storm clouds of ebon black!

Kjelle:
......

Owain:
Where is it that calls you hence? What dark purpose spurs you on?! Is it the path of the fallen you walk, or the road to redemption?

Kjelle:
I'm going to the storehouse because my things are there. And what's this about my mien, huh? Was that because I'm a woman? I don't need you penning heartsy-fartsy stuff about how lovely I am. If you have to go writing poems about me, they damned well better be war epics!

Owain:
Geez, all right! Tough crowd... Look, let's try this again. I'll even speak normally.

Kjelle:
I'd prefer if you didn't speak at—

Owain:
Hey, Kjelle. You off to the storehouse to grab some gear?

Kjelle:
...Why?

Owain:
Lemme give you a hand!

Kjelle:
Please don't.

Owain:
Aw, come on. I can do a lot more than just name weapons, you know. I'm one of the best maintenance people in this whole camp. Just gimme a chance. Come on! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c—

Kjelle:
*Sigh*...I suppose it's better than leaving you idle to work mischief elsewhere.

Owain:
Great! I mean, extremely condescending, but the end result? Still great.

Kjelle:
Less talking, more walking. I'm eager to see these...talents of yours.

Owain:
Brace yourself! I don't want you dying of shock at how impressed you'll be!

A Support

Owain:
Cavalier armor. Medium weight class. Combines significant defense with impressive mobility.

Kjelle:
......

Owain:
This one's an archer's jerkin. It boasts unrivaled ease of motion but lacks any real stopping power.

Kjelle:
Do you really need to narrate?

Owain:
It's important to keep the characteristics of the equipment in mind while working on it.

Kjelle:
I suppose I should be happy you're not just goofing around. Still, it would help if you kept your thoughts inside your head.

Owain:
Words are important. Our armor and weapons are partners in this war. Granting them a voice elevates them from hunks of iron to something more. It breathes into them a soul, transforming mere tools into implements of divine will!

Kjelle:
......

Owain:
Take this breastplate. I hear it whisper to me... "I am the Argent Lion Mail," it says. "Behold my regal, silvery form! Behold!" Kjelle, are you beholding? Kjelle? ...Hey, where'd you go?! She just...disappeared... That's...kind of amazing.

Kjelle:
......

Owain:
Gah! What dark sorcery is this?! A lone knight's armor moves of its own accord! Be at peace, ghostly visitor!

Kjelle:
It just never ends with you, does it?

Owain:
Voices from beyond the grave! Begone, foul wraith!

Kjelle:
It's me, you babbling buffoon! And if you say "A ghost ate Kjelle," I'm going to stab you in the eye.

Owain:
Kjelle? What are you doing in there? Is that suit...comfortable? It hides you completely.

Kjelle:
I'm trying to block out the noise.

Owain:
Am I...that much of a bother?

Kjelle:
...Also, this was the suit of armor I wore in my first battle. I put it back on from time to time. It...calms me.

Owain:
Oh. Well, I guess I can respect that. But in that case, it deserves a name!

Kjelle:
No! No names. And even if it were to be named, it would be by anyone but you!

Owain:
Hey! ...Wh-why not?

Kjelle:
Because I said so! Now get sorting!

Owain:
Yes, ma'am...

S Support

Owain:
Hey, Kjelle? You want me to take care of this helmet, or... Heh...should've known. She's gone again. I'm doing her a favor, and she leaves all the work to me? That's gratitude for you! Sometimes I don't know what to do with that girl... She obviously loves this old set of armor. Why won't she give the poor thing a name? Doesn't even have to be a good one. It's the spirit of the thing that counts. I'm probably wasting my time here, but I can't bear the thought of Kjelle being hurt. But if I can't be there to keep her safe, I can at least make sure her gear is! Hold her close, armor. Smother her with all your shiny, steely, plated goodness. Tell her all the things that I dare not. Tell her how much I...love her.

Kjelle:
You what?!

Owain:
K-Kjelle? Is that you? But I don't see you anywhere. Where did that... Aaaaaaah!

Kjelle:
...I'm here. In my armor.

Owain:
But I thought you'd left! Why are you hiding in there while I'm out here doing all the work?!

Kjelle:
I wanted to make sure you wouldn't slack off if I wasn't around to watch you.

Owain:
Look, I don't need a babysitter! Not about this. I take armor and weapons very seriously, thank you.

Kjelle:
Oh, will you forget the blasted armor for one second? ...Go back to the part where you said you loved me.

Owain:
Argh! Y-you heard that?!

Kjelle:
...Yes. So?

Owain:
Look, I didn't... I mean, I do, but... I was gonna tell you at some point! Urgh. Just stab me and get it over with.

Kjelle:
Why would I stab the man who loves me?

Owain:
Because you hate me? Because you have a big dumb boyfriend who's going to fold me into a pretzel? I bet his name's Troy. Or Steve. ...Or Chaz or something.

Kjelle:
I don't hate you, Owain. I actually find you oddly charming. I mean, I could do without all the goofy names and the yelling... But now I see some sense in the madness. You've got heart. And lots of it, apparently.

Owain:
So, um, does that mean you'll...

Kjelle:
I'd love to have you by my side, Owain. In battle or out of it.

Owain:
My steel is yours, Kjelle! By my twitching sword hand, I swear to protect you for all time!

Kjelle:
How about we just protect each other?