Awakening Supports/Morgan(F) Noire
C Support
Noire:
Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...
Morgan:
Hm? What was that?
Noire:
MWAAAH HA HA HA HA HA!
Morgan:
D-don't tell me...
Noire:
A POX ON THESE ENDLESS MARCHES! May camping outdoors burn in perdition! The blood and the thunder demand a bed with pillows of softest down! SOFTEST DOWN, DAMN YOU!
Morgan:
Er... Are you all right, Noire?
Noire:
Ack! M-Morgan?! I... Oh, dear.
Morgan:
Um, look. I know we've been on the road for a while since the last town, but... Well, I didn't know it was bothering you this much. I'm right there with you, though. A nice, fluffy bed sounds amazing right now.
Noire:
N-no, I... I'm all right, Morgan. I was just... Whenever I feel stressed and frustrated, I let it out like that. Shouting out loud helps relieve the pressure, you know? I do this fairly often, actually...
Morgan:
Fairly often?!
Noire:
Well, it's better to let it all out than have it build up inside me, right?
Morgan:
So, wait. You're really this stressed over not being able to sleep in a bed?
Noire:
Um, yes and no. That was mostly just the first thing that came to mind. It's never that simple, though. Stress is a sum of all the little things in life.
Morgan:
Yeah, I suppose it is. Anyway, I'm sorry you feel so frustrated.
Noire:
No, it's all right. I'm sorry to have startled you, Morgan. I'll be going now.
Morgan:
She always seemed so quiet and gentle...
B Support
Noire:
Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...
Morgan:
Oh, geez... Not again.
Noire:
MWAH HA HA HA HA HA!
Morgan:
Noire?!
Noire:
MY TANGLED HAIR DEMANDS JUSTICE! My skin is as dry as the wastes of our forsaken future! This bleak and desiccated life of scavenging meals and endless night marches must end! END, DAMN YOU!
Morgan:
A-are you sure you're all right? Should I get a healer? Or, um, a psychiatrist?
Noire:
Ack! M-Morgan?! Um, hi. I'm afraid you've...caught me again. I don't, uh... I mean, this isn't... This is all so embarrassing.
Morgan:
Is everything okay? Did something happen?
Noire:
Honestly, even I don't really know why I'm feeling so pent up of late.
Morgan:
Well, I hope you can find the source soon. It must be awful! And it, uh... It sounds like you're getting louder every time. To be honest, I'm a little worried about where this may go...
Noire:
I know. I'm kinda worried, too.
Morgan:
Well, no sense stressing over your stress levels! Get some rest and you'll feel better. Take it from me, the best thing to do in situations like this is forget your troubles! Just slap on a big grin and tell yourself everything's coming up Noire!
Noire:
So...I should act like you?
Morgan:
Hey, not to brag, but you could do a lot worse than follow my lead on this one. Give it a try, and see where it gets you!
Noire:
Heh, I may just do that. Thank you, Morgan.
Morgan:
My pleasure! And if there's ever anything on your mind, I'm always happy to listen. Honestly, I'm feeling pretty lucky after spotting one of your screaming sessions. Maybe some of that good fortune will rub off on you, too!
Noire:
You make it sound like finding me screaming is like finding a four-leaf clover.
Morgan:
What? Not at all! That would be rude. ...It's more like seeing a shooting star.
Noire:
Oh, well that's... Wait, how is that different?
A Support
Noire:
Dum tee dum doo... Tra la la tee da...
Morgan:
Heya, Noire.
Noire:
M-Morgan! You've caught me in the act yet again.
Morgan:
Yeah, but it's the act of humming! And you look so...cheery?
Noire:
Do I? Oh, that's a relief! A while back, I finally pinpointed the source of my frustrations...
Morgan:
Really? Congratulations! That's great!
Noire:
Yes, right. See, because it's not exactly an easy problem to fix... The chief source of my stress is my own tendency to suddenly snap.
Morgan:
Wait, what?
Noire:
Well, I'd get angry, then feel ashamed of my outburst. Then that creates stress and... Well, I just end up in a big shame spiral.
Morgan:
So getting stressed was getting you...stressed? Yeah, that does sound like a tricky problem.
Noire:
It's hopeless unless I find some way to break this vicious cycle...
Morgan:
Then wait, how come you were so happy a second ago?
Noire:
Well, I figured that if my getting angry was the problem, I needed to be happy instead. Even if it meant just clearing my head of thought and enjoying a little mindless break. So I, um...
Morgan:
Yes?
Noire:
I tried to do my best to emulate you. No one rivals you for mindless happiness. ...And I mean that in the nicest possible way. So I hoped that even just going through the motions might brighten me up a bit.
Morgan:
Huh. Well, I'll be.
Noire:
B-but please don't get the wrong idea! I know you must have your own troubles. I don't mean to dismiss them at all.
Morgan:
Aw, don't worry about that! If it helps you, I think it's a great idea! Besides, I don't actually have any troubles, so don't worry in the least.
Noire:
Yes, and I'm very sor— Wait, you don't?
Morgan:
Yup! No worries here! Emulate away. Heck, I'll even teach you! Tips and Tricks to Mindless Bliss: A Seminar by Morgan!
Noire:
Are there really... Do you actually HAVE tips and tricks?
Morgan:
Well, sure! Step one: Always wake up early to give yourself time to say hi to the songbirds.
Noire:
W-wait, I should be writing these down! Oh, Morgan, will you train me in the ways of airheaded joy?
Morgan:
You bet! We'll start with the easy stuff. Prepare for some intense nap lessons!
Noire:
Er... How does one train at napping? To say nothing of doing it "intensely."
Morgan:
You don't even KNOW! It takes constant focus to cease all conscious thought! But don't worry—I'll have you spacing with the best of them in no time!
Noire:
R-right!
