Fates Supports/Charlotte Ophelia(PC)

From EmblemWiki
Jump to: navigation, search


C Support

Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.

Charlotte: Oh no! What's wrong, Ophelia?

Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.

Charlotte: Ohh, I understand. You're hungry!

Ophelia: You know me so well.

Charlotte: Well of course I do! After all, I am a chosen one.

Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow, I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side!

Charlotte: Heehee. That would be wonderful.

Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.

Charlotte: OK, OK! I'll go whip up something yummy.

Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?

Charlotte: How about you grab us a few bowls.

Ophelia: Sure thing! I've got it under contr— AHH!

Ophelia: Mother! These shattered bowls foretell a dire event in our future...

Charlotte: Ophelia, just apologize if you broke the bowl. It's the polite thing to do.

Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.

B Support

Ophelia: *sigh*

Charlotte: Ophelia, you look upset. Is something troubling you?

Ophelia: Chosen ones really do see everything, don't they?

Charlotte: You're obviously upset. Just tell me what happened. Maybe I can help.

Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?

Charlotte: Huh? Why would you ask me that?

Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.

Charlotte: Is that all? Don't worry so much! I have nothing but faith in you.

Ophelia: You don't understand how I feel! You're so strong already.

Charlotte: You know I wasn't always this way, right?

Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?

Charlotte: My strength came after I became a chosen one.

Ophelia: Really? How is that possible?

Charlotte: Ophelia, who do you think chose me?

Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods perhaps?

Charlotte: Nope! It was you, Ophelia. You chose me.

Ophelia: I did?

Charlotte: Your birth made me stronger than I ever thought possible. I wanted to protect you, make sure nothing bad ever happened.

Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.

Charlotte: Everything will be fine, sweetie. In time, you'll be a chosen one too!

Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support

Ophelia: Hello, Mother!

Charlotte: Good morning, sweetie. You're looking cheerful today!

Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.

Charlotte: That's what I'm here for, silly.

Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.

Charlotte: Why are you so excited all of a sudden?

Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become much stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.

Charlotte: Heehee, I see.

Ophelia: Please, I just want to be an incredible chosen one, like you! Teach me everything! I'll soak up your knowledge like a sponge.

Charlotte: Listen, I won't be easy on you. But I'll train you to become a rough and tough warrior, just like me!

Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?

Charlotte: Perfect. Why don't you wash those dirty dishes?

Ophelia: OK! You mean this pile here? AHHH!

Ophelia: Oh no! I broke a plate. I'm so sorry, Mother.

Charlotte: Hey! You apologized right away this time.

Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?

Charlotte: Heehee. At least you're learning!