Fates Supports/Elise Ophelia(PC)

From EmblemWiki
Jump to: navigation, search

Back

C Support

Ophelia: Mother! My situation is terribly dire...

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

Ophelia: Within my depths, a greedy beast stirs. It demands a hearty offering.

Elise: Heehee. Are you hungry?

Ophelia: Precisely! You know me so well.

Elise: Why of course I do! Your mother is a chosen one after all.

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

Elise: Heehee. Wouldn't that be something!

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

Elise: Right! How about I prepare you a nice, tasty lunch?

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

Elise: Could you grab us a few plates please?

Ophelia: Of course! In my mind's eye I can see that this meal will be... AHHH!

Ophelia: Mother! Oh dear! My shattered-plate fortune-telling reveals...

Elise: Now, Ophelia. The polite thing to do is apologize after you break something.

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

B Support

Ophelia: *sigh*

Elise: What's bothering you?

Ophelia: Wow, chosen ones really do observe everything. Of course you can tell...

Elise: Why not just say what's on your mind? You know I'm always happy to listen!

Ophelia: Well, I've tried to glimpse forward. Into the future... Oh, Mother! Do you think I will be a chosen one?

Elise: Why would you ever doubt yourself?

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

Elise: Ophelia, sweetie. Don't you worry. There is more to being a chosen one than strength alone!

Ophelia: You make everything appear so effortless.

Elise: I wasn't always so strong, Ophelia.

Ophelia: What do you mean?

Elise: My strength grew from becoming a chosen one.

Ophelia: Really?

Elise: Tell me, sweetie, do you know who chose me?

Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods, perhaps?

Elise: Heehee! Good guess! No, I was chosen by you, sweetie.

Ophelia: By me? What do you mean?

Elise: Your birth gave me more strength than I ever thought possible. I realized I had to watch over you, no matter what.

Ophelia: Wow...

Elise: So don't you fret! One day, you'll be a chosen one, just like me!

Ophelia: Aww. Thanks, Mother.

A Support

Ophelia: Good morning!

Elise: Ophelia, you're practically glowing! Why are you so cheerful today?

Ophelia: Because of you, Mother! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a tide pool of despair.

Elise: That is a little melodramatic, sweetie. Glad to know I helped though!

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.

Elise: Why are you so motivated all of a sudden?

Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your wisdom. I want your help, Mother. I need to become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity to back up my words.

Elise: Heehee! That's my girl!

Ophelia: I beg you! Teach me everything so I can carry on your proud tradition.

Elise: Well...it won't be simple. And I won't be easy on you, sweetie.

Ophelia: Oh, Mother! Thank you! Where should we start? Chores?

Elise: That pile of dishes looks like as good a starting place as any.

Ophelia: These ones here? Don't worry, I'll have these clea— AHHH!

Ophelia: Umm, Mother? I broke the dishes. Again. I'm sorry.

Elise: It's just a plate, sweetie. And hey! You apologized right away this time too!

Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one would never hide from their mistakes, right?

Elise: Heehee! Looks like you're already learning, Ophelia!