Fates Supports/Jakob Selena

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C Support

Selena: I'll take this and this and that. Ooh, and that!

Jakob: Hello, Selena. Shopping like a maniac again?

Selena: J-Jakob! What's that supposed to mean?

Jakob: Let's see. How best to put this... What, exactly, are you planning on doing with all of those pots? Are you going to start a shop? Hm?

Selena: What am I planning to do with them? How should I know?! Isn't that something you figure out after you've bought them?

Jakob: *sigh* No, Selena. If you do that, you'll just waste all your money. Do you see the problem here?

Selena: I-I can't help it! They just caught my eye... Besides, it's my money, so it's none of your business what I buy with it!

Jakob: That's true. You are free to squander your earnings as you please. But, if I may—how do you plan to carry all of this refuse back with you?

Selena: Oh. I hadn't thought of that. Oh, I see! You came over to offer to help me carry them!

Jakob: Mm?

Selena: Um...thanks. I guess I should apologize. I thought you were a jerk. Looks like I underestimated you.

Jakob: No need to thank me. You estimated me perfectly! I'd no intention of helping you. Though I should have known a fool like you would not have planned ahead. In fact, I bet you're so incompetent, you'll never get them all back on your own. Ta-ta!

(Jakob leaves)

Selena: What?! H-hey! Get back here! Ohhhh, I'll show him!

B Support

Selena: Jakob, you jerk! I had a terrible day yesterday, and it's all your fault!

Jakob: Oh? What did I do?

Selena: I had to carry all of those pots home on my own because of you!

Jakob: That isn't my fault. You were the one who chose to buy all those pots.

Selena: S-so?! You didn't even try to help! What kind of monster abandons a helpless girl to fend for herself?

Jakob: You should have planned better. I never said I would help. Besides, you're far from helpless.

Selena: How rude—wait, was that a compliment? Didn't you call me incompetent before?

Jakob: I did, but that was only to rile you up. Spite is the most efficient fuel in all the world. I wasn't sure if you'd make it without a little to help you on your way.

Selena: Huh?

Jakob: *sigh* You're a strong woman. Do you disagree?

Selena: No! I am! I am a strong woman! I'm so strong I can't lose to anyone at anything!

Jakob: Exactly! Your feats on the battlefield are a sight to behold. Your strength, your speed, your dexterity— all are legendary within the ranks.

Selena: R-really?

Jakob: Yes. That's why I believed you didn't need my help the other day. I knew you had the strength in you to carry them all on your own.

Selena: I-I guess... Wait! No! That's crap! You just left because you're a lazy, inconsiderate dastard!

Jakob: Heh. You saw right through me, didn't you? And I was so close...

Selena: I was about to thank you, you farrow- gobbling figsnort!

Jakob: Yes, yes, get it out of your system. I did mean it, however. About your being strong.

Selena: Hmph! Like I believe that! Although that IS very nice of you to say...

A Support

Selena: Are you knitting?

Jakob: I am. It is but one of many of a butler's duties.

Selena: You're very good at it. I'm almost impressed.

Jakob: Thank you very much! For your kind words, I invite you to admire me or my work whenever you like!

Selena: I'm not admiring you! Besides, there's nothing to admire. I'm way better at knitting than you are!

Jakob: Really, Selena? Must you insist on being the best at everything?

Selena: Of course! There's no point in being anything but the best!

Jakob: I don't agree at all. But I suppose such thinking is what motivates you to work so hard?

Selena: You got it! You can't be the best without putting in the effort!

Jakob: Haha. Nicely put. I don't know whether to call you honest or simple, but either way it's very Selena-like.

Selena: Wh-what's that supposed to mean? Are you making fun of me again?!

Jakob: Not at all. I'm just impressed.

Selena: R-really? Then...that's fine, I guess.

Jakob: Ah, there we are. I'm done with the knitting. Would you like to take a look?

Selena: Amazing! You really are very good.

Jakob: That's right—be honest. It's OK to admire me. I can take it.

Selena: I told you, I'm not admiring YOU! It's just... I think those baby socks are adorable! And you'd better be damn grateful I'll even say that! Ugh!

(Selena leaves)

Jakob: Heh. What an interesting young woman.

S Support

Jakob: Selena! I have good news for you! You want to be the best at everything, right?

Selena: That's right... What about it?

Jakob: Rejoice. You've done it again.

Selena: Huh? That's good, I guess, but I have no clue what you're talking about...

Jakob: You don't? Then allow me to tell you.

Selena: Sure. What have I suddenly become the best at?

Jakob: At being loved by me.

Selena: ... Oh my gods, I'm in love with an idiot.

Jakob: I knew it! You feel the same way! Selena, my darling, marry me!

Selena: N-now hold on just a minute there! I'm the best at being loved by you?

Jakob: That is correct. Are you not happy? I thought you loved being the best at things.

Selena: I do...but I sorta meant I like being the best at, y'know, DOING things. Not the best at having others feel a certain way about me.

Jakob: I take your point. Then you are the best at being the woman you are. Which also happens to be the one I love the most! You have taken first place in my heart, Selena. So...will you marry me?

Selena: Hang on a minute!

Jakob: Y-yes, of course. I apologize.

Selena: What did you mean by the "best"? Are there others you love? Do you have a second-place love? A third-place one?

Jakob: No. You're the only one for me.

Selena: So you were just forcing that joke, then? Well it was a bad joke. I want you to try again. To say what you came to say better. No jokes, no lines.

Jakob: Very well. Selena...I love you.

Selena: Was that so hard? I love you too, Jakob.

Jakob: So...you WILL marry me, then?

Selena: Give it some time, dear. Now come here, and give me a kiss.

Jakob: Y-yes, my love! First kiss, incomiiiing!