Fates Supports/Orochi Nyx
C Support
Orochi: Nyx? Calling Nyx! Hello? Oh, Nyxie-poo?
Nyx: Nyxie-poo?!
Orochi: I thought that might scare you out of hiding.
Nyx: Hmpf. I'm not in hiding. I just require extreme solitude. What do you want, Orochi?
Orochi: Testy, testy! I'll be direct then. I want to challenge you.
Nyx: You have lost my interest already. Good-bye.
Orochi: Wait! You're my rival here at camp, whether you like it or not. We are both practitioners of sorcery. I am used to my people needing me. I need them...to need you less.
Nyx: Your needs, and their needs, have nothing to do with me.
Orochi: What? How can you say that so coolly? You're one of us, Nyx.
Nyx: Also, lest you think us rival sisters in sorcery, keep this in mind... One of us uses Hoshidan magic. The other, Nohrian. Not that I care, but that gives everyone a distinct choice between us. Now, this conversation is over.
Orochi: But they are starting to prefer you.
Nyx: Oh, are they?
Orochi: You're young in appearance, but the way you speak has tricked them. They think you're more mature than I. I overheard someone say he'd rather have magic done by a more...seasoned person.
Nyx: Ah, that's what has got you so incredibly vexed. My appearance does belie my true age. Emotionally too, I'm also more mature.
Orochi: Then I must challenge you! I must show everyone who to turn to. Prepare yourself, Nyxie-poo. We will battle soon.
(Orochi leaves)
Nyx: That girl is trouble.
B Support
Orochi: All right, Nyxie-poo. Let's commence our battle of magic. Our reputations are on the line. One of us will rise ascendant! The other—splat on her face! You may choose the nature of our battle—potions, perhaps?
Nyx: It amuses me to see you getting so riled up over this situation. Who cares which of us people choose? You shouldn't. I refuse to participate in your battle to be the supreme sorceress here.
Orochi: Scared you'll lose, Nyxie-poo?
Nyx: What are we, children? I'm not going to fall prey to taunts and teasing. Personally, I don't need to battle to know you're a superlative diviner.
Orochi: What did you call me?!
Nyx: Oh, stop. You know very well I complimented you. You're devoted to your craft—impressive at so young an age.
Orochi: You can't fool me with all of your tricky double-talk. Besides, you cannot be older than me. I'm the more mature!
Nyx: ...... Because I respect you, Orochi, I'll confide a bit of my history. When I was younger, I came into my powers of sorcery. But I was too powerful. Too young. Too immature. One day, I attempted a spell that a sorceress should attempt only late in life. I won't say whether it went right or wrong. Only that it froze my age.
Orochi: Froze your—?
Nyx: My physical age, that is. I have matured inside many years since then. You see now? I'm not just wise beyond my years. I'm exactly as wise as a woman of my age...and experience. And my wisdom tells me that you're good for this camp. But, me?
Orochi: Is all that true? What a heavy burden you must be carrying all the time!
Nyx: Hmpf. Anyway, now I hope you see why I esteem you highly. I know what a woman in charge of her craft looks like. I wish I'd been like you.
Orochi: I'm humbled, Nyx. And sorry. Now that you're with us, I hope you find a way to let go of that past.
Nyx: I cannot. It made me who I am.
Orochi: I have been known for acting...oh, well, if we are being honest, juvenile. So I feel your pain a little. But clearly you are helping people with your magic these days. At the least, I know that you joined our camp. We couldn't do without you!
Nyx: You see? No battle needed. This camp is fortunate to have you. Now, leave me. I need my solitude.
Orochi: Wait! Did you just say all that just to get me to leave you alone?
Nyx: I told you the truth, though now I hope you WILL leave me alone.
Orochi: I can tell you don't want that. Why, look at your shy little blush, Nyxie-poo!
Nyx: I would advise you to stop with the teasing. It's beneath you. Perhaps we'll chat again. I'll admit that I feel a sisterhood between us. And that lightens my burden. A little.
A Support
Orochi: Can I have a minute of your time, Nyx?
Nyx: No more Nyxie-poo? I hope you don't still want to battle me.
Orochi: Heavens, no. That's all behind us. Last we spoke, you said you felt some sisterhood between us. I'm hoping you might be willing to share the art of Nohrian magic.
Nyx: Bold girl, asking for a battle one day, then sisterhood and secrets the next.
Orochi: Heh. I'm flexible.
Nyx: I'll admit that I've been giving it some thought too. I've felt that my heavy load has been a little lighter of late—thanks to you.
Orochi: What did I do?
Nyx: You were yourself. I sensed that I could tell a little of myself to someone like you. I have sins to atone for, frankly. You don't seem to judge me.
Orochi: But we all have sins to—
Nyx: Please, don't compare your burdens to mine. I won't have it. What I'm saying is that I dearly wish I'd met you when I was young. I may not have done many of the things I did. If I'd only had a friend like you then, I would have never...
Orochi: Well, whatever happened then, you can count on me now. Sister sorceresses—never parted, no matter what.
Nyx: Ha! I'd like that. You know, we're similar in a strange way. The way we look is almost the total opposite of who we are inside.
Orochi: I know, you totally look— Wait, I look more mature. So, you're saying I'm—
Nyx: Childish. Almost infantile! A bawling baby, crying constantly for attention!
Orochi: What?! How dare you?! Well then, you've got the heart of a hag. We are going to have that battle of magic. I will prove superior, Nyx.
Nyx: Fine by me, Orochi-poo!
