Fates Supports/Orochi Ophelia(PC)
C Support
Ophelia: Mother! My situation is terribly dire!
Orochi: What happened, Ophelia?
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Orochi: Oh! Is your tummy rumbling, dear?
Ophelia: You know me so well.
Orochi: Well of course I do! I am a chosen one after all.
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!
Orochi: Heehee! Wouldn't that be something?
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Orochi: Heehee! How about I make you something special?
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Orochi: Can you reach the bowls for me, dear?
Ophelia: No problem! I'll be right back. AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh dear! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals...
Orochi: Now, dear, the polite thing to do is apologize after you break something.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Orochi: Ophelia? What's on your mind?
Ophelia: Hmm. Chosen ones really do see everything.
Orochi: Well I can certainly see that you're upset. Tell me what's on your mind, dear. I'm sure we can come up with a solution if we put our heads together.
Ophelia: I was wondering something. Can I really become a chosen one?
Orochi: Why would you doubt that?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Orochi: Heeheehee! So that's what you're worried about? Don't you fret. I know you'll become a chosen one too.
Ophelia: You don't understand how I feel. You're already so powerful!
Orochi: Ophelia, I haven't always been this way.
Ophelia: Huh?
Orochi: True strength comes from within.
Ophelia: Really?
Orochi: Guess who chose me. Go on.
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods perhaps?
Orochi: Heeheehee. Nope! Not even close. You chose me, dear.
Ophelia: What do you mean?
Orochi: When you were born, I felt power flow through me. To protect you, I knew I would have to be stronger, tougher.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Orochi: Don't torment yourself so much, dear! One day you'll be a chosen one too.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Hello, Mother!
Orochi: Good morning, Ophelia. You're in high spirits today!
Ophelia: Thanks to you I am indeed! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Orochi: You know I'm always happy to talk. Glad to hear that I helped!
Ophelia: Now that I have conquered that darkness, I need you to show me everything... Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
Orochi: What's gotten you so motivated?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your wisdom. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Orochi: Oh, I'm sure you will.
Ophelia: Please, all I want is to be an incredible chosen one, just like you! Show me everything! I will soak up your knowledge like a sponge.
Orochi: OK, OK! I'll teach you as much as I can.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Why don't we begin with some chores?
Orochi: Smart thinking. Better to start small.
Ophelia: How about this pile of plates here? I'll have these washed and dried in no tim— AHHH!
Ophelia: Umm, I broke the dishes. I'm sorry.
Orochi: Well, at least you apologized right away this time!
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
Orochi: Heeheehee. You're a good girl, Ophelia.
