Fates Supports/Peri Ignatius(PC)

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C Support

Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...

Peri: With what?

Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.

Peri: Some little critter crawled into your tent, right? A worm or spider or something?

Ignatius: It's a spider riding a worm. If it had just been a spider OR a worm, I could have handled it—I swear!

Peri: Don't worry, dear Ignatius. Smashing bugs is the kind of thing I excel at.

Ignatius: Oh, gods... Please do NOT smash them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.

Peri: Mm-hm. You can try to act tough if that's what you want. But your mother will always know you as her helpless baby boy. Whatever you need smashed, whether it's enemy soldiers or spiders, just ask.

Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?

Peri: Heehee... Suuuure you are. Until then, let's get exterminating!

Ignatius: No, I said DON'T smash them! I don't want bug guts on my things!

B Support

Ignatius: Good day, Mother. Do you have a moment?

Peri: Sure. Why, what's wrong? More bugs in the bedroll?

Ignatius: No! I told you, I'm going to deal with my own bugs from now on. Why, just the other day a ladybug landed on my forearm... And, through gritted teeth, I was able to gently brush it away.

Peri: OK. But I'm not hearing a problem.

Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.

Peri: What, does it need fixing? I've never been a great seamstress.

Ignatius: No, the fabric is intact. It's just... I believe my tent is haunted. As I was drifting off to sleep, I was sure I could see a face staring at me!

Peri: Heh heh... Just a regular face? Or were its eyes bulging and veins popping and—

Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.

Peri: All right, all right. We can go deal with the big, bad phantom together.

Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?

Peri: Heh heh. I've heard this before. The thought of spooks used to have you quaking in your boots as a kid, too.

Ignatius: I'm sorry. I know you'd never let anything so trivial get to you. You must be disappointed to have raised a coward.

Peri: Oh, don't go sulking. It's nice to see your kids grow up, but it's also kinda nice to see them stay the same.

Ignatius: Really? You mean that?

Peri: Yep! You'll get it one day. Besides, you're not a coward. I'd be MUCH more disappointed if you were.

Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.

Peri: Now I'm curious—do you still need those stuffed animals to get to sleep?

Ignatius: Yes, what of it?

Peri: Hmph. You ought to get rid of them. They'd freak me out when I used to check up on you at night.

Ignatius: Did they? I see... OH! I see. Never mind.

A Support

Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.

Peri: This is one of the charms you make for people, huh?

Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.

Peri: That'll come in handy! Although...should I be worried?

Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.

Peri: Oh, Iggy.

Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...

Peri: Hah! Not much happens to me. I'm usually what happens to the other guy.

Ignatius: Yes... I've seen the grisly aftermath. But I still worry. You're the only person who accepts me just the way I am. I...I just can't stand the thought of losing you.

Peri: Well... I appreciate the thought, but... my number's gonna come up someday. So you should be prepared for the worst.

Ignatius: You're right. Of course.

Peri: But it's not all bad! Your dad cares about you, and so do all your friends. I'm not the only one in the world who loves you for what you are. So chin up!

Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.

Peri: Whatever. Worrying about you is old hat by now. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't worry? A bad mother. A terrible, unloving—

Ignatius: Mother! I get it. Just promise me that you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?

Peri: Long and healthy, huh? I can get behind that idea. It's a deal, Son!