Fates Supports/Sophie Soleil

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C Support

Soleil: Heya, Sophie!

Sophie: Whoa, where did you come from? Do you need me for something?

Soleil: Aren't you the serious one! But, no. I don't need something. Just admiring a beautiful flower.

Sophie: And that is the end of our discussion. I prefer to be recognized for my ability.

(Sophie leaves)

Soleil: What?! W-wait, Sophie! Don't be like that!

Sophie: I don't have time for odes to beauty. I'm trying to become a great knight.

Soleil: With that unmanageable horse of yours?

Sophie: Wow! How can you say that?! Avel's just excitable, that's all.

Soleil: Sorry. I couldn't resist teasing you a little. So you wanna be a great knight, huh? Because I have an idea...

Sophie: Uh-oh.

Soleil: Let's make a little bet on if you can pass as a knight in the next encounter. I'll be the judge. If I say you fought well, then you win.

Sophie: You're the judge of a bet you're part of? That seems kinda biased.

Soleil: What, you don't think you can win? Then how about I ask everyone in our army after our next battle?

Sophie: Uh, th-that won't be necessary. Fine, just you then. What happens if I win?

Soleil: I will never call you a flower again.

Sophie: Sounds good. And if I lose?

Soleil: Then you'll change your name to Flower.

Sophie: No way, Soleil.

Soleil: Oh, all right. You have to emblazon a tiny flower on your armor.

Sophie: All right. Challenge accepted!

Soleil: Well then, Lady Knight, I'll see you on the battlefield.

Sophie: You'd better be there. Watch me closely, you hear? I'm going to win this bet.

B Support

Sophie: Soleil! Soleil!

Soleil: ...Hi, Sophie...

Sophie: Were you watching that last encounter? You did see it, right?

Soleil: ...

Sophie: So? What did you think? I did pretty darn well, if I do say so myself!

Soleil: F-fine, I'll admit it... You were a perfect knight on the battlefield.

Sophie: What was that? I couldn't quite hear! You'll have to speak up!

Soleil: I said you were a PERFECT! KNIGHT!

Sophie: Hah! In your face, Soleil!

Soleil: *sigh* And I so wanted to be the one to emblazon that flower on your armor.

Sophie: Heehee. Too bad! But I have to hand it to you for not bending the rules just to win.

Soleil: I would never stoop so low! I like you too much for that. Anyway, you win the bet.

Sophie: And so you're forbidden from ever calling me a flower again. You may write odes to my battle prowess. But not one word about beauty.

Soleil: What?! I said I'd never call you a flower again. That's all!

Sophie: All right then. Let's try one more bet. Double or nothing. No compliments on my looks ever again...

Soleil: But you just said—

Sophie: Unless you can prove that you're a great mercenary in our next battle. So, show me what you've got, Ms. Merc!

Soleil: Will do! For you, lovely rose, I'll fight until I lie bleeding in the fields...

Sophie: Hey! What did I JUST say?!

Soleil: ...Yes, ma'am.

A Support

Soleil: Sophie! Did you see me fight?!

Sophie: Ugh... Yeah. I saw the whole thing...

Soleil: Well? How'd I do?

Sophie: ... I gotta say...you looked like a die-hard mercenary.

Soleil: Ooh!

Sophie: Which, yes, means you're off the hook. Well done.

Soleil: YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Oh, thank the gods! I'm free! I'm finally, finally freeeee!

Sophie: Wow, this really is a big deal for you, huh? Was it that hard not praising my beauty?

Soleil: Oh, you have no idea... I felt like I was in prison or something! To have such a sweet flower so close at hand and not be able to compliment her... It was the most dreadful torture!

Sophie: Well, fair's fair. You're free to call me any sort of flower you want. I honestly did think you were great during that battle, though. If you're that skilled in battle, I wish you could see that I'm a knight first...

Soleil: And a flower second? With you, it's all one and the same.

Sophie: Well, I still think it's embarrassing.

Soleil: Urk...! W-well, anyway, thank you for your nice words about my mercenary skills. A kind word from a beautiful girl is the most precious treasure in the world. But now that we've settled that, I'm glad to chat about other things too.

Sophie: Oh yeah?

Soleil: Yeah, like cleaning our weapons, or our favorite training exercises... Or stuff we notice about our each other's performance after a battle.

Sophie: Now THAT'S my idea of a good time! Why don't we grab coffee sometime and have a nice, long chat?

Soleil: Two flowers, discussing war? Who woulda thunk? I have so many questions for you, Sophie!

Sophie: Me too, Soleil!