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− | + | ==C Support== | |
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+ | '''Ophelia''': | ||
+ | Can I have a moment of your invaluable time, Avatar? | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Avatar''': | ||
+ | You look awfully serious, Ophelia. What's wrong? | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Ophelia''': | ||
+ | It's your aura. Something has gotten into it...like...like... Like manure into a pristine pool! We have to clean it at once. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Avatar''': | ||
+ | My WHAT has manure in it?! | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Ophelia''': | ||
+ | Your aura—the energy that radiates from people. Yours is usually so beautiful, but it's gotten dank and dirty. Stinky even. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Avatar''': | ||
+ | My energy...smells? | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Ophelia''': | ||
+ | More importantly, a bad aura can muck up your entire life! | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Avatar''': | ||
+ | It can? Is there something we can do about it? | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Ophelia''': | ||
+ | Never fear. That's why I'm here. If you hold a holy stone, face west at dusk, then beg for celestial intervention... a messenger from the heavens will descend to bless you. Then your aura will be all spiffy again. We must act in haste! | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Avatar''': | ||
+ | Thank you, Ophelia. I...I never know what to expect from you. You're an odd duck, but I'm glad you're here with us. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Ophelia''': | ||
+ | As one who loves both ducks and oddities, I will take that as high praise. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Avatar''': | ||
+ | Oh, good. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Ophelia''': | ||
+ | But I cannot rest on my laurels. I must achieve the impossible and more. I am a chosen one, after all, and I must live up to my fated role! Please, offer me no more compliments. It's a life of thorns for me. I must do what cannot be done and bear my backbreaking responsibilities. Then I will be truly worthy of being a chosen one. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Avatar''': | ||
+ | Well, if I can help in any way... | ||
==B Support== | ==B Support== | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''Avatar''': | ||
+ | I've been meaning to ask you, Ophelia... What is a chosen one actually responsible for? | ||
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | . | + | Oh! A question that I could answer for all of infinity and never be done speaking! But let's take my father for a start. As a chosen one, he names things. |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | Odin...names things? | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Haven't you heard him do it? He makes reality more real with his words. His naming prowess is beyond poetry! | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | Odin is something else, all right. | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | ...... | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | You got silent all of a sudden. | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | I pale in comparison to him. He's all sparkle and thunder! Even his "bam" is bamtastic! But I'm all fizzle and flop. Understand? | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | Yes? And no? | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | My father IS a chosen one, while I'm just a pretender. A poor imitation! | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | I doubt that, Ophelia. Is there anything I can do to help? | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | You? Help me to be more chosen-ish? | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | You're my friend. I'll do anything to help you reach your true potential. | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | What an ambitious glint in your eye! You'd help me...name names? Hope lives! Why don't we start with some naming exercises. You toss out a name, and I'll give it its TRUE name. | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | All right. How about the sky? | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Divinius Domus? | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | Clouds. | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Hmm...Fluffy Vagabonds? Ack. That's horrible! I can't do this! My power of naming is mired in the ordinary. I must break free! | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | Why so upset? This really doesn't sound like you, Ophelia. | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | I will break free! Give me more names! I must climb out of my sad abyss... my...my Delirium Chasmatis! | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | Then more names coming your way. We'll keep at it until you beat this, Ophelia... | |
+ | |||
+ | ==A Support== | ||
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Thank you for all your help with my naming problem, Avatar. I'm just sorry that you had to witness my failure. I'm a terrible chosen one. Fortunately, the world has my father to watch over it. I'm giving up. | |
− | + | '''Avatar''': | |
+ | What? But your names were amazing. So out there, I couldn't believe my ears! | ||
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | You're just saying that to be nice. | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | No, really! I mean, calling wyvern's dung...Arthur's Slophat? I don't even know what that means! | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Haven't you noticed? Dragons always drop doo-doo on Arthur's head. | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | Ew. Can I speak honestly with you, Ophelia? | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Yeah, for sure! I mean...verily! Speak as if each word is a shooting star of truth! | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | Um, well, about that right there. You really don't need to speak in such a flowery way. | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Flowery? | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | I feel like sometimes you dress up your words to sound just like your father. But Odin is Odin. And you're you. You have your own path to becoming a chosen one. Don't imitate his. | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Wow. I never thought about it like that. Walk my own path, huh? Good advice. | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | Maybe Odin thinks I'm dull, but I just like things a little simpler. Whatever you choose to do, Ophelia, I'll like you no matter what. I do think that if you simply focus on being you, you'll be a chosen one sooner. | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | You're a good friend, Avatar. | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | I try. | |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Will you always be so honest with me? I welcome the advice. | |
+ | |||
+ | '''Avatar''': | ||
+ | I...I doubt I have any more advice beyond that. But I'll always be your friend. | ||
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Yay! Thanks, Avatar! Oh, look! Your aura was so mucky before. But now it's cleared right up! | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | Oh my | + | Oh. I forgot all about my mucky aura. Is that really...a real thing? |
'''Ophelia''': | '''Ophelia''': | ||
− | + | Is it? Yes! I love anything spiritual and celestial. I really do. Wait! Your aura is changing before my very eyes. It...it looks just like my father's. You must be a chosen one too! So, how about it, Avatar? I'm tired of being all fizzle and flop. How about we both go for sparkle and thunder? | |
'''Avatar''': | '''Avatar''': | ||
− | + | No, no—that's all right. I like how I am just fine. | |
+ | |||
+ | '''Ophelia''': | ||
+ | What?! Now that I see the true you, I give you my eternal pledge! I now grab your hand, and we will ascend into chosenality in togetheritude! Come on... Don't hold back, Avatar... | ||
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Latest revision as of 14:51, 19 February 2016
C Support
Ophelia: Can I have a moment of your invaluable time, Avatar?
Avatar: You look awfully serious, Ophelia. What's wrong?
Ophelia: It's your aura. Something has gotten into it...like...like... Like manure into a pristine pool! We have to clean it at once.
Avatar: My WHAT has manure in it?!
Ophelia: Your aura—the energy that radiates from people. Yours is usually so beautiful, but it's gotten dank and dirty. Stinky even.
Avatar: My energy...smells?
Ophelia: More importantly, a bad aura can muck up your entire life!
Avatar: It can? Is there something we can do about it?
Ophelia: Never fear. That's why I'm here. If you hold a holy stone, face west at dusk, then beg for celestial intervention... a messenger from the heavens will descend to bless you. Then your aura will be all spiffy again. We must act in haste!
Avatar: Thank you, Ophelia. I...I never know what to expect from you. You're an odd duck, but I'm glad you're here with us.
Ophelia: As one who loves both ducks and oddities, I will take that as high praise.
Avatar: Oh, good.
Ophelia: But I cannot rest on my laurels. I must achieve the impossible and more. I am a chosen one, after all, and I must live up to my fated role! Please, offer me no more compliments. It's a life of thorns for me. I must do what cannot be done and bear my backbreaking responsibilities. Then I will be truly worthy of being a chosen one.
Avatar: Well, if I can help in any way...
B Support
Avatar: I've been meaning to ask you, Ophelia... What is a chosen one actually responsible for?
Ophelia: Oh! A question that I could answer for all of infinity and never be done speaking! But let's take my father for a start. As a chosen one, he names things.
Avatar: Odin...names things?
Ophelia: Haven't you heard him do it? He makes reality more real with his words. His naming prowess is beyond poetry!
Avatar: Odin is something else, all right.
Ophelia: ......
Avatar: You got silent all of a sudden.
Ophelia: I pale in comparison to him. He's all sparkle and thunder! Even his "bam" is bamtastic! But I'm all fizzle and flop. Understand?
Avatar: Yes? And no?
Ophelia: My father IS a chosen one, while I'm just a pretender. A poor imitation!
Avatar: I doubt that, Ophelia. Is there anything I can do to help?
Ophelia: You? Help me to be more chosen-ish?
Avatar: You're my friend. I'll do anything to help you reach your true potential.
Ophelia: What an ambitious glint in your eye! You'd help me...name names? Hope lives! Why don't we start with some naming exercises. You toss out a name, and I'll give it its TRUE name.
Avatar: All right. How about the sky?
Ophelia: Divinius Domus?
Avatar: Clouds.
Ophelia: Hmm...Fluffy Vagabonds? Ack. That's horrible! I can't do this! My power of naming is mired in the ordinary. I must break free!
Avatar: Why so upset? This really doesn't sound like you, Ophelia.
Ophelia: I will break free! Give me more names! I must climb out of my sad abyss... my...my Delirium Chasmatis!
Avatar: Then more names coming your way. We'll keep at it until you beat this, Ophelia...
A Support
Ophelia: Thank you for all your help with my naming problem, Avatar. I'm just sorry that you had to witness my failure. I'm a terrible chosen one. Fortunately, the world has my father to watch over it. I'm giving up.
Avatar: What? But your names were amazing. So out there, I couldn't believe my ears!
Ophelia: You're just saying that to be nice.
Avatar: No, really! I mean, calling wyvern's dung...Arthur's Slophat? I don't even know what that means!
Ophelia: Haven't you noticed? Dragons always drop doo-doo on Arthur's head.
Avatar: Ew. Can I speak honestly with you, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Yeah, for sure! I mean...verily! Speak as if each word is a shooting star of truth!
Avatar: Um, well, about that right there. You really don't need to speak in such a flowery way.
Ophelia: Flowery?
Avatar: I feel like sometimes you dress up your words to sound just like your father. But Odin is Odin. And you're you. You have your own path to becoming a chosen one. Don't imitate his.
Ophelia: Wow. I never thought about it like that. Walk my own path, huh? Good advice.
Avatar: Maybe Odin thinks I'm dull, but I just like things a little simpler. Whatever you choose to do, Ophelia, I'll like you no matter what. I do think that if you simply focus on being you, you'll be a chosen one sooner.
Ophelia: You're a good friend, Avatar.
Avatar: I try.
Ophelia: Will you always be so honest with me? I welcome the advice.
Avatar: I...I doubt I have any more advice beyond that. But I'll always be your friend.
Ophelia: Yay! Thanks, Avatar! Oh, look! Your aura was so mucky before. But now it's cleared right up!
Avatar: Oh. I forgot all about my mucky aura. Is that really...a real thing?
Ophelia: Is it? Yes! I love anything spiritual and celestial. I really do. Wait! Your aura is changing before my very eyes. It...it looks just like my father's. You must be a chosen one too! So, how about it, Avatar? I'm tired of being all fizzle and flop. How about we both go for sparkle and thunder?
Avatar: No, no—that's all right. I like how I am just fine.
Ophelia: What?! Now that I see the true you, I give you my eternal pledge! I now grab your hand, and we will ascend into chosenality in togetheritude! Come on... Don't hold back, Avatar...