Awakening Supports/Lucina Owain

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C Support

Owain:
Hey, Lucina.

Lucina:
Greetings, Owain. How does the day find you?

Owain:
Good, good! Just thought I'd drop in for a visit.

Lucina:
That's kind of you. But... Why are you speaking so strangely today? That is, so strangely...normal. You're typically much more, er, colorful. Making up stories and yelling and the like. Are you feeling all right?

Owain:
Y-yeah, I'm fine. It's just... You're a princess, Lucina. I figured it wasn't exactly appropriate for addressing royals. Plus, Mom would tan my hide if she ever found out.

Lucina:
Lissa would object to you spinning yarns for royalty?

Owain:
Not just royalty! Anybody! She gets really upset whenever I do it. Heh, actually, I suppose most everyone does. They think I'm a bit batty.

Lucina:
Do they now? That's a shame. Personally, I find it quite intriguing.

Owain:
What, really?

Lucina:
It's no simple feat to speak as you do when fantasy grips your mind. Inventing weapon names and such requires a rich vocabulary and quick thinking. And of course your stories demand a particularly active imagination.

Owain:
I guess they do, don't they? Thanks Lucina!

Lucina:
Perhaps you might even consider demonstrating how you do it sometime? I've oft been told that my manner of speech is somewhat...formal. If I could learn to adopt your tone, it might prove useful to my own.

Owain:
Heh, you sound like you're asking me to teach you a foreign language. Hmm... I'm not sure if this would be such a good idea...

Lucina:
And if I were to pledge never to speak of it to Lissa?

Owain:
...Then so be it! Prepare yourself, young Lucina! Your destiny cometh! Hee hee, aw I can't wait.

Lucina:
I look forward to it as well.

B Support

Owain:
What are you working on, Lucina?

Lucina:
Falchion hasn't been at full strength lately, so I'm examining the blade for damage.

Owain:
Sword troubles, eh? Leave it to me!

Lucina:
Oh...all right. Thank you.

Owain:
No blade nicks... No obvious flaws... Aha! Here's your problem!

Lucina:
You've found something? Excellent! Can it be rectified?

Owain:
Aw, this is easy. I've even got the tools I need with me. I'll take care of it right now.

Lucina:
Wonderful. Thank you, Owain! Could I perhaps ask you to speak in your fanciful manner as you work? It would be good practice for my efforts to adjust my own tone.

Owain:
Heh! All right. I'll speak, and you can practice translating... Hark! Your partner fang resists the remorseless arrow of time! It is infused with the breath of gods and the passion of ages. Should a thousand thousand years pass, it shall never know the red sleep!

Lucina:
That one is simple. Falchion's blade will never dull or rust no matter how much time passes.

Owain:
But where fang meets sinew, Falchion remains a mortal work. Even genius cannot hope to stop the turning of the great wheel! And so it is reborn with each generation; transformed, but ever the same in spirit.

Lucina:
Hmm... But parts of the sword other than the blade DO wear out over time. The guard and pommel have been replaced over the years, changing its appearance. But it remains Falchion still.

Owain:
Perfect! That was exactly right. You're amazing, Lucina.

Lucina:
I suppose I did a fair job for a first time. But you are the amazing one, Owain. To discover all that about a sword from a single glance is a fearsome talent indeed!

Owain:
Eh, taking care of weapons is kind of a hobby of mine. Oh, hold on... ...Aaaaaand we're done! Here you go.

Lucina:
Thank you again.

Owain:
My pleasure. Just let me know if there's anything else I can do.

Lucina:
Perhaps I will take you up on that.

A Support

Owain:
Hey there!

Lucina:
Hello, Owain.

Owain:
How's the sword treating you? Any better?

Lucina:
Absolutely! I can really feel the difference. Never hath I spied Pointy Demonspanker shine so brightly!

Owain:
Pointy... Wait, did you say Demonspanker? But that's Falchion! Treasure of the royal house of Ylisse! ...Er, right?

Lucina:
It was. But as it has been reborn so many times, I thought to change its name. I tried to think of what you would call it. I pray my efforts were adequate.

Owain:
*Giggle* Hmm, uh... Heh heh, so... No, I mean, it's a fine name. But, well... The cause to give one's blade a fitting name is a noble one, Lucina. HOWEVER! You committed a grave sin!

Lucina:
I did?!

Owain:
To name a weapon is to imbue it with a soul. To change Falchion's name is to insult the spirit it's borne for millennia!

Lucina:
I...did not consider that.

Owain:
In your commendable haste to make the sword more dear to your own heart... I fear you've stripped the very soul from your weapon! Though your intentions were laudable, this slight must be undone.

Lucina:
Yes, of course. I see now how thoughtless it was of me. ...Pray forgive me, Falchion.

Owain:
It is done. The blade's rightful name is restored. But do not forget the love that spurred you to this brief folly. Keep it with you always. And if you find yourself in need of maintenance, simply call out my name! Heh... I mean, just in case... *giggle* Pointy Demonspanker needs it... Pffffft! Bwa ha ha ha!

Lucina:
I'm starting to suspect you didn't truly think it was such a fine name...

S Support

Owain:
Might I beg a moment, Lucina?

Lucina:
Hmm? Certainly, Owain. You're awfully formal today...

Owain:
There's something I'd like you to have.

Lucina:
Oh?

Owain:
Here.

Lucina:
...A sheath?

Owain:
It should fit Falchion.

Lucina:
A thoughtful gesture, Owain, but Falchion already has a sheath.

Owain:
Yes, I know. And it's as old and worn as the pommel I fixed the other day. I thought maybe it was time to retire it.

Lucina:
You're always so thoughtful, Owain. Thank you. You do too much for me...

Owain:
Please, it's my pleasure. Plus, it's good for the sword... Because I was thinking it could serve as my proxy.

Lucina:
How do you mean?

Owain:
There's no telling what the war holds for us. I probably won't always be there to fight at your side when you need me. But your sheath will always be there. If it can aid you in my stead, I'll rest easier.

Lucina:
Owain...

Owain:
I've been trying to think of ways I can help out for a while now, you know? And the other day, you said you were impressed by my way with weapons. So I figured this might be a way I could...show you how I feel.

Lucina:
That's really beautiful, Owain. I'm certain it will serve me well.

Owain:
You accept it then?

Lucina:
Of course, Owain. And with you, this sheath, and Falchion at my side, I have nothing to fear!

Owain:
Yesss! Oh, I'm so glad I got up the nerve to give it to you!

Lucina:
From this day forth, we're partners. So no more holding back. Feel free to speak in your normal, abnormal way.

Owain:
You got it! ...Wait, abnormal?

Lucina:
I didn't say that. Well, no, I SAID it, but I didn't... I'm sorry, Owain. But it's the fact that it's strange that makes it so fascinating!