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− | '''Ricken' | + | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> |
+ | Hello, Gerome.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | What do you want?<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Oh, nothing in particular. I just—<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Apparently not. But what of your family?<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | ......<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Gods, does everyone talk like this in the future? Look, I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Then you are a fool.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Hey, mind your mouth, Gerome! I'm only offering this out of a sense of—<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | ...Minervykins?<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | <nowiki>*</nowiki>Sigh* That boy... | ||
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==B Support== | ==B Support== | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Hey, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Hey, don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Oh... Er, right. I knew that.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | ......<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | All right, all right! No need to glare now. I guess I was being a little childish...<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | ...Apology accepted.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | I'll take what I can get, I suppose. But I have to say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | What do you mean?<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | It is.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | ||
+ | That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!<br><br> | ||
+ | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | ||
+ | Heh, he really is adorable when he's flustered... | ||
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==A Support== | ==A Support== | ||
− | + | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | |
− | + | Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?<br><br> | |
− | + | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | |
− | Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see? | + | ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?<br><br> |
− | + | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | |
− | + | It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—<br><br> | |
− | + | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | |
− | ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere? | + | I have no sensitive side.<br><br> |
− | + | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | |
− | + | Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—<br><br> | |
− | + | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | |
− | It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we | + | MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?<br><br> |
− | + | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | |
− | + | Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?<br><br> | |
− | + | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | |
− | I have no sensitive side. | + | M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...<br><br> |
− | + | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | |
− | + | Er, what did Minerva say?<br><br> | |
− | + | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | |
− | Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? | + | Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?<br><br> |
− | + | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | |
− | The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, | + | Er, well... It's an acquired skill.<br><br> |
− | + | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | |
− | + | It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.<br><br> | |
− | + | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | |
− | MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT,LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva? | + | ...Did you just call me Father?!<br><br> |
− | + | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | |
− | + | Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!<br><br> | |
− | + | <b>Ricken</b>:<br> | |
− | Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you? | + | W-wait, Gerome! Son! Say it for me one more time!<br><br> |
− | + | <b>Gerome</b>:<br> | |
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− | M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish... | ||
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− | Er, what did Minerva say? | ||
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− | Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her? | ||
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− | Er, well... It's an acquired skill. | ||
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− | It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. | ||
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− | I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father. | ||
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− | ...Did you just call me Father?! | ||
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− | Don't get used to it. | ||
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− | ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving! | ||
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− | W-wait, Gerome! Son! | ||
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Bah, enough already! | Bah, enough already! | ||
[[Category:Game Scripts]][[Category:Awakening Scripts]] | [[Category:Game Scripts]][[Category:Awakening Scripts]] |
Latest revision as of 01:51, 8 September 2015
This content was originally provided by almostexactly.
C Support
Ricken:
Hello, Gerome.
Gerome:
What do you want?
Ricken:
Oh, nothing in particular. I just—
Gerome:
Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
Ricken:
Apparently not. But what of your family?
Gerome:
......
Ricken:
I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.
Gerome:
You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
Ricken:
Gods, does everyone talk like this in the future? Look, I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.
Gerome:
Then you are a fool.
Ricken:
Hey, mind your mouth, Gerome! I'm only offering this out of a sense of—
Gerome:
This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
Ricken:
...Minervykins?
Gerome:
Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
Ricken:
*Sigh* That boy...
B Support
Ricken:
Hey, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?
Gerome:
I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
Ricken:
Hey, don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.
Gerome:
Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
Ricken:
Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.
Gerome:
......
Ricken:
All right, all right! No need to glare now. I guess I was being a little childish...
Gerome:
...Apology accepted.
Ricken:
I'll take what I can get, I suppose. But I have to say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
Gerome:
What do you mean?
Ricken:
Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?
Gerome:
It is.
Ricken:
Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...
Gerome:
Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
Ricken:
I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.
Gerome:
That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
Ricken:
Heh, he really is adorable when he's flustered...
A Support
Ricken:
Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?
Gerome:
...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
Ricken:
It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—
Gerome:
I have no sensitive side.
Ricken:
Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—
Gerome:
MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
Ricken:
Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?
Gerome:
M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...
Ricken:
Er, what did Minerva say?
Gerome:
Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
Ricken:
Er, well... It's an acquired skill.
Gerome:
It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.
Ricken:
...Did you just call me Father?!
Gerome:
Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
Ricken:
W-wait, Gerome! Son! Say it for me one more time!
Gerome:
Bah, enough already!