Awakening Supports/Miriel Vaike

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Vaike:
HIYAAARGH! HIYUUUP! GWAAAAAAR!

Miriel:
Would you be so kind as to put an end to your caterwauling? I'm trying to read, but I can't hear myself think over your incessant grunting.

Vaike:
Har har! You gotta give it your all when ya train, or it's just a waste of time.

Miriel:
...Hmm. Yes, I suppose that makes sense. The explosive release of air from the lungs generates power in peripheral muscles.

Vaike:
Who's got periwinkle mussels now?

Miriel:
And rapid spin attacks create centripetal force that increases overall speed. Fascinating! I imagine you used complex calculus to optimize your methods?

Vaike:
Lady? From what you just said I understood "fascinating," and that's about it...

Miriel:
Surely you developed these skills of yours by calculating the forces involved?

Vaike:
I don't need a buncha math mumbo jumbo. I do it all by instinct!

Miriel:
Irrational means have yet taken you to a rational technique... Fascinating. Perhaps this "instinct" of which you speak bears further investigation.

Vaike:
Fightin' a war ain't rational, lady. Just watch me in the next battle.

Miriel:
Very well. I shall do just that.

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Miriel:
Ah, Vaike.

Vaike:
Heya, Miriel! So did you watch me fight or what?

Miriel:
Indeed. I observed that your battle shouts enhanced the effectiveness of your blows. Often the foe would briefly let down his guard, granting you a momentary opening. I had not realized the impact war cries could have on the psychology of an enemy.

Vaike:
Yeah, yeah. But what about me? What about the Vaike?!

Miriel:
I observed the details of your moves, but not from the perspective of the foe. Perhaps an analogy would be helpful here... So if we were to assume that you are a planet, and the enemy is the sun—

Vaike:
Hey, wait. I wanna be the sun!

Miriel:
But the sun does not travel around planets. Rather, planets spin around the sun. Or so it was postulated in my mother's book. It has yet to be proven...

Vaike:
You sure it's not your head spinnin'? I don't see this ground going anyplace.

Miriel:
Alas, we cannot sense this motion, making the theory intuitively difficult.

Vaike:
All right, sure. The ground's spinnin'. Just like when I swing my weapon, yeah?

Miriel:
Yes. This generates the centripetal force we discussed the other day. I'm glad we had this conversation. It has helped clarify my thoughts on the subject. Would you mind terribly if we continued our discussions? For research purposes?

Vaike:
You mean chat as friends? Er, well, sure. After all, we have so much in...uh, common?

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Vaike:
Face it, lady—you've got more brains in your big toe than I have in my whole noggin. So why me? You must have egghead pals who are into this century-petal-force stuff.

Miriel:
Yes, but you possess in abundance something that I do not—instinct. I learn a great deal from our conversations. They are most rewarding.

Vaike:
Well, I suppose I like talkin' to you, too. Not that I understand half of whatcha say... Speakin' of which, what's that giant brain of yours thinkin' about today?

Miriel:
Bonds.

Vaike:
...Bonds?

Miriel:
There is nothing so complex and deserving of study as the human heart. And additionally, the bonds of friendship that arise unbidden between acquaintances. Whence do these bonds of friendship occur? How do they change us? Mold us?

Vaike:
Are ya askin' me? 'Cause I'd say stuff like that just...happens. It's like...when you fight alongside someone, you start to trust 'em and like 'em better. Take us, for example. You and I are startin' to like each other more. Right? I think of you as a friend, and you think of me the same way. ...Er, right?

Miriel:
I certainly find you an interesting subject for observation.

Vaike:
Er, yeah... That's not really what I meant. *Sigh* For someone so smart, you sure can be pretty slow sometimes... Okay, how about this: Why don't you and I go out together?

Miriel:
Go out? Where? And to what end?

Vaike:
We could walk around town, maybe drop by the alehouse for a pint and some chat? It's how folks strengthen their bonds. That's what you're interested in, right?

Miriel:
I fail to see how meandering about town will impact our relationship. But I am ever willing to experiment. Perhaps your instincts will teach me something new.

Vaike:
So...that's a yes, right? You'll go with me?

Miriel:
Yes, by all means—take me to this alehouse of yours.

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Vaike:
Hello, Miriel.

Miriel:
Ah, Vaike! My friend! Hello, friend.

Vaike:
Er, you don't have to call me "friend" all the time. We can just take it as a given. The best thing about friends is bein' comfortable around each other.

Miriel:
Ah, I see. I must confess, informality does not come...naturally to me.

Vaike:
Aw, Miriel. Is that a blush?! Don't tell me you're gettin' shy on me now!

Miriel:
Shy? Of course not. I have never— That is to say...I... Perhaps. Only a little.

Vaike:
Heh, you sure you're feelin' all right? I've never seen ya be tongue-tied before.

Miriel:
N-no, it's just... Ever since we visited the alehouse, I haven't eaten well. I assumed the fault lied with the buzzard-and-kidney pie, but...it's something else. When I think of you, I feel a...tightness. Here, in my chest. Is this friendship?

Vaike:
Um... Actually, what you're feelin' is a lot more serious than friendship.

Miriel:
Blast! It IS a malady. I knew it! Is it fatal? Is there a cure? Oh, I must be ill if I'm asking you of all people for advice...

Vaike:
*Ahem* Prooobably could have phrased that better. ...But never mind. I think what you're feelin'...is love! You've fallen in love with me!

Miriel:
What?! Gracious... How...fascinating. I'd intended to research friendship, but now I can observe love in its natural state. I must not let this opportunity pass! You will help me in my research, yes?

Vaike:
Er, look, Miriel. If I'm bein' honest here, I have feelings for you, too. Real feelings... So yeah, I'm on board for your research, but not just that... I want to make you my wife! Let's get hitched!

Miriel:
Do you speak of a connubial relationship? A blessed sacrament? Marriage? Well, yes. I suppose that would be an enthralling, zesty experience.

Vaike:
...You know what? I'm just gonna assume that means yes! So what do ya say? Let's blow this place and go find a ring!

Miriel:
Ah, the ring. Is it a talisman that evokes the bonds of love? Or merely a symbol of the husband's right to his wife's person and property?

Vaike:
...It's just a bloomin' ring! It means I promise to be your husband and honor you and blah blah blah. It just makes it all official-like.

Miriel:
Wouldn't a sealed and witnessed contract be more appropriate?

Vaike:
Hah! It's just what you do, all right? If ya get married, you gotta have a ring!

Miriel:
...Fascinating.