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Hisame: *crunch* *crunch* Mmm...perfection. Yet again.

(Hisame leaves)

Avatar: Hello, Hisame. What are you eating?

Hisame: Avatar?! What are you doing here? You surprised me!

Avatar: I'm sorry! It just looked like you were having a little snack. I was going to see if you'd be willing to share. But now that I see you're just eating raw veggies...I'll be on my way.

Hisame: Raw veggies? Please tell me you're joking. Are you completely ignorant of the fine art known as pickling?

Avatar: I...I suppose I must be. What's pickling?

Hisame: Gods. OK, deep breath, Hisame. Pickling is the time-honored art of preserving vegetables. You essentially brine the vegetables in a broth of vinegar and salt.

Avatar: Ah, so you preserve them by making them taste even more repellent?

Hisame: What a dark and desolate life you've lived in the absence of pickles. Listen, I'm going to give you a pickle, and you are going to eat it. You do not have a choice in this matter.

Avatar: All right. Here goes nothing. *crunch* *crunch* Hey, that's not bad!

Hisame: You see?

Avatar: I do. I'm afraid I'll need another bite. And you're going to have to tell me where you got these.

Hisame: Oh ho! I made them myself, of course. I've perfected the recipe over many years.

Avatar: Wow. So while other children were out playing, you were making pickles?

Hisame: Yes. Much to the dismay of my father, I might add. But never mind that. Now that you're hooked, we must expand your palate. Shall I stop by with some new varieties for you to try later?

Avatar: I'd love that! Thank you!

Hisame: You're welcome. I'm just pleased to have made another pickle pal.

Avatar: Do we have to call it that?

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Hisame: Good day, Avatar. I've come bearing pickles, as promised.

Avatar: Mmm, I can't wait to try them.

Hisame: Well, I hope you have a strong appetite. I've brought three varieties today.

Avatar: This does look like a lot of food. I hope you didn't go to too much trouble...

Hisame: It was nothing. I pickle constantly in my spare time.

Avatar: *crunch* *crunch* I mean, these are delicious, but how did you come to be so dedicated to pickling?

Hisame: Well, you know how some people rebel against their parents? Staying out late? Wearing silly clothing? Breaking the rules? I made pickles because my father hated them.

Avatar: Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

Hisame: It's OK. Ancient history. However, I will say that one of my life's goals is to make a pickle so good... ...that my father will actually eat it.

Avatar: Well. If these pickles aren't good enough, it seems you have a long road ahead.

Hisame: Perhaps. But in the meantime, I will surely get to enjoy many a delicious pickle.

Avatar: Well, good luck. And thank you again for the delicious pickles.

Hisame: You're welcome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must stir my latest test batch.

(Hisame leaves)

Avatar: The man sure loves his pickles...

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Avatar: Hello, Hisame! Thanks again for all those pickles the other day. How's your latest batch coming along?

Hisame: Ah, Avatar! They're coming along quite nicely. Thanks for asking. I wonder if you're ready to take the next step... Would you like to learn how to make your own pickles?

Avatar: Really? You'd teach me? I guess I assumed that your recipe would be a closely guarded secret.

Hisame: Nothing of the sort. One of my goals is to popularize pickle consumption. So, of course, I'm always happy to share.

Avatar: Great! It's funny; I never thought I'd be getting this excited over something like pickles.

Hisame: And I never thought I'd be able to converse so freely with a beautiful woman. I mean, uh...

Avatar: Um, what?

Hisame: Sorry...that was awkward. But that's exactly what I meant. Unless I'm talking about pickles, I tend to get flustered around women.

Avatar: Well, I never would have guessed. You seem perfectly at ease to me.

Hisame: Well, as long as we keep this relationship strictly pickle-platonic, I should be fine. So, to that end, I believe we were discussing you learning how to pickle.

Avatar: Yes, that's right. What do I need?

Hisame: You will need only the basics. A few jars, a few ingredients, and my knowledge. Come! Pickle paradise awaits!

Avatar: Pickle paradise? I can't imagine why you'd have a hard time talking to women...

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Avatar: Hey, Hisame! Check out my first batch of pickles!

Hisame: Ah, very nice. Very fragrant, and... *crunch* the texture is sublime.

Avatar: You really think they're good?

Hisame: Oh, yes. It took me years to achieve results this good. I can't believe it's your first batch.

Avatar: Aww, thank you. I couldn't have done it without your help.

Hisame: Well, your success is encouraging. It has encouraged me, in fact.

Avatar: Oh? How so?

Hisame: This may get awkward. Please brace yourself... But I've found that I can't stop thinking about you, Avatar. Even when I'm mixing my pickle brine, my thoughts drift to you. Is it strange that pickles should have brought us together like this? Am I totally off base? Have I gone too far? You're...you're not saying anything. Oh, gods, what have I done?

Avatar: Hisame...relax. Take a deep breath.

Hisame: *huff* *huff* Avatar...will you go out with me?

Avatar: Yes.

Hisame: You mean it?

Avatar: Yes! Hisame, I've been falling for you since the day we met. I don't care that it took the power of pickles to bring us together.

Hisame: I can't tell you how happy this makes me. Just think...we could grow old together. We could be that old couple at the park that always smells like pickles.

Avatar: Look, I like pickles, but THAT is too far. Let's just take this one step at a time.

Hisame: You're right, Avatar. I'm sorry. We're still pickle partners, though, right?

Avatar: Yes. Let's just try to think of a new name for it sooner rather than later... (Confession Scene)