Fates Supports/Arthur Nyx

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C Support

Nyx: Going somewhere, Arthur?

Arthur: Ah, the fair Nyx! Why yes, I was just chaperoning the town children to a show. Their guardians were called away suddenly and wanted my help. Naturally, I agreed!

Nyx: Very admirable of you. But I suggest you find a way to back out. It will not end well.

Arthur: Whatever makes you say that? It looks like a fine enough day!

Nyx: It has been foretold to me.

Arthur: You've been peeking into the future, eh? Hah! Your warning is noted, but what choice do I have? "A friend of mine felt a bad omen, so I can't watch the children"? Such a mealymouthed excuse should never be uttered by a true hero!

Nyx: I understand, but you must trust me on this. You cannot go.

Arthur: I think you'll find that I cannot NOT go! But I'm touched by your concern. Now then, duty calls!

Nyx: Wait. Go if you must. But wear this under your armor.

Arthur: What's this strange script? Is this a spellbook? It's dreadfully thick...

Nyx: You may not be able to read it, but you'll find it useful nonetheless. All will be well if you do as I say.

B Support

Arthur: My fair Nyx... I've come to apologize for paying so little heed to your warning. It seems I ought to put greater stock in your powers of divination!

Nyx: What happened? I'd be interested to know the details.

Arthur: I took the children to see a magic show. The Great Mandoni, have you heard of her? She has a stupefying trick where a volunteer enters a wooden box—

Nyx: Yes, which is then pierced by swords. It's a common spectacle. It's done with a special trick sword. But I think I can infer what happened...

Arthur: You infer rightly! Spurred on by my enthusiastic charges, I volunteered at once to go in. I squeezed myself into the box, which all seemed honest and aboveboard. But then, to my great shock... Rather than a trick sword, the Great Mandoni skewered me with a real blade!

Nyx: As I foresaw...

Arthur: As soon as I felt it poke into my armor, I suspected something had gone awry. But I couldn't cry out—not in front of the wonder-struck children. I knew the sword was meant to pass harmlessly through me by some trick... And so, after careful consideration, it seemed best to remain mum. But then the sword pierced my armor and continued its merciless plunge... At the last moment, when death seemed certain, your spellbook saved the day!

Nyx: Hmhm. Didn't I say it would? My insight into the future is never wrong. Though it is rare that these glimpses are as clear as they were in your case. It must have something to do with your simple mi— I mean your pure heart. Now, oftentimes changing one's fate will only bring about a worse one. But you are a friend, so I thought I'd warn you anyway.

Arthur: In that case, I owe you a tremendous debt of gratitude! Though while we're on the subject... I've been asked to accompany the Lady Elise to dinner this evening. Can I have your assurance that everything will go swimmingly?

Nyx: Hmhm. Your opinion of my fortune-telling has come a long way, hasn't it? But I said before that it's not wise to change the future, and I stand by that.

Arthur: I don't need a blow-by-blow of the event. Just give me a general outlook.

Nyx: If you insist. Let me peer into the mists of what is to come... Hmm... Very, very interesting.

Arthur: What happened? Or rather, I should ask— what WILL happen?

Nyx: You will bear the brunt of someone's wrath. Keep your wits about you.

Arthur: Someone's wrath? Wh-what will I have done to deserve that...?!

A Support

Arthur: It is with a heavy heart that I inform you... Your prediction was spot on. Lady Elise was furious with me.

Nyx: My condolences. Tell me what happened.

Arthur: The dinner began as planned. We took our seats without incident. I was asked for my preferred drink and said that water would be fine. My senses must remain undulled by drink if I am to properly perceive injustice! When the rest of the party's drinks arrived, someone proposed a toast, as you do. I was feeling particularly parched and threw back my glass in one gulp. Alas...

Nyx: It wasn't water, but alcohol. Yes?

Arthur: Yes! The waiter had mistakenly given me a glass of clear spirits. And I don't have the fortitude to guzzle a drink that strong in a single go. I quickly felt disoriented and confused...

Nyx: And that's when trouble struck.

Arthur: Exactly. This happened after the hors d'oeuvres and soup but before breadsticks were served.

Nyx: Yes, yes. Go on.

Arthur: Not quite cognizant of my surroundings, I reached for some bread. I lifted it to my lips, took a bite, and...

Nyx: And?

Arthur: What I was actually holding was Lady Elise's hair.

Nyx: I can see how you might confuse those long tails of hers for baguettes. Hahaha...!

Arthur: Er...

Nyx: My apologies. I shouldn't make light of your suffering.

Arthur: It's quite all right! I hadn't thought about it until you laughed, but it is a knee-slapper of a tale, isn't it?

Nyx: I...suppose? I'll admit that I've come to enjoy peering into your future. There's never a want of bizarre trouble to be found there.

Arthur: Alas, it's true. But I can bear anything so long as you laugh away my bad luck, as you just did.

Nyx: I think you can rely on me for that much.

S Support

Nyx: Is something wrong? Your summons sounded urgent.

Arthur: My fair Nyx, thank you for meeting me. There is indeed a pressing concern I had to bring to your attention.

Nyx: And that is?

Arthur: Pardon the delicate question, as I know a lady never tells, but... How old are you?

Nyx: Were I to answer that...what is it to you?

Arthur: No offense meant! It's just that...

Nyx: Mm, I suppose you wouldn't ask without a reason. So I'll tell you. My looks are deceiving. I'm actually older than you by quite a bit.

Arthur: What?!

Nyx: Many years ago, a magical experiment went wrong, preventing me from aging further.

Arthur: G-good heavens... Well, it does put paid to my concern. I worried that you might be too young for...

Nyx: For...?

Arthur: Erm... No, the time for hesitation is past! My fair Nyx, I would like you to marry me. I have here an engagement ring for you.

Nyx: Yes, I see that. You're never one to shrink from a bold move, are you? I would be happy to accept your proposal.

Arthur: So soon? I'd been prepared for you to tell me you needed time to think it over!

Nyx: No. I've known for some time that today would be the day of your proposal. I foresaw it, you see.

Arthur: Oh...of course. If you knew in advance of my bad luck, it stands to reason you'd know of the good.

Nyx: Yes. I knew the day we met that it would lead to this.

Arthur: What?! From our first meeting?!

Nyx: That's what I said. Do you see now what I meant when I advised against changing one's fate?

Arthur: Aah... In truth, I didn't. But now I'm starting to see.

Nyx: I didn't want you to die, of course, so I passed along that one warning.

Arthur: My fair Nyx... I-if you always knew this would happen... What do you know of our lives to come? Our future together?

Nyx: ... I see a child. A beautiful son, born to the two of us.

Arthur: A son... I can't wait to meet him...!

Nyx: Nor can I.

Arthur: I vow to be a steadfast husband to you, fair Nyx. I'll cram your life full of joy!

Nyx: I know you will. You'll be a loving partner and a devoted father. Better than I could ask for. That much I can see even without my second sight.