Fates Supports/Avatar(F) Mitama
C Support
Mitama: *sigh*
(Mitama leaves)
Avatar: What's the matter, Mitama?
Mitama: Oh, it's nothing. It's just...my hairs aren't quite the way I like anymore.
Avatar: Your "hairs"?
Mitama: Yes. They just don't have the gleam they once did. I think it's time to replace them.
Avatar: Well, for what it's worth, I think your hair looks wonderful. I never pegged you as one to worry about your appearance, though.
Mitama: My appearance? No, I'm talking about my brush.
Avatar: Your brush?
Mitama: Of course. My writing instruments are my life. If they're ruined, so too are my poems. Bristles of my brush / Split ends split also in two / Beauty and poem. Do you see? That's the best poem I can write right now.
Avatar: Was that a bad poem? I can't really tell. But you do certainly seem unhappy.
Mitama: This is the end of my career as a poet! What will I do?! My life as a poet / Like a dream after waking / Sublime, but now over. No no no! Now I can't even get the syllables right anymore!
Avatar: Why don't we just go and buy you a new brush? They should have some in town.
Mitama: But how do we know that they'll be good brushes? I do not want to waste a trip. I hate going outside more than anything. There is dirt out there. Do you know dirt? It's so...dirty.
Avatar: Come on! If you don't at least try, you'll never have a good brush again! Is that what you want?
Mitama: No, it isn't. You're right. Which is why I will permit you to buy one for me.
Avatar: What?! I'm not your lackey. I'll come with you if you go, but I'm not buying anything.
Mitama: Ugh. OK. Fiiiiine.
B Support
Avatar: Here we are! This is supposed to be the biggest art shop around for miles.
Mitama: ...
Avatar: What's the matter?
Mitama: I'm not leaving.
Avatar: O-oh. Wait. What?
Mitama: I love it here. The soothing scent of ink drifting through the air... The rows and rows of brushes, reams of paper, easels, and canvases. I am enchanted. This store is a paradise. It shall also be my home.
Avatar: I don't think you can just move in! How about we just look for some brushes? Besides, everyone would miss you if you left us.
Mitama: I don't think so. Hm. Do you think I could make a mattress out of paper?
Avatar: People would absolutely miss you! And your poems! Now, tell me what kind of brush you're looking for.
Mitama: Fine, fine. If you insist it's a bad idea, I won't move in. Today. Now, brushes. Let's see... I want one identical to my old one. The bristles must be precisely the same— they are the soul of the brush. What animal the hair is from, how they have been prepared... There are many things to consider—all of which are of the utmost importance. I will not compromise on a single one.
Avatar: Wow...you really do have strong feelings about your brushes. I kind of thought you had no interest in anything other than poetry and sleeping.
Mitama: Heh, don't think complimenting me will do you any favors. We left on a quest / In search of the perfect brush / Now we near the goal!
(Mitama leaves)
Avatar: I don't think we should be running in here! Wait for me!
A Support
Mitama: *sigh* Even with Avatar's help, I couldn't find the perfect brush... My brush hand trembles / Despair closes off my throat / Word-makers, unmade.
Avatar: Mitama?
Mitama: No voice reaches through / To sing my poems to life / O, this broken soul. Brushless, therefore soulless. I am quit now of the world of the living. Please, leave me be.
Avatar: Wait just a minute, now. I brought you a gift. Here. Take it.
Mitama: A new brush? And the bristles... They're exactly the same as the ones on my old brush! How did you get this?
Avatar: Well, after we had no luck at that first store, I just kept trying others on my own. I had your brush, so I knew it'd only be a matter of time before I found a match. And find one I did! Even if it took a little longer than I'd thought. Heehee.
Mitama: Avatar...
Avatar: Oh, but I guess the handle isn't exactly the same. Is that OK?
Mitama: Yes. I can just replace it with the handle from my old brush.
Avatar: Oh, great! Then I guess we solved our problem!
Mitama: Thank you so much. Without you...my life as a poet might have been done for.
Avatar: Well, I wouldn't go that far. I'm sure you'd go back to writing eventually.
Mitama: No, truly. You have saved me. And now I will devote myself to poetry, body and soul! I could do no less after receiving a gift of such incredible generosity!
Avatar: I'm happy to hear it.
Mitama: For art and beauty / I live, and giving me these / You gave me my life. Heehee. The poems now flow from me as easily as a forest stream from its spring.
Avatar: Oh? Then perhaps you could write some for me.
Mitama: Anything for you / A thousand thousand blossoms / I'll heap upon you!
