Fates Supports/Subaki Azama
C Support
Azama: Ah, if it isn't Subaki.
Subaki: Ah, if it isn't Azama!
Azama: Excuse me? I'd rather you not mimic my speech like that.
Subaki: Mimic your speech? Please. I was just returning a friendly greeting.
Azama: It sounded an awful lot like me. And haven't you heard the rumor about us?
Subaki: There's a rumor about...us? We barely even know each other!
Azama: Yes, well, that doesn't seem to matter. People are comparing us. The rumor is that we're training together. Given the reputation you've cultivated around here, I really can't abide that.
Subaki: And what sort of reputation have I cultivated, exactly?
Azama: The reputation that you're perfect, of course. It's disgusting. No man or woman can ever truly achieve perfection. I'm offended by the very concept. Surely you feel the same way about being compared to me.
Subaki: On the contrary...I would think it an honor to be compared to a great mystic like you.
Azama: Oh please. There's no need to force such compliments. Everyone knows you were simply born talented—end of story. It must be nice to be effortlessly good at everything.
Subaki: Um, actually...
Azama: Yes?
Subaki: Eh, never mind. Not worth bringing up. See you later, Azama.
(Subaki leaves)
Azama: How strange...
B Support
Azama: Ahh...nothing like a spirited mountain hike to wake up the body. And the view from up here is sublime. Wait...someone else is coming up the path!
Subaki: *huff* *huff*
Azama: Subaki! What are you doing on this trail?
Subaki: Oh, Azama! Um, heh...
Azama: And you're out of breath! I've never seen you display an ounce of effort before.
Subaki: Well...yes. I am. Ugh, this is embarrassing. I come here to work out so nobody will see me doing it...
Azama: Ah...I think I understand. You want to seem effortlessly perfect. Is that it?
Subaki: Yes. I suppose it's a bit shallow of me, but...there you have it. Now that you've seen me, I suppose the secret's out. Unless...you don't tell anyone...
Azama: Relax, your secret is safe with me. I must admit, though, that it's nice to know you're human...like the rest of us.
Subaki: Well, I did almost tell you before...but then I lost my nerve. Look at us, both up at the crack of dawn to scale this mountain. We really aren't that different after all.
Azama: I suppose not.
Subaki: Well, most people will be waking up soon. Shall we make our way back?
Azama: After you.
A Support
Subaki: And...there you go. I've organized the supply closet by color and subcategorized by alphabetical order.
Hoshidan: Wow! Thank you so much, Mr. Subaki!
(Hoshidan leaves)
Azama: Heh.
Subaki: Oh, hello, Azama. How are you?
Azama: There's that perfectly amicable greeting you're known for.
Subaki: Yes...there it is. I suppose I can let my guard down with you after what happened the other day. You already know how calculating I am in every action...just like you.
Azama: Yes, I am calculating, but I realized that there is one key difference between us.
Subaki: Oh? What's that?
Azama: Well, you present a carefully crafted image of yourself to others, don't you. By contrast, I couldn't care less what others think of me.
Subaki: Yes, I suppose that's true. Heh, if we just explained that to people, then they'd stop thinking we're alike.
Azama: That's what I was thinking, too. So, I'll just be off to tell them.
Subaki: What?! No! You said my secret was safe with you!
Azama: Oh ho! I'm just teasing you. That's the other difference between us. I have a sense of humor.
Subaki: Uh...right. Ha.
Azama: There you go! Keep that up, and we'll practically be indistinguishable. Hee!
