Awakening Supports/Avatar(F) Cynthia

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C Support

Cynthia:
COME, FOE! TASTE THE STEELY TANG OF CYNTHIA'S DEADLY BLADE! ...Gah. "Steely tang"? I sound more like a culinary critic than a hero... I AM CYNTHIA! QUAKE IN YOUR SUPPLE CALFSKIN BOOTS, EVILDOERS! Hey, that's not bad...

Robin:
Cynthia? What's all the shouting about?

Cynthia:
Oh, hello, Robin! Just practicing my opening line for when we go into battle.

Robin:
You do that a lot, don't you? Talk to the enemy, I mean.

Cynthia:
Of course! That's what heroes do! It's important to make the enemy understand how majestic and heroic I am.

Robin:
Look, I love speeches and gallant poses as much as the next soldier. But doesn't that leave you exposed to a sudden strike from a foe?

Cynthia:
Oh, no. That's against the rules! See, when heroes meet on the battlefield, everyone gets time to deliver their lines. If the foe knows anything about heroic derring-do, they'll wait their turn.

Robin:
I don't think our foes give two figs about derring-do. You're far more likely to get a quick dagger between the ribs.

Cynthia:
B-but war is civilized! It celebrates bravery and honor and all that good stuff. Otherwise, it's just a bloody mess. Otherwise, it's just random slaughter!

Robin:
...I'm sensing a steep learning curve ahead of us here.

Cynthia:
Look, back in my future, the only foe we ever faced was the Risen. Now, when fighting brain-dead monsters, it's all about survival, niceties be damned. But I'm sure... I just assumed that here in the past, things would be more civilized. I mean, war can't ALWAYS be a horrific bloodbath! ...Can it?

Robin:
Oh, Cynthia...

Cynthia:
Well anyway, I should run. I need to practice my sword flourishes!

Robin:
I can't decide if her attitude is admirable or pathetic...

B Support

Cynthia:
I AM CYNTHIA! YOUR BLOOD SHALL RUN THICK LIKE SWAMPLAND! ...Ew, no. That's a bit gruesome. I AM CYNTHIA! I FLOAT LIKE A LEAF AND STING LIKE A NETTLE! ...Eh. Too vegetarian. Although it might lull the foe into a false sense of security...

Robin:
Hello, Cynthia.

Cynthia:
Oh, hi, Robin!

Robin:
Practicing your battle lines again?

Cynthia:
That's right! Because I still believe in the rules of heroic and gallant fighting.

Robin:
Just remember, not everyone follows the rules, or even knows about them. Some people have even less honor than the Risen, in truth.

Cynthia:
I know what the risks are. But I refuse to give up the idea of civilized combat.

Robin:
Do you promise to at least look out for treachery?

Cynthia:
Hey, stop worrying already! I can take care of myself. I'm a hero, remember? It's my job to rally and inspire our comrades.

Robin:
We all know how brave you are, Cynthia. You don't have to take risks to prove it. What good is a hero if she's so foolhardy everyone has to worry about her safety?

Cynthia:
I hadn't thought about it that way...

Robin:
Well, perhaps you should. What say you at least consider toning it down a little? Okay?

Cynthia:
...Fiiine. I'll think about it. And sorry if I made you worry.

Robin:
She's such a sweet girl, and so innocent. I just hope that doesn't prove her undoing...

A Support

Cynthia:
Robin, can we talk?

Robin:
Of course, Cynthia. What's on your mind?

Cynthia:
Well, er, I've been thinking about what you told me...

Robin:
You mean about the risks of your heroic posturing on the battlefield?

Cynthia:
Right, exactly. But see, I still believe in all the chivalrous rules of combat. ...I really don't want to give up striking poses and delivering my battle lines. But I've decided that I'll be extra careful, and only do it when it's absolutely safe.

Robin:
And how will you know that?

Cynthia:
Well, if I'm facing a noble foe who knows the rules, I'll go ahead and do my thing. But if it's a monster or a smelly bandit, I'll just hit 'em in the face.

Robin:
That sounds like a fair compromise. Thank you for considering my words.

Cynthia:
Well, it didn't seem fair not to, after you told me how worried you were. After all, a real hero is someone who can look after herself AND her friends. Imagine if a comrade was hurt because I was busy making the sun glint off my blade! If Chrom was gut-punched because I was yelling about my terrible might! If you were beheaded and quartered, then set aflame, all because I was—

Robin:
Okay, okay, I think I have the idea...