Awakening Supports/Avatar(F) Miriel

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Miriel:
...How discomposing.

Robin:
That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?

Miriel:
A minor contusion. Benign.

Robin:
Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?

Miriel:
Unhand that, madam!

Robin:
Sorry! Sorry. I didn't realize it was so important.

Miriel:
Important? Hmm... ......

Robin:
Miriel?

Miriel:
I suppose it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of sorts. One that points the way to the truth.

Robin:
Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage or something?

Miriel:
Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.

Robin:
Ah, that explains the rough binding. Er, no offense intended. Still, that's amazing. Was your mother a mage as well? Or perhaps a scientist?

Miriel:
What is the impetus for your inquiry?

Robin:
Impetus for my... You mean, why do I ask? Er, I don't know. ...I'm curious? Wouldn't most people be?

Miriel:
An automatic reaction to conversational stimulus. I see... ......

Robin:
Um, did I say something strange?

Miriel:
Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontaneous reactive curiosity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?

Robin:
...I really think you're reading too much into this.

B Support

Robin:
Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it somewhere...

Miriel:
Is this the object in question?

Robin:
Ah, yes! My thanks, Miriel. I keep it tied to my belt, but it's always falling off for some reason.

Miriel:
Such actions are indicative of a pervasive downward force exerted on the object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...

Robin:
So, um, can I have my pouch back now?

Miriel:
...Ah yes. Here is the passage in question: "On all objects there acts a force which pulls them ever groundward. Though invisible and without apparent cause, it exists nonetheless. I posit that it is by this principle we remain rooted to the ground." ...Most intriguing!

Robin:
...Miriel? ...Hello?

Miriel:
...Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?

Robin:
Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!

Miriel:
Wah!

Robin:
S-sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.

Miriel:
My respiratory functions ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive. Please do not scatter my thoughts further.

Robin:
Er, sorry...

Miriel:
I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. Farewell.

Robin:
Wait! My...pouch...

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Miriel:
So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at the rate of Y...

Robin:
Um... What are you doing with my pouch, Miriel?

Miriel:
Experimenting in an attempt to establish a unified theory of falling. Whether thrown, catapulted or dropped from great heights, it falls to the ground. The results have been consistent across hundreds of trials.

Robin:
H-hey! I had a lot of fragile things in that pouch! Potions and baubles and... *Sigh* ...You know what? You keep it.

Miriel:
Thank you.

Robin:
Sometimes I wish you'd show half as much interest in people as you do in science.

Miriel:
Well, I'm interested in certain people. You, for example.

Robin:
Me? Why me?

Miriel:
You have a virtuosic proficiency in strategy, despite your amnesia. It is truly fascinating. From this, we can extrapolate two possible hypotheses. One: talent is wholly independent from memory and experience. Two: memories and experience related to the use of one's talents cannot be lost.

Robin:
Miriel? Are you still talking to me?

Miriel:
I am now, yes.

Robin:
Er, you're not going to tell me not to disturb your thoughts again?

Miriel:
I can if you wish it.

Robin:
N-no, thanks. I'm just happy to know I wasn't a bother, I guess.

Miriel:
That would be difficult. You are the focus of intense on my part.

Robin:
O-kay. I just don't like to think I'm bothering a friend. That's all.

Miriel:
I was unaware that our interactions had acquired the label of friendship.

Robin:
Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the the way, right? ...No?

Miriel:
Fascinating...