Awakening Supports/Avatar(M) Priam
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C Support
Priam:
Ah, Robin. Perfect timing.
Robin:
Hmm?
Priam:
I was just about to go looking for you. I am prepared to pass along all I know of fighting to you!
Robin:
Er, you are? Well, fantastic! I'm sure anything you have to say would be tremendously helpful.
Priam:
As this army's tactician, you hold its fate in your hands. If the knowledge I've amassed can be of use, I'm pleased to help.
Robin:
Then I humbly accept your offer.
Priam:
Right, then! Let us begin. First, all strength stems from a warrior's breathing.
Robin:
Oh?
Priam:
By drawing in the ambient energies that permeate the air, we gain their strength. Therein lies the origin of a fighter's ability and the determinant to how far they'll go. So, if the breath is the source of all strength, what ought a warrior do?
Robin:
Um... Seek out the purest air possible?
Priam:
Indeed! Air quality is of critical importance when training. This is why warriors have labored in deep woods and under waterfalls for ages.
Robin:
I didn't expect you to be quite so...intense. This is pretty heady stuff.
Priam:
You want intense? Let's talk about my first training expedition in the woods. I was but a boy, 11 or 12 perhaps, and I was attacked by a ferocious bear!
Robin:
A bear attacked you when you were 12?!
Priam:
It did.
Robin:
So...did you defeat it?
Priam:
A foolish question! How else would I be telling you this blistering tale if I hadn't?!
Robin:
...Oh. Um, right.
Priam:
I owe my victory to the crisp mountain air. With every breath, I drew into me the very spirit of the woods. The sighs of trees ages old whorled about me just waiting to be utilized! And as I breathed deep, I began to refine that energy. To temper it...
Robin:
It's really something seeing you get so excited... You're usually so quiet. But, er, is there an end to this story? ...In the near future?
Priam:
Hmm? Did you say something?
Robin:
Er, no... Not a thing.
Priam:
Anyway, yes, my story... So by fusing the air with my own intrinsic energies and releasing it, I created a new...
B Support
Robin:
Hmm, nothing else to take care of... Why don't I sharpen some weapons? Everyone seems to take care of their own gear, but it can't hurt to check. Some of these swords lose their edge if you so much as look at them cross eyed!
Priam:
For all its hardened wood and metal, a sword is a delicate thing!
Robin:
WHA—?! ...Priam? I didn't see you there!
Priam:
An elegant blade! A spear tip hewn to a razor point! They're strong enough to take a life, but exquisitely fragile at the same time. A warrior's life extends no further than that of the weapon he wields. Fail to perform maintenance, and it may well cost you...EVERYTHING!
Robin:
Sounds like something you might say... A stern maxim to live by, but fair.
Priam:
Ideally, a weapon would never be handled save by the one who wields it.
Robin:
Er, so I shouldn't help the others maintain their equipment?
Priam:
I mean only that creating and tending to a weapon aids in growing accustomed to it. To claim as one's own a weapon made and honed by another is folly!
Robin:
Doesn't it seem a bit much to have an entire army learn smithing?
Priam:
It is only an ideal. I would never presume to force my methods on anyone else. But a man must have a code, and this is mine!
Robin:
Wow, Priam. Anything about war and weapons and you get worked up. I had you pegged as the strong, silent type, but you're actually quite passionate. (Though I might've preferred the strong-and-silent version, emphasis on silent...)
Priam:
Hmm? What was that?
Robin:
...Nothing at all.
Priam:
Legends from the far north say that blades handled with love ultimately gain souls. They cease to be mere objects and become something tremendous. Miraculous, even! Once imbued with a soul, a weapon's bond to its wielder can transcend into a new...
A Support
Robin:
Ah, my first hot meal of the day! It warms both body and soul.
Priam:
Few things are so important to a warrior as proper sustenance!
Robin:
GAH! Priam! Must you keep sneaking up on me, only to yell in my ear!
Priam:
How else would I convey to you my thoughts on food and its role in war?
Robin:
...Oh boy. You've got a philosophy of eating, too?
Priam:
Of course! Food is another cornerstone of a warrior's physical and mental training. The act of eating is to take the life of other beings and make it into one's own flesh. That's why wasting food is a crime on par with murder itself! We should eat with an awareness of the sacrifices of others and a spirit of thanks.
Robin:
Awfully talkative again today, aren't we, Priam? (...Now where did I put that cotton for my ears...?)
Priam:
...Mmm? What was that?
Robin:
Er, no, I just... Nothing! It's only...er... When you get on a topic you like to talk about, you really like to talk about it.
Priam:
...I have been talking your ears blue, haven't I? Apologies. When I speak on matters of combat, I tend to lose track of time. Honestly, I think hanging around you people is starting to influence me! I just hope it's for the better. I'd hate to think I was getting soft.
Robin:
Oh, I don't think you need to worry. Just the fact that you ARE worried is the best proof of why you don't need to. You're as tough—and tough on yourself—as ever. I guarantee it.
Priam:
A guarantee from you is a serious thing indeed.
Robin:
I do feel you've grown a bit...kinder. Even gentler, perhaps. But this is not a bad thing. In fact, it's helped our army. For example, passing along your wisdom to me was an act born of kindness, no?
Priam:
Well, I suppose I did want to feel I was doing all I could to help everyone...
Robin:
It makes me all the more eager to learn how I might follow in your footsteps.
Priam:
Heh, fair enough! Then I'll continue to teach you everything I know. If you think you can handle it, that is?
Robin:
Of course! Only maybe we could take it in smaller—
Priam:
In that case, back to food! To consume a meal is to consume the very souls of everything on your plate.
Robin:
(Oof, this one's gonna be long... I can feel it in my bones.)
Priam:
Just as the wheel of reincarnation turns ever onward, crushing all in its path... With each passing meal, muscle builds on food and passes on a new soul. Each shares in your flesh and becomes part of your spirit! And in turn...
