Awakening Supports/Kjelle Severa

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C Support

Kjelle:
Whew! I'm beat today...

Severa:
Does tired equal sloppy in your world? Because your shirt is coming unbuttoned. And I know you're sweaty from combat or whatever, but oh my gosh. ...Ew.

Kjelle:
Har! A little skin isn't going to kill anybody. Besides, this area's off limits to the men. And it's not like it's something you haven't seen before.

Severa:
That doesn't mean I WANT to see it! Gods, would it kill you to act like a lady once in a while?

Kjelle:
At least I'm enough of a lady to mind my manners and not stare!

Severa:
I'm pointing this out for your own sake!

Kjelle:
Hah! I've never cared about stuff like this, and you know it.

Severa:
It's one thing for a child to be a tomboy, Kjelle, but you're a grown woman now! Augh! Now I can see your stomach! Really, have a little... Wow. Those are serious abs, Kjelle. I could do my laundry on them. No wonder you walk around with your shirt hanging off...

Kjelle:
It's not "hanging off." I just untucked it! ...And why the compliment, anyway?

Severa:
I...I don't know! It just kind of popped out of my mouth.

Kjelle:
You don't have the hots for me or something, do you?

Severa:
Hah! You couldn't handle me for an hour, and you know it! I'm just a little jealous is all. You're pretty, yet still so tough and strong.

Kjelle:
Well, looking is free, I guess. Knock yourself out.

Severa:
Gods, Kjelle! Seriously, could you try and not act like a boor for five minutes?

Kjelle:
You compliment me left and right, and then you want me to be more modest? So what should I do? Flee in terror anytime a girl catches a glimpse of my belly?

Severa:
That's the general idea, yes. A proper lady never shows skin above the ankles and below the neck. A proper lady understands that less is more!

Kjelle:
...Girls care about the dumbest things sometimes.

Severa:
Hello? YOU'RE a girl!

B Support

Severa:
Augh! Kjelle!

Kjelle:
What'd I do now, Severa?

Severa:
Don't just drop your old clothes on the floor when you undress!

Kjelle:
What, are you worried someone's going to trip?

Severa:
No! ...I mean, yes! ...I mean, that is so not the point of this conversation! We've spoken about this before, remember? Your utter lack of femininity and decorum? You're acting like a crusty old roustabout!

Kjelle:
Being a roustabout is honest work. Without them, ships couldn't sail or—

Severa:
That is so totally not the point of what I'm saying! ...It was a metaphor. I meant that you act and sound like a ruffian! A male ruffian! *Sigh* All right. I can see I'm going to have to step in here. Since you're apparently hopelessly ignorant of even basic beauty tips, I'll teach you. We'll begin with makeup. I trust you're at least familiar with the concept?

Kjelle:
...I've heard of it, yes.

Severa:
Well then, today is your first lesson! Just come over here to my vanity... Now then! The first step is to build a nice foundation that can—

Kjelle:
I'm not letting you put this pasty goop on my face, if that's what you're thinking.

Severa:
Of course not. ...YOU'RE going to put it on your face! You'll never learn otherwise, right? Now come on! Chop-chop!

Severa:
...Wow. That was really, really horrific. Maybe a little demonstration would have been in order after all.

Kjelle:
I'm just glad to finally have it all washed off my face! So, how'd I do? Your eyes kind of bugged out, so I'm guessing I did it wrong.

Severa:
Makeup should accent and flatter the features, Kjelle. Not act as a disguise. You looked like you were preparing to rob the royal treasury.

Kjelle:
Accent? Disguise? What's the difference? They both just hide who you are.

Severa:
No need to be hostile, dear. Let's set cosmetics aside for the time being. A woman's charm is the sum of a thousand tiny, yet deliberate, gestures. She does not run roughshod around the camp like an overburdened pack animal. She glides as she walks, using light and nimble steps!

Kjelle:
Like, uh... This? *stomp* *tromp* *kerplunk*

Severa:
No, no, no! Graceful, Kjelle! Graceful! Be like a peaceful forest stream! One step flows into the next! Arms, too, are easy and fluid! ...Unclench that fist! Eye contact is critical, but do not stare. A demure glance and smile are sufficient. Even brushing back your hair must be a conscious, calculated action. ...No! Not like that! TOSS the hair, Kjelle! Don't ruffle it like an old hound's scruff!

Kjelle:
I'm never going to remember all of this.

Severa:
You will if I make you! With proper training and patience, I'll make you a lady yet!

Kjelle:
I'd rather you let me get back to training that actually matters. We're trying to win a war, not a damn beauty pageant!

A Support

Kjelle:
Er... G-good afternoon, Severa. You're...looking well?

Severa:
Better. Not great. ...Or good, really. But better. Now you need to focus on the delivery. In time, it will be fluid and natural. Still, I suppose I should thank the gods you've come even this far.

Kjelle:
If it makes you feel better, I'm tripping less in those absurd shoes you gave me. Oh, and I combed my hair this morning. One hundred strokes exactly.

Severa:
And it looks lovely!

Kjelle:
There's just so much to remember... I'm always sure I'm forgetting something. I guess it's just good that I'm improving.

Severa:
As you will continue to do, I'm sure! Plus, you have the advantage of being naturally beautiful.

Kjelle:
Well, um... Thanks, I guess. ......

Severa:
What? Is there something on my hands? You keep staring.

Kjelle:
Your fingers are so long and pretty. I don't know how I didn't notice before.

Severa:
Kjelle! Now THAT is a very sweet and ladylike compliment! I'm so proud of you right now!

Kjelle:
Does that mean I pass?

Severa:
Pass? You're going to be valedictorian! I hereby name you a graduate of Severa's Finishing School for Warrior Ladies!

Kjelle:
Heh heh. Warrior ladies. Oh, that's rich. That's... ...Uh-oh.

Severa:
What is it?

Kjelle:
I've been so focused on remembering what you taught me, I think I forgot other stuff! ...Oh, gods! I don't remember how to fight!

Severa:
What?!

Kjelle:
Ack! I'm trying, but nothing's coming back! It's all a big blank! Which end of a sword do you hold? It's the pointy end, right? ...OUCH! Dammit! Wrong end! I knew this girly stuff was a bad idea!

Severa:
W-well, worry not, dear. I'm here to help. We'll enroll you in Severa's Combat Class for Lady Warriors next.

Kjelle:
You'd better hope I've forgiven you by the time I graduate!

Severa:
Just don't go and forget how to act like a lady this time! You'll thank me once this war is over and you're on the prowl for love!

Kjelle:
Would you get started already? I can feel my muscles disappearing!