Awakening Supports/Maribelle Kellam

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C Support

Maribelle:
YEOWCH! Oh, for the love of all that is shiny and rich and wonderful... All right, who left this massive suit of armor in the middle of everything?!

Kellam:
Um, actually...

Maribelle:
Eeeeek! Good heavens, Kellam, will you please stop sneaking around like that?!

Kellam:
I wasn't sneaking. And I didn't leave my armor laying around. I'm actually still wearing it.

Maribelle:
Yes, yes, yes. I should have known you were somewhere inside all that steel plate. Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you about that... Why is it that you wear such a ridiculously enormous suit of armor? Is it a hand-me-down? Was your mother hoping you'd grow into it?

Kellam:
I suppose it is a smidge bigger than the standard... But I don't see much need to go changing things now. It protects me well enough, and I'm plenty agile in a fight.

Maribelle:
But you do realize you don't have to wear it ALL the time, right? For heaven's sake, I've seen you wearing it at a wedding!

Kellam:
Well, I happen to like it. It's my most comfy outfit.

Maribelle:
Codswallop! Comfort has no place in fashion! You should listen to me and try going without it every now and then.

Kellam:
I'll think about it.

Maribelle:
H-hey, come back here, you oversized kipper can! I'm not finished with you! ...Tsk. Too late. He disappeared. How DOES he do that?

B Support

Maribelle:
Kellam? Keeellaaam! Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Kellam:
You called?

Maribelle:
Here, I got these for you.

Kellam:
Gosh, what nice clothes! They look expensive.

Maribelle:
Well, you didn't expect I'd hand over a pile of rags, did you? Now normally these would be FAR too fine for a commoner such as yourself. But considering the circumstances, I thought you deserved something decent.

Kellam:
That's mighty kind of you, milady. But I really like my armor and—

Maribelle:
I HOPE you aren't about to say that your silly armor is better than these silks.

Kellam:
I-it's just that I think I'd prefer to stay as I am, if it's all the same to you.

Maribelle:
Oh, tosh-bosh! Why be so stubborn?

Kellam:
When I first joined the Shepherds, I was terrified I wouldn't be able to fight. I thought I'd be useless in battle and end up being left behind and forgotten. Truth be told, I was really close to quitting and just going home. Not that anyone would have noticed...

Maribelle:
......

Kellam:
But just when things were at their lowest, this armor arrived from home. The whole village had pitched in to make it because they were so proud of me. Imagine! The first boy to make it out, and now serving the prince no less!

Maribelle:
I didn't realize your story was so...inspiring.

Kellam:
This armor reminded me of the hopes and dreams of the people back home. And even if they got my size wrong, I'm going to keep wearing it!

Maribelle:
Yes, well... Perhaps I was wrong to chastise you without knowing the circumstances. I pray we can put this little incident behind us?

Kellam:
Oh, of course, Maribelle. I know you were just worried about me.

A Support

Kellam:
Say, Maribelle? I wanted to thank you for your help on the battlefield. If you hadn't covered my back, I wouldn't have been able to protect everyone else.

Maribelle:
Not at all. Truth be told, it's a great comfort having you at my side. You pop up out of nowhere when I'm most in need, then melt away into the shadows. You're like one of those faithful sidekicks in the stories Mother used to read.

Kellam:
Um, but I was standing right beside you the entire—

Maribelle:
Yes, well, whatever. In any case, I'm developing a much better opinion of you. It's so inspiring to see a poor indigent like yourself fight for his village folk.

Kellam:
Inspiring? Me? Oh no, milady. I'm just a simple farmer trying to do his best.

Maribelle:
In the future, when this beastly war is over, I hope to become a judge advocate. I would be the first woman to ever hold such a post, so it will not be easy. However, I have no intention of giving up, no matter how hard the fight may be.

Kellam:
That sure is brave of you! I couldn't do anything like that.

Maribelle:
Oh, really? I don't know about that. I think you do it every single day. If anyone has foresworn the easy path and chosen the hard road, it's you.

Kellam:
Oh, I don't know. I think I just like protecting folk...

S Support

Kellam:
Maribelle?

Maribelle:
Yes?

Kellam:
This is kind of sudden, but I was thinking about your dream for life after the war. Anyway, I was thinking I might be able to help out if I was...around.

Maribelle:
How odd that you would say such a thing! I have been entertaining the same thoughts. In truth, I've grown rather fond of having you at my side.

Kellam:
Oh, I'm so glad you think that way!

Maribelle:
You'll make a fine butler with a little training! Maybe a valet in the worst case. We've been lacking one of those ever since poor Mr. Yates went off to prison...

Kellam:
Um... N-no. That's not... I don't want to come work for you.

Maribelle:
Work for me? My darling, the servants in my house are like family! You get all the major feast days off, and we even switch places on the solstice!

Kellam:
I want to MARRY you, consarnit! That's why I got you this ring!

Maribelle:
...Oh my dear good heavens.

Kellam:
I know you'd be marrying below your station and all, but I don't care. If you want money or crowns or whatever, then you can go find some other man. But if you want a man who'll love you to the end of his days, then take me.

Maribelle:
*Ahem!* Yes, well, when you put it that way... I suppose we could make the titles work. Name you a lesser duke or something.

Kellam:
So is that a yes?

Maribelle:
Yes, Kellam. I will be your wife. But you are NOT wearing that armor to our wedding!