Awakening Supports/Morgan(F) Laurent

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C Support

Morgan:
Heh heh. Sorry, Laurent.

Laurent:
I'm still just flabbergasted! What made you think it would be fun to build a tower of stacked tomes? You nearly crushed your father when they came crashing down!

Morgan:
Hey, I said I was sorry. And besides, it was super fun stacking them up. You should try it sometime!

Laurent:
I'll pass, thank you.

Morgan:
Aww, come on. Live a little!

Laurent:
No. Honestly, must you always be like this? Do you think it appropriate to flit about all day playing games and making trouble? We fight for the fate of the world, Morgan. You would do well to remember that.

Morgan:
No, I remember. And I'm totally serious! Here, look into my eyes... See that? See it? These are the eyes of a totally serious woman.

Laurent:
......

Morgan:
These are the eyes of someone fighting to save the world from ruin. These are...SERIOUS EYES! Rrrrrrr! Not...gonna...blink...

Laurent:
The only thing serious is your commitment to chicanery! You ought to learn from your father's example.

Morgan:
If I did, would you play a round of tome stackers with me?

Laurent:
I have quite enough nonsense in my life already. Good day!

Morgan:
H-hey, wait! Laurent! Don't be like that!


B Support

Laurent:
Morgan will drive me to madness or an early grave. Of this there's little doubt. We are in the throes of a battle for human survival, and she wants to play games! Does the woman honestly not grasp the severity of our plight?

Morgan:
Five hundred...tweeeeenty...THREE!

Laurent:
Hmm? What's this, then?

Morgan:
Five hundred...tweeeeenty...FOUR!

Laurent:
Morgan?

Morgan:
Phew! ...Oh! Hi, Laurent! What brings you out here?

Laurent:
I was simply passing by and... What are you doing?

Morgan:
Sit-ups, silly! Isn't it obvious? Even as a future tactician of legend, I need to hold my own on the battlefield!

Laurent:
And you always do five hundred repetitions?

Morgan:
Six hundred, actually. But who's counting? A well-toned body is a wellspring of confidence in the heat of battle! With abs like these, victory is ab-solutely assured! Who needs memories when your stomach is a tempered twelve-pack of solid steel? ...And so on. Anyway, I don't get playtime until I've done my daily training regimen.

Laurent:
...It seems I haven't been giving you due credit.

Morgan:
Credit for what?

Laurent:
Your diligence. This shows an admirable commitment to winning this war. I fear I may have been a fool telling you to take a lesson from your father. I could stand to model myself after you!

Morgan:
Aw, it's fine! Water under the bridge. Although... If you really wanted to make it up to me, you'd play a round of tome stackers!

Laurent:
...I see I was hasty in commending you. Absolutely not.

Morgan:
...Next time, then?

Laurent:
ABSOLUTELY NOT!


A Support

Laurent:
*Sigh* It's anyone's guess which is the real her. Hmm...

Morgan:
Everything all right, Laurent? You've been staring off into space and mumbling.

Laurent:
Oh, er... Salutations.

Morgan:
Something on your mind? If anything's troubling you, I'm happy to lend an ear. We can talk it over while stacking up some big ol' tomes!

Laurent:
Any troubles I have now are a direct result of you.

Morgan:
What? How do you mean?

Laurent:
I am ill-equipped to figure you out. One Morgan is a grinning fool, always thinking up bizarre games and pranks. But the other is a commendably diligent warrior, rigorous and eager in her training! Which is the truth, though? Which is the real Morgan?!

Morgan:
Oh. Is that what's bothering you, you big dummy?

Laurent:
YOU would accuse ME of lacking in intelligence?!

Morgan:
Ah ha ha, sorry! No, I didn't mean that. I just meant you're overthinking it. They're both the real me!

Laurent:
Both? What manner of trickery is this?

Morgan:
Look, it's true that I want to have fun and I like fooling around. But I also want to be a great tactician like my father, and I'll work to make it happen. There's no rule that says I can't be both! ...Er, there isn't, right?

Laurent:
Well no, I suppose not... I'd simply like to know for certain whether you're a serious person or a reprobate.

Morgan:
Hmm... Prrrobably serious? ...Ish?

Laurent:
When you can't even offer a serious answer to the question, I have my doubts.

Morgan:
Aw, don't be such a sourpuss! Can't a girl tease her friend a little?

Laurent:
I had not thought of us in those terms before. We are more brother-and-sister-in-arms, our bond forged in the heat of battle!

Morgan:
Nice! That sounds way more poetic than saying we're just chums! ...... Now what do you say we deepen that bond with a brisk game of tome stackers?!

Laurent:
No.

Morgan:
Awww, come ON!


S Support

Morgan:
Laurent, can I talk to you?

Laurent:
You never seemed to require my permission before.

Morgan:
Yeah, but I've never told you I'm in love with you before. So I thought—

Laurent:
Pardon me?!

Morgan:
Well, yeah! I want us to be together forever, Laurent.

Laurent:
Is this some new game of yours? Some mad new jape? I refuse to be a party to this foolishness!

Morgan:
What? No! I'm serious!

Laurent:
Are you...?

Morgan:
Laurent! I may like to play around, but I would never joke about stuff like this! Remember before when you described us as brother-and-sister-in-arms? Well, I thought about it, and it ended up totally bumming me out. I don't want to just be your sister!

Laurent:
Morgan... I...

Morgan:
Anyway, I... I just had to tell you, is all. But I know it's pretty stupid. I mean, you'd never be interested in a silly girl like me, right?

Laurent:
...... In truth, I would be thrilled.

Morgan:
Say wha—?!

Laurent:
...But I fear I'm not ready after my show of self-important buffoonery in censuring you. I have too much maturing to do before I can entertain a romantic liaison.

Morgan:
You've got it backward! Love makes a person grow! It makes you stronger! Come on, Laurent. Why do you think I started that crazy training regimen? Gah, I can't believe I'm telling you this...

Laurent:
So when I saw you honing your body, that was for my sake?

Morgan:
...Yes. I thought if I toughened up, you'd be proud of me and see that I really was serious. Before that, I wasn't putting half as much into training as I do now.

Laurent:
...I see. It's true that your efforts of late have been positively astounding. If that is the result of amorous intent, then perhaps I needn't bridle my feelings either.

Morgan:
Okay, so...translation, please?

Laurent:
I'm quite smitten with you as well.

Morgan:
Oh, Laurent! You really mean that?

Laurent:
Absolutely.

Morgan:
Yay! This is going to be the best! We'll push each other to improve until we've saved the world, the future, and everyone!

Laurent:
If being with you grants me even half of that energy and blind confidence, I'll be happy. ...But I hereby forbid all future mention of tome stackers!

Morgan:
Oh? But why?

Laurent:
When I looked through the collapsed pile, I saw manuscripts of mine and my mother's! It makes me half-mad with worry to think I might have lost all that knowledge!

Morgan:
*Sigh* Well, I suppose I could always start stacking your alchemy flasks instead...