Awakening Supports/Tharja Vaike
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C Support
Robin:
Hello, Tharja.
Tharja:
Oh, Robin! *siiiiiigh*
Vaike:
HEEEEEEY, THARJA! Whatcha up to, sister?!
Tharja:
Nothing you'd be concerned with. ...Or understand.
Vaike:
Hah! That's where you're wrong. When some creepy mage is followin' a friend around, Teach MAKES it his concern!
Tharja:
I'm not going to hurt Robin. I just find him/her fascinating. You on the other hand...
Vaike:
[If Male] Hey, that Robin's a handsome lad, and no denyin'. Soft, silky hair... Strong, bulging—
[If Female] Hey, that Robin's a handsome lass, and no denyin'. Soft, silky hair... Round, shapely—
Tharja:
Gods, you men are all the same. Completely obsessed with appearances. My attraction to Robin is something I experience on a higher plane. It's a meeting of the minds.
Vaike:
Well, maybe you and me could meet minds! Folks say the Vaike is pretty spiritual.
Tharja:
You'd need to have a mind before I could consider meeting it.
Vaike:
Aw, come on! Gimme a chance! I'm all about meetin' stuff!
Tharja:
I'd have a better chance conversing with a donkey. ...Now go away before I decide to stab you.
Vaike:
Monkey dung! What's that Robin chump got that I don't? Well, I'm gonna find out, or my name ain't the one and only Vaike!
B Support
Tharja:
It was so very nice to see Robin today. Hee. I think I'll just sit here for a bit and bask in the glow of—
Vaike:
HEY-OOOOOO, THARJA!
Tharja:
...Or perhaps I'll end my day by killing a man. What do you want, you great sack of suet? Are you spying on me again?
Vaike:
Nope! Well, I mean, I WAS for a while, but I trust ya now. I had to make sure ya weren't up to any witchy business with my pal, Robin.
Tharja:
If I catch you spying on me again, I'll turn you into a toad.
Vaike:
Hey now! Ain't no need for those kinda threats!
Tharja:
I don't make threats. I make promises. Besides, isn't that what you want?
Vaike:
Turnin' into a toad? Are ya batty?!
Tharja:
Nothing is more intimate than having a hex cast upon you. The spell creates a bond between the mage and victim—a resonance of souls. You WERE eager to connect with me on this level, were you not? And besides, being a toad might increase your intellectual capacity.
Vaike:
Sweet, crispy goat haunch! I barely understand a thing you say! But ol' Teach thinks bein' soul mate to a fine gal like you would be preeetty sweet.
Tharja:
I'd have better luck being a soul mate with the gunk beneath your fingernails.
Vaike:
Waaait. Are you implyin' I'm stupid? 'Cause if you are, you're WRONG!
Tharja:
Evidence suggests otherwise.
Vaike:
Oh, he does, does he?! Well, I'm gonna find this Evidence fella and give him what for!
A Support
Vaike:
Oh ho! Now THIS is a surprise.
Tharja:
Shouldn't you be off eating dinner with the others? I hear they're having lamb. You can throw the bones on the ground and everything.
Vaike:
Yeah, well, shouldn't YOU be havin' dinner, too?! Whatcha doin' out here all alone?
Tharja:
Nothing that concerns you.
Vaike:
Look, you can't brush me off that easily. Teach knows why you're here. Yer thinkin' about the battle today, yeah? About how some folks got hurt? Don't go blamin' yerself for that, now. You did all ya could.
Tharja:
...I should have done more.
Vaike:
Look, you're a creepy lady and all, but ya still shouldn't be so focused on the dead. I mean, there's plenty of livin' around here still, right? So why not focus on them? Here, I brought ya figs and part of a pie. Thought ya could use a meal.
Tharja:
You planned this!
Vaike:
...Huh?
Tharja:
You didn't just pass here by accident. You knew I was upset and followed me!
Vaike:
Look, if ya keep askin' questions, this pie's gonna get cold.
Tharja:
...Perhaps I stand corrected.
Vaike:
About what?
Tharja:
I thought you lacked the ability to understand my mind. I may have been wrong.
Vaike:
Didja say that? I totally forgot. Now dig in!
S Support
Tharja:
One bat wing... A dash of pig tail... And then...
Vaike:
I hope that ain't dinner yer makin'! Bwa ha ha ha ha! ...Er, no, seriously. Whatcha up to?
Tharja:
I'm brewing a potion for a spell.
Vaike:
Har! What is it? Fireballs? The Vaike loves fireballs!
Tharja:
I'd rather not say.
Vaike:
Why not? Ya gonna cast it on me? Bwa ha ha ha!
Tharja:
......
Vaike:
Hey, wait! Ya ARE gonna cast it on me?! N-now look, sister! Ol' Teach told ya he don't wanna be no toad!
Tharja:
It's not a toad, I promise. ...Ah, there we are. Done. All right, Vaike. Drink.
Vaike:
Heck no!
Tharja:
You need to trust me, Vaike. This potion is special. It will allow me to capture your heart.
Vaike:
Wait, it's a LOVE potion? Har har! I coulda saved ya the bat wings! Before ya go pourin' stuff down my throat, take a look at this.
Tharja:
This looks like a ring.
Vaike:
See? Ya don't need spells or magic or whatnot to get my heart. Ya already got it!
Tharja:
Very well. I accept your proposal.
Vaike:
Aw, see? That's just swell! So, uh, maybe you'll just pour out that potion there, eh?
