Fates Supports/Ignatius Velouria
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C Support
Velouria: Ignatius...what is that fantastic object you're holding?
Ignatius: Hello, Velouria. This old thing? It's just a good-luck charm.
Velouria: Well...it's breathtaking. The frayed threads. The asymmetrical shape. It's wonderful art.
Ignatius: Um. I actually kind of messed this one up when I was making it...
Velouria: Nonsense. Hand it over—I'll treasure it until the end of time.
Ignatius: Are you sure you want this one? Because I could make a much better one for you.
Velouria: No. I want that one. Worn down and distorted...scented with your human musk...
Ignatius: I see. Can I ask you something?
Velouria: Certainly.
Ignatius: If I give this to you, what EXACTLY are you going to do with it?
Velouria: Well, I'll hold it tightly to my chest and sniff it as I fall asleep. As anyone would.
Ignatius: Right. That actually makes me a little bit uncomfortable. So I'm just going to keep it for now.
Velouria: Bah. Fine.
B Support
Velouria: Well, if it isn't Ignatius. Ignatius the Ungenerous.
Ignatius: *sigh* Hello, Velouria.
Velouria: *sniff* *sniff* That's odd. I don't smell that good-luck charm on you. Tell me—where is it?
Ignatius: I buried it.
Velouria: You WHAT?
Ignatius: I was a little bit creeped out with the way you described it. So I buried it deep underground.
Velouria: Where did you bury it? Tell me at once!
Ignatius: Yeah...the thing about that... I lit it on fire too.
Velouria: Noooo!
Ignatius: Relax! I made you a new one first. It's way better than that old one.
Velouria: You understand NOTHING. A new one won't do!
Ignatius: And why not?
Velouria: The object you formerly possessed was imbued with TIME and DECAY. The subtle deterioration of its form was sublimely beautiful. A new object can never possess these qualities!
Ignatius: That actually...kind of makes sense. I'm sorry.
Velouria: I'm devastated. I'll never find its equal...
Ignatius: Look, I'm really sorry.
Velouria: What's done is done. Just promise me you'll never destroy another work of art.
Ignatius: You have my word.
Velouria: Great. Now...do I smell another interesting object nearby? What are you carrying in that bag?
Ignatius: This? It's just garbage. Some old, oily rags.
Velouria: Give them to me at once.
Ignatius: You want old, stinky rags? I think there may be some rotten fruit in there as well.
Velouria: Ignatius...what did you just promise me?
Ignatius: To never destroy a work of art. Wait...what?! You think this is art too?
Velouria: Don't question me. Just hand it over.
Ignatius: Suit yourself...
A Support
Velouria: Hello, Ignatius.
Ignatius: What's wrong? You look even more serious than usual.
Velouria: I must apologize. The other day, you offered me a new good- luck charm, and I refused it. I will accept your gift. Please give it to me.
Ignatius: But I thought you didn't want a new one.
Velouria: It's not ideal. But it is worse to behave as rudely as I did.
Ignatius: No need to apologize. I wasn't offended— I promise. Anyway, it looks like the new charm is working already. Because I just so happen to have it in my pocket right now. Here you go!
Velouria: Thank you, Ignatius. *sniff* *sniff* Just as I suspected. It smells of nothing.
Ignatius: Right. Like I said, it's brand new.
Velouria: Well, I will treasure and fondle it, eventually giving it a new personality. And I have something for you as well.
Ignatius: Oh, you don't need to worry about that.
Velouria: Would you accept...this?
Ignatius: Gods... What is that THING? Broken bones cinched together with oily rags? And is that...a fragment of a sword piercing a skull? At least it's not a human skull. Right? RIGHT?
Velouria: No, of course not. This is my good-luck charm for you.
Ignatius: This is meant to bring GOOD luck?
Velouria: Yes. I handcrafted it from a number of treasures I've collected over the years. Each object has its own history and story to tell.
Ignatius: Honestly, it looks cursed. Is it cursed? I don't want to sleep in the same place as a cursed object...
Velouria: Well, when I slept with this object near to my heart the other night... I felt paralyzed by the gaze of an unknown spirit. It was as if she was standing over me as I slept. It was an indescribably beautiful experience.
Ignatius: That's horrifying!
Velouria: So this is a mysterious charm, but it was made with good intentions. I do hope you will accept it.
Ignatius: I suppose I owe you one...
Velouria: Thank you, Ignatius. I'm so glad it'll be at home with you.
Ignatius: Yeah. Me too. *gulp*
S Support
Ignatius: Hello, Velouria. I've got something for you. I was going to throw it out, but...
Velouria: Oh, how lovely. I've always wanted a chair like this.
Ignatius: Yup. I figured you might like it. Since it's missing a leg.
Velouria: Indeed. This piece is rich in irony.
Ignatius: Let me ask you a question. Do you like ANY new things at all?
Velouria: Certainly! But it depends on the thing. New things can be beautiful in different ways.
Ignatius: In that case...what do you think about this ring?
Velouria: Ah, let's have a look! Hmm. It's quite shiny. The stone is large and unblemished. It's very well crafted, but I'm afraid this ring doesn't have a soul.
Ignatius: Oh.
Velouria: Where did you get this object, anyway? It's clearly sized for a female human.
Ignatius: I was going to give it to you.
Velouria: Oh!
Ignatius: Yeah. But I suppose now maybe I shouldn't.
Velouria: Ignatius! Please...give me that ring!
Ignatius: But you said it has no soul!
Velouria: That I did. And I was telling the truth. But if I were to wear this ring for years, it could become my most valuable treasure.
Ignatius: Velouria...
Velouria: The ring will become scratched in battle. Engraved by time and experience. It will lose its sparkle but shine with our shared memories over the years. Yes, Ignatius...I believe this ring will suit me quite well.
Ignatius: Then...you will accept it?
Velouria: With pleasure.
