Been playing way too much Fire Emblem Awakening as of late, and have been envisioning my OCs having the support conversations like what is present in the games. I guess this counts as fanfiction of sorts? If you don’t know what I’m talking about, here’s an example:
Have Some Abnur and Trechire Support Conversations
Abnur: Still holding on to your old habits? I would have thought the bear would be bald by now.
Trechire: He enjoys the brushing.
Abnur: Is it the same bear? Supposedly Wardens just summon them from thin air, but it’s never been explained to me if it’s the same bear each time.
Trechire: Usually, as the bear forms a bond with us, and so recognizes our call and beats out all other competition.
Abnur: Competition?
Trechire: Nature’s furry warriors love to help a Warden in need. It’s their way of showing off. So yes, when a Warden sends their summons, there can be competition.
Abnur: I always meant to delve further into the Warden’s teachings and abilities via our letters. They aren’t very plentiful in Cyrodiil, but gods we could use every edge possible. It gets more and more frustrating every time refugees get preyed upon by the wildlife.
Trechire: I wish you would have said something. I would have come.
Abnur: Not you. Any other Warden, but not you. I didn’t have time for you to pepper me with questions over the Amulet.
Trechire: And how often did I do that in our letters?
Abnur: …
Trechire: That’s what I thought.
Abnur: Regardless, I had every right to be cautious. Only a fool wouldn’t have been. Not to mention you were...not in the right state of mind. Your grief would have clouded your sense of judgement.
Trechire: Or sharpened it. Don’t lecture me like some child or incredibly lucky adventurer. I’ve been through enough to have learned from fatal, stupid mistakes. You were there for some of them. Not to mention I’m far more experienced at dealing with organizing and preserving groups of individuals- for far longer than you.
Abnur: Longer than me? I’ve had to wrangle all of Cyrodiil while stouts raided the henhouse that was the White-Gold Tower, for more than a hundred years.
Trechire: And here Hircine’s lead Alpha stands before you, having served for two hundred and thirty years.
Abnur: You’re two hundred and fifty some years old? Hmph, you look rather remarkable for your age.
Trechire: Thank you, young man.
C Rank Support Achieved
Trechire: The dragons aren’t very keen on laying low. The flying whelps just ravage the landscape with no regard for subtly or risk.
Abnur: They’re giant, naturally armored lizards that can Shout you to death. You expect them to have a concept of such things?
Trechire: I do, especially after we continuously put them down. Even the dumbest animal alive would know to avoid the claws after they’ve been struck by them twice!
Abnur: That many have been slain? Serves me right, neglecting to at least browse over the reports…
Trechire: Oh no, not by Elsweyr’s own. I’ve met with several other pack leaders about the dragons. We agree not only are they perhaps the best prey we’ve ever had the chance to hunt, but they also greatly threaten our territories. Packs have been regrouping, quickly learning how to kill these beasts.
Abnur: So this has officially become some sort of game to lycanthropes?
Trechire: Yes, and be glad for that. I was the one who rallied the packs into this. Thanks to their thirst for such glory, the dragons have been kept at bay from escaping Elsweyr’s borders. Or, at least far from Elsweyr’s borders.
Abnur: I should have realized that. With Cadwell’s constant chatter, Khamira’s vigilance over my every move, and Euraxia’s forces strutting around, flying Imperial flags and making a mockery out of us, I’m spread thin. I can’t be expected to handle everything, or to retain my usual sharp focus.
Trechire: Good thing you have me, then.
Abnur: Perhaps. First I’ll have to see how you handle some wine before bed, and then I’ll comment if you’re worth all the animal fur left all over our equipment.
Trechire: We’re working with khajiit, you know?
Abnur: It isn’t khajiit fur. I’ve checked. I don’t even want to know how or why you brought a pony inside our barracks, just don’t make it a habit!
B Rank Support Achieved
Abnur: Just tell me what you want. I’m too tired to wait around for you to work up the nerve to ask in your own time.
Trechire: Pardon?
Abnur: You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes. Whatever it is you want, just spit it out. We have dragons literally breathing down our necks.
Trechire: I… was just reflecting on how far you’ve come. You’ve proved to be a good man, Abnur.
Abnur: ...
Trechire: But that’s what concerns me. I’ve seen many prove their worth, but they never survive through their redemption.
Abnur: Redemption? Just what was it I did that I am now redeeming myself of?
Trechire: You placed trust in Mannimarco, even if a small measure of it. I’m not judging. I...I’ve done far worse, and faced the consequences. Rest assured, we’ll save Tamriel just like we did before, but this time no one has any reason to distrust you.
Abnur: I think Khamira disagrees.
Trechire: She’s young, and still bleeding from the loss of her parents, home, stability… If she was totally together, she’d be equally as hostile towards me. I helped you, supported you, in releasing those dragons. Sithis knows, I was the one who did most of the dirty work!
Abnur: Yes, but you have that Galerion charm. I’m certain your father could set fire to the nearest forest, turn around and smile, then easily talk his way out of any charges or suffer any reputation loss. How did the puddle-scrying necromancer put it? “Galerion knows how to warm a heart, so he can easily manipulate and maintain it.”
Trechire: *laughter*
Abnur: That doesn’t offend you?
Trechire: Not at all. It isn’t wrong. Where do you think I learned my diplomacy and persuasion from?
Abnur: Hilarious, but are we done here? We both have more important tasks to attend to.
Trechire: I’m proud of you. That’s all I wanted to say.
Abnur: You can coo at me all you like later tonight, but for now, let’s not get so sickeningly sweet, shall we?
A Rank Support Achieved
Trechire: What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving?
Abnur: Officially, I left. I told you, I hate parties, not to mention others might start trying to embrace or praise me, much alike you or, worse, Cadwell. But I wasn’t going to leave without finishing what I started.
Trechire: Oh?
Abnur: Would you accept this?
Trechire: A ring? Wait- the gems, those are bits of Welkynd stone!
Abnur: I didn’t think you’d care for a traditional Ring of Mara, given your beliefs, so I had to improvise.
Trechire: ...A Ring of Mara? This… Oh.
Abnur: It stings that you didn’t see this coming.
Trechire: Well, actually...it stung when you left, because… I had had this waiting back in our quarters here for you, after the coronation.
Abnur: You bought a Ring of Mara?
Trechire: I personally hold no regard for the divines, and I know you don’t either, but I thought you’d prefer to stick to tradition.
Abnur: For a two hundred and fifty nine year old mer, you certainly don’t act your age. Buying a ring for me. You should have known better.
Trechire: And miss your face growing this lovely shade of red? Or the chance to prove I’m long past my days of being intimidated by such things? But the fact of the matter is- I love you, Abnur, and for however long it is Tamriel allows us to still draw breath, I want to spend it as your wife.
Abnur: ...And I would gladly spend that time as your husband. Just so you know, however, I didn’t ask for your father’s blessing, and I wasn’t going to propose some grand wedding-
Trechire: Thank Sithis for that! You’d have given him a heart attack, and can you imagine the crowd we’d draw for a full, proper wedding? I can already hear Vivec sobbing obsessively, and loudly enough that no one can hear the vows being exchanged.
Abnur: Just a private exchange of vows, within one of these temples. But for validation, I have the documentation all ready to go for proof of marriage. We just need witnesses.
Trechire: I absolutely adore you.
Abnur: Restrain yourself until after the ceremony. I know that’s an impossible struggle, but know that I have faith in you, my love.
