Serra/Supports

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Hector

C support

Serra: Ah, Lord Hector.

Hector: Yeah?

Serra: Isn’t there something you’d like to tell me? Really, there’s no need to hold back.

Hector: Huh? What are you talking about?

Serra: Why, your words of thanks, of course!

Hector: Why should I thank you?

Serra: You yourself told me, Lord Hector: "Stay in Ostia, someone needs to defend the homeland."

Hector: Uh huh.

Serra: Yet, I, in my thoughtfulness have come with you! I’ve come all the way here for you, Lord Hector! I’d take a “thank you,” of failing that, a bucket of jewels! Anything will do.

Hector: You want me to thank you for disobeying orders? To tell the truth, I find it hard to fight with you here!

Serra: Really! The nerve of some people! I thought you would be more understanding, Lord Hector!

Hector: Understanding of what?

Serra: Why, I am the only sister in this army!

Hector: Yeah, that’s true, now that you mention it. Of course, a replacement would work just as well...

Serra: R-Really! Must you taunt me so? What if I really find a replacement! What then?

Hector: Actually, I was kinda being serious...

B support

Hector: Hey, Serra. Can anyone use a staff of St. Elimine, even if they lack the faith?

Serra: What? Wait! You’re making fun of me in a roundabout way! I never! Only someone like you could do such a thing! Can you even imagine the many nights I’ve wet my pillow in tears...

Hector: ...Nope, I can’t.

Serra: I have been sensitive and delicate since I was born, you know! Not that I’d expect you to know that, or care. It might surprise you to know this, but I am of high noble birth!

Hector: Huh? You’re right, I didn’t know... You some distant relation of one of the nobles of Lycia?

Serra: No, I am a full-blooded member of an Etrurian count’s family.

Hector: What, are you serious!?

Serra: Very serious. You should be calling me “Lady Serra,” you know, really. But since it’s you, Lord Hector, I’ve been tolerating plain “Serra.”

Hector: Hmph, hard to picture...but I guess I’ll take your word for it. Where’s that count’s family from?

Serra: They are, well, that’s what I’m not sure of.

Hector: Hah?

Serra: There was all this talk about family status and succession of titles and such... My parents decided to put me in an abbey when I was still a child. That’s why I don’t know the count’s name...or what my parents were like... But I’m sure they were gentle and beautiful people, both of them!

Hector: But you’ve never met them?

Serra: Yes, but look at me, their child! I’m sure you can imagine how striking my father must... Lord Hector? Was that a yawn!?

A support

Hector: Hey, Serra. That abbey you lived in was in Ostia, right?

Serra: W-Why do... What of it?

Hector: I was thinking, the only abbey left in the land of Ostia right now is the one that was rebuilt when my brother was made marquess.

Serra: Ah!

Hector: So...that was the place?

Serra: Y-Yes...that was where I grew up. With children who had lost their parents in the war, children from poor villages. It was an orphanage for those children, too, you see...

Hector: You know, I visited there once. Dismal place, it was. After my brother donated money it got a little better, true...

Serra: Y-Yes, I suppose... We were always short on food. The winters were cold, with no wood for the fire, and no warm blankets... But I was fine, really! I knew it was only temporary! I knew things would get better!

Hector: Hey, calm down! No need to shout!

Serra: I really am of the bloodline of an Etrurian count’s family, I am! I just can’t meet them right now because of family... family issues! But, someday... Someday. My true parents will come to welcome me back.

Hector: ... ...

Serra: My mother and father are truly kind people, who thought often of me, alone in the abbey... I... I’m sure of it! It has to be true.

Hector: Serra...

Serra: W-What! Don’t look at me like that! It is really true! Really, I-I am...

Hector: It’s fine... I believe you. C’mon, don’t cry. No one doubts you are who you say you are.

Serra: I know that. I know.

Hector: Oh, all right. Good.

Serra: Well...I should be going. I have to see if anyone’s been injured!

Hector: Serra! If you ever need anything, you talk to me or Oswin. We’re your family, or at least, we are until your parents come for you.

Serra: Hector!

Hector: Right? So, let’s go.

Serra: You are a bit...untidy to be a member of my family... But I suppose I can tolerate that...if I must, yes. ... …

Matthew

C support

Serra: La, la...la la la... La la la, laa...la...

Matthew: ...Hey.

Serra: Oh, it’s Matthew! Maaaaatth...yooo! What? What is it? What’s wrong? It’s just...Matthew! Are you daft? ...... I...am...going...to...tell...Hector...you...said...that!

Matthew: ...Cripes. What’s wrong with you?

Serra: Hey. Where are you going? Come on. Over here, over here! Lord Hector said you have to stay by my side, no matter what, right? I am a sweet, helpless little cleric... You have to protect me!

Matthew: Protect you? But I’m a thief! I don’t get into brawls...

Serra: That’s fine! I can heal you if you get hurt! So come on, don’t be shy... right over here!

Matthew: You know... I’ve been wondering about this for a while... But...are you really one of Elimine’s clerics? Are you sure you’re not actually the follower of some dark, evil god?

Serra: That was very, very, very mean, Matthew! Are you trying to hurt my tender feelings?

Matthew: ...Hmm. Tender. Right. Let’s get going.

B support

Serra: Ahhh-ahh. All this time in the sun is doing terrible things to my skin! Lord Hector needs to take better care of his vassals!

Matthew: Come on. We should keep moving.

Serra: Hey, hey, Matthew! Wouldn’t it be great if we had our own vassals?

Matthew: Hm? Who needs ‘em. You don’t need partners to swipe treasure and unlock doors. And too many people means too many footfalls.

Serra: But I want my own vassals!

Matthew: ...Oh, please, not again. And what exactly would you have your vassals do?

Serra: Well, first of all, they would have to call me Lady Serra... And bring me cold, refreshing drinks... And massage my feet and shoulders every day... I would also require their absolute submission to my every whim, of course... I don’t need much, just a faithful servant who would slave away for me until death!

Matthew: ...Oh, is that all? Well, then...

Serra: I wonder if someone has misplaced his vassals recently. Maybe there’s one just lying around here somewhere...

Matthew: Not...bloody...likely.

A support

Serra: Hey, Matthew! Listen to this! You’ll never believe how mean Lord Hector was to me!

Matthew: ...Blimey. What now?

Serra: I said to him, “Give me some vassals,” and do you know what he said back to me? Can you guess? Can you? NOTHING! He ignored me! Can you believe it?

Matthew: ...And you are so very, very difficult to ignore...

Serra: Right! You are seriously the only person who could understand how much hurt I am feeling right now!!

Matthew: I’m not sure anyone could understand...

Serra: Why is Lord Hector always so mean to us? I mean, we are always putting our life on the line for him!

Matthew: ...I hate to admit it, but you may have a point there... I have approached him many times with my own request, only to be turned away...

Serra: Yeah, see!? So, what did you ask for, Matthew? Vassals? Rank? Promotion? Jewels?

Matthew: Ehh... I told him there was... an unwanted distraction... that it was making it difficult for me to work... that he should let me do things my own way, that I should be...free from this distraction...

Serra: Yeah! Yeah! I totally know what you mean, Matthew! Lord Hector just doesn’t understand our needs! We should go complain to him together!

Matthew: ...Man, are you ever thick...

Serra: Come along, Matthew! You’ll be left behind if you dawdle so!

Matthew: She’s not bad looking... If only she would just...shut...up...

Serra: Matthew!!

Matthew: Yeah, yeah. Come along, I know. ...Save...me...

Florina

C support

Florina: Umm... Serra?

Serra: Wha--! Florina! It’s been a while, how are you?

Florina: Um, fine. Say, I... Serra, can I ask you something?

Serra: What?

Florina: How can I... become more like you?

Serra: Like me? Well... Do you mean my breathtaking beauty? Or my impeccable fashion sense? Or do you mean...

Florina: Um... Not that stuff... I mean...your personality...

Serra: I’m sorry?

Florina: When there are men nearby, I get scared, even if they’re on our side. It...makes me somewhat useless in battle at times.

Serra: Hmmm... I see. Yes, leave it to me, Florina! If you just do everything I say, then you’ll be like me in no time!

B support

Serra: You know, I’ve been thinking... If you have trouble around guys... Maybe it’s just because you’re shy... See, you’re even a little reserved when talking to other women...

Florina: Y-Yes... I am.

Serra: Then you just need to have more confidence! No matter who you’re with, just think of yourself as being better than them! That’ll do it!!

Florina: I can’t think of them...as equals?

Serra: No, no, not at all! Think of them as lowly little bugs if you can.

Florina: As...as bugs?

Serra: look, your shyness is pretty deeply ingrained, right? Then you’ll have to take drastic measures!! Stand up straight! Push out that chest! Raise that chin! Look me in the eye! No! I’m a bug, remember! Look at me with disgust!

Florina: Err, umm... Stand up...straight. Puff out... Like this?

Serra: No! No! No! More defiant! And your legs! Take a wider stance! Yeah! That’s better!

Florina: ...Um... I feel weird...

Serra: The eyes! Don’t forget! Raise your chin! More disdain!

Florina: ...My...neck... ...hurts...

A support

Serra: How goes it, Florina? Have you been practicing what I showed you?

Florina: Umm, I’m sorry... Maybe I just... can’t do it...

Serra: Hmm... Maybe not... I guess not everyone can be like me... You know, this is a secret, but I’ll go ahead and tell you... I am actually a noblewoman of Etruria.

Florina: R-Really?

Serra: Yeah, I haven’t told anyone, but I think they suspect as much. I mean, breeding confers... a certain grace and elegance. Don’t I just exude a certain air of total superiority?

Florina: Well, umm... I guess... You kind of are like a... a princess.

Serra: Oh, So you think so, too? I knew you would, Florina!

Florina: Yes, I... I’ve always thought you were... different from other people...

Serra: Yeah! Yeah!

Florina: You’re always bouncing around... Popping up and just... Just saying whatever you want...

Serra: Wait, wait, wait! Now, which one of those makes me seem like a princess?

Florina: I really did want to be more like you... So I mustered my courage and approached you... I’m glad I did. We should stay friends...

Serra: Aww...Florina!