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===C | ===C Support=== | ||
'''Ophelia''': HYAAAAAAAAAAAH! Attack, my supreme secret weapon. Missiletainn...of PURGATORY!! WHOOOOOOOSH! BAAAAANG! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Phew! How ghastly. You're simply getting what you deserved. An attack on thine own vile spirit! Take comfort. You'll have ample time to bemoan your inflated ambition in a frosty tomb. For I am Crimson Ophelia... And I will end this valiant fight!<br> | |||
'''Odin''': O-Ophelia? <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': F-Father?! Whatever are you doing here?! <br> | |||
'''Odin''': What are YOU doing here, young lady? Explain yourself at once! <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': E-explain...? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': You heard me! <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Um, well I was just...practicing. You see, there's an evil lord who controls the world, so I battled him into a corner. And at the last fateful moment, I used his dark power against him to triumph! <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Oh. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Wh-why are you making that strange face? Am I being childish? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': No, Ophelia, it's not that. It's just... <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Just...what? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Never you mind. <br> | |||
''(Odin leaves)''<br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Father! So the silent treatment is supposed to make me understand what I did wrong? What a passive way to criticize me. The chosen ones are always so harsh... | |||
===B | ===B Support=== | ||
'''Ophelia''': Hello, Father. Listen. I wanted to talk about yesterday... <br> | |||
'''Odin''': HYAAAAAAAAAAAH! Attack my ultimate supreme weapon... Missiletainn...of PURGATORY!! WHOOOOOOOSH! BAAAAANG! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Heh. That's off-putting. You're simply getting what you deserved. An attack by thine own vile spirit! You'll have ample time to bemoan your inflated ambition in a frosty tomb. For I am Odin Dark...and I will end this valiant fight!<br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': *sigh* Umm, F-Father... <br> | |||
'''Odin''': What?! O-O-Ophelia?! Wh-what in the world are you doing here?! <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': I'd like to ask you the same question. Because that's my... <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Well, the truth is that I, um... I thought I'd improve upon that signature battle cry of yours. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': What do you mean by improve? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Well, to tell the truth, I wasn't trying to improve it, exactly. Your phrase is so devilishly cool. I simply couldn't resist giving it a go myself. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Huh? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': I'm sorry. There is no excuse. I'm frightfully embarrassed. In fact, I think I'd like to go crawl in a hole and hide for a spell. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Oh, Father. It's fine! You really don't need to be embarrassed. Which part did you like best? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Honestly, your sound effects. So original! They truly add panache to the magic. And that riveting scene in which you hoist the evil lord by his own petard. But you really saved the best for last. "And I will end this valiant fight!" What a rip-roaring finale!! You have a true flair for the dramatic. It moved me, I must admit. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Stop, I'm blushing! To be so complimented by you, Father... YOU'RE the one who's remarkable! <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Huh? R-really? <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Oh, Father, ever since I was a child, I've imitated your every move. All I've ever wanted in life was to be a chosen one, like you. But in time, I realized that copying you would never make my dream come true. So I've been revising those imitations to better suit my own budding style. You've always been my role model, Father. You're the amazing one. <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Ahahaha. I never though you would sing my praises, Ophelia. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': I have an idea. We're both here... Why not try and improve the scene together? Maybe we could drive the evil lord into a corner and win the day, together! <br> | |||
'''Odin''': What a wonderful idea! Give me a bit of time to mull it over. There are too many things I wish to say. First we have to script the chosen father and daughter's lines of course. Then— <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Wait, what? Chosen father AND daughter? A-are you telling me that I'm a chosen warrior, like you? What should I do? I'm so ecstatic that I want to cry! No, no, get ahold of yourself. I mustn't misinterpret his words. I'm nowhere near Father's level. <br> | |||
'''Odin''': All right, Ophelia! I'm ready! <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': O-OK, great! Let's get started! | |||
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'''Ophelia''': Father. <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Ophelia! The script we came up with is spectacular. Honestly, I'm getting all goosefleshy. This sacred speech is worthy of a chosen father and daughter. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': About that. I wanted to ask you something. Are you and I truly chosen ones? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': In our scene we truly are! <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': I'm not talking about this make-believe stuff! I mean in real life. Listen, there's something important I need to ask you. It's about this mark on my arm. <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Is that...the Brand?! Ophelia, when did you...?! <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': It just suddenly appeared when I joined the army. So it's called a Brand? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Oh! Uh, n-no! No, no, no, that's just a generic term! You know, like "branded." But it IS proof of the blood shared between a child and her parent. In fact, it's called the Royal Bloodmark of the Exalt! <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Father! I'm being serious. Now's not the time for your made-up names! <br> | |||
'''Odin''': You're right. I apologize. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': So...you said this mark is proof of the blood shared by a child and her parent? Does that mean you have this mark too? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Yes, I do. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': REALLY?! Can I see it? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Er. I misspoke. I don't have it any longer. Or, more precisely, it was made invisible. I had to hide it when I came to this land. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': This land? You mean, like, this country? That makes no sense. Why does it need to be hidden? Please, tell me the truth! Does it confer some unique ability on us? Is this the mark of the chosen ones?! <br> | |||
'''Odin''': No, unfortunately. It doesn't give you any special powers. It's simply irrefutable evidence of your lineage. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Lineage? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Yes. And frankly, that lineage means very little in this world. I'm sorry if I got your hopes up, but it's the truth. Though I admit that I've wished it granted me special abilities on countless occasions. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': So what you're saying is that I'm not a chosen one at all... This is just a normal old birthmark. <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Ophelia, listen. You may not have special powers, but you are unique. Heroic blood flows through your veins. It is the blood of the Exalt, who raised his sword against the world-eating fell dragon. It is the blood of a woman whose courage led her to cross the bounds of time itself. And it is the blood that flowed out of two heroes who died to protect me. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Exalt? Fell dragon? Father, I don't understand. Why do you look like you're going to cry? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': I'm sorry...it doesn't matter whether you understand or not right now. But eventually, a day will dawn when you can be proud to bear that mark. I knew a princess once who desired that mark, you know. But it never appeared. I believe she would be very happy to know that it has appeared on you, though. Someday I will tell you the whole story, Ophelia. But not today. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Do you promise? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Yes, I promise. <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': OK! And you have to show me your mark too, Father! I'll be looking forward to that day. <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Thank you, Ophelia. Listen. We don't have special powers. But we still must support those around us who do have those abilities. Coming up with thrilling scenes and exciting phrases is no waste of time, right? A strong supporting ensemble ensures that the star shines brightest of all! <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Right on! We have to keep writing awesome speeches, no matter what! Then we'll have an amazing line to say when we vanquish the evil lord together! <br> | |||
'''Odin''': What a wonderful idea! Hmm... And after our lines are said, I'll be forced to ask... whether you'll join me or stay here. I know it's an unfair choice. But for now... <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Father? What's bothering you? <br> | |||
'''Odin''': Nothing, I was simply enjoying a brief flight of fancy. All right, Ophelia! Back to writing! We need to make our lines even better! <br> | |||
'''Ophelia''': Yes! | |||
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Revision as of 05:12, 23 August 2017
This page contains all data pertaining to Ophelia's supports in Fire Emblem Fates.
Corrin (M)
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C Support
Corrin: Have a moment, Ophelia?
Ophelia: No. I'm in the middle of soaking up the duskiness of my immediate atmosphere.
Corrin: Er, what?
Ophelia: I'm meditating.
Corrin: Oh, I see.
Ophelia: Can our spirits commune later?
Corrin: Sure. I didn't mean to bother you. I only found a gemstone that you dropped. I'll leave it over here.
Ophelia: A gemstone? Th-that's one of my most precious pieces of quartz!
Corrin: It is? Glad I found it then.
Ophelia: This gemstone can only be wielded by the purest of maidens to read the stars. How could I have dropped something so important to my methods?! Thank you, Corrin.
Corrin: (I had no idea a speck of quartz could be such a big deal.)
Ophelia: Hmm? Say something?
Corrin: Uh, no. Nothing at all.
Ophelia: Ha! Few alive could know the true value of this gemstone. In fact, only chosen ones know, like my father and I.
Corrin: Chosen ones?
Ophelia: Exactly. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll get back to soaking up duskiness from the atmosphere.
B Support
Corrin: Hello, Ophelia.
Ophelia: ......
Corrin: Sorry. You're meditating again. I'll come back later.
Ophelia: No need. I always have time for you. You might not be a chosen one, but you did reunite me with my mystic quartz!
Corrin: Oh, that's right. I almost forgot.
Ophelia: And so, my quartz-savior, what can Ophelia Dusk do for you today?
Corrin: I found this gemstone in the dirt. It looks a little like quartz. I thought it might be yours too.
Ophelia: No, that's not one of mine. But, whoa! It's pretty stuff. Way pretty!
Corrin: Uh, hello? Ophelia? Are you there?
Ophelia: Why, yes! I am! Why do you ask?
Corrin: You usually say things more fancifully than "whoa" and "way pretty."
Ophelia: Ah, you noticed. Just a lapse of my powerful vocabulary... That happens sometimes when I'm so overcome by beauty. Now, may I keep this?
Corrin: Of course.
Ophelia: I must give it an evocative name. Any ideas, Corrin?
Corrin: Um, not on the spot, I don't.
Ophelia: I know that naming such an exceedingly dazzling gemstone must be hard. Give it a try though. What's the first thing that comes to mind?
Corrin: Er, the Pretty Gem?
Ophelia: Awful. Zero points. Rejected.
Corrin: Huh?!
Ophelia: Don't huh me. I should be huh-ing you!
Corrin: You...sound different again. Almost like you're two people, Ophelia.
Ophelia: If you won't try to give me a good name, then I won't give you the real Ophelia.
Corrin: Pretty Gem was that bad? How about you give me a good example?
Ophelia: All right, how about the Wakeful Lode? Or...or...or... The Evil Eye of the Marquis? Anything more sensible than the Pretty Gem. I'm sorry to be so judgmental. It must be hard, not being a chosen one.
Corrin: Er, yes?
Ophelia: All right. You just need more time. Ponder this quartz... Next time we meet, unleash a name that will light the world on fire!
Corrin: I'll...I'll try my best.
A Support
Ophelia: Salutations, Corrin! Have you come up with a proper name for that wondrous quartz you found?
Corrin: I think so.
Ophelia: Then let's hear this name! Sent from the heavens to your lips! Now to my ears!
Corrin: Reckless Reckreck?
Ophelia: What?!
Corrin: It just popped into my head. I knew it was no good...
Ophelia: Are you kidding? Reckless Reckreck is astounding! Well done, Corrin!
Corrin: Huh?
Ophelia: Last time, your name failed because you forced yourself to make it sound good. This time you went with your gut. Reckless Reckreck—brilliant!
Corrin: Oh, well...neat!
Ophelia: It is infinitely more than neat. For now I bow to your naming prowess. More than that, I now know that you are a chosen one.
Corrin: I'm a chosen one?
Ophelia: Without a doubt. We may be separated by blood, but by this...? We are family. Do you think that's too much, too soon? Then if not family, let us call ourselves best friends forever.
Corrin: That sounds fine by me. To be honest, even when we were arguing the other day, I thought it was fun.
Ophelia: Really?! Awesome! Hmm. How about I fill you in on one of my greatest secrets?
Corrin: Are you sure?
Ophelia: Yep! Ta-dah! It's this mark on my skin. It appeared right after I joined you all. It's the mark of the chosen ones. At least I think so?
Corrin: You're not sure?
Ophelia: It has an odd shape. Maybe you have one of these marks too! If you don't...I'll draw one on you.
Corrin: That would be nice. I think it's a powerful- looking shape.
Ophelia: You do? Then that's another sign that you and I were meant to be friends!
Corrin: Best friends forever.
S Support
Corrin: Is there something wrong, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Everything. I fear that I'm not really one of the chosen ones.
Corrin: That can't be!
Ophelia: If I was, I should be able to do the most amazing things. But lately, I feel as if I'm nothing but hot air—not chosen at all.
Corrin: But isn't your father one of the chosen ones? It's in your blood!
Ophelia: I thought so, but all I really have as proof is this odd mark on my skin. It might just be an ink stain that hasn't gone away yet.
Corrin: That is most certainly not a stain. It's a mark. You are a chosen one!
Ophelia: How can you say that?
Corrin: No one lives as vividly as you. The way you name everything too! Besides, I choose you, which makes you chosen yet again.
Ophelia: What do you mean, you choose me?
Corrin: That gemstone I gave you... Do you have Reckless Reckreck?
Ophelia: It's right here.
Corrin: I researched this gemstone. Turns out it's legendary. The giver of Reckless Reckreck and the recipient are bound by fate.
Ophelia: By fate?!
Corrin: Suddenly, it all made sense—the way I always want to be near you. The legend is referring to us.
Ophelia: Oh, Corrin, I had no idea...
Corrin: Can I borrow Reckless Reckreck for a while? I want to have it set into a ring.
Ophelia: A ring of power?! Clearly we are chosen ones to each other. I was thinking of doing the same thing. Why, when your aura touches mine, I can barely restrain my exaltation!
Corrin: I feel the same way. You just put things so much better than I do, Ophelia. But I'll give it a try. Will you walk with me down the dark hall of existence, our auras lighting the way?
Ophelia: Yes. If I see your face twist with suffering, I will envelop you in my peace. Just as you did to me this day. Ha! And can I mention...? You spoke powerfully there, Corrin.
Corrin: I tried my best, but I'll always be glad to take your lead, chosen one.
(Confession Scene)
Ophelia: Fate has chosen us. The moon and the stars bless our union. The constellations celebrate our love. You and I, forever into eternity.
Corrin (F)
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C Support
Ophelia: Can I have a moment of your invaluable time, Corrin?
Corrin: You look awfully serious, Ophelia. What's wrong?
Ophelia: It's your aura. Something has gotten into it...like...like... Like manure into a pristine pool! We have to clean it at once.
Corrin: My WHAT has manure in it?!
Ophelia: Your aura—the energy that radiates from people. Yours is usually so beautiful, but it's gotten dank and dirty. Stinky even.
Corrin: My energy...smells?
Ophelia: More importantly, a bad aura can muck up your entire life!
Corrin: It can? Is there something we can do about it?
Ophelia: Never fear. That's why I'm here. If you hold a holy stone, face west at dusk, then beg for celestial intervention... a messenger from the heavens will descend to bless you. Then your aura will be all spiffy again. We must act in haste!
Corrin: Thank you, Ophelia. I...I never know what to expect from you. You're an odd duck, but I'm glad you're here with us.
Ophelia: As one who loves both ducks and oddities, I will take that as high praise.
Corrin: Oh, good.
Ophelia: But I cannot rest on my laurels. I must achieve the impossible and more. I am a chosen one, after all, and I must live up to my fated role! Please, offer me no more compliments. It's a life of thorns for me. I must do what cannot be done and bear my backbreaking responsibilities. Then I will be truly worthy of being a chosen one.
Corrin: Well, if I can help in any way...
B Support
Corrin: I've been meaning to ask you, Ophelia... What is a chosen one actually responsible for?
Ophelia: Oh! A question that I could answer for all of infinity and never be done speaking! But let's take my father for a start. As a chosen one, he names things.
Corrin: Odin...names things?
Ophelia: Haven't you heard him do it? He makes reality more real with his words. His naming prowess is beyond poetry!
Corrin: Odin is something else, all right.
Ophelia: ......
Corrin: You got silent all of a sudden.
Ophelia: I pale in comparison to him. He's all sparkle and thunder! Even his "bam" is bamtastic! But I'm all fizzle and flop. Understand?
Corrin: Yes? And no?
Ophelia: My father IS a chosen one, while I'm just a pretender. A poor imitation!
Corrin: I doubt that, Ophelia. Is there anything I can do to help?
Ophelia: You? Help me to be more chosen-ish?
Corrin: You're my friend. I'll do anything to help you reach your true potential.
Ophelia: What an ambitious glint in your eye! You'd help me...name names? Hope lives! Why don't we start with some naming exercises. You toss out a name, and I'll give it its TRUE name.
Corrin: All right. How about the sky?
Ophelia: Divinius Domus?
Corrin: Clouds.
Ophelia: Hmm...Fluffy Vagabonds? Ack. That's horrible! I can't do this! My power of naming is mired in the ordinary. I must break free!
Corrin: Why so upset? This really doesn't sound like you, Ophelia.
Ophelia: I will break free! Give me more names! I must climb out of my sad abyss... my...my Delirium Chasmatis!
Corrin: Then more names coming your way. We'll keep at it until you beat this, Ophelia...
A Support
Ophelia: Thank you for all your help with my naming problem, Corrin. I'm just sorry that you had to witness my failure. I'm a terrible chosen one. Fortunately, the world has my father to watch over it. I'm giving up.
Corrin: What? But your names were amazing. So out there, I couldn't believe my ears!
Ophelia: You're just saying that to be nice.
Corrin: No, really! I mean, calling wyvern's dung...Arthur's Slophat? I don't even know what that means!
Ophelia: Haven't you noticed? Dragons always drop doo-doo on Arthur's head.
Corrin: Ew. Can I speak honestly with you, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Yeah, for sure! I mean...verily! Speak as if each word is a shooting star of truth!
Corrin: Um, well, about that right there. You really don't need to speak in such a flowery way.
Ophelia: Flowery?
Corrin: I feel like sometimes you dress up your words to sound just like your father. But Odin is Odin. And you're you. You have your own path to becoming a chosen one. Don't imitate his.
Ophelia: Wow. I never thought about it like that. Walk my own path, huh? Good advice.
Corrin: Maybe Odin thinks I'm dull, but I just like things a little simpler. Whatever you choose to do, Ophelia, I'll like you no matter what. I do think that if you simply focus on being you, you'll be a chosen one sooner.
Ophelia: You're a good friend, Corrin.
Corrin: I try.
Ophelia: Will you always be so honest with me? I welcome the advice.
Corrin: I...I doubt I have any more advice beyond that. But I'll always be your friend.
Ophelia: Yay! Thanks, Corrin! Oh, look! Your aura was so mucky before. But now it's cleared right up!
Corrin: Oh. I forgot all about my mucky aura. Is that really...a real thing?
Ophelia: Is it? Yes! I love anything spiritual and celestial. I really do. Wait! Your aura is changing before my very eyes. It...it looks just like my father's. You must be a chosen one too! So, how about it, Corrin? I'm tired of being all fizzle and flop. How about we both go for sparkle and thunder?
Corrin: No, no—that's all right. I like how I am just fine.
Ophelia: What?! Now that I see the true you, I give you my eternal pledge! I now grab your hand, and we will ascend into chosenality in togetheritude! Come on... Don't hold back, Corrin...
Corrin (F) (as parent and child)
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C Support
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
Corrin: WHAT?! Tell me what happened, Ophelia.
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Corrin: Ahh! You're just hungry?
Ophelia: Yes! You know me so well.
Corrin: Well of course I do. I am a chosen one, after all.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow I always suspected. I must admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could fight side by side.
Corrin: Heehee. That would be wonderful.
Ophelia: I suppose first we should quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Corrin: Indeed. I'll prepare something tasty for you right away.
Ophelia: Let me help! What do you want me to do?
Corrin: Could you get the bowls for me?
Ophelia: Of course! I predict that this will be the most delicio— AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals...
Corrin: Ophelia, if you break something, be up front about it and apologize.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: ...
Corrin: Ophelia, is something on your mind?
Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Corrin: Talk to me. Who knows? I might be able to help.
Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one?
Corrin: What? Why would you think otherwise?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Corrin: So that's what's been on your mind? It's OK. You can become a chosen one too.
Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so powerful already.
Corrin: Even I wasn't this strong in the beginning.
Ophelia: Huh?
Corrin: Strength came after I was a chosen one.
Ophelia: Really?
Corrin: It's true. Tell me, do you know who chose me, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Hmm, fate? Or the gods perhaps?
Corrin: No. Nothing like that. I was chosen by you.
Ophelia: By me? What do you mean?
Corrin: Having you gave me incredible strength. Because I wanted to protect you, no matter what.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Corrin: That's why I said it's OK. Eventually, you'll become a chosen one. You're my daughter.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Hi, Mother!
Corrin: Morning, Ophelia. You're in an awfully good mood today.
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am. You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Corrin: Oh really? Well, I'm glad to hear that I helped.
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... whatever wisdom you can spare.
Corrin: Oh my. May I ask, why the sudden interest?
Ophelia: Well, it's pretty simple. Someday, I may be chosen, like you, right? If that happens, I need to make sure that I'm ready.
Corrin: Heehee, that's a good point.
Ophelia: More importantly, generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Corrin: Hmm. Well if you feel that strongly about it, I'd be happy to teach you what I know.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we begin with some chores?
Corrin: Of course. Shall we start by washing the dishes?
Ophelia: All right. How about these plates here? AHH!
Ophelia: Aw, Mother, I broke the plates. Again. I'm sorry.
Corrin: Oh my, Ophelia, you were quite up front with the apology this time.
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide from their mistakes, right?
Corrin: Heehee, that's true! How splendid, Ophelia.
Felicia
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C Support
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
Felicia: Wh-what happened, Ophelia?! Is something wrong?!
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands an offering.
Felicia: Oh, you scared me. I get it now. You're just hungry, right?
Ophelia: Yes! You know me so well.
Felicia: Obviously I do. It's because I'm a chosen one.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow, I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.
Felicia: Heehee. I look forward to that day.
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Felicia: Oh dear, of course! I'll make you some lunch right away!
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Felicia: Would you mind preparing the bowls?
Ophelia: No problem! I predict that this will be the most delicio— AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals...
Felicia: If you break something, it's best to be honest about it and apologize right away...
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Felicia: Ophelia, is something bothering you?
Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Felicia: Won't you tell me what happened? Maybe I can help you.
Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one?
Felicia: Why couldn't you?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Felicia: That's all? Honey, it's OK. You'll become a chosen one, too.
Ophelia: You don't know how I feel... You're so powerful already.
Felicia: I wasn't always this way. You know that, right?
Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
Felicia: It's true. I became strong after becoming a chosen one.
Ophelia: Really?
Felicia: Tell me, do you know who really chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?
Felicia: No, nothing like that. I was chosen by you.
Ophelia: By me? How is that possible?
Felicia: Thanks to you being born, I became stronger than I ever thought possible. I knew I had to be tough to protect you, no matter what happened.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Felicia: I know you'll be OK. You just have to believe in yourself.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Hi, Mother!
Felicia: Oh, hello, Ophelia. You're in a good mood today!
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Felicia: Did I? Well I'm glad to hear it.
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
Felicia: Why do you ask all of a sudden?
Ophelia: I've been thinking. Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Felicia: Heehee. I bet you will.
Ophelia: Please, I just want to be an incredible chosen one, like you! Teach me everything. I'll soak up your knowledge like a sponge.
Felicia: OK, Ophelia! I'll instruct you. But I should probably start from the beginning.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we begin with some chores?
Felicia: Yes. Why don't I show you how to wash the dishes first?
Ophelia: All right. Should I start with this pile here? AHHH!
Ophelia: Mother, I broke the plates. Again. I'm sorry.
Felicia: Oh? Well at least you were honest and apologized right away this time!
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide from their mistakes, right?
Felicia: Heehee. That's true, Ophelia.
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Ophelia: Mother, there you are! The situation is most dire...
Azura: What's wrong, dear?
Ophelia: Deep within me, the greedy beast rumbles. It demands an offering!
Azura: Hmmm, you're hungry? Is that it?
Ophelia: Exactly! You understand me so well.
Azura: Of course, Ophelia. I am a chosen one, after all.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! I always suspected it was true, but... I'm actually a little jealous, Mother. I want to be a chosen one, too. When the stars align and I become one, we can fight side by side!
Azura: Heehee. I look forward to that.
Ophelia: But first, we must overcome this beast within me that cries for nourishment!
Azura: OK, OK. Let's make ourselves something to eat, then.
Ophelia: I can help! What do you want me to do?
Azura: Could you go grab those bowls over there?
Ophelia: Right away! I can already predict that the meal we make with these bowls— AHHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Terrible news! The way these bowls have shattered foretells dire events!
Azura: You know, Ophelia, you should apologize after you break something...
Ophelia: Oh, all right. I'm sorry...
B Support
Ophelia: Hrm.
Azura: Is something bothering you, dear?
Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Azura: Would you like to talk things out with me? I'm more than happy to listen.
Ophelia: I suppose it couldn't hurt... When I try to look into the future, I can't tell if I'll become a chosen one... Do you really think it will happen?
Azura: What makes you doubt it?
Ophelia: Well, I'm not as strong as you or Father...
Azura: Is that what worries you? Don't worry, my dear. It isn't strength alone that makes you a chosen one.
Ophelia: I guess you're right... But you're so strong, it must have been easy for you to become one, right?
Azura: I wasn't always this strong, Ophelia. It wasn't until I became a chosen one that I grew to be this strong, actually.
Ophelia: Really? I had no idea...
Azura: Do you know who I was chosen by?
Ophelia: Was it fate? Some sort of supreme being? The leader of a mighty kingdom?
Azura: Nothing like that. It was you who made me a chosen one.
Ophelia: What?! How did I do that?
Azura: When you were born into this world, I knew I had to become stronger. I needed to be strong enough to protect you from anything that happened. So don't worry. I'm certain that one day you'll find your reason to be a chosen one.
Ophelia: You're right. Thank you for helping, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Hi, Mother!
Azura: Hello there, dear. You're looking bright and cheerful today.
Ophelia: I'm feeling bright and cheerful today! And it's all thanks to you! Your kind words cut through the darkness in me, slaying the doubt that lurked there.
Azura: I'm glad to hear it.
Ophelia: Now I am on a quest to fill the space left behind, so I'd like you to teach me! I need to learn anything and everything— battlefield tactics, proper cooking. Whatever knowledge you can spare will help!
Azura: Why the sudden motivation?
Ophelia: Someday I want to be able to impart my knowledge to the next generation. I want to be able to banish the doubt and uncertainty from others, like you! But I won't be able to if I don't grow stronger in the meantime. I need the strength to back up my words! That's the best way to be taken seriously.
Azura: That's very true.
Ophelia: I must become an amazing chosen one, just like you! Teach me everything you know! Knowledge is water, and I am lost in a desert!
Azura: All right. I'll teach you everything then.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother. What should we start with? Chores?
Azura: Since we're right here, why don't we start with how to clean the dishes?
Ophelia: You mean these dishes? They're just begging to be— OH NO!
Ophelia: Awww. I'm sorry, Mother. I broke another dish...
Azura: It's OK, dear. And look! You apologized right away this time.
Ophelia: Of course I did! A chosen one must never try and hide their mistakes, right?
Azura: Heehee. You're becoming stronger already, dear.
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Ophelia: Mother, my situation is dire.
Mozu: Gosh, what's wrong, dear?!
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands an offering.
Mozu: Ahhh. So in other words, you're hungry?
Ophelia: That's right! You know me so well.
Mozu: Course I do. After all, I'm a chosen one.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow, I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. If only I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.
Mozu: Heh... Now that sounds like fun!
Ophelia: We'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly first.
Mozu: Hold your horses. I'll make you some rice balls, OK?
Ophelia: Let me help! What would you like me to do?
Mozu: Can you grab those bowls off the shelf?
Ophelia: Of course! I've got it covered. AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! According to my smashed-bowl fortune-telling—
Mozu: Hey! You need to apologize right away when you break something.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Mozu: Ophelia, is something on your mind? You seem upset.
Ophelia: Ahh, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Mozu: Why not chat about it with me? Who knows? Maybe I can help you out.
Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
Mozu: Huh? Why do you ask?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Mozu: Is that all? Stop fretting. You can certainly become a chosen one.
Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so very powerful already.
Mozu: I wasn't always like this. You know that, right?
Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
Mozu: I became stronger after becoming a chosen one.
Ophelia: Really? How could that be possible?
Mozu: It's the honest truth, child. Tell me, do you know who chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm... Fate? Or the gods maybe?
Mozu: Good guess. No, the truth of the matter is I was chosen by you, Ophelia.
Ophelia: By me? I don't understand.
Mozu: I became stronger when you were born into this world. I knew I had to protect you, no matter what happened.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Mozu: The point is, you don't need to worry. Someday, you'll become a chosen one too.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Good morning, Mother!
Mozu: Hello, Ophelia. You sound happy as a clam today.
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am. You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Mozu: I'm happy to have helped! That's wonderful to hear.
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... whatever wisdom you can spare.
Mozu: Huh? Why the sudden interest now?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I have to become much stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Mozu: Heehee, I see.
Ophelia: Please, I just want to be an incredible chosen one, like you! Teach me everything! I'll soak up your knowledge like a sponge.
Mozu: Very well. I reckon I can teach you a thing or two.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
Mozu: Sounds good. How about we get going with the dishes?
Ophelia: All right. This pile here? AHH!
Ophelia: Aw, I broke the plate. I'm sorry, Mother.
Mozu: Well, look at you, growing on up. You apologized right away this time!
Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
Mozu: Darn straight, dear. Looks like you're already learning!
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Ophelia: Mother! My situation is terribly dire...
Elise: Oh no! What's wrong, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Within my depths, a greedy beast stirs. It demands a hearty offering.
Elise: Heehee. Are you hungry?
Ophelia: Precisely! You know me so well.
Elise: Why of course I do! Your mother is a chosen one after all.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow...I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side!
Elise: Heehee. Wouldn't that be something!
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly...
Elise: Right! How about I prepare you a nice, tasty lunch?
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Elise: Could you grab us a few plates please?
Ophelia: Of course! In my mind's eye I can see that this meal will be... AHHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh dear! My shattered-plate fortune-telling reveals...
Elise: Now, Ophelia. The polite thing to do is apologize after you break something.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry...
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Elise: What's bothering you?
Ophelia: Wow, chosen ones really do observe everything. Of course you can tell...
Elise: Why not just say what's on your mind? You know I'm always happy to listen!
Ophelia: Well, I've tried to glimpse forward. Into the future... Oh, Mother! Do you think I will be a chosen one?
Elise: Why would you ever doubt yourself?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Elise: Ophelia, sweetie. Don't you worry. There is more to being a chosen one than strength alone!
Ophelia: You make everything appear so effortless.
Elise: I wasn't always so strong, Ophelia.
Ophelia: What do you mean?
Elise: My strength grew from becoming a chosen one.
Ophelia: Really?
Elise: Tell me, sweetie, do you know who chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods, perhaps?
Elise: Heehee! Good guess! No, I was chosen by you, sweetie.
Ophelia: By me? What do you mean?
Elise: Your birth gave me more strength than I ever thought possible. I realized I had to watch over you, no matter what.
Ophelia: Wow...
Elise: So don't you fret! One day, you'll be a chosen one, just like me!
Ophelia: Aww. Thanks, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Good morning!
Elise: Ophelia, you're practically glowing! Why are you so cheerful today?
Ophelia: Because of you, Mother! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a tide pool of despair.
Elise: That is a little melodramatic, sweetie. Glad to know I helped though!
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
Elise: Why are you so motivated all of a sudden?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your wisdom. I want your help, Mother. I need to become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity to back up my words.
Elise: Heehee! That's my girl!
Ophelia: I beg you! Teach me everything so I can carry on your proud tradition.
Elise: Well...it won't be simple. And I won't be easy on you, sweetie.
Ophelia: Oh, Mother! Thank you! Where should we start? Chores?
Elise: That pile of dishes looks like as good a starting place as any.
Ophelia: These ones here? Don't worry, I'll have these clea— AHHH!
Ophelia: Umm, Mother? I broke the dishes. Again. I'm sorry.
Elise: It's just a plate, sweetie. And hey! You apologized right away this time too!
Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one would never hide from their mistakes, right?
Elise: Heehee! Looks like you're already learning, Ophelia!
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Ophelia: Mother! My situation is terribly dire!
Effie: What happened, Ophelia? Did someone hurt you?
Ophelia: There is a greedy beast stirring within me... It demands a hearty offering.
Effie: Oh, I understand. You're hungry! Why didn't you say so?
Ophelia: You know me so well, Mother.
Effie: Well of course I do! I am a chosen one after all.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow, I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm little bit jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side!
Effie: Heehee, I'm sure we'd make an excellent team.
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Effie: Good idea. I'm as hungry as a horse! How about I whip us up some lunch?
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Effie: Go and grab us some plates, honey.
Ophelia: No problem! I'll be right back. AHHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh dear! My shattered-plate fortune-telling reveals...
Effie: You should really apologize after you break something, Ophelia.
Ophelia: Oh, all right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Effie: Ophelia, what's on your mind, honey?
Ophelia: Chosen ones really do see everything, don't they?
Effie: Would you like to talk? Maybe I could give you some advice.
Ophelia: I was wondering something. Can I really become a chosen one?
Effie: Honey, why would you doubt yourself?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Effie: Ophelia, come now. Stop fretting. I know you can become a chosen one too.
Ophelia: You make everything seem so simple.
Effie: You know I wasn't always this way, right?
Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
Effie: Becoming a chosen one gave me strength.
Ophelia: Wow! Really?
Effie: Tell me something. Do you know who chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm, fate? Or the Gods perhaps?
Effie: Good guess. No, you chose me, Ophelia.
Ophelia: What do you mean?
Effie: Your birth made me stronger than I ever thought possible. I knew that I had to protect you, no matter what. You're my heart.
Ophelia: Oh, Mother.
Effie: So quit worrying, honey. One day you will become a chosen one.
Ophelia: Aww, thank you.
A Support
Ophelia: Good morning, Mother!
Effie: Ophelia! Why are you so cheery today?
Ophelia: Because of you! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a tide pool of despair.
Effie: Well I'm happy to hear that you aren't feeling blue anymore!
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to show me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
Effie: What's gotten you so motivated all of a sudden?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your wisdom. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity to back up my words.
Effie: You make a good point.
Ophelia: Please! I'll soak up your knowledge like a sponge.
Effie: OK, honey! I'll impart as much knowledge as I can. My tastiest recipes... How to hurl a boulder with one hand... Everything important!
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Why don't we begin with some chores?
Effie: That pile of dirty dishes looks like as good a starting place as any.
Ophelia: This pile here? Don't worry, Mother, I'll have these clea— AHHH!
Ophelia: Umm, Mother? I broke the dishes. Again. I'm sorry.
Effie: Well, at least you learned to apologize honestly.
Ophelia: A chosen one would never try to hide from their mistakes, right?
Effie: Ha! You're a very good girl, Ophelia.
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Ophelia: HYAAAAAAAAAAAH! Attack, my supreme secret weapon. Missiletainn...of PURGATORY!! WHOOOOOOOSH! BAAAAANG! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Phew! How ghastly. You're simply getting what you deserved. An attack on thine own vile spirit! Take comfort. You'll have ample time to bemoan your inflated ambition in a frosty tomb. For I am Crimson Ophelia... And I will end this valiant fight!
Odin: O-Ophelia?
Ophelia: F-Father?! Whatever are you doing here?!
Odin: What are YOU doing here, young lady? Explain yourself at once!
Ophelia: E-explain...?
Odin: You heard me!
Ophelia: Um, well I was just...practicing. You see, there's an evil lord who controls the world, so I battled him into a corner. And at the last fateful moment, I used his dark power against him to triumph!
Odin: Oh.
Ophelia: Wh-why are you making that strange face? Am I being childish?
Odin: No, Ophelia, it's not that. It's just...
Ophelia: Just...what?
Odin: Never you mind.
(Odin leaves)
Ophelia: Father! So the silent treatment is supposed to make me understand what I did wrong? What a passive way to criticize me. The chosen ones are always so harsh...
B Support
Ophelia: Hello, Father. Listen. I wanted to talk about yesterday...
Odin: HYAAAAAAAAAAAH! Attack my ultimate supreme weapon... Missiletainn...of PURGATORY!! WHOOOOOOOSH! BAAAAANG! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Heh. That's off-putting. You're simply getting what you deserved. An attack by thine own vile spirit! You'll have ample time to bemoan your inflated ambition in a frosty tomb. For I am Odin Dark...and I will end this valiant fight!
Ophelia: *sigh* Umm, F-Father...
Odin: What?! O-O-Ophelia?! Wh-what in the world are you doing here?!
Ophelia: I'd like to ask you the same question. Because that's my...
Odin: Well, the truth is that I, um... I thought I'd improve upon that signature battle cry of yours.
Ophelia: What do you mean by improve?
Odin: Well, to tell the truth, I wasn't trying to improve it, exactly. Your phrase is so devilishly cool. I simply couldn't resist giving it a go myself.
Ophelia: Huh?
Odin: I'm sorry. There is no excuse. I'm frightfully embarrassed. In fact, I think I'd like to go crawl in a hole and hide for a spell.
Ophelia: Oh, Father. It's fine! You really don't need to be embarrassed. Which part did you like best?
Odin: Honestly, your sound effects. So original! They truly add panache to the magic. And that riveting scene in which you hoist the evil lord by his own petard. But you really saved the best for last. "And I will end this valiant fight!" What a rip-roaring finale!! You have a true flair for the dramatic. It moved me, I must admit.
Ophelia: Stop, I'm blushing! To be so complimented by you, Father... YOU'RE the one who's remarkable!
Odin: Huh? R-really?
Ophelia: Oh, Father, ever since I was a child, I've imitated your every move. All I've ever wanted in life was to be a chosen one, like you. But in time, I realized that copying you would never make my dream come true. So I've been revising those imitations to better suit my own budding style. You've always been my role model, Father. You're the amazing one.
Odin: Ahahaha. I never though you would sing my praises, Ophelia.
Ophelia: I have an idea. We're both here... Why not try and improve the scene together? Maybe we could drive the evil lord into a corner and win the day, together!
Odin: What a wonderful idea! Give me a bit of time to mull it over. There are too many things I wish to say. First we have to script the chosen father and daughter's lines of course. Then—
Ophelia: Wait, what? Chosen father AND daughter? A-are you telling me that I'm a chosen warrior, like you? What should I do? I'm so ecstatic that I want to cry! No, no, get ahold of yourself. I mustn't misinterpret his words. I'm nowhere near Father's level.
Odin: All right, Ophelia! I'm ready!
Ophelia: O-OK, great! Let's get started!
A Support
Ophelia: Father.
Odin: Ophelia! The script we came up with is spectacular. Honestly, I'm getting all goosefleshy. This sacred speech is worthy of a chosen father and daughter.
Ophelia: About that. I wanted to ask you something. Are you and I truly chosen ones?
Odin: In our scene we truly are!
Ophelia: I'm not talking about this make-believe stuff! I mean in real life. Listen, there's something important I need to ask you. It's about this mark on my arm.
Odin: Is that...the Brand?! Ophelia, when did you...?!
Ophelia: It just suddenly appeared when I joined the army. So it's called a Brand?
Odin: Oh! Uh, n-no! No, no, no, that's just a generic term! You know, like "branded." But it IS proof of the blood shared between a child and her parent. In fact, it's called the Royal Bloodmark of the Exalt!
Ophelia: Father! I'm being serious. Now's not the time for your made-up names!
Odin: You're right. I apologize.
Ophelia: So...you said this mark is proof of the blood shared by a child and her parent? Does that mean you have this mark too?
Odin: Yes, I do.
Ophelia: REALLY?! Can I see it?
Odin: Er. I misspoke. I don't have it any longer. Or, more precisely, it was made invisible. I had to hide it when I came to this land.
Ophelia: This land? You mean, like, this country? That makes no sense. Why does it need to be hidden? Please, tell me the truth! Does it confer some unique ability on us? Is this the mark of the chosen ones?!
Odin: No, unfortunately. It doesn't give you any special powers. It's simply irrefutable evidence of your lineage.
Ophelia: Lineage?
Odin: Yes. And frankly, that lineage means very little in this world. I'm sorry if I got your hopes up, but it's the truth. Though I admit that I've wished it granted me special abilities on countless occasions.
Ophelia: So what you're saying is that I'm not a chosen one at all... This is just a normal old birthmark.
Odin: Ophelia, listen. You may not have special powers, but you are unique. Heroic blood flows through your veins. It is the blood of the Exalt, who raised his sword against the world-eating fell dragon. It is the blood of a woman whose courage led her to cross the bounds of time itself. And it is the blood that flowed out of two heroes who died to protect me.
Ophelia: Exalt? Fell dragon? Father, I don't understand. Why do you look like you're going to cry?
Odin: I'm sorry...it doesn't matter whether you understand or not right now. But eventually, a day will dawn when you can be proud to bear that mark. I knew a princess once who desired that mark, you know. But it never appeared. I believe she would be very happy to know that it has appeared on you, though. Someday I will tell you the whole story, Ophelia. But not today.
Ophelia: Do you promise?
Odin: Yes, I promise.
Ophelia: OK! And you have to show me your mark too, Father! I'll be looking forward to that day.
Odin: Thank you, Ophelia. Listen. We don't have special powers. But we still must support those around us who do have those abilities. Coming up with thrilling scenes and exciting phrases is no waste of time, right? A strong supporting ensemble ensures that the star shines brightest of all!
Ophelia: Right on! We have to keep writing awesome speeches, no matter what! Then we'll have an amazing line to say when we vanquish the evil lord together!
Odin: What a wonderful idea! Hmm... And after our lines are said, I'll be forced to ask... whether you'll join me or stay here. I know it's an unfair choice. But for now...
Ophelia: Father? What's bothering you?
Odin: Nothing, I was simply enjoying a brief flight of fancy. All right, Ophelia! Back to writing! We need to make our lines even better!
Ophelia: Yes!
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Ophelia: Mother! My situation is terribly dire!
Orochi: What happened, Ophelia?
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Orochi: Oh! Is your tummy rumbling, dear?
Ophelia: You know me so well.
Orochi: Well of course I do! I am a chosen one after all.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side!
Orochi: Heehee! Wouldn't that be something?
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Orochi: Heehee! How about I make you something special?
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Orochi: Can you reach the bowls for me, dear?
Ophelia: No problem! I'll be right back. AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh dear! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals...
Orochi: Now, dear, the polite thing to do is apologize after you break something.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Orochi: Ophelia? What's on your mind?
Ophelia: Hmm. Chosen ones really do see everything.
Orochi: Well I can certainly see that you're upset. Tell me what's on your mind, dear. I'm sure we can come up with a solution if we put our heads together.
Ophelia: I was wondering something. Can I really become a chosen one?
Orochi: Why would you doubt that?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Orochi: Heeheehee! So that's what you're worried about? Don't you fret. I know you'll become a chosen one too.
Ophelia: You don't understand how I feel. You're already so powerful!
Orochi: Ophelia, I haven't always been this way.
Ophelia: Huh?
Orochi: True strength comes from within.
Ophelia: Really?
Orochi: Guess who chose me. Go on.
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods perhaps?
Orochi: Heeheehee. Nope! Not even close. You chose me, dear.
Ophelia: What do you mean?
Orochi: When you were born, I felt power flow through me. To protect you, I knew I would have to be stronger, tougher.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Orochi: Don't torment yourself so much, dear! One day you'll be a chosen one too.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Hello, Mother!
Orochi: Good morning, Ophelia. You're in high spirits today!
Ophelia: Thanks to you I am indeed! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Orochi: You know I'm always happy to talk. Glad to hear that I helped!
Ophelia: Now that I have conquered that darkness, I need you to show me everything... Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
Orochi: What's gotten you so motivated?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your wisdom. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Orochi: Oh, I'm sure you will.
Ophelia: Please, all I want is to be an incredible chosen one, just like you! Show me everything! I will soak up your knowledge like a sponge.
Orochi: OK, OK! I'll teach you as much as I can.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Why don't we begin with some chores?
Orochi: Smart thinking. Better to start small.
Ophelia: How about this pile of plates here? I'll have these washed and dried in no tim— AHHH!
Ophelia: Umm, I broke the dishes. I'm sorry.
Orochi: Well, at least you apologized right away this time!
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
Orochi: Heeheehee. You're a good girl, Ophelia.
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Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
Kagero: Tell me what happened, Ophelia. Did someone hurt you?
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Kagero: Oh, I understand. You're just hungry.
Ophelia: You know me so well, Mother.
Kagero: Well of course I do. I am a chosen one, after all.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. If only I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side!
Kagero: Hehe. Wouldn't that be glorious.
Ophelia: First, we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Kagero: Fine, fine, I'll make you something to eat.
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Kagero: Can you get the bowls, please?
Ophelia: No problem! I've got it under contr— AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling has revealed a dire event in our future.
Kagero: Ophelia, the polite thing to do is apologize after breaking something.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Kagero: Ophelia, what's troubling you? It's obvious that you're unhappy today.
Ophelia: Heh. Chosen ones really do see everything, don't they?
Kagero: Why not tell me what happened? Perhaps I can give you some advice.
Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one?
Kagero: Why would you doubt yourself?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Kagero: That's it? Ophelia, relax. In due time, you'll be a chosen one, too.
Ophelia: You don't understand how I feel. You're already so strong!
Kagero: Don't you understand that I haven't always been this way?
Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
Kagero: My strength didn't come from being a chosen one.
Ophelia: R-really? How is that possible?
Kagero: Do you know who chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods perhaps?
Kagero: Heheh. Not even close. It was you, Ophelia. You chose me.
Ophelia: I-I did?
Kagero: When you entered this world, I became much stronger. I knew that I had to protect you, no matter what happened.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Kagero: There is nothing to worry about. Someday, you'll be just like me.
Ophelia: Thank you for saying so, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Hello, Mother!
Kagero: Good morning, Ophelia. You're looking happy today.
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Kagero: I'm glad to have helped.
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
Kagero: What's gotten you so motivated?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become much stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Kagero: I understand.
Ophelia: Please, I just want to be an incredible chosen one, like you! Teach me everything! I'll soak up your knowledge like a sponge.
Kagero: Very well. I'll impart what wisdom I can.
Ophelia: Oh, thank you, Mother! Why don't we start with some chores?
Kagero: First off, how about I teach you how to wash the dishes?
Ophelia: Sounds great! What about this pile here? AHHH!
Ophelia: Umm, I broke the dishes. Again. I'm very sorry, Mother.
Kagero: Well, at least you apologized quickly this time. That's a step in the right direction.
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
Kagero: Heheh. You're a good girl, Ophelia.
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