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Malice/Conversations
The following text is an unofficial translation by fans. There may be stylistic differences with official sources and other unofficial translations. |
This page contains all of Malice's paired base conversations.
Malice and Kris
First conversation
Kris: Miss Malice.
Malice: Er, you are...
Kris: Kris.
Malice: Yeah, the guy/girl always milling around Prince Marth, right?
Kris: Wha!
Malice: You sayin' I'm wrong?
(If Kris is male)
Kris: No... Well, whatever.
(If Kris is female)
Kris: No... I guess you could say that.
Malice: So, whadya want from me?
(If Kris is male)
Kris: I saw you fighting during the previous battle. It was a style I had never seen before... Self-taught?
(If Kris is female)
Kris: I saw you fighting during the previous battle. It was a style I had never seen before... Self-taught, perhaps?
Malice: Yeah.
(If Kris is male)
Kris: It looked way too elegant for something martial- ...Eh!?
Malice: Whadya say?
Kris: W-why did you draw your weapon?
Malice: Well, it was just your first offense. I'll forgive you. ...You know about my Pops, right?
(If Kris is female)
Kris: Your movements looked way too elegant for something martial...
Malice: Wha! Whadya say?
Kris: Huh!? Did I... say something rude?
Malice: ...No, it ain't your fault. But... don't praise me. Somehow, it makes me nervous.
Kris: A-alright.
Malice: ...You know about my Pops, right?
Kris: Yeah. I heard he loves gambling.
Malice: Damn old geezer. No matter how much gold we have at home, he uses it up in the blink of an eye. That's why I learned this fencing, for show.
Kris: I see.
(If Kris is male)
Malice: Oh, right. Wanna see it?
Kris: Oh, of course! Please do show me. ...Hm? What's with the open hand?
Malice: Gold. Who said I'd show you for free?
(If Kris is female)
Malice: Oh yeah. Wanna see it?
Kris: Yes! I'd love to see it.
Malice: Alright, gotcha. I usually charge money for this, but... Just this once, I'll show you free of charge.
Second conversation
Malice: That's the speed... And now, jump!
Kris: Got it!
Malice: Stop moving the moment you fall!
(If Kris is male)
Kris: How am I suppo!
(If Kris is female)
Kris: Okay! ...Huh!?
Malice: ...Did you fall?
(If Kris is male)
Kris: Yes, as you can plainly see... You aside, Miss Malice, I'd say it's almost impossible for anyone to pull off that stunt.
Malice: Well, I'd be in a lotta trouble if people could mimic me that easily. But you seem different from the usual buff guys. You were close enough.
Kris: I-is that so? It's all thanks to my grandfather.
Malice: Oh yes, one more thing.
Kris: Hm?
Malice: I appreciate the fact you didn't ask me why I chose the way of the sword, despite being a woman.
Kris: Yeah. For a knight, there's no difference between man and woman, after all.
Malice: ...Oh?
Kris: But well, when you're quiet, you do look rather elegant- Wha...!
Malice: When I'm quiet, I what? Do you want to die?
Kris: N-no. I'd prefer not to, thanks. But more importantly, I wonder if... Could you lower this dangerous knife that's lodged rather close to my neck?
Malice: ...Hmph. Next time, I'll be twice as deadly as this!
Kris: But weren't you the one who started the subject this time, Miss Malice...?
Third conversation
(If Kris is male)
Malice: ...And it's all over.
Kris: So this is your fencing, Miss Malice...!
Malice: Aren't you glad? Your grandfather's gold was put to good use.
Kris: Yes. But, how do I say this? Those movements... It looked like I was watching shooting stars- Wha...!? Wait! I was just praising your fencing!
Malice: Indeed you were.
Kris: Then why are you pointing your sword towards me!?
Malice: I don't know either. But, when you praised me, I felt excited.
Kris: So you mean to say you felt embarrassed...!?
Malice: What did you say? Do you want to die?
Kris: No, I choose to live! I choose to live, because I want to keep admiring your fencing.
Malice: ... Very well. Then I'll show you my fencing. I don't need money. But, in return...
Kris: What?
Malice: Praise me. I want to be praised by you, more and more. I don't know why.
Kris: Yes, I don't mind. I know many, many of your good points after all, Miss Malice.
(If Kris is female)
Kris: ...And I'm done.
Malice: ...To think that you'd grasp so much in such little time. Please, don't steal my job.
Kris: Don't say that, I still have much to learn.
Malice: You're... I'm sure I told you not to be so humble. You'll just be ridiculed by others.
Kris: Yes. ...You're really nice, Miss Malice.
Malice: ...What?
Kris: But... you're unfair.
Malice: Heh, whadya mean?
Kris: You ask not to be praised... And yet, praise me all the time. How am I supposed to repay you then?
Malice: Well... You're right. Indeed, it's just as you said. I guess, it makes me nervous... 'Cause I'm not used to receiving it.
Kris: Wha! Then, from now on...?
Malice: Yeah, do as you wish. But, in exchange...
Kris: What is it?
Malice: From now on... I'll take the liberty of calling you by name. Got it, Kris?
Kris: Of course. Then... I, too, will directly call you Malice.
Malice: Sure. Once again, nice to meet you, Kris.
Kris: No. The pleasure is mine, Malice!
Dice and Malice
First conversation
Malice: Here ya go, Pops.
Dice: Oh, Malice! There y'are. That's my daughter for ya! Alrighty, time to hit 'em up!
Malice: Good grief... You better win. You better or else.
Dice: Of course! Malice, if there's anything ya might want, do tell ya Pops. I do my best if I know what I'm fighting for!
Malice: Yeah, gotcha.
Dice: Well then, I'm going for a match!
Malice: Hm? Already?
Dice: Yeah... I just thought of a new gameplan, y'know! I'm itching to test it out.
Malice: ...What now?
Dice: See ya! Ya better look forward to it!
Malice: Goddammit, Pops! ...Seriously, you'd better not lose again...
Second conversation
Malice: What I want... Hmm. Nothing in particular, I guess. Hm? Is that... Pops?
Dice: Sniff... Malice... I'm a no-good washout...
Malice: Sigh. So, how much did ya lose?
Dice: ...Everything.
Malice: Again?
Dice: I'm ashamed. It was all going well, and then...
Malice: Things got serious?
Dice: That's right! I knew you'd understand.
Malice: I wish I couldn't, actually.
Dice: Haha, I raised you into such a good girl! Oh, that's right! Did ya figure out what ya want?
Malice: Oh, you asked me that, huh. I gave it some thought, but... Nope, I got nothing.
Dice: Hm, I see...
Malice: ...Alright. Well, I'll go get money. Wait for me, Pops.
Dice: Oh, yeah.
(Malice leaves)
Dice: ...Malice...
Third conversation
Malice: Here ya go, Pops. Here's what I earned.
Dice: Oh, Malice. Whoa, ya sure got a lot... Thanks, kiddo.
Malice: Hm? What's with the funny face, Pops? Something happen?
Dice: Uh, n-no. It's nothing. You and I know I don't ever win, so giving me yer money is a waste. Ayup... I'm worthless.
Malice: Oi, now you're just acting weird. Get it together, Pops.
Dice: Naw, th-this ain't weird. What's weird is how I keep going back to gambling even when I lose.
Malice: ...What, you wanna stop now?
Dice: Are ya kidding me?
Malice: Then, stop getting all sappy on me. Gee, Pops, there ain't a thing you like more, is there?
Dice: Yeah.
Malice: ... That's right, Pops. I figured out what I want.
Dice: Oh, what is it? Let yer Pops know.
Malice: I want my old Pops back. If you keep acting like this, I think I'll go crazy myself. ...Well? Whadya reckon, Pops?
Dice: ...Wahahaha!! Leave it to me!
Malice: I see. Then all is good.
Dice: Alright, then I'm going. It feels like... I'mma win today.
Malice: I'm coming with you today. Not that I know how it all works.
Dice: Oh, do come! If yer with me, it'll be like bringing the goddess of fortune with me.