Marcia/Supports (Path of Radiance)
Gatrie: Marcia! How are you doing, beautiful?
Marcia: Huh? How do you know my name?
Gatrie: Why wouldn't I know the name of a cute girl like you?! You know, there was a time when Titania was the only woman in this mercenary group. Things have really started to shape up while I was away. Mmm... Not bad at all.
Marcia: Oh, nice line, chump. I'm swooning. Waaaait... You were a member of the Greil Mercenaries?
Gatrie: Yep. Actually, I was a senior member.
Marcia: I knew it! You were one of the guys that saved me from those boat monkeys, weren't you?
Gatrie: Boat monk... You mean the pirates? Uh...of course! That was me!
Marcia: Aw, heck! That's fantastic! I was so grateful for the help. Lemme do something to return the favor
Gatrie: That's nice of you to say, but having someone as gorgeous and talented as you join us is payment enough. I need nothing more!
Marcia: Whoa...that's a lot of pressure. I had no idea people depended on me so much. In any case, I'll keep doing my best! Wish me luck!
Gatrie: She's so adorable! She will be mine... Oh, yes. She...will...be...mine.
Marcia: Heya, big fella! What are you doing today?
Gatrie: Marcia! Good to see you. Actually, I was just about to meet up with Ike for a little sparring session.
Marcia: W-what!? You're going to fight the commander?!
Gatrie: You bet I am! That's why I asked you to stop by. I wanted to invite you along so you could check me out in action. Now, don't get my wrong... Ike is a strong commander. But he doesn't have a chance to match my overwhelming physical power! It's breathtaking, really.
Marcia: Breathtaking? Really... I can't wait to see this, Gatrie.
Gatrie: Ha ha ha! Well, what can I say? Why don't you just kick back and watch me unleash the raw fury of these mighty arms! Hhhrraaaawwww! Ike! Now's your chance to give up, cur! No?! All right, don't say I didn't warn you! Here we go! This one's for you, Marcia! Haaaarrrgggg!! ...Bwaaa!
Marcia: Ooooh, jerky! That looked painful.
Gatrie: Whoa there, Ike. Don't make me get tough on you... Hey! T-take it easy! Ooof... Ooof! Ouch! Aghhhhhh!
Marcia: Uhhh...is he going to be all right? Gatrie? ...Gaaaatrie? Oh, crackers.
Marcia: Heya, Gatrie.
Marcia: What's the matter, big fella? You're looking down.
Gatrie: It's better if you don't talk to me at all, Marcia. Don't even give me a second look. I'm nothing but dirt. I'm worse than dirt... I'm...sludge!
Marcia: Oh, boy... This is about the other day, isn't it? When you got beaten down by--
Gatrie: Don't remind me! I was such a fool! I can't believe I let you see me get smacked around like that. I might as well throw in the towel now. I'm just a big loser...
Marcia: No you're not! So Ike beat you that time. Big deal! Ike beats everybody! I was still impressed by your all-or-nothing attitude.
Marcia: Really! You're both fierce fighters. Hey, what do you say to being my training partner one of these days? I want both you and Ike to teach me some of your fighting skills
Gatrie: Of course!
Marcia: Great! It'll be a hoot! I'm looking forward to it! See you later!
Gatrie: ...I was feeling angry at Ike for humiliating me like that... But maybe it will all work out after all. Until later, my sweet Marcia!
Marcia: Hey! You're Rolf, right? What are you doing out here all alone?
Rolf: I'm practicing my archery skills! See? I just nail a target to a tree and fire away. I cover my arrow tips with burlap to prevent accidents. You see...there was this one incident with a marmot... Well, I just try to stay close to the target now. It's not the best way to train, but at least it gives me some practice.
Marcia: Aw, that's so cute! You're trying hard, even though you're such a little guy!
Rolf: Hey! I'm not small! I'm a dangerous mercenary!
Marcia: Yeah, of course you are. Say, you mind if I practice with you?
Rolf: That's all right. I can take care of myself.
Marcia: Pfff! I know! I'm just offering to help. You know...I was once a knight in the service of the world's greatest country. I also know how to handle a bow. Us pegusus knights fear archers more than anything else, you know.
Rolf: Yeah? Well...you better watch out or I'll feather you like a quill!
Marcia: Hah! Big words from a little guy! I like you! Hey, you should take a look around and make sure nobody else is around before you start shooting arrows.
Rolf: I KNOW that! Don't talk to me like a baby!
Marcia: Sheesh! All right! Touchy...
Marcia: Incredible! You hit the target twenty-six times in a row!
Rolf: Well, my goal was thirty.
Marcia: That's a lofty goal, and you came close! You're becoming an impressive archer, Rolf!
Rolf: But I can't afford to miss a single shot in battle. The man who taught me how to fire a bow told me that once... I can't be happy with just twenty-six hits.
Marcia: You push yourself hard, Rolf. That's admirable.
Rolf: Aren't you strict with yourself, Marcia?
Marcia: Hm? What, me? Pfff! Of course! I'm stricter than a poached egg on toast! "Be firm with yourself and others!" That's what the first officer in my old unit told me. But you're still...
Rolf: A child? I'm not a child. Those days ended the instant I took my first life.
Marcia: ...I suppose you're right. You've had to grow up fast traveling with a group of hardened sellswords like this.
Rolf: Do you worry about me because I'm young?
Marcia: Well...sure. Who wouldn't?
Rolf: Well, stop it. I can take care of myself. I've grown strong.
Marcia: True enough. Sorry if I underestimated you.
Marcia: You landed every one of your shots!
Rolf: Hitting the target isn't good enough. My instructor once told me that I should be able to strike the gaps between armor plates.
Marcia: That's nearly impossible...but maybe you'll be that good one day. Hold on... Rolf, let me see your hands.
Rolf: My hands?
Marcia: Oh, barnacles! Your hands are covered with blisters! And you're bleeding! Why are you still practicing like this? What's wrong with you!?
Rolf: It hurt at first, but my hands went numb after a while--so I just kept plucking arrows out of my quiver.
Marcia: Holy crow, Rolf... You're tough, I'll give you that. Hold still. I know I have a vulnerary around here... There, found it. This may sting a little.
Rolf: Thank-YOOOOWWWCCHHH!!! Hey, that hurt!
Marcia: That's nothing for a deadly mercenary like you. Right, Rolf?
Rolf: A deadly mercenary? You really think so?
Marcia: Yes, and it's not just your bowmanship. You're quite tenacious. You're so focused on hitting your targets that you don't even feel pain. Few people are that determined.
Rolf: Does that mean I'll be able to make a difference? Will I be able to protect them when they're in danger?
Marcia: I'll tell you one thing...the enemy better stay out of bowshot, or you'll turn him into a porcupine!
Rolf: Thanks, Marcia. I promise to protect you, too.
Marcia: Rolf... I'll look out for you, too. Why... Aw, nuts. ...Did you have to grow up so fast?
Kieran: Ho ho! I would love to have a chance to train with a pegasus knight. It could only increase my already mighty skills... Oh, here comes one now! Marcia!
Kieran: Ahem! Er... I would like to have the pleasure of... Oh, pardon me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name--
Marcia: I already know who you are. Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran. Did I get that right?
Kieran: How do you know my name? Not to mention my post... Maybe it was the fame I won during our last battle? No, I was only semi-glorious...
Kieran: Or perhaps I have injured you and yours with a past transgression? Are you here to revenge yourself on me?!
Kieran: Oh ho! Then tales of my valor must have spread to other countries! Perhaps you know of the time I slew the Giant Spider of... Naah... That's pushing it. But it is possible... Let's see... It's also possible that...
Marcia: Hey! Meathead!
Kieran: Yaaaa! W-what?! Don't scare me like that!
Marcia: We all know your name. You announce yourself every time we fight. "I am Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran! See me and tremble!"
Kieran: Hmm... Well, that explains it...
Marcia: So. How can I help you?
Marcia: Didn't you want to ask me something?
Kieran: Oh, that's right. Er... Hm? What did I want to ask you? Blast! Was it... No, that's not it...
Marcia: Riiiight. Well, you come find me whenever you remember... Sheesh! I think this guy's helmet is on too tight...
Marcia: Oh, hiya, Kieran. How's your horse?
Kieran: Oh, he's much better! And it's all thanks to you! When he took ill, I didn't know what to do, but... Your first aid saved the day!
Marcia: Poor guy was exhausted from the constant marching. We've been fighting everywhere. I don't blame him for collapsing. Let him rest until he gets used to this new land. I'm sure he'll get better.
Kieran: I had no such knowledge, for I had never fought beyond the borders of sweet Crimea. I thank you with all my heart!
Marcia: Pfff! Please! It's no big deal. I've seen much worse.
Kieran: Nevertheless, I, Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran, shall return the favor no matter--
Marcia: Hey! Big fella! I told you, thanks aren't necessary. I'm sure that we'll run into something that you can help me with... Er...at least, I guess that might happen... So you can just help me out when that situation arrives. ...If it arrives.
Kieran: Say no more! I will do so with my life!
Marcia: Please! Keep your life! Oh, that reminds me... Didn't you want to ask me something the other day?
Kieran: Oh, that... Well, with my horse's illness and all, I've forgotten what it was... But, by my axe, I swear that I will--
Marcia: Keep your axe too! Good gravy, I can't deal with this guy!
Kieran: Oh, Marcia!
Marcia: Your horse looks completely healed! I'm so glad.
Kieran: Yes, thanks to you. Let me thank you again! I, Crimean Roy--
Marcia: Oh, jerky! Not again! Stop doing that! Sheesh... Say, what's with the bucket?
Kieran: I was going to wash my horse. He hasn't been scrubbed down in a while, and he could use it. Besides, with all of my amazing adventures, my poor horse gets quite the workout. I try to treat him well.
Marcia: Aw, that's sweet!
Kieran: What is?
Marcia: You love your horse! That's so nice! I figured you'd be too busy flexing or something to notice...
Kieran: He is more than just a simple horse... He is my brother-in-arms! Some knights, some Crimean knights even, treat their horses like mere transportation... but I don't feel that way. And it's not just horses. Armor! Axes! Gauntlets! Boots! Er...this canteen! All fighting tools are my brothers-in-arms!
Marcia: How admirable.
Kieran: No, Marcia, it is not admirable. It is simply common sense.
Marcia: Ha ha! I wasn't sure that you had common sense! You're always so forgetful and distracted when it comes to other things...
Kieran: Huh! Well, I can't say that I can agree! In fact, once while I was fighting the Giant Whippoorwill of Southern Crimea--
Marcia: Good-bye, Kieran!
Tanith: Marcia. It's been a while.
Marcia: Oh, chestnuts! D-Deputy Commander Tanith!? What...are you doing here?
Tanith: I was just about to ask you the same thing. As deputy commander of the Holy Guard, I took this position on imperial orders. I never would have thought I'd run into one of my former subordinates so soon...
Marcia: W-we've been together since we crossed into Daein?! Oh, I had no idea! Talk about strange luck! Heh...
Tanith: It certainly is. I'm so glad I've come across my...special subordinate. I've been looking for you for a long time, you know...
Marcia: D-Deputy Commander, your eyes... why are you squinting at me like that? Are you...angry?
Tanith: Oh, I'm angry. I am very angry. Very angry indeed. Right now I'm weighing my options... Which penalty should I inflict on you for deserting the Begnion Holy Guard?
Marcia: I'm... I'm no deserter! Didn't you read the letter of resignation I wrote?
Tanith: Did you think you could cast off your sworn duty by scribbling on a piece of paper? You should know the weight of being a soldier in the service of the Begnion Holy Guard.
Marcia: I'm... I'm sorry! But I was in such a hurry...
Tanith: ...Commander Sigrun is a charitable person. She says she is willing to overlook your desertion.
Tanith: However! I put an end to that nonsense! I told her that I would bring you back at any cost and deliver the appropriate penalty. I hope you're ready!
Marcia: Oh! I just remembered I have to be somewhere! Somewhere really far away... Excuse me, ma'am! Yaaaaa!
Tanith: Stop right there! You're not going to get away this time!
Marcia: Eeeeeeek! D-Deputy Commander!
Tanith: What a disgraceful little scream! You should know how to behave in front of your former superior.
Marcia: But... Deputy Commander... Are you still upset with me?
Tanith: I certainly am! State your reason for deserting your duty as a pegasus knight! You were never one to run away! Even during the most intense missions... You were no coward, Marcia. I've even seen some knights leave because of a silly romantic distraction... but not you.
Marcia: Well, if you must know... My brother went missing after he accrued a massive debt.
Marcia: Yes. Men began coming to my barracks to collect their money instead of hunting down my brother. That's why I went to find him. I met Ike and his company during my search, and I joined after they saved me from a vicious band of boat monkeys. But I still didn't find my brother.
Marcia: I figured that if I traveled with Ike, I'd eventually find my brother. That's why I'm still with them.
Tanith: I see... So he skipped town because of his debts. As your former superior officer, I do feel some sympathy for you.
Tanith: Nevertheless! You are still a deserter. It makes no difference why. You will still be punished once my mission is complete.
Marcia: Awww... Come on!
Marcia: So, you know... I was thinking... If possible... It would be great if you could overlook my punishment.
Tanith: Punishing deserters to the harshest degree of the law has always been an iron rule. I cannot make a special exception for you.
Marcia: Deputy Commander... Why do you have to be so mean?!
Tanith: Why am I mean!? Because you deserted, I had to--
Marcia: You were always like that. Unlike Commander Sigrun, you never once commended our unit. You think you understand us, but you don't. You're just heartless and frigid.
Tanith: Don't you get it? Why do you think I'm coming down on you so hard!?
Marcia: Excuse me?
Tanith: I wouldn't normally say this, but... I had high expectations for you, Marcia. I thought you could take the reigns and someday lead the Holy Guard.
Marcia: What!? Where did that come from? Back in Begnion, you said nothing about any of this.
Tanith: Do you think I would say something like that on my own? I have no choice now. I'll offer counsel to the commander, and see to it that you have a place back on the Guard. If you come back, I might just forget all about your desertion.
Marcia: Deputy Commander... I... I appreciate it!