30 Days of FE, Day 22: Something Silly
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professor_tammiOkay I actually like this question. A lot.
Quotespam time for FE7 - 10!
Serra: ...Sooo, you’re Lucius, right?
Lucius: Yes. I am indeed, Sister Serra.
Serra: Huhn. ...This is the first time we’ve spoken. Do you know why?
Lucius: Why? ...No, I do not.
Serra: I just make a policy not to make friends with girls who are as adorable as I am. I don’t need anyone else drawing attention away from me! So stay away from me, got it? Is that all sinking in?
Lucius: Y-Yes...
Serra: Oh, and I forgot one thing! You can’t come near me, but I expect you to fully back me up as your senior cleric, all right? We serve St. Elimine, right? I mean, we’re the same? Well, you’re much older, but you still need to follow the code!
Lucius: W-Well, yes. Of course. ...But.
Serra: What? Do you have some complaint?
Lucius: No, no complaints... ...It’s just... I’m...
Serra: Why do you have to be so horribly annoying! Just tell me, already!
Lucius: I’m not a cleric. I’m a monk, so... So......
Serra: A M-Monk!?
Lucius: Yes...
Serra: But...to be a monk, don’t you have to... be a... Well...a guy?
Lucius: Yes. Yes, you do.
Sain: Lady Louise!
Louise: Ah yes. Sir Sain, was it? How fare you?
Sain: Ahh, please! Do not look upon me with those eyes! I...could not bear such sweet agony...
Louise: Oh?
Sain: Would that I had met you earlier, I could have... But you are sworn to another! No matter how passionately our love may rage, it can never be!
Louise: I beg your pardon?
Sain: Please, understand my heart! I know you pain with longing... But the pain is doubly so for your aching servant!
Louise: You...know...
Sain: Parting from you wracks my body and my soul... But that is our star-crossed fate... And so, Louise... Forever! And forever! And Forever! Let us cherish this moment and live always in its warmth...
Louise: My... Cherish I shall... Indeed... ...What a funny man.
Bartre: Don’t worry about it! It’s no bother for me! In exchange, you can just lend me one of those books!
Canas: A-A book?
Bartre: Yeah. Maybe... a skinny one.
Canas: ...... Are you...going to...eat it?
Heath: My enemy is the strongest army division on the continent. No matter how you look at it, I’d say you’re getting the short end of the stick. Why would you agree to do all that for me?
Legault: Hm? Must be this thing called “love,” you know?
<Heath takes a step back>
Where are you going? I’m joking!! Get back here.
(Actually, the above is kind of... serious and silly all at the same time. Idk.)
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!
Innes: ...What are you doing?
Eirika: What is it now, Innes?
Innes: ...I told you I was going to protect you.
Eirika: Right.
Innes: And yet, whenever an enemy shows himself, you rush in and attack! ...Everyone's going to think you're the one protecting me.
Eirika: Well, I can't help you with your image problems, Innes.
Artur: Sigh... I hope this isn't another of your pranks.
Lute: My...pranks?
Artur: Do you remember when I loaned you my copy of "Lux Aeterna"? You replaced my bookmark with the tail of a sedgel lizard. You scared ten years off my life, I swear it!
Lute: Did I do that?
Artur: And! Knowing full well that I have a...mild...fear of spiders, you caught a small army of them and unleashed them in my room!
Lute: I thought that if I immersed you in the thing you feared, maybe you might be able to overcome your fear entirely! And I went to a lot of trouble trying to catch those spiders!
Artur: ...Why would you do that?
Lute: Well, I did get a bit of a kick out of the experience myself. Why? Did it bother you?
L'Arachel: ...Oh, dear. I'll bet your body is just covered with scars under that armor, isn't it? I can heal them all for you. Let me see them.
Ephraim: Thanks. Let's see...
L'Arachel: Oh! Oh... Oh my! Wh-what are you doing?
Ephraim: I have to take my armor off if I'm going to show you the scar on my shoulder--
L'Arachel: Cad! Beast! Pervert! Devil! I simply will NOT allow you to take advantage of me in my confused state!
Ephraim: Conf-- What!? Wait, L'Arachel! What about my scars...?
Artur: What is it? You look like you have something on your mind.
Lute: Oh. No. I was just thinking about monsters.
Artur: Monsters?
Lute: Yes. All these monsters are our enemies, I know, but...they're not all bad, are they?
Artur: What are you talking about?
Lute: They're kind of cute, don't you think? I mean, like those revenants, for example.
Artur: It's fair to say I will never understand your tastes. Besides, I thought you enjoyed using them as, well, magic practice.
Lute: Oh, I do. I do indeed. I use my magic to rip them to shreds...with love, of course.
Artur: Your way of expressing love is somewhat frightening...
Lute: Do you think so? Thank you.
Ike: Ranulf, what are you saying? Don't you trust me?
Ranulf: No, I do! I do. But... well, not entirely. Look, I trust you as much as any beorc, but... You know! The laguz are my brothers! It's different.
Ike: I trust you.
Ranulf: And you say it with a straight face, too. You know something? You're...
Ike: ...I'm what?
Ranulf: Dumb.
Ike: What?!
Oscar: What did I do now?
Kieran: Oh ho! Don't tell me you've forgotten our second year of enlistment! The year we completed horsemanship? There was a final race to end the year... My beloved horse and I were flawless, but you beat us by the smallest of margins!
Oscar: Huh? Oh, are you talking about that race you challenged me to? Yeah, that was fun... But I thought the distance between us was at least three lengths--
Kieran: Ha! LIAR! Deceitful, lying, squinty coward! That was the very moment I marked you as my archrival! Don't pretend not to care!
Oscar: Uh...wow. I had no idea--
Kieran: But why!? I must know why you left the Crimean knighthood without a word of explanation! I devoted myself to training with my horse! I worked day and night so I could best my archrival... And thanks to my extreme devotion... I didn't realize you were gone until six months later! Delinquent! Reneger!
Oscar: Wait a sec... Kieran. How is that my fault?
Reyson: ...I know how to punch! Although...
Ike: Yes?
Reyson: I suffer more damage than my target.
Ike: What?!
Reyson: When I bashed Duke Tanas's face, he only suffered a bloody nose, but it cracked the bones in the back of my hand.
Ike: Holy...
Reyson: Indeed.
Ike: ...But it felt good, right?
Reyson: Oh, yeah.
(The above also doubles as one of the manliest quotes ever.)
Rhys: Oh, er... I'm just here to see that you don't get hurt... Oh, do be careful... No! Don't juggle the lance, too!
Kieran: Behold the awesome power of Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran! Now I call this little trick-- Nnngg...! Gaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaa! ...Ah, nuts.
Rhys: Oh, dear heavens! Oh, this is terrible. Stay right there! Let me take care of you...
Kieran: Ho, I'm fine! Don't worry about old Kieran! I just need to pull this axe out of my head here... Whooo, that's sharp!
Gatrie: Ihaveanewgirlfriend!!!!
Shinon: A new girlfriend? Is she blind or something?
Boyd: Every time I look at you, Titania... I think that you're the prettiest person I've ever seen!
Titania: Uh... Um, thank you, Boyd... But I... Look, you and me, we're--
Boyd: You're like a really nice mom or something! Um... I mean...
Titania: ...
Boyd: Wait, that's not... Oh, man... Look, that's not what I meant. I mean, it is, but--
Titania: Boyd?
Boyd: Yeah?
Titania: How old do you think I am?
Boyd: Well, let me see... Are you... younger than my mother?
Titania: ...Um...
Leanne: Be... Be safe. I want to...stay with you, (now and always. By the way, can you cook?)
Micaiah: Right. Lord Ike, hero of the Crimean Liberation, leader of the Greil Mercenaries, and father of Sothe's children...
Meg: Well... He's my... He's my fiance.
Zihark: How could any guy leave a girl like you? What's this lucky guy's name? What's he like?
Meg: Well... he's standing right in front of me.
Zihark: I'm sorry, I'm sure I misheard you. Can you repeat that? ...Slowly?
Meg: My daddy told us years ago that he was going to marry one of us to a really nice friend of his, a mercenary named Zihark.
Zihark: Whoa, hey now... I don't, uh...
Meg: But my older sister got married last year, and so I came instead! Oh, it's so nice to finally meet my husband!
Zihark: Meg, look, this is kind of crazy...
Meg: Zihark... I'm sure I still have a lot to learn... But after meeting you, I just know we'll live happily ever after!
Zihark: Meg, I need you to listen very closely...
Meg: Oh, don't worry! I'll work hard every waking moment to become a good wife! Even during a fight! See you later, pookums!
Zihark: Meg, wait! Wow, she's downright pushy. She must get that from her old man. ...And did she just call me "pookums"?
Lucia: Something a little more... preliminary. I guess you could call it espionage.
Brom: Espio-what? Sounds serious! Nephenee, you ever hearda that?
Nephenee: Oh, sure. When I was just a sprout, I caught a real bad case'a that. I got this awful rash all over my back, too!
Lucia: Uh... That's... a very nice story. Maybe I'd better explain what I mean.
Heather: Don't you know anything!? Espionage is all about stealing secrets and not getting caught. It's one of my many strong points!
Lucia: Oh, really? And who might you be?
Heather: My name is Heather! I'm a friend of Nephenee's. I'd do ANYTHING to help Her Majesty. Seriously, anything!
Lucia: ...I see. Maybe you can lend a hand as well.
Heather: Miss Lucia, you're the greatest! Like, amazingly stupendously great! I'd love to help!
Ike: You all right with that, Rhys? I know you don't like watching allies cut each other up in training.
Rhys: That's true, but... I think it's better that I know how the injury happened, rather than having someone just show up and bleed on the floor. It will reduce the shock of seeing all that blood, you know? That's something I learned the hard way.
Ike: Well, as long as you're all right with it, I guess it's fine with me, too.
Mia: That settles it! The scene is set, the arena ready... Prepare yourself, Commander!
Ike: Oh, I already have. Get ready!
Rhys: Just... Please go easy on each other. All right? Did you hear me? Hello?
Ike: Will you let go of my hand? Please?
Aimee: Then tell me I'm beautiful! Tell me I'm more beautiful than any woman in this camp!
Ike: ...And then you'll let go of my hand?
Aimee: Of course. I'll even give you everything you want for free.
Ike: Oh! All right, then...
???: No, Ike! Don't say another word!
Aimee: That voice! It's--
Ike: C'mon, Soren. She's going to give us everything! For free!
Soren: Nothing in life is free, Ike. Suppose you said what she asked you to say, hmm? What then? You'd hear it all over the camp. In nearby villages. Eventually, the entire country would be saying it! "Ike, hero of the Mad King's War, is in love with Aimee the shopgirl." Rumors can quickly spin out of control.
Ike: Come off it. You're exaggerating.
Aimee: Ooh, don't be so sure. With my network of merchants, I'll spread the word to the four corners of Tellius! Within half a year, everyone will know! Then you will be mine forever, Ike! You'll have no choice at all!
Ike: Man, you go right for the neck, don't you? All right, Soren. She's all yours.
Soren: Yes, sir. What I do now, I do for the good of the company.
Aimee: No, Ike! Don't go! Don't do this to me!
Soren: Well, now. Shall we get on with our business? You're looking more beautiful than ever, Miss Aimee. A true delight for the eyes.
Aimee: Ooo... Now you're talking, you little lady-killer!
Soren: I know you won't discount the goods to nothing, since it's coming from me. So... How about you cut your prices down by three-quarters?
Aimee: Ooh... Decisions, decisions.
Soren: You're a diamond, and other beorc only glass beads, Miss Aimee. I'll buy more than enough to justify the discount.
Aimee: Half price, maybe.
Soren: A touch less than three-quarters, then. What do you say, rose of Tellius? O goddess of desire?
Aimee: All right, you win! Just this time, mind you. Take this.
Soren: Ah, a Silver Card. I can buy everything for half price at all of the shops?
Aimee: That's right. Remember what I said, though. It's a limited-time deal. I'll have to take it away soon. Oh, and while you own this card, you won't be able to sell your weapons as raw material. Got that?
Soren: Understood, Miss Aimee. Stay beautiful.
Ike: I'm here. What do you want?
Sanaki: Hmph. Don't look so sour.
Ike: I always look like this, Apostle Sanaki.
Sanaki: Ah, yes. That's true. Well, I didn't summon you to talk about your grumpy expressions.
Ike: You look a lot like your brother Reyson, but you're nothing like him. Reyson looks delicate, but on the inside he's all iron. You, on the other hand... I don't know. I worry that I might kill you if I shout too loud or something.
Rafiel: ...I'm sorry.
Ike: See? That's exactly what I mean! You should get mad at me for saying that, not say "I'm sorry." I mean, come on!
Rafiel: I-I apologize.
Ike: There you go again! What I mean is that--
Nailah: That's enough, Ike. Rafiel is everything that herons are expected to be: quiet, elegant, and delicate. Those are words people use to describe herons, and he fits all three.
Ike: Yeah, well... None of those words fit Reyson.
Nailah: True. Maybe Princess Leanne is only so innocent and sweet because she was asleep for twenty years. Prince Reyson certainly doesn't seem to have any of the characteristics herons are known for.
Ike: King Tibarn did mention that "real" herons are more like Prince Rafiel.
Nailah: Prince Reyson spent a long time in the care of the hawk tribe. No doubt he's picked up all sorts of quirks. Thank goodness Reyson hasn't picked up Tibarn's speech or mannerisms, though. It would be completely ridiculous. Can you imagine a man with Reyson's looks, talking and acting like Tibarn? I don't think I could help but laugh at him.
Ike: Well, he told me he wanted to be just like King Tibarn. He admires Tibarn a great deal.
Rafiel: Reyson said that?
Ike: Yeah. What about you?
Rafiel: Well... Sure, it'd be nice to be a bit more like Tibarn, I suppose.
Ike: Well, it looks like you guys really are brothers after all.
Nailah: Ike, be quiet. You're a bad influence! I won't allow Rafiel to be tainted like that.
Sanaki: You are my subordinate, after all. I've decided that leaving one's empress to die is punishable by drowning in a pool of rancid butter.
Lehran: Of course it is, my empress.
Sanaki: I hope you're a strong swimmer.
(Okay I seriously just find half of the stuff in these games completely hilarious. I pretty much giggle like an idiot the entire time while playing them
I am way too easily amused by video games)
For once, most of the tl;dr stuff in my post wasn't written by me. It's a really weird feeling.
Quotespam time for FE7 - 10!
Serra: ...Sooo, you’re Lucius, right?
Lucius: Yes. I am indeed, Sister Serra.
Serra: Huhn. ...This is the first time we’ve spoken. Do you know why?
Lucius: Why? ...No, I do not.
Serra: I just make a policy not to make friends with girls who are as adorable as I am. I don’t need anyone else drawing attention away from me! So stay away from me, got it? Is that all sinking in?
Lucius: Y-Yes...
Serra: Oh, and I forgot one thing! You can’t come near me, but I expect you to fully back me up as your senior cleric, all right? We serve St. Elimine, right? I mean, we’re the same? Well, you’re much older, but you still need to follow the code!
Lucius: W-Well, yes. Of course. ...But.
Serra: What? Do you have some complaint?
Lucius: No, no complaints... ...It’s just... I’m...
Serra: Why do you have to be so horribly annoying! Just tell me, already!
Lucius: I’m not a cleric. I’m a monk, so... So......
Serra: A M-Monk!?
Lucius: Yes...
Serra: But...to be a monk, don’t you have to... be a... Well...a guy?
Lucius: Yes. Yes, you do.
Sain: Lady Louise!
Louise: Ah yes. Sir Sain, was it? How fare you?
Sain: Ahh, please! Do not look upon me with those eyes! I...could not bear such sweet agony...
Louise: Oh?
Sain: Would that I had met you earlier, I could have... But you are sworn to another! No matter how passionately our love may rage, it can never be!
Louise: I beg your pardon?
Sain: Please, understand my heart! I know you pain with longing... But the pain is doubly so for your aching servant!
Louise: You...know...
Sain: Parting from you wracks my body and my soul... But that is our star-crossed fate... And so, Louise... Forever! And forever! And Forever! Let us cherish this moment and live always in its warmth...
Louise: My... Cherish I shall... Indeed... ...What a funny man.
Bartre: Don’t worry about it! It’s no bother for me! In exchange, you can just lend me one of those books!
Canas: A-A book?
Bartre: Yeah. Maybe... a skinny one.
Canas: ...... Are you...going to...eat it?
Heath: My enemy is the strongest army division on the continent. No matter how you look at it, I’d say you’re getting the short end of the stick. Why would you agree to do all that for me?
Legault: Hm? Must be this thing called “love,” you know?
<Heath takes a step back>
Where are you going? I’m joking!! Get back here.
(Actually, the above is kind of... serious and silly all at the same time. Idk.)
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!
Innes: ...What are you doing?
Eirika: What is it now, Innes?
Innes: ...I told you I was going to protect you.
Eirika: Right.
Innes: And yet, whenever an enemy shows himself, you rush in and attack! ...Everyone's going to think you're the one protecting me.
Eirika: Well, I can't help you with your image problems, Innes.
Artur: Sigh... I hope this isn't another of your pranks.
Lute: My...pranks?
Artur: Do you remember when I loaned you my copy of "Lux Aeterna"? You replaced my bookmark with the tail of a sedgel lizard. You scared ten years off my life, I swear it!
Lute: Did I do that?
Artur: And! Knowing full well that I have a...mild...fear of spiders, you caught a small army of them and unleashed them in my room!
Lute: I thought that if I immersed you in the thing you feared, maybe you might be able to overcome your fear entirely! And I went to a lot of trouble trying to catch those spiders!
Artur: ...Why would you do that?
Lute: Well, I did get a bit of a kick out of the experience myself. Why? Did it bother you?
L'Arachel: ...Oh, dear. I'll bet your body is just covered with scars under that armor, isn't it? I can heal them all for you. Let me see them.
Ephraim: Thanks. Let's see...
L'Arachel: Oh! Oh... Oh my! Wh-what are you doing?
Ephraim: I have to take my armor off if I'm going to show you the scar on my shoulder--
L'Arachel: Cad! Beast! Pervert! Devil! I simply will NOT allow you to take advantage of me in my confused state!
Ephraim: Conf-- What!? Wait, L'Arachel! What about my scars...?
Artur: What is it? You look like you have something on your mind.
Lute: Oh. No. I was just thinking about monsters.
Artur: Monsters?
Lute: Yes. All these monsters are our enemies, I know, but...they're not all bad, are they?
Artur: What are you talking about?
Lute: They're kind of cute, don't you think? I mean, like those revenants, for example.
Artur: It's fair to say I will never understand your tastes. Besides, I thought you enjoyed using them as, well, magic practice.
Lute: Oh, I do. I do indeed. I use my magic to rip them to shreds...with love, of course.
Artur: Your way of expressing love is somewhat frightening...
Lute: Do you think so? Thank you.
Ike: Ranulf, what are you saying? Don't you trust me?
Ranulf: No, I do! I do. But... well, not entirely. Look, I trust you as much as any beorc, but... You know! The laguz are my brothers! It's different.
Ike: I trust you.
Ranulf: And you say it with a straight face, too. You know something? You're...
Ike: ...I'm what?
Ranulf: Dumb.
Ike: What?!
Oscar: What did I do now?
Kieran: Oh ho! Don't tell me you've forgotten our second year of enlistment! The year we completed horsemanship? There was a final race to end the year... My beloved horse and I were flawless, but you beat us by the smallest of margins!
Oscar: Huh? Oh, are you talking about that race you challenged me to? Yeah, that was fun... But I thought the distance between us was at least three lengths--
Kieran: Ha! LIAR! Deceitful, lying, squinty coward! That was the very moment I marked you as my archrival! Don't pretend not to care!
Oscar: Uh...wow. I had no idea--
Kieran: But why!? I must know why you left the Crimean knighthood without a word of explanation! I devoted myself to training with my horse! I worked day and night so I could best my archrival... And thanks to my extreme devotion... I didn't realize you were gone until six months later! Delinquent! Reneger!
Oscar: Wait a sec... Kieran. How is that my fault?
Reyson: ...I know how to punch! Although...
Ike: Yes?
Reyson: I suffer more damage than my target.
Ike: What?!
Reyson: When I bashed Duke Tanas's face, he only suffered a bloody nose, but it cracked the bones in the back of my hand.
Ike: Holy...
Reyson: Indeed.
Ike: ...But it felt good, right?
Reyson: Oh, yeah.
(The above also doubles as one of the manliest quotes ever.)
Rhys: Oh, er... I'm just here to see that you don't get hurt... Oh, do be careful... No! Don't juggle the lance, too!
Kieran: Behold the awesome power of Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran! Now I call this little trick-- Nnngg...! Gaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaa! ...Ah, nuts.
Rhys: Oh, dear heavens! Oh, this is terrible. Stay right there! Let me take care of you...
Kieran: Ho, I'm fine! Don't worry about old Kieran! I just need to pull this axe out of my head here... Whooo, that's sharp!
Gatrie: Ihaveanewgirlfriend!!!!
Shinon: A new girlfriend? Is she blind or something?
Boyd: Every time I look at you, Titania... I think that you're the prettiest person I've ever seen!
Titania: Uh... Um, thank you, Boyd... But I... Look, you and me, we're--
Boyd: You're like a really nice mom or something! Um... I mean...
Titania: ...
Boyd: Wait, that's not... Oh, man... Look, that's not what I meant. I mean, it is, but--
Titania: Boyd?
Boyd: Yeah?
Titania: How old do you think I am?
Boyd: Well, let me see... Are you... younger than my mother?
Titania: ...Um...
Leanne: Be... Be safe. I want to...stay with you, (now and always. By the way, can you cook?)
Micaiah: Right. Lord Ike, hero of the Crimean Liberation, leader of the Greil Mercenaries, and father of Sothe's children...
Meg: Well... He's my... He's my fiance.
Zihark: How could any guy leave a girl like you? What's this lucky guy's name? What's he like?
Meg: Well... he's standing right in front of me.
Zihark: I'm sorry, I'm sure I misheard you. Can you repeat that? ...Slowly?
Meg: My daddy told us years ago that he was going to marry one of us to a really nice friend of his, a mercenary named Zihark.
Zihark: Whoa, hey now... I don't, uh...
Meg: But my older sister got married last year, and so I came instead! Oh, it's so nice to finally meet my husband!
Zihark: Meg, look, this is kind of crazy...
Meg: Zihark... I'm sure I still have a lot to learn... But after meeting you, I just know we'll live happily ever after!
Zihark: Meg, I need you to listen very closely...
Meg: Oh, don't worry! I'll work hard every waking moment to become a good wife! Even during a fight! See you later, pookums!
Zihark: Meg, wait! Wow, she's downright pushy. She must get that from her old man. ...And did she just call me "pookums"?
Lucia: Something a little more... preliminary. I guess you could call it espionage.
Brom: Espio-what? Sounds serious! Nephenee, you ever hearda that?
Nephenee: Oh, sure. When I was just a sprout, I caught a real bad case'a that. I got this awful rash all over my back, too!
Lucia: Uh... That's... a very nice story. Maybe I'd better explain what I mean.
Heather: Don't you know anything!? Espionage is all about stealing secrets and not getting caught. It's one of my many strong points!
Lucia: Oh, really? And who might you be?
Heather: My name is Heather! I'm a friend of Nephenee's. I'd do ANYTHING to help Her Majesty. Seriously, anything!
Lucia: ...I see. Maybe you can lend a hand as well.
Heather: Miss Lucia, you're the greatest! Like, amazingly stupendously great! I'd love to help!
Ike: You all right with that, Rhys? I know you don't like watching allies cut each other up in training.
Rhys: That's true, but... I think it's better that I know how the injury happened, rather than having someone just show up and bleed on the floor. It will reduce the shock of seeing all that blood, you know? That's something I learned the hard way.
Ike: Well, as long as you're all right with it, I guess it's fine with me, too.
Mia: That settles it! The scene is set, the arena ready... Prepare yourself, Commander!
Ike: Oh, I already have. Get ready!
Rhys: Just... Please go easy on each other. All right? Did you hear me? Hello?
Ike: Will you let go of my hand? Please?
Aimee: Then tell me I'm beautiful! Tell me I'm more beautiful than any woman in this camp!
Ike: ...And then you'll let go of my hand?
Aimee: Of course. I'll even give you everything you want for free.
Ike: Oh! All right, then...
???: No, Ike! Don't say another word!
Aimee: That voice! It's--
Ike: C'mon, Soren. She's going to give us everything! For free!
Soren: Nothing in life is free, Ike. Suppose you said what she asked you to say, hmm? What then? You'd hear it all over the camp. In nearby villages. Eventually, the entire country would be saying it! "Ike, hero of the Mad King's War, is in love with Aimee the shopgirl." Rumors can quickly spin out of control.
Ike: Come off it. You're exaggerating.
Aimee: Ooh, don't be so sure. With my network of merchants, I'll spread the word to the four corners of Tellius! Within half a year, everyone will know! Then you will be mine forever, Ike! You'll have no choice at all!
Ike: Man, you go right for the neck, don't you? All right, Soren. She's all yours.
Soren: Yes, sir. What I do now, I do for the good of the company.
Aimee: No, Ike! Don't go! Don't do this to me!
Soren: Well, now. Shall we get on with our business? You're looking more beautiful than ever, Miss Aimee. A true delight for the eyes.
Aimee: Ooo... Now you're talking, you little lady-killer!
Soren: I know you won't discount the goods to nothing, since it's coming from me. So... How about you cut your prices down by three-quarters?
Aimee: Ooh... Decisions, decisions.
Soren: You're a diamond, and other beorc only glass beads, Miss Aimee. I'll buy more than enough to justify the discount.
Aimee: Half price, maybe.
Soren: A touch less than three-quarters, then. What do you say, rose of Tellius? O goddess of desire?
Aimee: All right, you win! Just this time, mind you. Take this.
Soren: Ah, a Silver Card. I can buy everything for half price at all of the shops?
Aimee: That's right. Remember what I said, though. It's a limited-time deal. I'll have to take it away soon. Oh, and while you own this card, you won't be able to sell your weapons as raw material. Got that?
Soren: Understood, Miss Aimee. Stay beautiful.
Ike: I'm here. What do you want?
Sanaki: Hmph. Don't look so sour.
Ike: I always look like this, Apostle Sanaki.
Sanaki: Ah, yes. That's true. Well, I didn't summon you to talk about your grumpy expressions.
Ike: You look a lot like your brother Reyson, but you're nothing like him. Reyson looks delicate, but on the inside he's all iron. You, on the other hand... I don't know. I worry that I might kill you if I shout too loud or something.
Rafiel: ...I'm sorry.
Ike: See? That's exactly what I mean! You should get mad at me for saying that, not say "I'm sorry." I mean, come on!
Rafiel: I-I apologize.
Ike: There you go again! What I mean is that--
Nailah: That's enough, Ike. Rafiel is everything that herons are expected to be: quiet, elegant, and delicate. Those are words people use to describe herons, and he fits all three.
Ike: Yeah, well... None of those words fit Reyson.
Nailah: True. Maybe Princess Leanne is only so innocent and sweet because she was asleep for twenty years. Prince Reyson certainly doesn't seem to have any of the characteristics herons are known for.
Ike: King Tibarn did mention that "real" herons are more like Prince Rafiel.
Nailah: Prince Reyson spent a long time in the care of the hawk tribe. No doubt he's picked up all sorts of quirks. Thank goodness Reyson hasn't picked up Tibarn's speech or mannerisms, though. It would be completely ridiculous. Can you imagine a man with Reyson's looks, talking and acting like Tibarn? I don't think I could help but laugh at him.
Ike: Well, he told me he wanted to be just like King Tibarn. He admires Tibarn a great deal.
Rafiel: Reyson said that?
Ike: Yeah. What about you?
Rafiel: Well... Sure, it'd be nice to be a bit more like Tibarn, I suppose.
Ike: Well, it looks like you guys really are brothers after all.
Nailah: Ike, be quiet. You're a bad influence! I won't allow Rafiel to be tainted like that.
Sanaki: You are my subordinate, after all. I've decided that leaving one's empress to die is punishable by drowning in a pool of rancid butter.
Lehran: Of course it is, my empress.
Sanaki: I hope you're a strong swimmer.
(Okay I seriously just find half of the stuff in these games completely hilarious. I pretty much giggle like an idiot the entire time while playing them
I am way too easily amused by video games)
For once, most of the tl;dr stuff in my post wasn't written by me. It's a really weird feeling.
