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With Male Avatar Edit

C Support Edit

  • Avatar: Have a moment, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: No. I'm in the middle of soaking up the duskiness of my immediate atmosphere.
  • Avatar: Er, what?
  • Ophelia: I'm meditating.
  • Avatar: Oh, I see.
  • Ophelia: Can our spirits commune later?
  • Avatar: Sure. I didn't mean to bother you. I only found a gemstone that you dropped.
  • Avatar: I'll leave it over here.
  • Ophelia: A gemstone?
  • Ophelia: Th-that's one of my most precious pieces of quartz!
  • Avatar: It is? Glad I found it then.
  • Ophelia: This gemstone can only be wielded by the purest of maidens to read the stars.
  • Ophelia: How could I have dropped something so important to my methods?!
  • Ophelia: Thank you, Avatar.
  • Avatar: (I had no idea a speck of quartz could be such a big deal.)
  • Ophelia: Hmm? Say something?
  • Avatar: Uh, no. Nothing at all.
  • Ophelia: Ha! Few alive could know the true value of this gemstone.
  • Ophelia: In fact, only chosen ones know, like my father and I.
  • Avatar: Chosen ones?
  • Ophelia: Exactly.
  • Ophelia: Now if you'll excuse me, I'll get back to soaking up duskiness from the atmosphere.

B Support Edit

  • Avatar: Hello, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: ......
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: Oh, that's right. I almost forgot.
  • Ophelia: And so, my quartz-savior, what can Ophelia Dusk do for you today?
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: Uh, hello? Ophelia? Are you there?
  • Ophelia: Why, yes! I am! Why do you ask?
  • Avatar: You usually say thing 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?
  • Avatar: Of course.
  • Ophelia: I must give it an evocative name. Any ideas, Avatar?
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: Er, the Pretty Gem?
  • Ophelia: Awful. Zero points. Rejected.
  • Avatar: Huh?!
  • Ophelia: Don't huh me. I should be huh-ing you!
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: I'll...I'll try my best.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Salutations, Avatar! Have you come up with a proper name for that wondrous quartz you found?
  • Avatar: I think so.
  • Ophelia: Then let's hear this name! Sent from the heavens to your lips! Now to my ears!
  • Avatar: Reckless Reckreck?
  • Ophelia: What?!
  • Avatar: It just popped into my head. I knew it was no good...
  • Ophelia: Are you kidding? Reckless Reckreck is astounding! Well done, Avatar!
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: That sounds fine by me. To be honest, even wen 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?
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: Best friends forever.

S Support Edit

  • Avatar: Is there something wrong, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: Everything. I fear that I'm not really one of the chosen ones.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: That is most certainly not a stain.It's a mark. You are a chosen one!
  • Ophelia: How can you say that?
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: That gemstone I gave you... Do you have Reckless Reckreck?
  • Ophelia: It's right here.
  • Avatar: I researched this gemstone. Turns out it's legendary. The giver of Reckless Reckreck and the recipient are bound by fate.
  • Ophelia: By fate?!
  • Avatar: Suddenly, it all made sense---the way I always want to be near you. The legend is referring to us.
  • Ophelia: Oh, Avatar, I had no idea...
  • Avatar: 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 chose ones to each other. I was thinking of doing the same thing. Why, when your aura touches mine, I can barely restrain my exaltation!
  • Avatar: 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, Avatar.
  • Avatar: I tried my best, but I'll always be glad to take your lead, chosen one.

With Female Avatar Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Can I have a moment of your invaluable time, Avatar?
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: My energy...smells?
  • Ophelia: More importantly, a bad aura can muck up your entire life!
  • Avatar: 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 a 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!
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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 truly be worthy of being a chosen one.
  • Avatar: Well, if I can help in any way...

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: 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. 
  • Avatar: 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! 
  • Avatar: Odin is something else, all right. 
  • Ophelia: ......
  • Avatar: You got silent all of a sudden. 
  • Ophelia: I pale in comparison to him. He's all sparkle and thunder! Even his "bam" is bambastic! But I'm all fizzle and flop. Understand? 
  • Avatar: Yes? And no?
  • Ophelia: My father IS a chosen one, while I'm just a pretender. A poor imitation! 
  • Avatar: I doubt that, Ophelia. Is there anything I can do to help? 
  • Ophelia: You? Help me be more chosen one-ish? 
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: All right. How about the sky? 
  • Ophelia: Divinius Domus?
  • Avatar: 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! 
  • Avatar: 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! 
  • Avatar: Then more names coming your way. We'll keep at it until you beat this, Ophelia...

A SupportEdit

  • Ophelia: Thank you for all your help with my naming problem, Avatar. 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. 
  • Avatar: What? But your names were amazing. So out there, I couldn't believe my ears!
  • Ophelia: You're just saying that to be nice. 
  • Avatar: 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? 
  • Avatar: 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! 
  • Avatar: Um, well, about that right there. You really don't need to speak in such a flowery way. 
  • Ophelia: Flowery?
  • Avatar: 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. 
  • Avatar: 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, Avatar. 
  • Avatar: I try.
  • Ophelia: Will you always be so honest with me? I welcome the advice.
  • Avatar: I... I doubt I have any more advice beyond that. But I'll always try to be your friend. 
  • Ophelia: Yay! Thanks, Avatar! Oh, look! Your aura was so mucky before. But now it's cleared right up! 
  • Avatar: 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. So you must be a chosen one, too! So, how about it, Avatar? I'm tired of being all fizzle and flop. How about we both go for sparkle and thunder? 
  • Avatar: 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 togethertude! Come on... Don't hold back, Avatar...

With Female Avatar (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
  • Avatar: WHAT?! Tell me what happened, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
  • Avatar: Ahh! You're just hungry?
  • Ophelia: Yes! You know me so well.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: Heehee. That would be wonderful.
  • Ophelia: I suppose first we should quiet this grumbling in my belly.
  • Avatar: Indeed. I'll prepare something tasty for you right away.
  • Ophelia: Let me help! What do you want me to do?
  • Avatar: Could you get the bowls for me?
  • Ophelia: Of course! I predict that this will be the most delicio—AHH!
  • sound of bowls shattering*
  • Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals...
  • Avatar: Ophelia, if you break something, be up front about it and apologize.
  • Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: ...
  • Avatar: Ophelia, is something on your mind?
  • Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: What? Why would you think otherwise?
  • Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: Even I wasn't this strong in the beginning.
  • Ophelia: Huh?
  • Avatar: Strength came after I was a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Really?
  • Avatar: It's true. Tell me, do you know who chose me, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: Hmm, fate? Or the gods perhaps?
  • Avatar: No. Nothing like that. I was chosen by you/
  • Ophelia: By me? What do you mean?
  • Avatar: Having you gave me incredible strength. Because I wanted to protect you, no matter what.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
  • Avatar: That's why I said it's OK. Eventually, you'll become a chosen one. You're my daughter.
  • Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hi, Mother!
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: Of course. Shall we start by washing the dishes?
  • Ophelia: All right. How about these plates here? AHH!
  • (sound of bowls shattering)
  • Ophelia: Aw, Mother, I broke the plates. Again. I'm sorry.
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: Heehee, that's true! How splendid, Ophelia.

With Azura (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • 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 Edit

  • 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 Edit

  • 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.

With Felicia (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • 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. If only 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! Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals... if you break something, it's best to be honest about it and apologize right away...
  • 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 Edit

  • 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 Edit

  • 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! (crash) 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.

With Mozu (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • 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! *crash* 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.

With Camilla (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
  • Camilla: Oh dear. What's wrong? Did something bad happen?
  • Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
  • Camilla: Oh! So you're just hungry then?
  • Ophelia: You know me so well.
  • Camilla: Well of course I do, Ophelia. After all, I am 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!
  • Camilla: Heehee. That's be wonderful.
  • Ophelia: First, we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
  • Camilla: I get the hint, dear. I'll make you a sandwich in a moment.
  • Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
  • Camilla: What a kind offer. Can you find us a few plates, dear?
  • Ophelia: No problem! I've got it under contr- AHH! *crash* Mother! Oh no! My shattered-plate fortune-telling has revealed a dire event in our future.
  • Camilla: Now, Ophelia, if you break a dish, the polite thing to so is apologize.
  • Ophelia: You're right, I'm sorry.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: *sigh*
  • Camilla: Ophelia, sweetheart. What's on your mind?
  • Ophelia: Chosen ones really do see everything, don't they?
  • Camilla: Why don't you tell me what's on your mind? I'd love to help, if I can.
  • Ophelia: Well, I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one?
  • Camilla: Why do you doubt yourself?
  • Ophelia: It's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
  • Camilla: Is that all, dear? Don't you worry. One day, you'll be a chosen one too!
  • Ophelia: How could you understand my feelings? You're already so strong!
  • Camilla: You know I wasn't always this way, right?
  • Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
  • Camilla: My power didn't come from being a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Really?
  • Camilla: Take a guess. Who do you think I was chosen by?
  • Ophelia: Hmm... Fate? Or the gods perhaps?
  • Camilla: Heehee, good try. It was you, Ophelia. You chose me.
  • Ophelia: I-I did? How is that possible?
  • Camilla: Your birth gave me incredible fortitude. I knew that I had to protect you, no matter what happened.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
  • Camilla: So, don't you fret, dear. I know that one day you'll be powerful, just like I am.
  • Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hello, Mother!
  • Camilla: Ah, Ophelia! You're in high spirits today.
  • Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a tide pool of despair.
  • Camilla: I'm glad I could help you escape.
  • Ophelia: Now that I moved past that darkness. I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
  • Camilla: Wow. All that? Why are you so curious all the sudden?
  • 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.
  • Camilla: 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.
  • Camilla: Very well. Since you're so passionate, I'll impart what wisdom I can.
  • Ophelia: Oh, thank you, Mother! Why don't we start with some chores?
  • Camilla: Yes. Maybe something simple, like washing the dishes?
  • Ophelia: Let's start small. How about that pile over there? AHH! *crash* Umm, I broke the dishes. Again. I'm very sorry, Mother.
  • Camilla: Oh my. Well, at least you apologized right away this time.
  • Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
  • Camilla: I'd expect nothing less from you, Ophelia. You're a very good girl.

With Elise (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • 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: Fiirst 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! *crash* 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 Edit

  • 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 Edit

  • 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! 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!

With Peri (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
  • Peri: Oh no! What happened, sweetie? Did someone hurt you?
  • Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
  • Peri: OH! I get it! You're just hungry, right?
  • Ophelia: Yes! You know me so well.
  • Peri: Heehee! Of 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. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.
  • Peri: Heehee! That'd be so much fun!
  • Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
  • Peri: OK! I'll whip up a tasty snack right away!
  • Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
  • Peri: Can you find us some plates?
  • Ophelia: You bet! I predict that this will be the most delicio-AHH! *crash* Mother! The way these plates shattered foretells a dire event in our future...
  • Peri: Hey! Ophelia, you really should apologize right away if you break something!
  • Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: *sigh*
  • Peri: Ophelia, is something worrying you?
  • Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
  • Peri: You got that right! Now please, tell me what's up.
  • Ophelia: I've been wondering. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
  • Peri: Huh? Why do you ask?
  • Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
  • Peri: Is that all? Don't worry so much! You'll be a chosen one someday too!
  • Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so powerful already.
  • Peri: I wasn't always this way.
  • Ophelia: Huh?
  • Peri: I'll let you in on a secret. I only became stronger AFTER becoming a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Really?
  • Peri: Do you know who chose me?
  • Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?
  • Peri: Nope! Good try. The truth is, I was chosen by you!
  • Ophelia: By me? How is that possible?
  • Peri: I became much stronger after you were born into this world. And I knew that, since I'm your mama, I'd have to protect you, no matter what!
  • Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
  • Peri: So don't you fret! I'm sure someday you'll become a chosen one, just like me.
  • Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hi, Mother!
  • Peri: Ophelia, good morning! You look so cheerful today!
  • Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
  • Peri: Oh! Glad to hear 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.
  • Peri: Huh? Why, Honey?
  • 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.
  • Peri: Heehee. That makes sense.
  • 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.
  • Peri: OK! I'd be happy to instruct you, sweetie.
  • Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
  • Peri: We sure can. Let's see how you do with washing a few dishes.
  • Ophelia: All right. How about these ones here? AHHH! *crash* Aw, I broke a plate. Again. I'm sorry, Mother.
  • Peri: Huh? Ophelia, you apologized right away this time!
  • Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide from their mistakes, right?
  • Peri: You got it! You're such a good girl.

With Selena (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Mother, my situation is dire.
  • Selena: Ophelia, what's wrong?! Did something bad happen?!
  • Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
  • Selena: Seriously? You're just hungry?
  • Ophelia: That's right! You understand me so well, Mother.
  • Selena: Heh, of 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 bit jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.
  • Selena: Heh, that would be wonderful.
  • Ophelia: We'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly first.
  • Selena: All right, I'll make you a snack.
  • Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
  • Selena: Can you grab those bowls for me?
  • Ophelia: You bet! Leave it to me. AHH!
  • (Crashing sounds in the background)
  • Ophelia: Mother! According to my shattered-bowl fortune-telling--
  • Selena: Now listen, Ophelia. If you break something, just apologize, OK?
  • Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry. 

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: *sigh*
  • Selena: Ophelia, is something on your mind? You look worried.
  • Ophelia: Ahh, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
  • Selena: You know it. Why not talk to me? Who knows, maybe I can give you some advice.
  • Ophelia: Well, I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
  • Selena: Huuuuh? Why do you ask?
  • Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
  • Selena: Oh dear, is that all? Don't be so concerned. Someday, you'll be a chosen one too.
  • Ophelia: You don't understand how I feel. You're so powerful already.
  • Selena: You know I wasn't always this way, right?
  • Ophelia: What do you mean?
  • Selena: My true strength came after I was already a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Really?
  • Selena: Take a guess. Who do you think chose me?
  • Ophelia: Fate? Or the gods maybe?
  • Selena: Nope. Good try. It was you, silly.
  • Ophelia: M-me? I don't understand...
  • Selena: Your birth made me stronger than I ever thought possible, Ophelia. I knew I had to protect you, no matter what occurred.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
  • Selena: So, don't worry yourself so much. Eventually you will be a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Oh my. Thank you, Mother.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Greetings, Mother!
  • Selena: Ah, 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.
  • Selena: I'm glad I could help you feel a bit better.
  • Ophelia: Now that I have moved past the darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
  • Selena: That would be quite a bit of work. Why are you so curious now, dear?
  • 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.
  • Selena: 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.
  • Selena: I'll take you under my wing. But don't expect me to go easy on you, OK?
  • Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
  • Selena: Sure. How about you wash that pile of dirty dishes?
  • Ophelia: OK! You mean this pile here? AHH!
  • (Crashing sounds)
  • Ophelia: Umm, I broke the plates. Again. I'm sorry, Mother.
  • Selena: Hey, at least you apologized promptly this time.
  • Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
  • Selena: Heehee. You're learning already.

With Beruka (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Mother, my situation is dire.
  • Beruka: How so? Are you OK?
  • Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
  • Beruka: Oh. You're just hungry?
  • Ophelia: That's right! You know me so well.
  • Beruka: Of course I do. I am 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.
  • Beruka: Heh. I would love that.
  • Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
  • Beruka: Fine. I'll make you a quick meal.
  • Ophelia: Let me help! What do you want me to do?
  • Beruka: Hmm. Can you grab the bowls, please?
  • Ophelia: Of course! Leave it to me. AHH!
  • Ophelia: Mother! According to my shattered-bowl fortune-telling—
  • Beruka: Ophelia, just apologize for breaking the dish.
  • Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: *sigh*
  • Beruka: What's on your mind, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
  • Beruka: Of course we do. Did something happen? I'm always willing to listen.
  • Ophelia: I've been wondering. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
  • Beruka: Why do you ask?
  • Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
  • Beruka: Is that all? Ophelia, don't worry. You can certainly become one.
  • Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so powerful already.
  • Beruka: I wasn't always like this, you know.
  • Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
  • Beruka: I became stronger after becoming a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Really?
  • Beruka: It's true. Do you know who chose me?
  • Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?
  • Beruka: Heh, not quite. No, I was chosen by you.
  • Ophelia: By me? How is that possible?
  • Beruka: I became stronger when you were born into this world, Ophelia. I knew that I'd have to protect you from harm, no matter what.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
  • Beruka: Don't worry so much. Someday you'll become a chosen one too.
  • Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Good morning, Mother!
  • Beruka: Why hello, Ophelia. You look so happy.
  • Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
  • Beruka: Hmm, I see. Glad to hear you're feeling better.
  • 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.
  • Beruka: Why the sudden interest?
  • Ophelia: 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.
  • Beruka: Heehee, is that right.
  • 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.
  • Beruka: All right, if you insist.
  • Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
  • Beruka: Sure. Why don't you wash that pile of dishes over there.
  • Ophelia: All right. You mean these ones right her— AHHH!

(Crashing sounds)

  • Ophelia: Umm, I broke a plate. Again. I'm very sorry, Mother.
  • Beruka: Hmm, well at least you apologized right away this time.
  • Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
  • Beruka: That's true. You're learning already.

With Odin (Father) Edit

C Support Edit

  • 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.
  • 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 Edit

  • 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 the riveting scene where 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 a hold 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 Edit

  • 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 the 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 you 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 dies 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 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 support those around us who do have those abilities. Coming up with a 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 b 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!

With Effie (Mother) Edit

With Nyx (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
  • Nyx: Tell me what's wrong, dear.
  • Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
  • Nyx: Ahhh, why not just say you're hungry?
  • Ophelia: Haha! You know me so well.
  • Nyx: Naturally. After all, I am 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.
  • Nyx: Heehee. That would really be something.
  • Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
  • Nyx: Yes, of course. I'll make us a nice lunch.
  • Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
  • Nyx: How about finding a couple of bowls for us to use?
  • Ophelia: You bet! I predict that this will be the most delicio— AHHH!
  • Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals a dire event in our future.
  • Nyx: Ophelia, just apologize for breaking the dish.
  • Ophelia: OK, you're right. I'm sorry.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: *sigh*
  • Nyx: What are you fretting over, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: Wow. Chosen ones really can see everything.
  • Nyx: You're right about that. Now why don't you tell me what's on your mind?
  • Ophelia: I've been wondering. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
  • Nyx: Why are you so concerned about that?
  • Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
  • Nyx: That's it? Darling, it's fine. You can certainly become a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're already so powerful.
  • Nyx: You know, I wasn't always this way.
  • Ophelia: Huh?
  • Nyx: It's true. You could say that I became stronger after I was chosen.
  • Ophelia: Really?
  • Nyx: Do you know who chose me?
  • Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?
  • Nyx: Good guess, but no. It was you, Ophelia. You chose me.
  • Ophelia: I did?
  • Nyx: Having you granted me incredible strength. I knew that, no matter what, I had to protect you.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
  • Nyx: So you don't need to worry. I'm sure that one day you'll become a chosen one too.
  • Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Good morning, Mother!
  • Nyx: Hello, Ophelia. You look so cheerful today.
  • Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a tide pool of despair.
  • Nyx: Oh my. Well I'm glad you're feeling better. That's wonderful, darling.
  • 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.
  • Nyx: What's gotten into you? Why are you so excited all of a sudden?
  • 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.
  • Nyx: 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.
  • Nyx: OK. If you insist, I'll impart what I can.
  • Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
  • Nyx: Sure. Let's begin by washing those dirty dishes over there.
  • Ophelia: All right! You mean these ones right her— AHHH!
  • (Crashing sounds)
  • Ophelia: Umm, I broke a plate. Again. I'm very sorry, Mother.
  • Nyx: You apologized right away this time.
  • Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
  • Nyx: Heehee, that's true, dear.

With Charlotte (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
  • Charlotte: Oh no! What's wrong, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
  • Charlotte: Ohh, I understand. You're hungry!
  • Ophelia: You know me so well.
  • Charlotte: Well of course I do! After all, I am 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!
  • Charlotte: Heehee. That would be wonderful.
  • Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
  • Charlotte: OK, OK! I'll go whip up something yummy.
  • Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
  • Charlotte: How about you grab us a few bowls.
  • Ophelia: Sure thing! I've got it under contr— AHH!
  • Ophelia: Mother! These shattered bowls foretell a dire event in our future...
  • Charlotte: Ophelia, just apologize if you broke the bowl. It's the polite thing to do.
  • Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: *sigh*
  • Charlotte: Ophelia, you look upset. Is something troubling you?
  • Ophelia: Chosen ones really do see everything, don't they?
  • Charlotte: You're obviously upset. Just tell me what happened. Maybe I can help.
  • Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
  • Charlotte: Huh? Why would you ask me that?
  • Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
  • Charlotte: Is that all? Don't worry so much! I have nothing but faith in you.
  • Ophelia: You don't understand how I feel! You're so strong already.
  • Charlotte: You know I wasn't always this way, right?
  • Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
  • Charlotte: My strength came after I became a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Really? How is that possible?
  • Charlotte: Ophelia, who do you think chose me?
  • Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods perhaps?
  • Charlotte: Nope! It was you, Ophelia. You chose me.
  • Ophelia: I did?
  • Charlotte: Your birth made me stronger than I ever thought possible. I wanted to protect you, make sure nothing bad ever happened.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
  • Charlotte: Everything will be fine, sweetie. In time, you'll be a chosen one too!
  • Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hello, Mother!
  • Charlotte: Good morning, sweetie. You're looking cheerful today!
  • Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
  • Charlotte: That's what I'm here for, silly.
  • 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.
  • Charlotte: Why are you so excited all of a sudden?
  • 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.
  • Charlotte: 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.
  • Charlotte: Listen, I won't be easy on you. But I'll train you to become a rough and tough warrior, just like me!
  • Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
  • Charlotte: Perfect. Why don't you wash those dirty dishes?
  • Ophelia: OK! You mean this pile here? AHHH!
  • (Crashing sounds)
  • Ophelia: Oh no! I broke a plate. I'm so sorry, Mother.
  • Charlotte: Hey! You apologized right away this time.
  • Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
  • Charlotte: Heehee. At least you're learning!

With Kagero (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • 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! *crash* 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 Edit

  • 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 Edit

  • 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! *crash* 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.

With Orochi (Mother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • 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! *crash* 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 Edit

  • 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 Edit

  • 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! *crash* 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.

With Male Kana Edit

C Support Edit

  • Kana: Errrrgh... Errrrgh...
  • Ophelia: Kana! You're going to put out your back, carrying that chest!
  • Kana: It's worth it. I've got to keep my treasure with me at all times. Wanna see inside?
  • Ophelia: Ooooh! Quite a collection of gemstones you have there! Each one, a miracle of the earth! Born of rocky gestation! Each with an aura of splendid color and rarified quality!
  • Kana: Er, right. But what do you mean, my gems have auras?
  • Ophelia: You know, like halos. Each one of those stones has uniquely radiating energy.
  • Kana: I don't see it. They're not glowing. Maybe if I squint? Anyway, you like gemstones too, huh, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: Gems speak to the deepest part of me. The mystic me! The eternal me! To you, that looks like a sapphire. And that one? Quartz. But to my eyes, that is an Ultimate Heart of Blueness! The other? That is a Stone of Scintillating Fortuosity! Your whole chest contains such mystical gems.
  • Kana: Wow. I thought they were just pretty. Actually, this is my collection of potential dragonstones. Anything that looks like it might be a dragonstone—plop, into the box! They almost never turn out to be one. It's nice to have a chest of gems though.
  • Ophelia: They may not be dragonstones, but they all possess special qualities. Only I can sense it.
  • Kana: Really? Then would you like to come on my next gem hunt with me?
  • Ophelia: You'll show me where you've found all of these stones?
  • Kana: Of course. As long as you help me see the stones through your eyes!
  • Ophelia: A fair trade of expertise.
  • Kana: I'll grab you the next time I go.
  • Ophelia: Oh, fair finger of fate, thank you for pointing me toward dear Kana!

B Support Edit

  • Kana: Here's the canyon where I find all of my gemstones, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: Oooh! Look at them, peering out of the rock like bright, little eyes. But I can feel many more underground. Their energies serenade my soul.
  • Kana: I tend to find red gems over there. I think I see one.
  • Ophelia: Ah—a Scarab Bloodberyl!
  • Kana: Blue ones are over there. See 'em?
  • Ophelia: Lovely! Their energy signature is like thunder on the windowpane of my heart! I've never seen the like, but they are surely imbued with spirits.
  • Kana: Hey! There's a new one. It's sort of shaped like... a star?
  • Ophelia: An Imperial Celestialstone? Hmm... maybe. We should take it for sure. Ha ha! I need to do my part to find some stones on my own. I made something to help me locate them—a dowsing rod of sorts.
  • Kana: Neat. Let me see!
  • Ophelia: It's this pendant. You hold it in your hand... and then... watch it swing. Its pendulous motion is influenced by the presence of powerful stones.
  • Kana: No way!
  • Ophelia: The closer you get to a stone—?
  • Kana: The faster it swings? Amazing.
  • Ophelia: Why don't we turn this into a game? You search your way, I'll search with mine.
  • Kana: You're on, Ophelia. Let's start!
  • Ophelia: Ha ha! I've found a bountiful harvest of gemstones.
  • Kana: Wow. That pendant of yours really does the trick.
  • Ophelia: And these stones all positively throb with power. They'll be very useful.
  • Kana: It seems that you've won. But I don't care. I'm just happy you're happy.
  • Ophelia: I can barely contain my happiness at this moment. I may burst. Thank you for showing me this special place, Kana.
  • Kana: Of course. It's been fun!

A Support Edit

  • Kana: Ugh...
  • Ophelia: Your spirits seem crushed to dust, Kana. Whatever could be wrong?
  • Kana: You know all those gemstones we found? Mama said I could keep only one.
  • Ophelia: One?! A travesty!
  • Kana: My treasure chest broke, and all of my other gems spilled out too. So Mama said I've got to pick just a single stone out of all of them.
  • Ophelia: Well, all is not lost.
  • Kana: What do you mean?
  • Ophelia: Pick your favorite. Then I'll use my magic on all the other ones. I'll draw out their energy, and then imbue your favorite with them. Then you can do your mama's bidding, returning all the stones to nature. Yet you'll still hold the essence of them all in your hand.
  • Kana: That's not the same at all. And it sounds complicated.
  • Ophelia: A hundred gems in one? That's better, Kana! A truly unique gem.
  • Kana: All right. I get it now. What a great idea, Ophelia! How do you think up such great stuff?
  • Ophelia: Scribes could write for a year of notions in my head—and still have years to go. Now, pick your favorite gem.
  • Kana: This one! This one! The star-shaped one we found!
  • Ophelia: A fair choice. Now, prepare to witness magic unparalleled in this world or any other... Oh, earthen deities! Hear my plea! Divest these gems of their eternalness! Swirl their essences into a rainbow blenditude—pour it into this one stone!
  • Kana: Is it working?
  • Ophelia: Oh, wasn't it obvious? Yes. Your stone is now a virtual treasure chest of gems.
  • Kana: It is? Thanks, Ophelia! Is there anything you can't do?
  • Ophelia: I humbly say... that there isn't. I'm glad to help you, Kana, with anything you ever need in this life or any other.
  • Kana: Thanks, Ophelia!

With Male Kana (Brother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Kana: Hey, Ophelia! Wanna go on patrol with me?
  • Ophelia: You mean right now?
  • Kana: Mhm! I want to help everyone out as much as possible! Which for now means patrolling. Are you in?
  • Ophelia: Of course! I never refuse the call to wander. The wild beckons!
  • Kana: Yay! Let's go!
  • Ophelia: Indeed. Er—Wait. Do you intend for us to venture forth alone?
  • Kana: Yup! We'll be OK, though. I've been practicing a whole lot.
  • Ophelia: Kana, I may be a chosen one, but you are a child! It is too dangerous for you to be patrolling without a larger escort.
  • Kana: I'll be fine! No bad guys can threaten us as long as we have our Special Sibling Powers!
  • Ophelia: Special Sibling Powers...? Oh! Yes! The ability to manipulate the occult forces that bind our blood! A family line cursed with a dark power, forbidden in the realm of mortals... We shall need to work on the name, though. I propose "The Kin-Blot"!
  • Kana: Heehee. Does that mean you're OK with going on patrol?
  • Ophelia: Yes. This patrol will be a trial by fire for you. Your gate to the path of the warrior. Kana, ahead of you stands your destiny! Do you dare seize it?!
  • Kana: Yes, ma'am! But I was actually thinking we could go patrolling every day... Does that mean I'll become a new kind of warrior every day too?
  • Ophelia: E-every day? Are you sure?
  • Kana: Yeah! I mean, patrols need to be done every day anyway. Why not us?
  • Ophelia: O-OK! Fine! Everyday it is then! A chosen one can never show fatigue!
  • Kana: Is something the matter?
  • Ophelia: Oh, nothing. I'm just...relishing the thought of spending every day ranging the country for foes! Yup, just can't wait to go on patrol! Every...single...day.
  • Kana: Heehee! This is gonna be fun!

With Female Kana (Daughter) Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kana: Mama! Mama!
  • Ophelia: Hark! What trouble beckons from the deep? 
  • Kana: Look, I picked some pretty flowers for you! They're yellow like the sun!
  • Ophelia: Oh, thank you for this bounty, little one. Do I sense some kind of magic at work? It must be, for I find them... enchanting. What a rare gift - magic flowers!
  • Kana: Do you really like them?
  • Ophelia: I do! What's come over you, though? You've been bringing me so many flowers lately. 
  • Kana: I just remembered that when I was real little, we'd go looking at flowers together. You always smiled so much, and I love your smile, Mama! So I decided to start bringing you lots and lots of flowers to help you smile!
  • OpheliaAww, my little chosen one, your lambent face could light even the inkiest night. I have to ask for a favor, though... 
  • Kana: Anything, Mama. What do you need?
  • Ophelia: Remember how I told you that flowers breathe also the mystical breath of life? Well, when you pick one, this breath is smothered. And we don't want to plunge the pretty flowers into infinate darkness, do we? 
  • Kana: Oh no! I've been hurting them?! It was an accident! I'm so sorry, flowers! 
  • 'Ophelia': No, Kana! Stay the daisy-dimmed tide of sorrow! The flowers suffer no longer. I just need you to promise not to pick any more flowers, OK? 
  • Kana: OK! B-but...if I don't pick them, then how can I show you all the neat flowers I find?
  • Avatar: Hm... Next time you find a floral gem such as this, come to me. I will go with you, and we can bask in its brilliance together! Would you like that? 
  • Kana: Really? You won't be too busy?
  • Ophelia: Perish the thought!
  • Kana: OK, then it's a deal! We'll go look at all the nice flowers together! That's a promise, Mama!

B SupportEdit

  • Kana: La la lalala-la-la-la! ♪ And now it's Mama time!
  • Ophelia: Well, you certianly look happy today, Kana!
  • Kana: Heehee! Yep! It's 'cause I just found the best flowers for us to look at! You're going to love them. I'm sure of it! Look! There they are, Mama. Right over there.
  • Ophelia: Oh, my! These wild glories must contain some dark power. They draw me against my will... No, Ophelia! No! Stay the hand! Do not pick them! Even though they're... so... beautiful... Ooooh.
  • Kana: I know - and I love this color! It's so pretty, and the petals are so soft... They reminded me of you, Mama.
  • OpheliaAww, shucks... I mean, um, your kindness brings song to my blighted heart, Kana.  
  • Kana: Don't be embarrassed, Mama! I might love flowers, but I love you even more! 
  • Ophelia: And I love YOU even more then that! Your smiling face is prettier then a thousand blossoms! 
  • Kana: Wow! Really? Yay!
  • Ophelia: Oh, that reminds me: I have something special to show you.
  • Kana: Oooh. Is it something good? Can I see it right now? What is it?
  • Ophelia: Teehee! Now, now, sweetie, you must calm the beast of anticipation. I don't have it right now, but it's -
  • Kana: Ah! Wait! Don't tell me! I don't want to ruin the surprise!  
  • Ophelia: Ok. Ok. I'll just keep it stashed away in my magic vault until we can look at it together! 

A SupportEdit

  • Kana: Mama, I'm here! Where is that thing you wanted to show me?
  • OpheliaBehold! 
  • Kana: Oh wow! This is such a big book! And look at all these flowers! Where did you get them all?
  • OpheliaThese are all the flowers you've been bringing me! I pressed them between the pages and dried them to shield them from evil spirits!
  • Kana: This is amazing! Like, really, really amazing! I hadn't realized how many flowers I'd brought you. Look, there are the yellow daisies I gave you the other day! Thank you for taking such good care of the flowers I got you.
  • Ophelia: And thank you for all the flowers and love you've given me! With this book I'll be able to bask in their splendors for a long time to come. 
  • Kana: You're welcome! It was my pleasure!
  • Ophelia: You know, we didn't pluck those white flowers we saw together the other day... But we did pluck something of a higher value. We plucked memories! Sweet brain jewels to be treasured for all time. And I only hope we find many more just like them. 
  • Kana: Me too! I wish we could be together forever, Mama, I love you so much! 
  • Avatar: And I you! I vow to shield you from evil until the end of time. Now, come, we must away! Our quest for new flowers has only just begun!  

With Shigure Edit

C Support Edit

  • Shigure: The maiden fair had golden hair! ♪ Unbraided, it spread everywhere!
  • Ophelia: What a lovely song. Is that Shigure who wields such an angelic voice? He seems to have quite the audience. Birds! Gathered to hear him!
  • Shigure: Ah, Ophelia!
  • Ophelia: Please, continue. I didn't mean to interrupt a song of such incredible power!
  • Shigure: Power? Oh, no. It's just a little ballad. I'm not like my mother.
  • Ophelia: But your voice has drawn in all these birds—hundreds of them. Clearly some untold power within your heart is trickling out as you sing.
  • Shigure: Surely not. They must have been here when I arrived.
  • Ophelia: Perhaps. But then again, I read in a magic tome just yesterday... There is power in song itself, at least for those you sing brilliantly. Those who master singing can summon a bird of legend. It is the bird of birds, a master of masters! Its song enchants all who hear it.
  • Shigure: How incredible!
  • Ophelia: I know many incredible things. Now, may I ask a favor of you?
  • Shigure: Oh-oh. Really, Ophelia, I just wanted to sing a bit to clear my head.
  • Ophelia: You must summon this creature of legend! The bird of birds! Master of masters! I think your singing is winning enough to lure this mystic fowl.
  • Shigure: Impossible, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: What?! You must!
  • Shigure: I don't mean to be rude. I just don't think I can summon that bird.
  • Ophelia: Don't underestimate yourself. Did you not summon all these sacred birds?
  • Shigure: They're not sacred. They're just...average, everyday, ordinary birds.
  • Ophelia: I will prove that your voice has the power to summon the powerful. You sang me to your side, after all.
  • Shigure: Well, if you insist... I'll do my best to call upon this legendary bird.
  • Ophelia: No way. Seriously?!
  • Shigure: Yes. There's a forest nearby. Let's plan a trip there.
  • Ophelia: I can't wait, Shigure. We'll surely lure that magic fowl into the open.

B Support Edit

  • Shigure: All right, Ophelia. Here's a wood where I know are a lot of birds.
  • Ophelia: Ah! A place of power! I can feel it in my entire being! We'll be certain to find that legendary bird here. Now, just sing it out of hiding.
  • Shigure: You're sure about this?
  • Ophelia: Sure as I can be. In truth, this bird is shrouded in mystery. Little is known. Little more than its song enchants all who hear it.
  • Shigure: What? And we came all that way out here based on only that? Might as well try this out... *ahem* Gather round to hear a merry tale! ♪ Of a boy who stepped on a rusty nail!
  • Ophelia: It's working, Shigure. Look at all the birds—they're flocking near! Pigeons, though. And crows. Maybe a sparrow or two. No legendary bird... Keep singing. It's sure to work.
  • Shigure: The nail went through the boy's shoe! ♪ Up he leapt, and up he flew!
  • Ophelia: What a nice song, Shigure, and sung in such a pretty way. Our bird is sure to be lured by such a heartfelt ode to a misplaced foot. Perhaps if I help...? Legendary bird! Fantastic fowl! Hear our call! Buh-caw buh-caw!
  • Shigure: Ophelia... You're scaring the birds away.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I was only trying to help.
  • Shigure: I know, but if this is going to work, you need to be patient. Birds come and go in their own time.
  • Ophelia: You're right. I am at fault. I'm afraid I've thrown off the energy of this place.
  • Shigure: Let's come back another time, when all these ruffled feathers are...uh...not.
  • Ophelia: I'll lend my spells to the effort next time. Yes! I can amplify your voice with gemstones of power!
  • Shigure: Th-that seems like a bad idea.
  • Ophelia: Here's what you do: get your mother's pendant and bring it next time. With an artifact like that, your voice could call a shooting star!
  • Shigure: Please, no. I'll summon the bird of legend with only my own voice.
  • Ophelia: That's the spirit, Shigure. Truly, you are a birdmaster of eternity. I look forward to seeing you warble your way to success.
  • Shigure: Ah, yes? Yes. I will.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: No matter what you sing, we can't get that legendary bird to show up...
  • Shigure: I've sung almost every song I know.
  • Ophelia: Maybe that bird is too picky.
  • Shigure: Or might not visit these woods.
  • Ophelia: After all your singing too...
  • Shigure: Perhaps the bird has flown off into legend—never to return.
  • Ophelia: It happens.
  • Shigure: Don't get upset, Ophelia. I know you wanted to hear that bird sing. I know that I pale in comparison, but I'll be glad to sing for you.
  • Ophelia: You've been singing this whole time. Thank you, but it won't cheer me up.
  • Shigure: This song will be different. Haven't you noticed how the birds sing with me? Once they know my melody, they all start chirping along. It's adorable.
  • Ophelia: They do? How could I have missed that?!
  • Shigure: My feathered friends and I will be glad to lighten your mood... *ahem* Shall we sing of a summer's day? ♪ When cows are a-milk and eating hay? Or shall we sing of a winter's night? ♪ When flakes are a-snow and lacy white?
  • Ophelia: What sort of song is that, Shigure? It sounds like a campfire round. The birds are singing! And I too... I wish to join you! Your melody stirs the dusk of my soul, around and around and—Wait! Could it be?!
  • Shigure: What is it, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: I'm enchanted to the core. I think I just heard the legendary bird.
  • Shigure: What? Where?!
  • Ophelia: As written in my magic tome, the bird enchants all who hear it. Also—I just remembered—that innumerable voices will join the song. You're the bird, Shigure. YOU'RE THE BIRD!
  • Shigure: I am? Then, er, are we calling this all a success?
  • Ophelia: Yes. Now, one more request. I hope it's not too much trouble. Will you and your feathered followers sing for me whenever my soul is troubled? Or any other time really.
  • Shigure: It will be our pleasure, Ophelia.

S Support Edit

  • Ophelia: You're amazing, Shigure.
  • Shigure: Oh! Am I? What did I do now?
  • Ophelia: Every time you sing with the birds in the woods—it's miraculous. The birds follow you in song. It's like you control their every note. And the songs you sing—Shigure, you stir the dusk in my soul to overflowing.
  • Shigure: That's good, right?
  • Ophelia: Good? It's extraordinary. All my dusk bursts out of me like sparkly bubbles. It puts me in a state of extreme power. It makes me infinitely more Ophelia.
  • Shigure: Glad to help. Still, you are much more amazing than I am. I just sing. But you have all that dusk inside.
  • Ophelia: Oh? Y-you've noticed? Well, as the chosen one, I am fated to have these surges of incredibleness. What's more, I love it when I find sparkly things in the eternal night.
  • Shigure: Ha! No one could sparkle more than you, Ophelia. I'm drawn to it like a moth to a chandelier.
  • Ophelia: Me? A chandelier? Are you just buttering me up?
  • Shigure: Not at all. I love being at your side. You love hearing me sing. It was very sweet of you to say that my voice made the bird of legend. I'd be delighted to whisper tweet nothings in your ear forever.
  • Ophelia: Puns too? I do love sparkling wit.
  • Shigure: May I remain at your side? I've grown very fond of you, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: Fate would have it no other way.
  • Shigure: Is that a yes?
  • Ophelia: A song cannot exist without two. A mouth! An ear! Fate has paired OUR mouth and ear. You and I are along for the ride!
  • Shigure: So...is that a yes?
  • Ophelia: Plainspoken. I admire that. Then let my words be a contract writ in the stars! Yes, I say.
  • Shigure: Whew! Thank you, Ophelia!

With Shigure (Brother) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hmm... I wonder where Shigure went. Normally I wouldn't look for him in the hills and fields... But I couldn't find him anywhere around the camp.
  • Shigure: *singing*
  • Ophelia: Ah, there he is! Huh, so he was out here after all. I wonder why he's just sitting on that tree stump? And who are all those peop— What?! Those aren't people! They're forest animals! Rabbits, squirrels...even wolves. What in the name of the gods is going on...? Wow... They're all sitting together quietly.
  • Shigure: I think that's enough for one day. How did you like it?
  • Ophelia: I-it looks like he's telling them a story.
  • Shigure: Ahh? Who's there?! Oh no! Come back!
  • Ophelia: Uh-oh. The animals all ran away. Umm, sorry, Shigure. I didn't mean to frighten them. It's all my fault.
  • Shigure: You just startled them Ophelia. And you startled me too! But don't worry about it. They can't help being a little shy. So tell me, what are you doing all the way out here?
  • Ophelia: Well, I came here searching for you. You and I are siblings, and yet we barely know each other. Fate led us to grow up in different lands. Oh, my dearest brother... Can't we steal back time from the merciless gods and chat to our heart's content?
  • Shigure: Ohh. I don't know what to say. I'm really not the most interesting person around... You might be better off trying to make friends with people who are more outgoing.
  • Ophelia: What?! That's simply untrue.
  • Shigure: Please, don't feel obligated to try and be my friend, just because we're related. Honestly, I'm not in the most social mood right now. If you'll excuse me...

(Shigure leaves)

  • Ophelia: Wait! Don't go, Brother! How rude...

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hmm... I haven't seen Shigure anywhere around camp today. Shine bright, star of eternity, and lead onward to my dear brother... To the soothing meadow of relaxation—the quiet clearing deep in the mountain forest. I seek he who is engrossed in conversation with servants of the goddess. Heehee! I knew he'd be here! Shigure!
  • Shigure: Ophelia?! What are you doing out here? Ah! Oh no! Wait!
  • Ophelia: Oh dear. I seem to have frightened them once again. They certainly are quick. I'm sorry, Shigure.
  • Shigure: Oh, don't worry about it. They aren't used to other people being around here. It's easy to startle them.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I see... It's truly amazing that you get along with these creatures so well. We may have the same parents, but we are very different people. I could never do what do what you do.
  • Shigure: Why were you looking for me again? Did you need something?
  • Ophelia: Yes! I haven't given up. It would mean a lot to me if we could spend time together. After all, you're my only brother in the whole world.
  • Shigure: That's true. Well sure, we can hang out if it really means that much to you. I appreciate that you want to get to know who I am. Listen, I'm sorry for being rude the other day. The last thing I want to do is let you down.
  • Ophelia: Really? Would you mind if I stayed here for a little while? Oh! Maybe you could call back those animal friends of yours.
  • Shigure: The animals... Ah well. I don't think they'll want to come back while you're here.
  • Ophelia: What? But why? But they all seem to love you so much. If that's true, shouldn't I be able to make friends with them as well? Do you have any secret advice for me?
  • Shigure; Hmm... I'm not sure if this will help, but... Animals are highly attuned to the feelings of people around them. Most likely, they detected something in you that drove them off. They were fine until you got here, so I think it was definitely related.
  • Ophelia: To me? But I never once considered them my enemies!
  • Shigure: They can sense what you were thinking. Were you sizing them up to figure out which one might make a tasty dinner? Even just for a moment?
  • Ophelia: How dare you ask such a question! That's no way to treat a sweet maiden such as myself.
  • Shigure: Of course, I'm sorry. That's just the biggest reason I could think of for them to run away. I appreciate how sincere you are about befriending them. I'll try to think of what can be done to make them feel safe around you. I'm happy to help out my adorable sister.
  • Ophelia: Really? How exciting, Shigure!

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hey, Shigure...
  • Shigure: What's the matter, Ophelia? You look unhappy. Did something happen?
  • Ophelia: Well... I wanted to ask about the animals from before...
  • Shigure: Oh? Did you go to visit them while I was out and about? I'm just about to leave now, if you want to come along. Do you think you're ready to prove that you don't mean them any harm?
  • Ophelia: I've been thinking about that a great deal. Under a veil of darkness, I opened my ears to the dim whisper of my heart... And it showed a glimmer of animosity living within me at the time...
  • Shigure: What do you mean? Were you feeling some strong emotion when you arrived?
  • Ophelia: The truth is, I felt jealous of the animals. You played with them so lovingly, yet you treated me so coldly. In the moment, I got frustrated and wished that they would vanish. I'm sure that's why they ran away. I feel like a horrid person...
  • Shigure: Ophelia, I'm glad that you thought about this and talked to me.
  • Ophelia: I've decided never to return there again.
  • Shigure: Don't say that! I think you should definitely go back. You've opened up, and the animals will be able to tell you've changed. I think they'll be more welcoming.
  • Ophelia: I'm not sure...
  • Shigure: I am. You didn't have to tell me you were feeling jealous, but you did anyway. That tells me that you've got a good soul inside of you. They'll be able to tell, too. Look! There's a rabbit coming this way!
  • Ophelia: Ahh! What do I do?
  • Shigure; Just calm down... Relax, and take a breath. Quiet your mind, and be peaceful... Just think about how you want to be friends with the furry critter.
  • Ophelia: O-OK, I'll try... ... Ah! Shigure, look! Look! He's letting me pet him! How cute... It seems like he's really enjoying it...
  • Shigure: See? I told you it would all be fine.
  • Ophelia: Yes, thank goodness! This is wonderful!
  • Shigure: Now you can meet all the other animals! I think you will get along with everyone. Let's wander to the clearing in the woods. I bet your new friends will be waiting there.
  • Ophelia: Yay! Let's go, Shigure! Lead the way.

With Dwyer Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dwyer: It's about that time for coffee, isn't it? I'll just whip some up...
  • Ophelia: What an opulent array of scents!
  • Dwyer: Hi, Ophelia. It does smell good, doesn't it? Want some? My coffee is exceptional, as you might have heard.
  • Ophelia: No, thank you. What my entire being needs at this moment is something far better. I need the ember libation brewed from the leaves of life itself!
  • Dwyer: I...I've never heard of that.
  • Ophelia: Tea, I mean. Tea.
  • Dwyer: Why didn't you say so? All that "amber libation" stuff sounds so silly. I'll be glad to brew you a cup of tea though. Wait here.
  • Ophelia: Wait?! But every second passes in painful increments of torture!

(Scene transitions)

  • Dwyer: There you go, Ophelia. One cup of tea, brewed to perfection. Blow on it a bit. It's piping hot.
  • Ophelia: I am unafraid of the agony that comes before ecstasy, Dwyer. *slurp* Oh! Ouchie! DWYER!
  • Dwyer: I warned you that it was hot!
  • Ophelia: That's not it. It's...it's...divine! What scent IS this that tickles the inside of my nose? It feels as if a thousands petals are blowing through me on a heavenly breeze! There's no mistaking it. This is the tea of legend—the libation offered to the chosen ones!
  • Dwyer: Legendary tea? Well, thanks. But it's really just run-of-the-mill tea.
  • Ophelia: Perhaps, but in your hands, Dwyer? You've made it legendary! Which means...you might be a chosen one too, like me!
  • Dwyer: Really, it's just regular tea. My coffee is actually much better.
  • Ophelia: Dwyer! Let us rejoice in who you are and the legends you brew! And now... Let me challenge you to rise to your true potential as a legendary brewer. You are but a chosen bud. Bloom, Dwyer. BLOOM!
  • Dwyer: Sheesh, Ophelia. Can you take it down a notch? You're giving me a headache.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Salutations, Dwyer.
  • Dwyer: Back for another cup of tea, I see.
  • Ophelia: You degrade it with such a name.
  • Dwyer: What?
  • Ophelia: Names must expand to encapsulate a thing's grandness.
  • Dwyer: I like the sound of "tea". It's short and sweet. Saves me time.
  • Ophelia: That word is an insult to what you are able to brew.
  • Dwyer: Are you about to draw me into another one of your Ophelia tirades?
  • Ophelia: You brew a miracle that makes all other miracles ordinary! You brew a drink of legend that rises from dry leaves like the queen of phoenixes!
  • Dwyer: I...I think you mean phoenixi. I hate to correct you there. Anyway, tea is tea.
  • Ophelia: Let us come up with a fitting name for your miracle amber brew. What do you think of...Ambrus Miraculus?
  • Dwyer: How about tea?
  • Ophelia: How about... Divinitius Aquatiqus? That sounds more like it has been poured by the gods!
  • Dwyer: It is poured by me.
  • Ophelia: Volcanicus Florambia Nectaris?
  • Dwyer: Volcan-what?! Now you're just being ridiculous.
  • Ophelia: Then why don't YOU come up with a name, Dwyer!
  • Dwyer: Tea.
  • Ophelia: You have much to learn about imparting a chosen sound to names.
  • Dwyer: Chosen?
  • Ophelia: Fine, I guess I'll do this all by myself. Next time we meet, I will have mae a binding name for your "tea." Expect much—and then more. I always deliver the extraordinary!
  • Dwyer: What a pain.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Salutations, Dwyer.
  • Dwyer: Oh, no. What now?
  • Ophelia: I would like your finest cup of Maiden's Tears.
  • Dwyer: I don't have that.
  • Ophelia: All out? Then how about something else... I'd like a cup of Fallen Stars, sweetened with a drop of Moonlight Glitter.
  • Dwyer: I don't have that.
  • Ophelia: Has anyone ever told you that you're hard to work with? Then give me a cup of Pure Sublimity brewed from water of a holy tree.
  • Dwyer: ......
  • Ophelia: Oh, fine! Tea! I want tea!
  • Dwyer: Tea? Oh, yes. That I have.
  • Ophelia: Why do you have to be so stubborn?!
  • Dwyer: Tea is tea. No need to pad it with all your overfluffery.
  • Ophelia: But tea isn't in the lexicon of the chosen!
  • Dwyer: Tea by any other name is just as tasty, isn't it?
  • Ophelia: I suppose so.
  • Dwyer: Then don't waste my time by asking for the Floressence of Nimbus Past and Present. For example.
  • Ophelia: Tea—how dull.
  • Dwyer: Pardon? Still complaining? Then I won't make you that tea.
  • Ophelia: Fine! Tea is tea! I'll say it in reverse if you wish it. Tea is tea! I just want that delicious beverage only you can brew, Dwyer.
  • Dwyer: The honor is mine. Here you go. One cup of the hot stuff.
  • Ophelia: *slurpity-slurp* Ah! Even better than the last.
  • Dwyer: Then look forward to the next one. As they say—it always gets better with Dwyer.
  • Ophelia: Mmmm. I definitely will.

S Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Greetings, Dwyer.
  • Dwyer: Ophelia?!
  • Ophelia: Why so surprised to see me? You're my one and only for tea brewing.
  • Dwyer: It's...it's nothing.
  • Ophelia: Are you quite sure about that? There's something different about you. Are you lost in an unfathomable darkness? Or a labyrinth prowled by onyx beasts?
  • Dwyer: Uh, what?
  • Ophelia: I'm trying to ask if you're troubled by something, Dwyer.
  • Dwyer: You really circle the point, don't you?
  • Ophelia: I'm glad to keep it simple if it eases your burden, Dwyer. What's wrong?
  • Dwyer: I...I don't know the right way to put this, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: Out with it!
  • Dwyer: The truth is... I am bound by unbreakable chains that wrap the secret in my soul.
  • Ophelia: What say you?! Unbreakable chains?!
  • Dwyer: They bind an invisible treasure chest in which I keep my unspeakable secrets.
  • Ophelia: Invisible treasure chest?! Unspeakable secrets?!
  • Dwyer: But your approach is shaking the chains. Turning them to rust. My deepest secret is about to take wing from the dark, Ophelia. Cover your ears, or forever be changed by what I will now say... You're a goddess to me.
  • Ophelia: Who? Me? I am the chosen maiden, yes. But a goddess?
  • Dwyer: Can a mere mortal like Dwyer reach for the heavenly creature? Can even his words approach her sacred ears? The wrong utterance might chase her into the most faraway constellations.
  • Ophelia: Slow down, Dwyer! Your meaning eludes me!
  • Dwyer: I...
  • Ophelia: Yes, yes?
  • Dwyer: I think you're the most radiant flower in existence—alone in a wasteland.
  • Ophelia: You're scaring me, Dwyer. Just state it plainly. Please!
  • Dwyer: All right. I love you.
  • Ophelia: Ugh! Too plainly.
  • Dwyer: I'll try somewhere in the middle then, if you prefer.
  • Ophelia: No need. I understand, and I'm happy to hear it.
  • Dwyer: Really? That I love you?
  • Ophelia: Yes, because I have come to think of us...as two moons in the night, caught in a spiraling dance of destiny.
  • Dwyer: Er, what?
  • Ophelia: Dwyer! I can't bring myself tobe as plainspoken as you. But you must understand, right? You and I...
  • Dwyer: Say no more.
  • Ophelia: Then you realize that I too feel...
  • Dwyer: Why, yes. Yes, I do.

With Midori Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Oh, stardust, imprisoned in this crystal! Reveal my future—my destiny!
  • Midori: More of your fake fortune-telling, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: Fake? What do you know? I perform the most accurate fortune-telling of anyone!
  • Midori: The fact is that you made up your methods all by yourself.
  • Ophelia: Wh-what? Who told you that?
  • Ophelia: But yes... yes, I did. That's how I know it's the most accurate.
  • Ophelia: After all, I'm a chosen one, and I've got a great destiny ahead of me.
  • Ophelia: Given my powerful future, the fortunes I tell must be powerful too!
  • Midori: That makes no sense.
  • Midori: Besides, if you're a chosen with a chosen future, why bother with this stuff?
  • Ophelia: You can't begin to understand what it's like to bear the burden of chosenness.
  • Ophelia: Don't even try, Midori.
  • Midori: You just don't want to face reality. Who you are—here and now.
  • Ophelia: Yeah, whatever, Little Miss Smarty-Pants.
  • Ophelia: The present is dull and boring. Just like you.
  • Ophelia: I like seeing my future through sparkly glasses, thank you very much.
  • Midori: Then I'll leave you to your lies. Come chat with me anytime you want a fact check.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Mighty spirits who watch over us! Reveal my future—my destiny!
  • Midori: Still more of you fake fortune-telling Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: You again? Leave me be.
  • Midori: It's high time you stare reality in the face. You need facts, not foolishness.
  • Ophelia: You live your way. I'll live mine.
  • Ophelia: But don't be spreading lies about how my fortune-telling is a sham.
  • Midori: The fact is only your fortunes are fake. We know others who do it properly.
  • Midori: Your weird chanting doesn't do anything.
  • Ophelia: How do you know?
  • Midori: You're clearly saying things you want to hear. But it's just gibberish.
  • Ophelia: What's wrong with saying things I want to hear? It builds confidence.
  • Midori: Really...
  • Ophelia: Yes, really. Here, I'll tell your fortune. Then you'll see things my way.
  • Midori: No, thank you.
  • Ophelia: Scared? You shouldn't be. I'll tell you only the good parts of your fate.
  • Midori: I don't want to hear about the future.
  • Ophelia: Why?
  • Midori: I have enough problems in the present. People injured. People in pain.
  • Midori: I have too much to worry about in the here and now. I cannot bear to know the future.
  • Ophelia: Oh, Midori, I didn't realize...
  • Midori: So you can keep your sweet dreams.
  • Midori: Ugh. Why am I even here? I have too much to do.
  • Ophelia: By the gods, I had no idea how heavy a burden that girl is carrying.

A Support Edit

  • Midori: That last batch of medicine I made... It was a mess—unusable!
  • Ophelia: Hi, Midori.
  • Midori: Please, Ophelia. I don't have time for your nonsense now.
  • Ophelia: Spare a moment?
  • Midori: The fact is, I never have a spare moment. Not for myself. Certainly not for you.
  • Ophelia: I want to tell your future.
  • Midori: Argh! No! Stop trying to convince me!
  • Ophelia: You need your future told more than anyone I know.
  • Ophelia: I had no idea the pressure that you're under. I think I can help.
  • Midori: I...I am having a hard time. All the wounded and dying...
  • Ophelia: Could it hurt to try a fortune just once?
  • Ophelia: Please, even if you think it's silly. Do it just for fun then.
  • Midori: If you insist.
  • Ophelia: Thank you, Midori. Here we go.
  • Ophelia: Oh, stardust, imprisoned in this crystal! Reveal Midori's future—her destiny!
  • Midori: Hmph!
  • Ophelia: Wait! I'm seeing something! It's you! You're...you're...
  • Ophelia: You're smiling!
  • Midori: I am?
  • Ophelia: You're surrounded by all those you've healed. They're smiling too!
  • Ophelia: They're gathered to celebrate your life's achievements—your incredible medicines!
  • Midori: Really? That's my future?
  • Midori: That's a sweet dream, all right.
  • Ophelia: It won't be a dream if you keep working as hard as you do.
  • Midori: Ha! I hope you're right.
  • Ophelia: I know I shouldn't get so caught up in all my fanciful fortune-telling.
  • Ophelia: But I'm not you. I'd wilt if I was around as much pain as you always are.
  • Ophelia: I need my fortunes to keep me going. The world—it's so gloomy.
  • Midori: Well, the fact is that you'll always have me around to rally your spirits.
  • Ophelia: I will? Then maybe I can face reality now and then.
  • Ophelia: If i don't, I know you'll tell me to!
  • Midori: Oh, no I won't! Not anymore. Not with you around to make my future bright.
  • Midori: Thanks for being you. Ophelia.

With Siegbert Edit

C Support Edit

  • Siegbert: Greetings, Ophelia. Out for a stroll?
  • Ophelia: Well, well, well... If it isn't the royal tadpole, Siegbert.
  • Siegbert: Pardon? A tadpole, you say? Did I do something to offend you?
  • Ophelia: I've worked long and hard to become one of the chosen ones.
  • Siegbert: Chosen one? What's that?
  • Ophelia: Augh! You don't even know that? Precisely my point. A chosen one is a rare hero, chosen by fate, whom all admire. I've trained every day of my life in preparation for being a chosen one.
  • Siegbert: Yes! That's so admirable! But what have I done to offend you?
  • Ophelia: You're a chosen one by birth. You'll be a king someday without even trying!
  • Siegbert: I might become a king, but-
  • Ophelia: It's not fair.
  • Siegbert: I...I can't choose the circumstances of my birth, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: Oh, just forget I said anything.
  • Siegbert: Please, what can I say to--
  • Ophelia: Excuse me. I've got somewhere I need to be, Siegbert.

(Ophelia leaves)

  • Siegbert: Ophelia, I beg of you, stay! I didn't mean to insult you!

B Support Edit

  • Siegbert: Pardon, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: What do you want, Siegbert? Can it wait? I'm training hard to be the chosen one.
  • Siegbert: I need just a moment.
  • Ophelia: Hurry up then.
  • Siegbert: Recall the other day when you said I'm a chosen one because I'm a future king?
  • Ophelia: Yes, so?
  • Siegbert: Being born to royalty doesn't make me a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Of course it does.
  • Siegbert: I was lucky enough to be born royal. It wasn't a matter of choice.
  • Ophelia: Yes, so?
  • Siegbert: When I am king, it won't be because my people chose me.
  • Ophelia: Get to the point.
  • Siegbert: Isn't it obvious? You're a chosen one. Not me. I never could be. I'm just not incredible enough for fate to choose me. But you, Ophelia? You've worked hard for this and it shows. You are a chosen one through and through. How could fate not choose you? That's...all I had to say.

(Siegbert leaves)

  • Ophelia: Oh, Siegbert... I think I hurt that poor boy's feelings.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hey, Siegbert!
  • Siegbert: What's wrong, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: I want to say I'm sorry about the other day.
  • Siegbert: I can't imagine what you have to apologize for.
  • Ophelia: All that awful stuff I said about you being chosen by birth while I have to work for it.
  • Siegbert: Oh, that? Put it right out of your mind. I worried that I'd offended you.
  • Ophelia: No--I insulted your future role as a king, which has got to be hard on you. I always see you preparing for your future. I was a jerk, frankly.
  • Siegbert: It's all right. I'm not upset.
  • Ophelia: That's because you have the grace of a true king, Siegbert. Among many other excellent qualities. I'd choose you to be a king, even if you weren't born to it.
  • Siegbert: Very kind of you, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: You never abuse your high standing. You constantly fret about your future. If the people of your country saw that, they'd all choose you too! I know you're going to be the most incredible king ever, Siegbert.
  • Siegbert: I...I can only hope. Thank you, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: No need to thank me.
  • Siegbert: For those generous words? Yes, I do. Furthermore, I see how hard you train. You inspire me every day.
  • Ophelia: Oh, that's nice of you to notice.
  • Siegbert: How about we train together from now on? Our aspirations joined together--you, the chosen one. I, a king.
  • Ophelia: That sounds perfect, Siegbert. We were fated to be such great friends!

S Support Edit

  • Siegbert: Greetings, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: My favorite training companion! You look like you need something, Siegbert.
  • Siegbert: You're familiar with charms, chants, and so forth. May I ask you something?
  • Ophelia: For you, my vast mind is an open book. What would you like to know?
  • Siegbert: Is there any way to accurately predict the future?
  • Ophelia: Hmm. Fortune-telling of any sort is a hint wrapped in a clue. That's all.
  • Siegbert: There's no method that's better than that?
  • Ophelia: Fate is a cart with a missing wheel. It'll go in the right direction. But it wobbles, and no amount of fortune-telling will help. The only thing I can think of is if someone from the future came back in time. That person would know the details. But time-travel is impossible, of course.
  • Siegbert: It is? How sad.
  • Ophelia: What is it that you're trying to pin down about the future?
  • Siegbert: Who my wife will be.
  • Ophelia: Your wife?
  • Siegbert: You see, I know of a fantastic woman I hope would marry me. But I doubt that she would consider hitching her fate to mine.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I see. It's probably best that you can't see the future of all that.
  • Siegbert: Why not? It would be very reassuring.
  • Ophelia: That's exactly why not. What kind of proposal involves knowing the outcome? A woman needs to consent to marriage. But if you know she will...? I'd say you just go for broke. Ask! Propose! Leap into the chasm!
  • Siegbert: That sounds dangerous...
  • Ophelia: Not really. Not for you. There isn't a woman alive who'd turn down a proposal from you.
  • Siegbert: Then, Ophelia, would you please grant me your hand in marriage?
  • Ophelia: Now, see? There you go? When the time comes, say it JUST like that. Wait. Did-- Me? Did you? Just? Propose to?!
  • Siegbert: If I may unscramble that, Ophelia? Yes, I just proposed to you.
  • Ophelia: You want to marry ME?!
  • Siegbert: If you'll only accept this ring...
  • Ophelia: Th-this seems so sudden!
  • Siegbert: Ah, so it's no.
  • Ophelia: No, it's not no. It's yes, but only if you understand that my fate as the chosen one comes first. I love everything you are, but I cannot give up everything that I am.
  • Siegbert: I would ask for nothing more.
  • Ophelia: How lovely to be chosen twice in life! Once by fate, and now by you! I suppose I should have seen all this coming--us training so well together. I do choose you, Siegbert. I choose you to be with me, forever.

With Forrest Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Make my liege cry, will you?! You will pay for you impertinence in the fiery afterlife! Did you think I wouldn't have my trusty Missiletainn tome at hand?! Now, I will begin and end this battle with my finidhing move! Luminary Upper---
  • Forrest: No, Ophelia! Don't attack him!
  • Ophelia: This man made you cry! I turned my back for one instant. And he struck like a viper! No punishment is too great for him! He should be burned to cinders! His cinders should be flung onto an ocean! Then the ocean should be boiled dry!
  • Forrest: You've got this poor fellow all wrong, Ophelia. He's just a spice merchant! I was sampling his saffron when I got a speck in my eye. It's all MY fault! Please, put away your powerful tome before someone gets hurt.
  • Ophelia: You say he's just a merchant? The consider yourself lucky, merchant of tears! Until next we meet!
  • Forrest: Everyone in the market is staring, Ophelia. Let's be on our way---now!...I'm honored that you'd come to my defense, Ophelia. But don't you think that was a little overboard?
  • Ophelia: Overboard is the least I can do for you, the son of Prince Leo! My father has pledged his loyalty to your father---and I pledge mine to you. Generations of your family, watched over by generations of ours...Can you not hear the ringing of justice throughout all eternity?! Well. even if you can't, I can! So let the bells toll the death of your enemies!
  • Forrest: I appreciate that, Ophelia. But you really need to calm yourself.
  • Ophelia: Calm is for sheep! The fox is in the henhouse! A wolf is on the prowl! I put down the shepherd's crook and pick up a flaming sword! Yaaah!
  • Forrest: Ugh. How can I ever go to the market again with her around? She's liable to make the shops run with blood before she's through...

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: I warned you, merchant of tears! You wouldn't get a second chance! Now, you're the ones who's going to be crying...in you grave!
  • Forrest: No, Ophelia! Not again! You can't attack the shopkeepers!
  • Ophelia: But, Forrest, this time he sprayed you with that vile fluid! This time, he will Pay.
  • Forrest: This isn't even the same shopkeeper as last time, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: Really?
  • Forrest: And this one didn't do anything wrong either. It's perfume. I tested it on myself. Everyone's upset, Ophelia. We had better leave before you start a riot!...I'm begging you, Ophelia. Please stop attacking the shopkeepers. Or anyone else that's not obviously an enemy.
  • Ophelia: My eyes are well trained to detect assassins out for your blood. I am a chosen one, after all.
  • Forrest: I can protect myself.
  • Ophelia: You're strong, Forrest, but my eyes are highly tuned to glimmers of evil. Are you sure that was perfume? That he wasn't an assassin? Any one of those shopkeepers could have evil in their heart. Or all of them!
  • Forrest: Perhaps, but I doubt it.
  • Ophelia: I need to protect my liege. I will stay at your side when I can. I will watch from afar when I can't! Thus is the life of a chosen one.
  • Forrest: You have to stop this, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: Stop?! I have hardly started! Next time you go to the market, those merchants won't be selling. They'll be paying...WITH THEIR LIVES.
  • Forrest: This most certainly is not going to end well.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Wait up, Forrest! Are you heading to the market again?
  • Forrest: Ah, Ophelia. You found me.
  • Ophelia: I've followed you for a while. So many zigs and zags. I thought you might have gotten lost, but now I see you've found your bearings!
  • Forrest: If a shopkeeper shows me something, are you going to attack again?
  • Ophelia: With every fiber of my eternal being! I am chosen one!
  • Forrest: Then I demand that you stay here.
  • Ophelia: Why?!
  • Forrest: You're making me miserable by seeing enemies everywhere they're not! I know you just want to keep me safe, but I can't let innocents get hurt.
  • Ophelia: You can't go by yourself.
  • Forrest: Let's say there was an assassin out to get me---aren't there easier ways to do it? Setting up a stall, arranging merchandise, selling there day after day...All in the hopes that I might show up one day?
  • Ophelia: When you put it that way...Yes.
  • Forrest: Ugh, Ophelia. If I was out for my blood, I'd follow me until I was somewhere private. A market is the last place I'd try to off myself.
  • Ophelia: You're too noble of blood to realize how low some will go.
  • Forrest: Thank you for your service, Ophelia. But if you truly do serve my royal family, then obey me now. Stay here. I don't want anyone to get hurt. Not them or you.
  • Ophelia: Only if you make me a promise, Forrest. Watch your back. And your sides. Your front, above and below! Danger abounds in a market. But I never meant to make you sad. So do go without me. Be careful.
  • Forrest: Really? You'll stay here?
  • Ophelia: I'll do better than that. I give you my solemn vow never to attack shopkeepers.
  • Forrest: In that case, care to come with me to the market? I've got my eye on a nice scarf. If you promise not to destroy anyone, I'd love to get your opinion on it.
  • Ophelia: I'd love to! As I said, my eyes are well trained to detect---Er, bargains.
  • Forrest: Now there you can watch my back. I can be such a spendthrift!

S Support Edit

  • Forrest: Hello, Ophelia. I wonder if you'd walk with me a bit?
  • Ophelia: Anything for you. Where are we going?
  • Forrest: Wait and see!
  • Ophelia: What? I can't wait. Tell me!
  • Forrest: Trust me. I know you'll like it.
  • Ophelia: All right, Forrest...We're deep in the forest...Forrest.
  • Forrest: We'll be there any moment. Ah! There.
  • Ophelia: What a beautiful lake!
  • Forrest: I wasn't sure I could find it again. But here we are.
  • Ophelia: Clearly, a sacred place. The energy here laps at the shores of my heart---I may swoon!
  • Forrest: Well, don't swoon yet. I want to tell you about the legend of this lake.
  • Ophelia: Oooh! A legend, you say? Tell me more. Tell me everything!
  • Forrest: It's said that if two people pledge themselves to each other here...they live happily ever after.
  • Ophelia: Really?
  • Forrest: W-well then, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: Y-yes, Forrest?
  • Forrest: I pledge myself to you.
  • Ophelia: You do? To me? But I thought...that you thought...that I was too...
  • Forrest: Too what? Too protective of me? Yes, a tad overzealous. But your devotion to me could fill this lake to overflowing. Or too vivid? Too colorful? Why, that's everything I love! You're unlike anyone I've ever met. How lucky I'd be to spend my life with you.
  • Ophelia: This whole time, I didn't think you really understood the depth of Ophelia Dusk...
  • Forrest: So, since we are here at this lake of legend, where love lasts forever...What do you say?
  • Ophelia: I say we ensure our happy ending by enacting the rose-petal ritual of legend!
  • Forrest: What ritual?
  • Ophelia: We will scatter rose petals across the surface of this lake. And when---and ONLY when ---we have this lake pink with petals, we'll dive in!
  • Forrest: That's a lot of roses. It will be a romantic adventure finding so many!
  • Ophelia: We will leave no stone unturned in our search. No volcano unexplored!
  • Forrest: Then we'd better start. We'll be searching for the rest of your lives together!
  • Ophelia: There would be no better way to spend an eternity with you, Forrest.

With Ignatius Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Thee! Over thither! Halt!
  • Ignatius: Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: Indeed. It is I, Ophelia Dusk! I have an augury for you of ill things to come.
  • Ignatius: An augury? What is it?
  • Ophelia: Hold. The shroud parts...through the veil... I see them!
  • Ignatius: See what? Who do you see?
  • Ophelia: The auras of departed things, lapping up the vapors that trail behind you...
  • Ignatius: Vapors?! It wasn't me, I swear! It was the dog!
  • Ophelia: Not that! I mean the vapors of fear you exude. Spirits are feeding on them. Do you not sense them? Their breath caressing the nape of your neck? Can you not hear their whispers in your ear? Hearken to me! Ghosts saturate the air around you! Ghosts! Wo-o-o-o! Spooky!
  • Ignatius: What?! Stop it! There's no such thing as ghosts!
  • Ophelia: There are. You of all people should be able to sense their presence. After all, it appears these ones have accompanied you for quite some time-- Oh no...
  • Ignatius: What? What is it?
  • Ophelia: DUCK!
  • Ignatius: AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!
  • Ophelia: Heehee. Just kidding. Did I scare you?
  • Ignatius: ...
  • Ophelia: Hm? Hey, Ignatius? Ignatius. Say "veridical" if you can hear me!
  • Ignatius: ...
  • Ophelia: Oh fennel! He fainted! I'm sorry, Ignatius! I'll wake you up with my wake-up spell! Abra Debabra Ca-wakey! ... Oh no! Ignatius! Ignatius, you've got to get up! You're on fire!

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Oh! Ignatius!
  • Ignatius: ...
  • Ophelia: H-hey! Don't ignore me!
  • Ignatius: You are a terrible person. Please be terrible elsewhere.
  • Ophelia: Aw, c'mon! Are you still mad about the other day? But I apologized like twice! And that patch where your hair got burned off is barely noticeable! If you comb it over a little, I'm sure nobody would have any idea!
  • Ignatius: Ghk.
  • Ophelia: Hmph. So you're just gonna keep being a sourpuss about it? Well fine then! Go on, keep making that face! You'll just attract more evil spirits! Hmph!
  • Ignatius: What!? I can attract spirits with my face? Is that true?
  • Ophelia: Of course it is! Evil spirits feed off of negative emotions!
  • Ignatius: S-so...I've got to make a happy face? H-how's this? Do I look happy enough now?
  • Ophelia: Wow! You're a natural, kid! You'd make a fine apprentice, y'know! Now, to further protect you, I'll even give you this perlapt to grant you good luck. Now sit, put this on, and receive my boon!
  • Ignatius: Right here? OK.
  • Ophelia: O, hear me, ones who walked the world many ages before us! Fold now your spirits to my will! Grant this child Fortune's shield! Felicity! I call upon you and bound thee to my service!
  • Ignatius: Aghp! Ophelia! Blech! What are you throwing at me?
  • Ophelia: Huh? It's just sal...er...silver! Blessed silver grains given us by benevolent spirits.
  • Ignatius: Uh-huh. Sure. So YOU're the culprit behind the missing saltshakers.
  • Ophelia: Shush! I cannot concentrate with all of this prattle! The spirits call for silence. Or would you prefer I accidentally summon evil, spooky, knight-eating spirits instead?
  • Ignatius: N-no...
  • Ophelia: That's the spirit! Pun intended! O ancestors! Spirits of ash and azure, vault and soil! Hear me! Imbue this silver with your power, and through it, the one who sits here. Wipe misfortune from his fate... ... ...Aaaand you're good to go! Thanks and come again!
  • Ignatius: Oh. Uh...OK. Did it work?
  • Ophelia: How am I supposed to know? I'm a mage, not a scientist.
  • Ignatius: What?!
  • Ophelia: I guess we should just keep an eye out for good luck. If you have some, it worked! If so, let me know! I'm dying to know if this charm is a dud or the real deal!
  • Ignatius: You mean you haven't even tested it?!
  • Ophelia: There you go, making that angry face again. Say hi to my evil spirit friends for me!
  • Ignatius: AH! Er, I mean— G-ahaha! I'm happy! Oh so happy! Thank you, Ophelia! You're the best! I forgive you a million times over! Ahahaha ahaahaha!
  • Ophelia: Much better! You're welcome!

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: So, Ignatius, have you noticed any changes in your luck since my magical ritual?
  • Ignatius: Hm...
  • Ophelia: Come on, out with it! Even little changes. Something!
  • Ignatius: Well, not really. But I think it's safe to say it had an effect.
  • Ophelia: Huh? How so?
  • Ignatius: I am still alive!
  • Ophelia: Huh?
  • Ignatius: The battlefield is a dangerous place. You never know which fight may be your last. So the fact I still draw breath alone means it must have worked, right?
  • Ophelia: U-um, sure. That sounds...right! I'm a genius! Ha...haha... In fact...it went so well that I think we should do another ritual soon! Maybe I'll be able to work some bona fide miracles this time!
  • Ignatius: Miracles, huh?
  • Ophelia: Yup! I'll beseech the gods themselves to lend their power to my spell!
  • Ignatius: And what do these miracles do, exactly?
  • Ophelia: Wellllll...if you're in danger, maybe a thunderbolt will strike your enemies! Or maybe serious emotional trauma will unlock your hidden martial potential! Just like the swordsman with the cursed hand Father always told me about!
  • Ignatius: Wow! Really?
  • Ophelia: Of course really! I have to be able to work miracles like those! Because...if I could, none of our friends will have to die anymore, right? I'd be able to protect them...
  • Ignatius: Ophelia...
  • Ophelia: Buuut until I can, I'll need a guinea pig to test my rituals out on. That's where you come in!
  • Ignatius: Uhhhhh...

S Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Book after book after book, and none of them have the answers! It's as if Fate itself conspires against my efforts!
  • Ignatius: Ophelia? Something the matter?
  • Ophelia: YES! Yes, something is the matter!
  • Ignatius: O-OK. No need to shout. What's wrong?
  • Ophelia: It's my quest for miracle spells! You remember, right? I still haven't found a single clue about how to cast them! Even accounts of them are impossible to come by, let alone instructions!
  • Ignatius: Well sure. They wouldn't be miraculous if they were common, right?
  • Ophelia: I guess not... Maybe I should just give up. I mean, how can I save people from death if I can't even perform a few lousy miracles?
  • Ignatius: Hm. ...
  • Ophelia: Ignatius? Why are you kneeling?
  • Ignatius: May I have your hand, Ophelia? I must say something to you.
  • Ophelia: O-OK...
  • Ignatius: I believe in you, Ophelia, and I believe in your dreams. I think you have a noble heart. Therefore, I would like to pledge myself to you, if you will have me. I want to help you any way I can to master the art of miracle casting.
  • Ophelia: Ignatius...
  • Ignatius: However, I cannot pretend my reasons are entirely selfless. I...I also love you, Ophelia. And would be honored if you would have me.
  • Ophelia: Oh, Ignatius! I will. Of course I will! I love you too!
  • Ignatius: Truly? Thank you, my love! I promise to serve you forevermore.
  • Ophelia: Perfect! Because there's a new spell I've been wanting to try out on someone. But don't worry! Chances of instant fatality are, like, practically zero!
  • Ignatius: Of course. Use me as you will. Wait, did you just say "fatality"?
  • Ophelia: No take-backs! Teehee!

With Percy Edit

 C Support Edit

  • Percy: Oooof! My toe! What's this? Something sticking out of the ground? Well, let's just pull...this...out! Oh. It's a big sack. And it's full of more gold than could feed a town for a year. Hmph. Big surprise.
  • Ophelia: Percy! Are you all right? I saw that sack lunge at your toe. Is it and evil sack?!
  • Percy: Whoa. Ophelia. Where'd you come from? No, just the usual—a sack of gold.
  • Ophelia: The usual? Why, that's incredible. Ha! Do you find gold all the time?
  • Percy: Yes, and it's not laughing matter. I have the worst luck.
  • Ophelia: Are you kidding? You must be living under a lucky star if that happens to you.
  • Percy: It's awful luck, because I always have to find the rightful owner. It's so hard.
  • Ophelia: How many times has this happened, Percy?
  • Percy: I've lost count.
  • Ophelia: Infinitely incredible. Don't you realize what this means? Fate has chosen you to return lost gold. That makes you a chosen one... just like I am.
  • Percy: Y-you think I'm a chosen one?
  • Ophelia: We should make sure. There are trials that can verify it. I'll be glad to help test you, if you want to know it you're truely chosen.
  • Percy: Yes, yes, yes! Let's get started.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: All right, Percy. Ready for your tests?
  • Percy: Yes! I need to know if I'm a chosen one!
  • Ophelia: I've prepared two tests. Both will be impossible for any but a chosen one. Whatever happens, don't give up. Pass them both---then we will know if you're among the chosen.
  • Percy: I'll do my best. What do I do first?
  • Ophelia: LIsten closely. First... You must draw the maiden's tear from a dark prison of rotten corpses.
  • Percy: Ew! What?!
  • Ophelia: Sorry---that was the language of the chosen ones. I'll translate for you. This box contains one white bead among hundreds of black ones. Avert your eyes, put your hand inside, then draw out the single white bead.
  • Percy: Oh, OK. Here goes... And there's your white one!
  • Ophelia: Outstanding!
  • Percy: Ha! Am I a chosen one now?
  • Ophelia: Eager youth, stay your enthusiosity! You have one more test to pass. This box is full of tongue tormentors from the fiery underworld. Except for the one tongue tantalizer from the sweet heavens. They all look the same. Pull one out, and hope it sends you skyward! You know. Eat the sweet one, not the spicy one.
  • Percy: I think I'll eat...this one. *munch munch* Oh! Yummy!
  • Ophelia: You did it? That's impossible.
  • Percy: So I'm a chosen one, right?
  • Ophelia: Hmm. We need to be really sure. I think there's a third test. Just give me time to research exactly how to do it. Pass that final test---then you WILL be a chosen one.
  • Percy: Woohoo! Bring it on, Ophelia!

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Time for your third and final test, Percy.
  • Percy: And then I'll be a chosen one!
  • Ophelia: Quite the optimist. I like that about you. Now here's your test. See this box in my hand? Reach in through this hole... And wear it like a mitten as you jump through 20 flaming rings.
  • Percy: What?! That's impossible!
  • Ophelia: Yes, of course. But one truly chosen will have no problem with all those hoops. Don't forget though---if that box comes off your hand, you fail the test.
  • Percy: The box?! I'm bound to catch on fire! How is this a test of my luckiness?
  • Ophelia: It's a test of chosenness.
  • Percy: Never mind. I'll give it a try! But you'd better stand by with a pail of water! Now, light up the hoops!
  • Ophelia: Wait, Percy...
  • Percy: Do it! I'm ready!
  • Ophelia: No! Percy, I'm sorry. I just can't go through with it.
  • Percy: Huh? But you promised to test me.
  • Ophelia: I can't put a friend in such danger. I'm sorry, Percy.
  • Percy: Aw, that's OK. The other two tests were fun at least. I guess I'll never know if I'm a chosen one though.
  • Ophelia: Chosen or not, you're still amazing.
  • Percy: You think so?
  • Ophelia: And you're the most dutiful person I know. Besides me.
  • Percy: I do like doing the right thing. So I guess it doesn't matter if I'm chosen!
  • Ophelia: I guess we both passed each other's tests---the test of friendship!
  • Percy: Wow, that's really corny, Ophelia. But I guess it's true!

S Support Edit

  • Percy: Hi, Ophelia!
  • Ophelia: What's that you've got behind your back? You find another sack of gold?
  • Percy: They're some sheets of paper that I found on the ground. They're yours, right?
  • Ophelia: They are! I've been looking for them everywhere.
  • Percy: They have all sorts of crazy words on them that I've never seen anywhere else.
  • Ophelia: Those are my charms and incantations.
  • Percy: For doing what?
  • Ophelia: All sorts of things, but if you recite this chant here...you'll have a dream in which the person you'll marry will appear.
  • Percy: Really?
  • Ophelia: I guarantee it, although I can't say whether it'll be a good or bad dream.
  • Percy: I don't want to have a nightmare. Especially not if you're going to be chasing me around like a maniac.
  • Ophelia: Ha! That's quite a nightmare! Hold on. Why did you say that I would be the one in your dreams?
  • Percy: Um, well...I dunno!
  • Ophelia: Oh, don't worry about it then. Hey, Percy. I've got another charm I'd like to try. Can I have your hand?
  • Percy: My hand? Sure!
  • Ophelia: Now, watch while I wrap this thread around your pinky finger...and wrap the other end around my pinky finger.
  • Percy: What does this charm do?
  • Ophelia: The thread represents fate. And I've just bound us together.
  • Percy: What?!
  • Ophelia: Oh, do you want me to undo it? All we need to do is snap the thread.
  • Percy: No, don't! Wrap some more threads around it, Ophelia, so it never breaks.
  • Ophelia: Aw, cute! But that's not necessary. Just the one thread does the trick. You can keep it safe until we're old enough to get married, OK? Until then, the friendliest of fates will keep us together, Percy! 

With Soleil Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Tap...tap...tap come the demon's footfalls. Steadily she advances... Inexorably nearer with every breath... My last chance to flee has fled. The demon comes to take me...
  • Soleil: Haha, there you are!
  • Ophelia: Aieeeee!
  • Soleil: Why are you hiding? I've been looking high and low for you! Come on, let's go get some tea! I want to show you my favorite cafe. It's the perfect place to sit and talk for hours. Just you... and me.
  • Ophelia: Soleil...why must you always chase me around?
  • Soleil: Isn't it obvious? Because I'm interested in you! You and me were destined to be together! Once you finally realize it, we'll be a partnership for the ages.
  • Ophelia: Please...just leave me be...
  • Soleil: Ahaha... I'm not letting you go that easily, my cute little butterfly! Relax already! We have so much to talk about that I can't wait to get started. Heheh...ooooooh, this is gonna be good!
  • Ophelia: N-nooooooooo!

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Deep breaths, Ophelia...you can do this...
  • Soleil: Ahaha. Found you again! You can never hide from me for long!
  • Ophelia: Clearly not... Your pursuit is relentless indeed.
  • Soleil: That's right. And now that I've caught you, I'll finally get my chance to talk. Just the two of us...nobody else...for hours and hours...
  • Ophelia: Not today! For I am no longer a fragile butterfly, powerless before your onslaught. I saw this moment coming and prepared a special spell for the occasion! With a flick of the wrist...and a click of the tongue... Hah!
  • Soleil: What the---?!
  • Ophelia: How did I get over here? What's wrong with my voice? What happened to me?!
  • Soleil: Excellent. The spell worked perfectly.
  • Ophelia: Holy--- That's me! I'm standing in front of myself! What's going on here?!
  • Soleil: Teeheehee. Surprised, Soleil? It's a bit of magic I found in an old grimoire...a body-switching spell. Now I inhabit your body, and you mine.
  • Ophelia: Huh! Sure enough. I'm...I'm you!
  • Soleil: Even you would lose interest in chasing your own body. Victory is mine! Now, let us discuss the terms for me dismissing the spell...
  • Ophelia: Heh...heeheehee...I'm in your body... It's too cute! This is too amazing!
  • Soleil: Hm...?
  • Ophelia: Now I don't need to chase you--- I AM you! I've gotta go find a private place with a mirror! Heeheeheehee!
  • Soleil: WHAT?! S-Soleil! Wait! Let's talk this over!
  • Ophelia: Hey! It's Odin and my dad! Check it out, Dad! I turned into Ophelia!
  • Soleil: Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Don't you dare talk to my father while you're in my body! This is becoming a nightmare... I don't have any choice left. A click of the tongue...a flick of the wrist...HAH! (screen fade out then back in) Heeheehuh? Aw, man. I knew it was too good to last...
  • Ophelia: *sigh*...
  • Soleil: Ophelia? Did you end the spell already? I was just getting warmed up!
  • Ophelia: Soleil, you dunderhead!
  • Soleil: What did I do?!
  • Ophelia: I thought surely that spell would make you see the error of your ways. My plan was to have you swear not to chase me as a condition for restoring you. THEN maybe we could be normal friends!
  • Soleil: Uh...
  • Ophelia: But no...you'll never change, I suppose. You'll never listen to my pleas... You'll always hound me, try as I might to hide. W-well, see if I care! *sniff* *sob*
  • Soleil: O-Ophelia... ...I think I messed up somewhere.

A Support Edit

  • Soleil: Ophelia... Um...I wanted to apologize. I'm really sorry for how I acted. I kept doing what you told me not to. I should have listened to you.
  • Ophelia: ...
  • Soleil: I really like you, Ophelia. I think you're supercool. You're confident in yourself, and you never flinch or falter in battle. That's why I wanted to sit down and talk with you. That's all I wanted, really... But I was so nervous, all my invitations came out wrong. I'm really sorry. I promise I won't do that to you again. So please...if it's all right with you, I still want to be your friend.
  • Ophelia: ...
  • Soleil: I...guess it's not all right. OK.
  • Ophelia: My father told me about your father.
  • Soleil: Huh?
  • Ophelia: Laslow has fought side by side with my father many times. My father called him a steadfast comrade-in-arms. And I always felt...that maybe one day, you and I would be the same way. I believed the stars had aligned to bind our fates together.
  • Soleil: Aw, Ophelia...
  • Ophelia: I looked forward to meeting you even before I came to this world. But when at last we did meet...you were such an embarrassment... Not at all like the comrade-in-arms that I had imagined you to be.
  • Soleil: Oh. I'm...I'm sorry...
  • Ophelia: No...I blame myself. I made you out to be something you're not. You only ever saw me as I am... But when I looked at you, I compared you to the ideal I had in my mind. When I think back, you never said you wanted anything more from me than to talk. I was the one who ran from you, refusing to listen to what you were saying. So if anyone should apologize, it's me.
  • Soleil: I dunno...maybe I won't be the kind of partner you had in mind... But I'd love to get closer to you anyway!
  • Ophelia: But don't you see! We already are closer than we realized. Real friends don't need to work so hard to get each other's approval. I want that to be us: easy and comfortable with one another.
  • Soleil: Really?! That would be wonderful... I hope you can learn to like me just the way I am.
  • Ophelia: I'm confident that I will. The stars wouldn't lie, would they? I feel their twinkling in my deepest self and know, with absolute certainty... great things will come of us.
  • Soleil: Wow...that's really cool.
  • Ophelia: Hmhmhmhm...what else would one expect from the chosen maiden? Now then, shall we go?
  • Soleil: Go where?
  • Ophelia: To that tea shop you were going on about. We'll sit down, just the two of us, and have a nice, long chat.
  • Soleil: Ophelia! Are you for real? Somebody---pinch me! This is why I love you!
  • Ophelia: Hmhmhm...for the first time, I'm happy to hear you say that.

With Shiro Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: I look to the stars for our fates! I seek the future in the constellations! DIVULGE YOUR SECRETS!
  • Shiro: Who's that making such a racket this late at night? Oh, it's 'Phelia. Shoulda known. Huh. There's a circle of stuff around her. Sparkly rocks. Weird. Yo! 'Phelia! What you doing?
  • Ophelia: Who—? N-no, Shiro! Stay back!
  • Shiro: Oops. Sorry. Kicked that thing.
  • Ophelia: No! My Jetblood Dracocrystal!
  • Shiro: You shouldn't put things on the ground if you don't want me to kick them. But I am sorry.
  • Ophelia: Where'd it go?!
  • Shiro: I'll find it. What color is it?
  • Ophelia: Black by day. Bloodred by starlight.
  • Shiro: I'll look over here. You look over there. We'll find it for sure.
  • Shiro: Um, I think it's gone.
  • Ophelia: We have to find it. I need the Jetblood Dracocrystal to read the stars.
  • Shiro: You've got a whole circle of fancy rocks here, 'Phelia. Aren't they enough?
  • Ophelia: Rocks?! And stop calling me that. And no! They aren't! The Jetblood Dracocrystal connects me to the spirits of the stars in the heavens. You have to help me find it. I cannot be severed from the constellations!
  • Shiro: We'll have better luck in the morning. Let's search more then.
  • Ophelia: But my other gems will soon lose their power without the Jetblood Dracocrystal!
  • Shiro: Oh, gotcha. Didn't know that. Let's keep searching then, 'Phelia.

B Support Edit

  • Shiro: How many times do I need to apologize, 'Phelia?
  • Ophelia: If you call me that one more time...
  • Shiro: I've searched all over for your Jetblood Dracocrystal—many times! I know it's all my fault, but honestly there's nothing more I can do.
  • Ophelia: The consequences are far worse than you know, Shiro. Without that gem, I've lost my connection to the flow of fatefulness around us. I cannot watch the flow, interfere with bad fates—evil has the upper hand!
  • Shiro: It can't be as bad as that. But here. Take this rock.
  • Ophelia: This is obsidian.
  • Shiro: Yeah. I found it when I was searching. It looks pure enough. Sorta pretty too.
  • Ophelia: You think this is a replacement?!
  • Shiro: Sure. Just stick it in with your other rocks, and do your circle thing.
  • Ophelia: This is an insult to the Jetblood Dracocrystal itself.
  • Shiro: I...I don't know what else to do.
  • Ophelia: Severed from the heavens! Blinded to the constellations! I may as well bury my head in the sand and let evil fates have their way.
  • Shiro: W-well then, how about this?
  • Ophelia: Oh, lovely. Rummaging in your pockets? What could you possibly have that—
  • Shiro: A...a...a jade circle! Look—a swirly design, fairly valuable, I think?
  • Ophelia: It's a button. And I don't care if it's made of gold. The Jetblood Dracocrystal is beyond priceless. Its power is irreplaceable.
  • Shiro: I've really screwed up...
  • Ophelia: We must resume the search! Can't you hear my other gems crying? They're lonely without it.
  • Shiro: Now you're just messing with me. They're crying?
  • Ophelia: Yes, at least THEY know how awful this is.
  • Shiro: Then let's head back to where we lost it. I'll search until my eyes fall out.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: I...I should just give up on my Jetblood Dracocrystal. But I'll take one last look where I did the incantation before Shiro blundered in. It's pointless to look at night. But I can't sleep anyway... What?! Who is that in the shadows?! Some eternal foe of Ophelia Dusk?!
  • Shiro: It's got to be here. It's GOT to be. Maybe if I dig a little deeper.
  • Ophelia: Shiro?
  • Shiro: Huh? Hey, 'Phelia.
  • Ophelia: You're slopped in mud from head to toe!
  • Shiro: I'm trying to find your whatchamacallit crystal.
  • Ophelia: But it's so late. And you're standing in a hole. That you dug!
  • Shiro: I combed through the grass a million times. I thought maybe I stepped on it. So I started digging. And then I thought maybe I stepped on it while digging. So I kept digging. And I have to keep doing this at night because I'm so embarrassed about all this. Come back to search for it too?
  • Ophelia: Yes. I heard the Jetblood Dracocrystal crying out to me in the midnight hour. It said to come now—or else I'd lose it forever and ever.
  • Shiro: R-really? Well, I'm just about to give up. It's just not here. It's not.
  • Ophelia: You've come here every night since it went missing?
  • Shiro: Since I kicked it like a dummy, you mean. Yeah, I have. Now, short of uprooting those trees there to find it... Oh, what the what?!
  • Ophelia: In the roots! It's my...my...
  • Shiro: Your thingamajig crystal!
  • Ophelia: I can't believe it. I can resume communing with the stars! All my gems too—can you hear them? They're pulsing in joy!
  • Shiro: Tell them I'm sorry that I made them all so unhappy. This was all my fault.
  • Ophelia: No need. We all know how hard you searched for it. Thank you, Shiro.
  • Shiro: No need. All my fault. I'm just glad I could make it right, 'Phelia.
  • Ophelia: I give you my most sacred vow, Shiro. 'Phelia Dusk will never forget this.

S Support Edit

  • Ophelia: For the hero who found my Jetblood Dracocrystal? Always, Shiro. All of my gemstones have regained their power, reunited with that crystal. The whole of cosmic creation sings its praises for what you've done.
  • Shiro: Uh, don't forget that I was the lunkhead who kicked your crystal.
  • Ophelia: What can I do for you, Shiro? And are you...blushing?
  • Shiro: You know that jade button? The one I fished outta my pocket?
  • Ophelia: Your well-intended replacement for the Dracocrystal—yes, I remember.
  • Shiro: I still want you to have it.
  • Ophelia: But why? Doesn't it belong on a princely jacket of yours? Mustn't it be sewn back in place? The other buttons must be missing it!
  • Shiro: It's actually not a button that popped off anything I wear. It was from something my royal grandfather, Sumeragi, used to wear. My father got the button from him. He thinks I look like my grandfather. So he passed it along to me.
  • Ophelia: A royal heirloom? Then it should stay in your family, Shiro.
  • Shiro: Which is...why I want you to have it. I like you a lot, 'Phelia.
  • Ophelia: What?
  • Shiro: You know, a LOT a lot. Maybe it's premature, but would you take this button?
  • Ophelia: Shiro, I'm honored, but...
  • Shiro: But? Please say you're not going to leave me hanging with a button in my hand!
  • Ophelia: That button pulses with love. Is that how you truly feel? Because I have to admit, it resonates with the selfsame energy in my heart.
  • Shiro: Y-you'll take it then?
  • Ophelia: Perhaps this whole cosmic escapade, losing the Jetblood Dracocrystal...? It was the only way that the cosmos could put us together.
  • Shiro: Ha! Sure, that sounds about right. What's that you're always saying about a finger?
  • Ophelia: The fair finger of fate? Oh, yes. That digit of destiny poked us both! The finger always knows, Shiro. Even when we don't.
  • Shiro: Well, our fates are intertwined now. I couldn't be happier, 'Phelia.

With Hisame Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Is that Hisame over there? What in all the heavens is he doing?!
  • Hisame: Good day, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: What IS that you're doting upon?!
  • Hisame: Doting? Er, would you mind taking a step back? You're...a little close.
  • Ophelia: Infinite apologies. I was drawn to the extraordinary aura of THAT.
  • Hisame: This? My bonsai tree?
  • Ophelia: From what miniature pocket of existence did you pluck this tiny tree? Is there a whole forest of likewise infinitesimally smaller trees there?
  • Hisame: I...I think you've gotten the wrong idea. It's a normal tree, trained to be miniature. It takes many years to grow a bonsai. This bonsai was a gift from a pickling master I buy all my pickled foods from.
  • Ophelia: Amazing! And what a gift. A tree so tiny, yet greater that the most giant of pines! This tree is a tree that all other trees must aspire to become!
  • Hisame: Er, yes. I suppose. I'm surprised that you like it so much. Not everyone likes bonsais.
  • Ophelia: It has a radiance bright as the stars. How could I resist its divine power.
  • Hisame: Divine---
  • Ophelia: Power, yes! The power to win eyes! And hearts!
  • Hisame: Then it's yours.
  • Ophelia: Mine? This smallified wonder?!
  • Hisame: I'm sure you'll take even better care of it than I would. Besides, you clearly look like you're more than a little interested in it.
  • Ophelia: I didn't mean to let it show. But if you're sure...?
  • Hisame: I'm sure. Here---all yours.
  • Ophelia: Thank you, Hisame, Ah! Just touching it makes my inner power will to overflowing! I must return to my chamber and commune with its miniature gigantitude!
  • Hisame: I don't understand half of what that Ophelia says...But she liked the bonsai. That's all that really matters.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hisame!
  • Hisame: Why so flustered, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: That Spiral Drastique you gave me the other day is in grave danger!
  • Hisame: The what now? Do you mean the bonsai tree?
  • Ophelia: The Spiral Drastique, yes! Its branches spiral towards the heavens in the patters of death and rebirth. I gave it a more fitting name. What do you think of it?
  • Hisame: It's a bit too colorful for my tastes. But tell me—what's happened to the bonsai?
  • Ophelia: After I put it in my room, its branches began to grow in weird directions. I've never cared for a bonsai, so I didn't know what to do. That is, short of surrounding it with magical gemstones—but that didn't help!
  • Hisame: Shall I prune the bonsai for you? Then you'll see how.
  • Ophelia: Yes, please. I've brought it with me.
  • Hisame: Ah, I see. It is getting unruly, isn't it? You need to consider the balance of the left and right branches. Prune as little as you can, with an eye for preserving the balance. If maintained properly, a bonsai can ward off disease.
  • Ophelia: Wow! Really?
  • Hisame: The fellow who gave it to me said so.
  • Ophelia: It's already looking better, Hisame. The Spiral Drastique is already regaining its power! Oh! And that's that? You did so little, but it made such a huge difference! Thank you! Thank you! A million times over—thank you!
  • Hisame: Please, just one thanks will do. And don't grab my hands!
  • Ophelia: Ah, what? Oh, sorry! You don't like that, I forgot. If I have more trouble with it, can I come back for more help?
  • Hisame: Uh, yes. Certainly.
  • Ophelia: Then I'll be off! My eyes will patrol the balance of my bonsai like twin hawks of vengence! Never again will the Spiral Drastique fall out of whack—not on my watch!
  • (Ophelia leaves)
  • Hisame: That Ophelia's heart is in the right place. But standing near her... It's like being in an earthquake.

A Support Edit

  • Hisame: May I trouble you for a moment, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: You're never any trouble, Hisame. What is it?
  • Hisame: I was concerned about the problems you had training with your bonsai tree. So I got you this...
  • Ophelia: But this is--
  • Hisame: Yes, a book about how to care for bonsais.
  • Ophelia: So basically you're saying... This is a legendary tome that divulges the secrets of the Spiral Drastique!
  • Hisame: Er, yes?
  • Ophelia: Such a precious tome, Hisame!
  • Hisame: I'm glad you like it. I searched long and hard for that book. I know you'll put it to good use.
  • Ophelia: I vow to you that I will. You've given me two gifts now. I'm twice as delighted!
  • Hisame: It makes me happy to see you so happy, Ophelia. You're quite cute when you're in such high spirits.
  • Ophelia: Heh. Am I? Cute? I don't know about that, but I am infinitely grateful for what you've done here. Thank you for introducing me to the power of the Spiral Drastique.
  • Hisame: You're quite welcome.
  • Ophelia: Though I have this tome, would you still help me care for this miraculous tree? I sense that the Spiral Drastique's power grows when you're near it.
  • Hisame: Ha! Yes, of course.
  • Ophelia: I'll look forward to your visits, Hisame. And now...I mus consume this tome!
  • (Ophelia leaves)
  • Hisame: With that book, she'll hardly need me to come around very often. Hmm. I suppose I'll just have to learn even more about bonsais then. How else could I spend time with someone as strangely enchanting as Ophelia?

S Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Hisame! I've brought the Spiral Drastique. Isn't it doing wonderfully? I think I've achieved perfect balance among its branches.
  • Hisame: Yes...yes...I see... Yes! Your bonsai is beautiful from every direction. Well done, Ophelia.
  • Ophelia: I've also added some touches of my own. Note the starshine quartz in the soil! That has been absorbing the power from the stars and giving it to my tree.
  • Hisame: Oh? That shiny stone. I see. Very pretty. Hmm? But what is that there? Is that... a miniature house?
  • Ophelia: I found it at the market. It's a bit of a whimsy, I know. But I couldn't resist. Doesn't it seem like a little scene? Like a big house under a HUGE tree? I'd love to live somewhere like this, sitting in that room there... looking out the window, gazing up at the stars.
  • Hisame: ......
  • Ophelia: Why so quiet, Hisame?
  • Hisame: If you ever discover such a big house, under such a huge tree... ?
  • Ophelia: Uh, yes?
  • Hisame: Could I live there with you?
  • Ophelia: What? But you're so...so...
  • Hisame: I know. I'm solitary. And I get anxious when I'm too near others. But to be out in the woods, in a solitary house, with you... I can think of nothing more wonderful than to be alone...with you.
  • Ophelia: Hisame...
  • Hisame: No need to say anything. I know someone as vivacious as you has no use for me.
  • Ophelia: But, Hisame, I'm so flattered that you'd think of me like that. I had no idea!
  • Hisame: Just speaking from the heart.
  • Ophelia: I'll do the same. Some say you're aloof, but they don't know you like I do! You thought nothing of giving me your tree and helping me with it. But when you gave me that legendary tome, I realized who you really were!
  • Hisame: I'm...I'm just Hisame. There's no secret side to me. No special name.
  • Ophelia: Leave the naming to me. Already I can see that you're not a Hisame. But your true name will take years to discover. Maybe decades! I think we will first need to find our house under the tree. And then we must live there for an eternity before I discover your magical name.
  • Hisame: That...that would be lovely.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I can already feel the sensitivity swirling in your soul, Hisame! Already I believe you're attuned to the balance of the heavens!
  • Hisame: If you mean that I will live for your happiness...then yes. That I am.

With Rhajat Edit

C Support EditEdit

  • Ophelia: Abominable! Abominable! Abominable!
  • Rhajat: Are you speaking to me?
  • Ophelia: Who else?
  • Rhajat: Well then...

(Rhajat leaves)

  • Ophelia: Rhajat! Come back here.

(Rhajat returns)

  • Rhajat: Yes?
  • Ophelia: I was talking to you! You can't just walk away like that.
  • Rhajat: You were talking. Was it to me? I couldn't tell- it was like you were on stage. I found your performance dull. So I left.
  • Ophelia: B-but aren't you curious about what I find so abominable?
  • Rhajat: Not at all.

(Rhajat leaves)

  • Ophelia: Rhajat! Please!

(Rhajat returns)

  • Rhajat: What do you want?!
  • Ophelia: Finally ready to listen?
  • Rhajat: I'm ready for you to finish saying your piece so I can leave.
  • Ophelia: It's your aura. It's abominable!
  • Rhajat: Understood. Farewell.

(Rhajat leaves)

  • Ophelia: I'm not done, Rhajat!
  • Rhajat: Please, finish.
  • Ophelia: I'm just getting to the good part! I will be glad to use my magic to help you. It will require my most potent powers, but I vow to cleanse your murky glow.
  • Rhajat: Cleanse my aura?
  • Ophelia: Ha! A smile! Now I see that I have your full attention.
  • Rhajat: I don't care to be cleansed. But I'm intrigued that you'd dare attempt it.
  • Ophelia: That's the spirit. Then I'll go make preparations. Visit my chambers later.
  • Rhajat: She doesn't stand a chance. There's no way her power can break mine. Hee hee! I'm looking forward to see HER spirit broken...

B Support EditEdit

  • Ophelia: Rhajat!
  • Rhajat: Hello, Ophelia. Is it just me- or is your cowlick looking more cowlickier today?
  • Ophelia: So I was right! It WAS you!
  • Rhajat: What was me? Hee hee!
  • Ophelia: Don't play the fool with me. After I tried to cleanse your murky aura... I got a stiff back! and my soup that night was too salty to eat! And yes, as you've noticed my cowlick IS cowlickier! You cursed me! This is what I get for doing the housecleaning of your soul?!
  • Rhajat: What if I did? In any case, you now realize your silly magic is inferior to my dark curses. Now, leave me be.
  • Ophelia: Not so fast.
  • Rhajat: What now?
  • Ophelia: Your curses inspire me to try again. Your aura must be cleansed. I surrounded you with obsidian last time. This time I'll try amethyst.
  • Rhajat: Please, Ophelia. No more of your gemstone nonsense.
  • Ophelia: I'll never give up. I'll go to make preparations. Visit me later in my chambers.

(Ophelia leaves)

  • Rhajat: When will that dizzy creature ever learn? Her magic can't touch my darkness.

A Support EditEdit

  • Ophelia: Rhajat! Victory is mine!
  • Rhajat: Your silly grin is making me nauseous, Ophelia. Please stop.
  • Ophelia: My happy demeanor shines like the unsnuffable sun! I purified your aura AND have rebuffed your attempts to curse me.
  • Rhajat: Yes...and?
  • Ophelia: My power has triumphed over yours. I'm glad I chose the brightest of my diamonds for my aura ungunking. The stars smiled upon my spell. Thus, I am happy as a magical clam.
  • Rhajat: No, you silly loon. Your power didn't overcome me or my aura. I simply grew bored with you. I didn't bother with curses.
  • Ophelia: Now you see—my cleansing spell mopped up your desire for vengeance!
  • Rhajat: Pathetic. You grasp at straws. I tire of this.
  • Ophelia: No! Stay! Talk! Don't you want to chat about spellcasting and gem magic?
  • Rhajat: Not at all. I'll give you this if you leave me alone.
  • Ophelia: A magic charm? Thanks!
  • Rhajat: Wait. You're not going to ask if I've cursed that?
  • Ophelia: I've cleansed your aura. You no longer have any interest in cursing me.
  • Rhajat: You're so naive.
  • Ophelia: Am not! See you, Rhajat.

(Ophelia leaves)

  • Rhajat: Hmpf. I can't believe I managed to craft a good-luck charm. It's perhaps the most perverse and challenging magic I've ever attempted. I wonder...? Did Ophelia actually tidy up my dark soul a little? Her spells are so weak though. Pffft—gem magic!
  • Ophelia: Hmm? Say something?
  • Rhajat: No. Just muttering to myself.
  • Ophelia: Well, if your dark aura truly starts taking hold of you again, just let me know. I'll be glad to get in there with my gems and clean out the doomy goo!
  • Rhajat: Hmm. Thanks for the offer.

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