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Michalis/Narcian C-S Support

Written by  airlock

C SUPPORT

Michalis: … Hm? Is there someone flying towards me?

Narcian: Ho, you there, with the awful lank hair!

Michalis: That’s King Michalis of Macedon to you. Who are you, anyway?

Narcian: Why, that’s a great question! I am the most sophisticated of the Wyvern Generals, the bravest champion of Bern, the truest hero since Hartmut, a warrior, statesman, and orator extraordinaire, Saint Elimine’s only work to surpass her own-

Michalis: Get to the point.

Narcian: My glorious name is Narcian, and I happen to have a bone to pick with you.

Michalis: Hmph. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last… Save your grievances for someone who cares to hear them. Because I do not. Least of all in a battlefield.

Narcian: What an uppity flea! Are you saying that there’s something more important to do than attending to my needs? Because nothing is more important than I!

Michalis: Do you know who I am, fool? If you knew, you wouldn’t speak to me so freely. You would kneel and tremble before me!

Narcian: Normally, I wouldn’t know one worm from the other. But your actions have been unacceptable enough to capture even the great Narcian’s attention. You should be truly ashamed!

Michalis: Shame? That’s a worthless feeling. Only those who rise above these petty trappings can accomplish their ambitions… But if you would learn a thing or two of shame, all you have to do is watch me in combat and be humbled. Here, I will grant you just such an opportunity!

Narcian: Stop at this instant! That abhorrent behavior of yours is precisely what I must correct! If you simply keep running through each insignificant bug in our path, there won’t be any left for me to crush! How am I to show off to our superiors my stunning abilities and worthiness of high status if I’m not given hordes of miserable clods to shine against?

Narcian: … Why, you! How dare you ride away while the great Narcian speaks to you! Fly that ugly wyvern back here this instant! Obey me, you filthy, mutt-biting flea!

[Michalis and Narcian have reached support rank C.]

B SUPPORT

Narcian: Aha! Finally, I have clawed through the dirt enough to dig up this flailing worm again! … I speak to you, witless simpleton!

Michalis: Oh, it’s you. I thought you might have been talking to your own reflection. You were calling for a witless simpleton, after all.

Narcian: What nonsense! Everyone knows that I don’t take to battlefields with mirrors on them, lest I, not my enemies, become distracted by my radiant glory!

Michalis: Enough of this inane tangent. Whatever it is you have to say – just be done with it at once, and pray for dear life that I’ll find it worthy of my attention.

Narcian: Hmhmhmhm!! You will rue the day when you’ve disobeyed the great Narcian, for I have seen through your charade! You may act superior and bark threats all you like, you may even continue to shamelessly steal my rightful glory, but I know who you really are now!

Michalis: What in the world are you talking about?

Narcian: In your own world, you were a figure worthy of the historical records. Not for greatness – but for notoriety! You, who thought to teach me something of grace or combat… Was utterly defeated on every contest of such things!

Narcian: Well, what do you have to say to this? Are you in awe of my library-trawling prowess? No secret is kept well enough to evade my cunning!

Michalis: … Hmph. If you would hear what I have to say about this… it would be that wasting so much effort to dredge up a man’s history over some fool trifle is truly graceless.

Michalis: And if you absolutely had to do such a thing, you’d have wasted much less time asking around, for I’m exactly as notorious as you say and I do not hide from my past.

Michalis: And since you must have neglected to train while you were wasting your time in this diatribe, your combat abilities-

Narcian: Oh, that’s it! I’ve heard enough from your fraudulent, mud-crusted mouth! The time has come for me to show you my superiority through my raging axe, rather than my melodious words! Come at me, cur! Be honored that you get to witness my peerless skills firsthand, but be utterly terrified as-

Michalis: No. I will waste no blade of mine on such low scum while I can whet my appetite for battle on these perfectly able Emblian soldiers instead. Farewell, and don’t ever bother me again.

Narcian: Aaaargh!! How dare you demote me like this, Zephiel!!!

Michalis: …

Narcian: …

Michalis: … Hah. And now, you know of a MUCH simpler way to dredge up a man’s shameful past!

Narcian: Noooooo!!!

[Michalis and Narcian have reached support rank B.]

A SUPPORT

Michalis: How many today? Just three? Pitiful. I’m more than warrior enough for all of-

Emblian soldier: Now!

Michalis: Huh? Oh! You cravens!

Emblian soldier: You’re surrounded! Drop your weapons and surrender!

Michalis: Tch! As if! Bring your whole army before me, I dare you! You won’t see me surrendering even then!

Michalis: … Gnrk! I hate to admit, these cravens fight well…

Michalis: … Haaah…

Narcian: Ha! Scatter before me, you Emblian roaches!

Emblian soldier: Urk!

Emblian soldier: Gah!

Narcian: Who else dares stand in the great and mighty Narcian’s way? That’s right! You’d all better retreat! Run, and tell your masters that you were defeated by none other than me!

Michalis: If this is your idea of saving my life… You’re wasting your energy once again… I’ve been much closer to death… than… this…

Narcian: You dare misconstrue my intentions! You, who have wounded my pride, and then done it twice: listen well! If your miserable life is taken by some lowly Emblian clods, then my revenge will be lost! That would simply not stand!

Narcian: I will now ferry you back to quarters, and you will rest. Rest and heal, fool, so that when you’ve recovered, I will appear and cut you down once again! And each time you are healed, I will claw into you once more, until I have exacted my glorious, bloody vengeance! Only then will you have my permission to die! Have I made myself clear?!

Michalis: … Heh. Heheheh. Ahahahahah!!

Narcian: Stop wasting your breath at once! If you twist yourself to death on my wyvern’s back, I will personally have you killed! And then, I will round up your whole family and do unspeakable deeds to each one of them!

Michalis: Ahahahahahahahaaaaaah!!!

Michalis: Hah… hah… To most of my family, you may do as you will. But if you so much as point that forked tongue of yours towards my sister Maria, you will taste my wrath and your own blood, regardless of whether I’m dead.

Narcian: Hmhmhmhmhm… So if it comes to that… I know who to start with…

Narcian: … Stop struggling at once, you damned fool! At this rate, you will tear open every single one of your wounds at once and then fall off the wyvern!

[Michalis and Narcian have reached support rank A.]

S SUPPORT

Narcian: A fine evening to you, burrowing rat! I have come to see how your injuries fare. Depending on how well they are, today may be the first of many days when you know the chilly bite of my emerald!

Narcian: But first, you may thank the great Narcian, for he is as strong as he is magnanimous. Indeed, he has decided not to harm your precious “Muriah”, for he has-

Michalis: Hm?

Narcian: What in Saint Elimine’s vast Elibe is this?!

Michalis: Heh. It’s not every day that you see a king do a squire’s work, I’ll grant, but is it truly so unusual?

Michalis: I should explain. Polishing my wyvern’s silver barding is work that I can trust no one else with. Your average serving clod would just soak it in common polish… That sort of foul goop will irritate a wyvern’s scales severely. So, you see, if I’d have my royal mount receive the treatment it deserves, with the right materials and the right techniques, I must see to it on my own-

Narcian: Oh, this glorious sight!! I can’t peel my eyes away from it!! What a spectacle!! What shining beauty!!

Michalis: Excuse me?!

Narcian: It’s almost impossible to believe that such perfection can be made in flesh!! It must be the work of the gods themselves!! They made this, and they broke the mold, because such majesty must be kept safe from itself!!

Michalis: Heh. I should have known that this was your true angle, from how intensely you pursued me. I’ll admit that this flattery is… interesting, at least.

Narcian: Oh, what would I even do after being struck by such an image of divinity…

Michalis: Hm? A sudden question… But I can think of something. After all, even if your motives must be so byzantine, you’ve proven yourself as a warrior. And if I have able warriors at my side, then I will be another step closer to accomplishing my grand ambitions…!

Narcian: Anything! I would do anything to preserve this wondrous sight!!

Michalis: Excellent. We have an agreement, then. Once our battles for Askr are done, seek me out. By then, I will know which battles fate shall take us to next. But listen! Your life is now mine to command, so, don’t you dare go wasting it on some Emblian worms.

Michalis: Now, if you’ll excuse me. My work with this croupiere is done, so I will put the barding away and get started on the saddle. So, until the next battle, I suppose.

Narcian: … Oh, Narcian, when will you ever learn? You should’ve averted your eyes from that highly reflective surface before it was too late… Ah, but how could I resist my incredible charm for even a passing moment? The blame is on whoever left all that polished silver just lying around. When I find out who did this, I will threaten their entire family! But maybe… a little less of it than usual, since gazing into that wondrous image is always a sublime experience…

[Michalis and Narcian have reached support rank S.]