Marcia/Supports

With Kieran
Kieran: Ho ho! I would love to have a chance to train with a pegasus knight. It could only increase my already mighty skills... Oh, here comes one now! Marcia! Marcia: Huh? Kieran: Ahem! Er... I would like to have the pleasure of... Oh, pardon me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name-- Marcia: I already know who you are. Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran. Did I get that right? Kieran: How do you know my name? Not to mention my post... Maybe it was the fame I won during our last battle? No, I was only semi-glorious... Marcia: Um... Kieran: Or perhaps I have injured you and yours with a past transgression? Are you here to revenge yourself on me?! Marcia: Noooo... Kieran: Oh ho! Then tales of my valor must have spread to other countries! Perhaps you know of the time I slew the Giant Spider of... Naah... That's pushing it. But it is possible... Let's see... It's also possible that... Marcia: Hey! Meathead! Kieran: Yaaaa! W-what?! Don't scare me like that! Marcia: We all know your name. You announce yourself every time we fight. "I am Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran! See me and tremble!" Kieran: Hmm... Well, that explains it... Marcia: So. How can I help you? Kieran: Huh? Marcia: Didn't you want to ask me something? Kieran: Oh, that's right. Er... Hm? What did I want to ask you? Blast! Was it... No, that's not it... Marcia: Riiiight. Well, you come find me whenever you remember... Sheesh! I think this guy's helmet is on too tight... Kieran: Marcia! Marcia: Oh, hiya, Kieran. How's your horse? Kieran: Oh, he's much better! And it's all thanks to you! When he took ill, I didn't know what to do, but... Your first aid saved the day! Marcia: Poor guy was exhausted from the constant marching. We've been fighting everywhere. I don't blame him for collapsing. Let him rest until he gets used to this new land. I'm sure he'll get better. Kieran: I had no such knowledge, for I had never fought beyond the borders of sweet Crimea. I thank you with all my heart! Marcia: Pfff! Please! It's no big deal. I've seen much worse. Kieran: Nevertheless, I, Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran, shall return the favor no matter-- Marcia: Hey! Big fella! I told you, thanks aren't necessary. I'm sure that we'll run into something that you can help me with... Er...at least, I guess that might happen... So you can just help me out when that situation arrives. ...If it arrives. Kieran: Say no more! I will do so with my life! Marcia: Please! Keep your life! Oh, that reminds me... Didn't you want to ask me something the other day? Kieran: Oh, that... Well, with my horse's illness and all, I've forgotten what it was... But, by my axe, I swear that I will-- Marcia: Keep your axe too! Good gravy, I can't deal with this guy! Marcia: Kieran! Kieran: Oh, Marcia! Marcia: Your horse looks completely healed! I'm so glad. Kieran: Yes, thanks to you. Let me thank you again! I, Crimean Roy-- Marcia: Oh, jerky! Not again! Stop doing that! Sheesh... Say, what's with the bucket? Kieran: I was going to wash my horse. He hasn't been scrubbed down in a while, and he could use it. Besides, with all of my amazing adventures, my poor horse gets quite the workout. I try to treat him well. Marcia: Aw, that's sweet! Kieran: What is? Marcia: You love your horse! That's so nice! I figured you'd be too busy flexing or something to notice... Kieran: He is more than just a simple horse... He is my brother-in-arms! Some knights, some Crimean knights even, treat their horses like mere transportation... but I don't feel that way. And it's not just horses. Armor! Axes! Gauntlets! Boots! Er...this canteen! All fighting tools are my brothers-in-arms! Marcia: How admirable. Kieran: No, Marcia, it is not admirable. It is simply common sense. Marcia: Ha ha! I wasn't sure that you had common sense! You're always so forgetful and distracted when it comes to other things... Kieran: Huh! Well, I can't say that I can agree! In fact, once while I was fighting the Giant Whippoorwill of Southern Crimea-- Marcia: Good-bye, Kieran!
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 * A Level

With Tanith
Marcia: ...Oh! Tanith: Marcia. It's been a while. Marcia: Oh, chestnuts! D-Deputy Commander Tanith!? What...are you doing here? Tanith: I was just about to ask you the same thing. As deputy commander of the Holy Guard, I took this position on imperial orders. I never would have thought I'd run into one of my former subordinates so soon... Marcia: W-we've been together since we crossed into Daein?! Oh, I had no idea! Talk about strange luck! Heh... Tanith: It certainly is. I'm so glad I've come across my...special subordinate. I've been looking for you for a long time, you know... Marcia: D-Deputy Commander, your eyes... why are you squinting at me like that? Are you...angry? Tanith: Oh, I'm angry. I am very angry. Very angry indeed. Right now I'm weighing my options... Which penalty should I inflict on you for deserting the Begnion Holy Guard? Marcia: I'm... I'm no deserter! Didn't you read the letter of resignation I wrote? Tanith: Did you think you could cast off your sworn duty by scribbling on a piece of paper? You should know the weight of being a soldier in the service of the Begnion Holy Guard. Marcia: I'm... I'm sorry! But I was in such a hurry... Tanith: ...Commander Sigrun is a charitable person. She says she is willing to overlook your desertion. Marcia: Phew... Tanith: However! I put an end to that nonsense! I told her that I would bring you back at any cost and deliver the appropriate penalty. I hope you're ready! Marcia: Oh! I just remembered I have to be somewhere! Somewhere really far away... Excuse me, ma'am! Yaaaaa! Tanith: Stop right there! You're not going to get away this time! Tanith: Marcia! Marcia: Eeeeeeek! D-Deputy Commander! Tanith: What a disgraceful little scream! You should know how to behave in front of your former superior. Marcia: But... Deputy Commander... Are you still upset with me? Tanith: I certainly am! State your reason for deserting your duty as a pegasus knight! You were never one to run away! Even during the most intense missions... You were no coward, Marcia. I've even seen some knights leave because of a silly romantic distraction... but not you. Marcia: Well, if you must know... My brother went missing after he accrued a massive debt. Tanith: Debt? Marcia: Yes. Men began coming to my barracks to collect their money instead of hunting down my brother. That's why I went to find him. I met Ike and his company during my search, and I joined after they saved me from a vicious band of boat monkeys. But I still didn't find my brother. Tanith: ... Marcia: I figured that if I traveled with Ike, I'd eventually find my brother. That's why I'm still with them. Tanith: I see... So he skipped town because of his debts. As your former superior officer, I do feel some sympathy for you. Marcia: Then-- Tanith: Nevertheless! You are still a deserter. It makes no difference why. You will still be punished once my mission is complete. Marcia: Awww... Come on! Marcia: So, you know... I was thinking... If possible... It would be great if you could overlook my punishment. Tanith: Punishing deserters to the harshest degree of the law has always been an iron rule. I cannot make a special exception for you. Marcia: Deputy Commander... Why do you have to be so mean?! Tanith: Why am I mean!? Because you deserted, I had to-- Marcia: You were always like that. Unlike Commander Sigrun, you never once commended our unit. You think you understand us, but you don't. You're just heartless and frigid. Tanith: Don't you get it? Why do you think I'm coming down on you so hard!? Marcia: Excuse me? Tanith: I wouldn't normally say this, but... I had high expectations for you, Marcia. I thought you could take the reigns and someday lead the Holy Guard. Marcia: What!? Where did that come from? Back in Begnion, you said nothing about any of this. Tanith: Do you think I would say something like that on my own? I have no choice now. I'll offer counsel to the commander, and see to it that you have a place back on the Guard. If you come back, I might just forget all about your desertion. Marcia: Deputy Commander... I... I appreciate it!
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 * A Level

With Gatrie
Gatrie: Marcia! How are you doing, beautiful? Marcia: Huh? How do you know my name? Gatrie: Why wouldn't I know the name of a cute girl like you?! You know, there was a time when Titania was the only woman in this mercenary group. Things have really started to shape up while I was away. Mmm... Not bad at all. Marcia: Oh, nice line, chump. I'm swooning. Waaaait... You were a member of the Greil Mercenaries? Gatrie: Yep. Actually, I was a senior member. Marcia: I knew it! You were one of the guys that saved me from those boat monkeys, weren't you? Gatrie: Boat monk... You mean the pirates? Uh...of course! That was me! Marcia: Aw, heck! That's fantastic! I was so grateful for the help. Lemme do something to return the favor. Gatrie: That's nice of you to say, but having someone as gorgeous and talented as you join us is payment enough. I need nothing more! Marcia: Whoa...that's a lot of pressure. I had no idea people depended on me so much. In any case, I'll keep doing my best! Wish me luck! Gatrie: She's so adorable! She will be mine... Oh, yes. She...will...be...mine. Marcia: Heya, big fella! What are you doing today? Gatrie: Marcia! Good to see you. Actually, I was just about to meet up with Ike for a little sparring session. Marcia: W-what!? You're going to fight the commander?! Gatrie: You bet I am! That's why I asked you to stop by. I wanted to invite you along so you could check me out in action. Now, don't get my wrong... Ike is a strong commander. But he doesn't have a chance to match my overwhelming physical power! It's breathtaking, really. Marcia: Breathtaking? Really... I can't wait to see this, Gatrie. Gatrie: Ha ha ha! Well, what can I say? Why don't you just kick back and watch me unleash the raw fury of these mighty arms! Hhhrraaaawwww! Gatrie: Ike! Now's your chance to give up, cur! No?! All right, don't say I didn't warn you! Here we go! Gatrie: This one's for you, Marcia! Haaaarrrgggg!! ...Bwaaa! Marcia: Ooooh, jerky! That looked painful. Gatrie: Whoa there, Ike. Don't make me get tough on you... Hey! T-take it easy! Ooof... Ooof! Ouch! Aghhhhhh! Marcia: Uhhh...is he going to be all right? Gatrie? ...Gaaaatrie? Oh, crackers. Marcia: Heya, Gatrie. Gatrie: ... Marcia: What's the matter, big fella? You're looking down. Gatrie: It's better if you don't talk to me at all, Marcia. Don't even give me a second look. I'm nothing but dirt. I'm worse than dirt... I'm...sludge! Marcia: Oh, boy... This is about the other day, isn't it? When you got beaten down by-- Gatrie: Don't remind me! I was such a fool! I can't believe I let you see me get smacked around like that. I might as well throw in the towel now. I'm just a big loser... Marcia: No you're not! So Ike beat you that time. Big deal! Ike beats everybody! I was still impressed by your all-or-nothing attitude. Gatrie: Really!? Marcia: Really! You're both fierce fighters. Hey, what do you say to being my training partner one of these days? I want both you and Ike to teach me some of your fighting skills. Gatrie: Of course! Marcia: Great! It'll be a hoot! I'm looking forward to it! See you later! Gatrie: ...I was feeling angry at Ike for humiliating me like that... But maybe it will all work out after all. Until later, my sweet Marcia!
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With Rolf
Rolf: Ready...aim... Marcia: Hey! You're Rolf, right? What are you doing out here all alone? Rolf: I'm practicing my archery skills! See? I just nail a target to a tree and fire away. I cover my arrow tips with burlap to prevent accidents. You see...there was this one incident with a marmot... Well, I just try to stay close to the target now. It's not the best way to train, but at least it gives me some practice. Marcia: Aw, that's so cute! You're trying hard, even though you're such a little guy! Rolf: Hey! I'm not small! I'm a dangerous mercenary! Marcia: Yeah, of course you are. Say, you mind if I practice with you? Rolf: That's all right. I can take care of myself. Marcia: Pfff! I know! I'm just offering to help. You know...I was once a knight in the service of the world's greatest country. I also know how to handle a bow. Us pegusus knights fear archers more than anything else, you know. Rolf: Yeah? Well...you better watch out or I'll feather you like a quill! Marcia: Hah! Big words from a little guy! I like you! Hey, you should take a look around and make sure nobody else is around before you start shooting arrows. Rolf: I KNOW that! Don't talk to me like a baby! Marcia: Sheesh! All right! Touchy... Marcia: Incredible! You hit the target twenty-six times in a row! Rolf: Well, my goal was thirty. Marcia: That's a lofty goal, and you came close! You're becoming an impressive archer, Rolf! Rolf: But I can't afford to miss a single shot in battle. The man who taught me how to fire a bow told me that once... I can't be happy with just twenty-six hits. Marcia: You push yourself hard, Rolf. That's admirable. Rolf: Aren't you strict with yourself, Marcia? Marcia: Hm? What, me? Pfff! Of course! I'm stricter than a poached egg on toast! "Be firm with yourself and others!" That's what the first officer in my old unit told me. But you're still... Rolf: A child? I'm not a child. Those days ended the instant I took my first life. Marcia: ...I suppose you're right. You've had to grow up fast traveling with a group of hardened sellswords like this. Rolf: Do you worry about me because I'm young? Marcia: Well...sure. Who wouldn't? Rolf: Well, stop it. I can take care of myself. I've grown strong. Marcia: True enough. Sorry if I underestimated you. Marcia: You landed every one of your shots! Rolf: Hitting the target isn't good enough. My instructor once told me that I should be able to strike the gaps between armor plates. Marcia: That's nearly impossible...but maybe you'll be that good one day. Hold on... Rolf, let me see your hands. Rolf: My hands? Marcia: Oh, barnacles! Your hands are covered with blisters! And you're bleeding! Why are you still practicing like this? What's wrong with you!? Rolf: It hurt at first, but my hands went numb after a while--so I just kept plucking arrows out of my quiver. Marcia: Holy crow, Rolf... You're tough, I'll give you that. Hold still. I know I have a vulnerary around here... There, found it. This may sting a little. Rolf: Thank-YOOOOWWWCCHHH!!! Hey, that hurt! Marcia: That's nothing for a deadly mercenary like you. Right, Rolf? Rolf: A deadly mercenary? You really think so? Marcia: Yes, and it's not just your bowmanship. You're quite tenacious. You're so focused on hitting your targets that you don't even feel pain. Few people are that determined. Rolf: Does that mean I'll be able to make a difference? Will I be able to protect them when they're in danger? Marcia: I'll tell you one thing...the enemy better stay out of bowshot, or you'll turn him into a porcupine! Rolf: Thanks, Marcia. I promise to protect you, too. Marcia: Rolf... I'll look out for you, too. Why... Aw, nuts. ...Did you have to grow up so fast?
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