Ophelia/Supports

C Support

 * 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.

C Support

 * 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...

C Support

 * 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

 * 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

 * 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.

C Support

 * 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

 * 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!

C Support

 * 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 Elise
C Support B Support
 * 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...
 * 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.

C Support

 * 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

 * 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

 * 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.

C Support

 * 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
A Support
 * 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.
 * 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.

C Support

 * 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

 * 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

 * 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.

C Support

 * 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

 * 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

 * 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

 * 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!

C Support

 * 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

 * 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

 * 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!

C Support

 * 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!