Haar/Supports

With Makalov
Haar: Zzzzz... Makalov: Aaaack! Haar: Zzz-- Snort! Wha...? Huh? Makalov: Agggghhh! Haar: What's with you, man? Makalov: Oh no! Stay away! Haar: What's the matter with you? Makalov: Aaaaack! Help! Somebody help me! Haar: ... Did he think I was a Daein soldier? Well...whatever... Back to sleep......Zzzzzzz... Haar: Hmm...? Hey! You're that... Makalov: Nooooo!!! Haar: Yes, you are. You're that weird guy I saw the other day. Haar: Hey, stop right there! Makalov: Please...have mercy on me! I'll pay you back...I swear! Haar: What are you yammering on about? Makalov: Honestly, I only ran off the other day because I didn't have the money on me. I was just...running home to fetch it. Sweet mercy...I'm begging you! I'm too talented and beautiful to die! Give me more time to pay you back! Haar: Pay me back? What are you talking about? Makalov: Huh? Wait... So you're not... a debt collector? Haar: A debt collector? Did you fall on your head? Makalov: Are you SURE you're not a debt collector? Haar: I don't remember being one. And I think I'd remember something like that. Makalov: What!? You're not!? Phew! Hah...you had me there. I mean...just one nasty look from that face of yours could scare a man to death! Haar: So you're saying I'm ugly, is that it? I look like some kind of thug to you? Makalov: No, no, no! Not at all. You're very...handsome. Ruggedly handsome...yeah... Haar: Hmmm. That was weird. Oh well...back to sleep. Makalov: Oh, there you are! Hey, Haar! Haar: Zzzzzzzz... Makalov: HAAR!!! Wake up! Oh, no! Look! Here comes General Ike! Haar: Zzzzzzzz... Makalov: Nothing will wake him up! He has a lot of guts sleeping before a battle like this. You have to respect that! Even debt collectors would be intimidated... I need to be more like him! Then I'll never have to pay anyone back! All right! I need to get training! The first thing I need to learn is how to sleep anywhere.... Zzzzzz... Haar: ...Quiet down! Who's interrupting my nap?! Makalov: ...Zzzzzz... Phew... Grrrr... I was wrong... Sorry, Marcia! ...Zzzzzz... Haar: ... Makalov: Let me...zzzz...borrow some money...zzz... Haar: Look at him, sleeping before a big battle. It's a miracle he's survived in his state. He must be really lucky. I hope he pulls through!
 * C Level
 * B Level
 * A Level

With Jill
Jill: Captain Haar! Where are you? Captain Haar!!! Haar: Zzzzzzzzzz...huh?! Wha--?! Who?! Oh, Jill. Yaaaawn... Simmer down, Jill. Can't you see I'm sleeping? And do you need to shout my name like that? You're louder than a meat skewer salesman in a crowded market! Jill: Maybe you should try responding when I call you! Haar: I'll do that as soon as you stop calling me captain. Jill: How should I address you, then? Haar: Whatever works for you. Jill: Sir Haar, maybe? Haar: Do I look like a knight to you? Jill: All right. Mr. Haar. Haar: Hah! That doesn't sound right at all. Jill: Fine. Just Haar, then. Haar: Hey! That's pretty good. Jill: Sorry. I can't address my superior like that. I'll just call you Mr. Haar. Haar: Well, I can live with that. Now, let me get back to my nap... Jill: Mr. Haaaaaaaaar! Where are you!? Mr. Haar!!! Haar: I'm right behind you. Jill: Why can't you just respond the first time I call for you? And didn't you promise that you'd respond right away if I stopped calling you captain? Haar: That was only if I wasn't sleeping. Jill: Well, that's most of the time! By the way, it seems like the only time you acted like a professional soldier was when you were in front of my father. Haar: And I recall the only time you weren't so uptight was when you were around Lord Shiharam. Jill: I... I couldn't help it. He was my father. He was different. Haar: I'm with you on that. Lord Shiharam was something special. I didn't want him to see me as hopelessly lazy. Jill: Mr. Haar... Haar: Mmm... I think I'll just stretch out here... Yeah...that's it. This moss is nice and squishy. Leave me alone. It's nap time. Jill: Mr. Haar. Haar: Yes? Jill: That's strange. I didn't have to call you a hundred times before you answered! Haar: Well, I figured this way I don't have to listen to your whining. Jill: Oh, so that's how it is? Well, whatever... Haar: What are you going to do when this war is over, Jill? Jill: Hopefully go back to Daein. I want to be near my father's grave. Haar: I see. Jill: What about you? Haar: If I survive sparring with Ashnard... I don't know what I'll do. I've already thought about guarding Lord Shiharam's grave. Jill: Does that mean you're not happy being with me. Haar: That's not it. I was just thinking you probably don't like being with me. Jill: Why would I not like that? Haar: Then if we both survive this war, let's start a wyvern courier service. We'll make a lot of loot. Jill: Sure... If we survive.
 * Level C
 * Level B
 * Level A