Avatar: Ah, Effie. Hosting a feast, are you? Who else is invited?
Effie: Oh, hello, Lord Avatar. No, why do you ask?
Avatar: Um... because you have enough food for twelve people laid out here.
Effie: Twelve people? Goodness, no. This is simply my lunch—nothing more. I expend a great deal of energy in the course of my training, you see. Afterward, I must refuel. All in the name of protecting Lady Elise, of course!
Avatar: I see. Well, Elise is lucky to have someone like you on her side.
Effie: Thank you for the kind words! I do hope I'm doing an adequate job for her. After all, I owe her everything...
Avatar: Is that so? How do you mean?
Effie: Oh yes, I wouldn't be the person I am today without her.
Avatar: That sounds like an interesting story. Care to fill me in?
Effie: I suppose I could... but it's a long story, and I like to eat while my lunch is hot.
Avatar: Of course! Pardon me.
Effie: Thank you, Lord Avatar. *nom* *nom* *nom*
B Support
Avatar: Effie, there you are! I've been looking all over for you. Wait, what are you doing?
Effie: Oh, Lord Avatar! I'm just patching up this wall. After it rained the other day, I noticed that a few of the boulders were loose. We can't have that, can we?
Avatar: I don't understand. What kind of repairs can you possibly—
Effie: Here, I'll show you. HRRRRGH!
Avatar: Unbelievable! How can you lift that rock with your bare hands?
Effie: Aw, it's nothing. Just years of training in service of Lady Elise.
Avatar: That's right... You were going to tell me a story about her the last time we spoke. Are you still willing to share?
Effie: Certainly. But would you mind terribly if I continue working while we speak?
Avatar: Not at all.
Effie: Very well. I'll start at the beginning. I was born into extreme poverty—a child of the streets. And yet Lady Elise herself would often visit my slum in disguise.
Avatar: Really? I had no idea.
Effie: Oh, yes. Now, let me just grab another rock... HRAAAAAAA! Anyway, as I was saying, Lady Elise visited frequently, and we became fast friends. Hyup. HRRRRRGH! Whew! One day, while we were playing, some guards began harassing us. Lady Elise was forced to reveal her identity to get them to leave us alone.
Avatar: I see.
Effie: Her glory was so blinding at that moment that I can hardly describe it. YAAAAAHHHH!
Avatar: Pardon me, Effie, but your repairs are becoming too distracting!
Effie: How do you mean?
Avatar: I've never seen such feats of strength. It's all I can do to refrain from applauding! Perhaps you can finish telling me the story another time.
Effie: Sure, I suppose so, Lord Avatar. Although... I have a favor to ask of you.
Avatar: Certainly. Name it.
Effie: All this lifting is making me hungry. I know it's not your place, but... Would you mind terribly bringing me something to eat? A whole lot of something, preferably.
Avatar: Of course, Effie. I'll return shortly.
Effie: Thank you, Lord Avatar! Bring me as much food as you can carry, please!
A Support
Avatar: Hello, Effie. I've been dying to hear the rest of your story.
Effie: Of course, Lord Avatar. Now, where did I leave off?
Avatar: Some guards were harassing you, and Lady Elise was forced to reveal her identity.
Effie: That's right. It was sad, because we both realized we wouldn't be able to play together anymore. I sat sobbing in the street for hours, until I realized how I could see Elise again!
Avatar: Go on...
Effie: Well, I realized that I must become a palace soldier.
Avatar: Of course. It all makes sense.
Effie: If I could make it as a soldier, I'd get to spend time at the palace. And to even be in the presence of Lady Elise once again seem intoxicating. From that day onward, I gave everything in my quest to become a soldier. Fortunately, I turned out to have some aptitude for the profession.
Avatar: Yes, I'd vouch for that...
Effie: Anyway, it was't long before my dream came true. Lady Elise took me on as a retainer. And that's where things stand today. She brought me hope in my darkest days. I would do anything for her. So, uh, that's my story...
Avatar: Effie, thank you so much for sharing this with me. I may have said this before, but Elise is truly lucky to have you as her retainer.
Effie: Thank you. That's nice to hear. But...
Avatar: But? What's wrong?
Effie: Lord Avatar... I feel a bit conflicted. Because lately, you've become so important to me.
Avatar: And this upsets you?
Effie: Yes--I mean, no! It's just that...well...Lady Elise is always my first priority. But at the same time, you've been so helpful in battle. And you've taken such an interest in my humble life story...
Avatar: Effie, there's nothing to worry about. I understand your feelings for Elise. I would never want to get in between you and her. I know that she comes first.
Effie: I'm so relieved to hear that! Because we do seem to be such a good team...On the battlefield.
Avatar: Yes, of course. On the battlefield.
S Support
Avatar: Effie! I've been looking all over for you.
Effie: Lord Avatar? What's going on? Why are you carrying that roast turkey?
Avatar: Well, Effie, I figured you might be wrapping up a workout and in need of sustenance. So, I had one of the cooks prepare a meal for us to share.
Effie: Aww, that's so thoughtful, Avatar! I mean...Lord Avatar.
Avatar: Please, just call me Avatar.
Effie: If you say so, Avatar. Anyway, can we start eating? I'm famished. Ooh, those dinner rolls look like they're fresh out of the oven. And you even have soft butter! Gimme!
Avatar: Effie, wait!
Effie: *crunch* *CRUNCH* *ptooie* What am I eating? This one has gravel or something in it. Yuck!
Avatar: Oh dear...
Effie: Omigosh... is this a ring?
Avatar: Was. It WAS a ring.
Effie: What?!
Avatar: Well, I suppose this is my moment, ring or not. Effie, will you marry me?
Effie: But...but... You're a prince! And I'm just a humble retainer.
Avatar: I don't care about such things. Why should it matter?
Effie: Well, perhaps it doesn't. But do you even know what you'd be getting into? When I'm not working out, I'm eating, resting, or guarding Elise. There isn't much room for anything else. Could you live like that?
Avatar: Effie, the last thing I'd want to do is disrupt your lifestyle. I know how important Elise is to you. But just think...if we were to marry, she would become your sister.
Effie: Elise...my sister? I think I'm going to faint...
Avatar: Yes, well, sister-in-law, I suppose. But still. Your bond would be closer than ever.
Effie: Then...I will. I will marry you, Avatar! Let me just put on this ring— Oh.
Avatar: Yes. It was rather pretty, I can assure you! But don't worry. It appears as though the gem has split evenly in two. We can have a blacksmith craft two matching rings. One for each of us.
Effie: That sounds perfect. I love you, Avatar!
Effie: Nothing is stronger than my love for you. Except my biceps...
Avatar: Eh, Effie. Hosting a feast, are you? Who else is invited?
Effie: Oh, hello, Lady Avatar. No, why do you ask?
Avatar: Um...because you have enough food for twelve people laid out here.
Effie: Twelve people? Goodness, no. This is simply my lunch--nothing more. I expend a great deal of energy in the course of my training, you see. Afterward, I must refuel. All in the name of protecting Lady Elise, of course!
Avatar: I see. Well, Elise is lucky to have someone like yo on her side.
Effie: Thank you for the kind words! I do hope I'm doing an adequate job for her. After all, I owe her everything...
Avatar: Is that so? How do you mean?
Effie: Oh, yes. I wouldn't be the person I am today without her.
Avatar: That sounds like an interesting story. Care to fill me in?
Effie: I suppose I could...but it's a long story, and I'd like to eat while my lunch is hot.
Avatar: Of course! Pardon me.
Effie: Thank you, Lady Avatar. *nom**nom**nom*
B Support
Avatar: Effie, there you are! I've been looking all over for you. Wait, what are you doing?
Effie: Oh, Lady Avatar! I'm just patching up this wall. After it rained the other day, I noticed that a few of the boulders were loose. We can't have that, can we?
Avatar: I don't understand. What kind of repairs can you possibly--
Effie: Here, I'll show you. HRRRRGH!
Avatar: Unbelievable! How can you lift that rock with your bare hands?
Effie: Aw, it's nothing. Just years of training in service of Lady Elise.
Avatar: That's right... You were going to tell me a story about her the last time we spoke. Are you still willing to share?
Effie: Certainly. But would you mind terribly if I continue working while we speak?
Avatar: Not at all.
Effie: Very well. I'll start at the beginning. I was born in extreme poverty--a child of the streets. And yet Lady Elise herself would often visit my slum in disguise.
Avatar: Really? I had no idea.
Effie: Oh, yes. Now, let me just grab another rock...HRAAAAAAA! Anyway, as I was saying, Lady Elise visited frequently, and we became fast friends. Hyup. HRRRRRGH! Whew! One day, while we were playing some guards began harassing us. Lady Elise was forced to reveal her identity to get them to leave us alone.
Avatar: I see.
Effie: Her glory was so blinding at that moment that I can hardly describe it. YAAAAAHHHH!
Avatar: Pardon me, Effie, but your repairs are becoming too distracting!
Effie: How do you mean?
Avatar: I've never seen such feats of strength. It's all i can do to refrain from applauding. Perhaps you can finish telling me the story another time.
Effie: Sure, I suppose so, Lady Avatar. Although...I have a favor to ask of you.
Avatar: Certainly. Name it.
Effie: All this lifting is making me hungry. I know it's not your place, but...Would you mind terribly bringing me something to eat? A whole lot of something, preferably.
Avatar: Of course, Effie. I'll return shortly.
Effie: Thank you, Lady Avatar! Bring as much food as you can carry, please!
A Support
Avatar: Hello, Effie. I've been dying to hear the rest of your story. Is now a good time?
Effie: Of course, Lady Avatar. Now, where did I leave off?
Avatar: Some guards were harassing you, and Lady Elise was forced to reveal her identity.
Effie: That's right. It was sad, because we both realized we wouldn't be able to play together anymore. I sat sobbing in the street for hours, until I realized how I could see Elise again!
Avatar: Go on...
Effie: Well, I realized that I must become a palace soldier.
Avatar: Of course. It all makes sense.
Effie: If I could make it as a soldier, I'd get to spend time at the palace. And to even be in the presence of Lady Elise once again seem intoxicating. From that day onward, I gave everything in my quest to become a soldier. Fortunately, I turned out to have some aptitude for the profession.
Avatar: Yes, I'd vouch for that...
Effie: Anyway, it was't long before my dream came true. Lady Elise took me on as a retainer. And that's where things stand today. She brought me hope in my darkest days. I would do anything for her. So, uh, that's my story...
Avatar: Effie, thank you so much for sharing this with me. I may have said this before, but Elise is truly lucky to have you as her retainer.
Effie: Thank you. That's nice to hear. But...
Avatar: But? What's wrong?
Effie: Lady Avatar... I feel a bit conflicted. Because lately, you've become so important to me.
Avatar: And this upsets you?
Effie: Yes--I mean, no! It's just that...well...Lady Elise is always my first priority. But at the same time, you've been so helpful in battle. And you've taken such an interest in my humble life story...
Avatar: Effie, there's nothing to worry about. I understand your feelings for Elise. I would never want to get in between you and her. I know that she comes first.
Effie: I'm so relieved to hear that! Because we do seem to be such a good team...On the battlefield.
Jakob: Effie, I beg your pardon, but what are you eating?!
Effie: *munch**munch* ...Just some cake.
Jakob: I knew it! You do realize I baked that cake especially for Lady/Lord Avatar!
Effie: You did?! Then you shouldn't leave it out like this! Someone could eat it by mistake!
Jakob: Would you PLEASE put the rest of the cake down?!
Effie: I don't think you realize how good this tastes after a long workout! *munch*
Jakob: If you can't reign yourself in, I will have to stop you by force!
Effie: *munch**munch*
Jakob: Very well, then! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Effie: *munch**munch*
Jakob: Huh?! My attack had no effect on you at all.
Effie: You'll have to try harder than that. Even then I doubt you can stop me.
Jakob: Curse you, Effie! Now what am I going to serve at teatime?
Effie: If I were you, I'd make some more of that cake. It was delicious!
B Support
Effie: 137... 138... 139!
Jakob: She's lifting enormous water barrels. How ridiculous! No wonder she's starving.
Effie: Hey, Jakob... Got any more of that cake on you?
Jakob: Of course not! ...And even if I did, I wouldn't be giving you so much as a slice!
Effie: Wow... That's really mean.
Jakob: You idiot! Now you've destroyed a perfectly good water barrel!
Effie: ... Oops.
Jakob: If you would stop performing such absurd training exercises-
Effie: Oh, no! I can't stop. People are counting on me! I have to be as strong as possible! I would do anything to protect my friends... even give up my own life!
Jakob: That's terrible! How could you be so cruel to your friends?
Effie: ...Cruel?
Jakob: Think of the burden! I certainly wouldn't want you dying on my account. Then, I would have to spend the rest of my life remembering your noble sacrifice. Ugh!
Effie: ...Um...OK?
A Support
Effie: Hey, Jakob...
Jakob: There is no cake, Effie, so don't even bother...
Effie: Actually, I'm not looking for cake. I just wanted to speak with you.
Jakob: Well, that's a refreshing change.
Effie: You said you'd be angry if I died while trying to protect you...
Jakob: I would. I don't need that kind of guilt in my life.
Effie: But, Jakob, you're one of my friends. If you were in trouble, I couldn't just look away!
Jakob: I see. Well, I suppose you would have to come to my aid then...and stay alive.
Effie: Stay alive?
Jakob: I couldn't care less if you protect me or not. I just can't have you dying on me.
Effie: But how am I supposed to promise that?!
Jakob: You haven't died yet, am I correct? Clearly, whatever you're doing is working.
Effie: All right. I'll do my best to stay alive.
Jakob: Well, isn't that a relief?! Since that's settled, please excuse me...
S Support
Effie: *munch**munch* This is THE best cake I've ever had!
Jakob: Would you expect anything less? I made it! I used three scoops of protein powder, just the way you like.
Effie: I feel so special that you would bake a cake for me.
Jakob: Hmph! You're easy. If that's all it takes, I'll bring you one every day.
Effie: Seriously?! Please. Do that!
Jakob:...Fine, but I have one condition. You have to marry me.
Effie: Uh, it sounded like you just said...
Jakob:...Marry me. If you do, I promise to keep you well supplied with protein-rich foods.
Effie: I'm sorry... Do you really think I would marry you just because you can bake?
Jakob: Of course not. I have other skills as well. I can iron, mend, polish, launder, and-
Effie: Stop! All of that may be true, but those are terrible reasons to get married!
Jakob: They are?
Effie: Jakob, I am not going to marry you for your domestic prowess...I am going to marry you for your kind heart!
Jakob: Wait... Did you just say you're going to marry me?!
Effie: Yes! You come across a little rude at first, but you are fiercely loyal to your friends.
Jakob: That is the same quality that drew me to you, Effie. I love you.
Effie: Good. Now that we've settled that, let's talk cake. You'll bake one EVERY day...?
Effie: Well, I mean, I'm here because I'm sworn to protect Lady Elise. I owe here everything--and she's my best friend--so it's a natural arrangement. But you're not anyone's retainer. What's in it for you?
Silas: I see. So, you think I'm some kind of mercenary?
Effie: No, that's not it. I guess I'd just struggle with motivation if it weren't for Lady Elise. And yet you're so dedicated...and one of our strongest fighters. So, if you're not just in it for yourself, why are you here?
Silas: Well, Effie, I'm really no different than you. I'm here to protect Avatar. We have a long, complicated history, but I would do anything to protect him/her. That's all there is to it!
Effie: I don't think that's true at all.
Silas: What?! How can you say that?
Effie: The part about you being no different than me. That's just not true!
Silas: Well, I'm not going to stand here and argue with you. But it seems rather obvious to me...
Effie: I'm sorry--I'm probably overreacting. I guess I'm just a bit sensitive. Just hold off on comparing the two of us until you get to know me better, OK?
Effie: *sigh* Night watch is so boring... I wish I had something to eat...
Mozu: Hello, Miss Effie. What are you doing out here so late?
Effie: Mozu? I'm on watch. And what are you doing with all that fruit?
Mozu: Oh, I'm just getting ready to hang it out to dry.
Effie: Why? Won't it spoil?
Mozu: Oh, no, not at all! It's actually a great way to preserve the fruit. After it dries for a few days, I'll take it into town to sell it. People love it!
Effie: Wow, that's a really good idea. Did you come up with it yourself?
Mozu: I guess so... I mean, it's just something I used to do back in the village. It's a good way to make a little money the side, too. Hee!
Effie: Well, I'm impressed. And, to be honest... a little bit hungry. *GROWL* Ok, a lot hungry...
Mozu: Was that your stomach?
Effie: Yeah. Sorry. My watch is almost over, but I haven't eaten in hours...
Mozu: Then why don't you eat one of these?
Effie: Your fruit? But I don't want to cut into your profits.
Mozu: Oh, it's fine. I've got a ton! Please, help yourself.
Xander: No, at the moment all is calm. I just decided I should spend more time conversing with my fellow soldiers. So, if there's anything on your mind I'd like to hear it. Do you have any suggestions, comments, or complaints?
Effie: Complaints?
Xander: How is your relationship with Lady Elise? All is well, I hope?
Effie: Oh, it's perfect. I am prepared, as always, to protect her to my utmost ability. I push myself to the max in every workout and battle for her. I consume plate after plate of food for her. And when the food's all gone, I scavenge for more. For her, I must be strong!
Xander: Excellent. We should all be so lucky to fall under your protection. But tell me, is there anything that makes you unhappy? Please, speak freely.
Effie: If anything, I am somewhat dissatisfied with my own performance.
Xander: How so? It seems you do above and beyond in all you do.
Effie: It's just... I hold myself to an impossibly high standard. In some ways I've plateaued, but I want to take my training further. I've tried everything, but it's been difficult to make any progress...
Xander: I see. Well, I'm certain you have yet to reach your maximum potential. Have you consulted with Arthur? He seems to take his personal fitness quite seriously. You should have a word with him. Perhaps he'll have some workout tips for you.
Effie: Sound advice, milord. I will do just that.
B Support
Xander: Ah, Effie. Did you ever meet with Arthur about your training?
Effie: Yes, milord. He observed one of my workouts, and then we... uh... sparred.
Xander: Fantastic.
Effie: Er, yes. Although, to be honest the sparring wasn't particularly useful.
Xander: Oh?
Effie: Well, it's just... Arthur didn't offer much in the way of competition. Although, in fairness, it wasn't really his fault.
Xander: Please, elaborate
Effie: Certainly, milord. Just as Arthur was getting into his battle stance, a bee flew up his nose! Flailing about in confusion, he stumbled across a tree root and lost his balance. We were, unfortunately, positioned near the top of a particularly steep ravine...
Xander: Ah, no need to continue, I can guess what happened next.
Effie: So... you don't want to hear about the part where he got struck by lightning?
Xander: *sigh* Poor Arthur. He seems almost cursed somehow...
Effie: True... Anyway, Lord Xander, I am still in search of new training methods. Our enemies grow strongre by the day and I fear I am falling behind,
Xander: I understand, Effie. I will give this matter some more thought.
Leo: Not at all! I'm just mapping out our next battle strategy. The enemy is heavily fortified right here. I'm deciding how best to attack. Any ideas?
Effie: Sure... You could send me in. I will rush toward the enemy's front line.
Leo: What?! How is that a strategy?
Effie: I will keep them occupied while the rest of our forces attack from the rear.
Leo: That's a lot of responsibility for a single soldier. You'd never make it out alive!
Effie: Well, that's all I got.
Leo: Thanks, Effie. I think it would be good if you stuck to fighting from now on. How about you leave the strategy part up to me?
Effie: Anything you command...
B Support
Leo: Effie, you are a marvel on the battlefield. No one is more daring than you. I've watched you annihilate enemies and perform impossible rescues. In the last battle, you took out 10 soldiers with a single thrust of your lance. Then, without a pause, you scaled a tree and rescued a kitten. Where does all that energy come from?
Effie: Thanks, milord, but I'm just doing my job.
Leo: Still, I'm concerned. You're neglecting one of our most valuable assets.
Effie: What's that?!
Leo: You, of course. I'm appalled by the risks you take with your won life!
Effie:Sir, my life if worthless if I can't protect the lives of my companions.
Leo: Do you really believe others' lives are more valuable than your own?
Effie: I would die to protect my friends!
Leo: I see. You put others first— always. That is an admirable quality. Effie. I won't let you down. If you're risking your life, I won't have it be for nothing. I promise I will never send you into battle without a sound plan.
Effie: Thank you, Lord Leo. That is all a soldier could ask for.
Effie: I'm sorry. I can't help it. I just never feel full...
Elise: It's because you train too much! You've gotta take it easy sometimes.
Effie: But I can't get stronger if I don't train.
Elise: I wouldn't worry about that. I think you're plenty strong already.
Effie: One mustn't neglect one's responsibilities, Lady Elise. I need to be strong enough to protect you from anything.
Elise: Aww, that's sweet! but I still think you might be overdoing it. Besides, doesn't eating all that food make it harder for you to move in an emergency?
Effie: Oh, yes. In fact, I'm having trouble moving right now.
Elise: What?! Does that mean we can't go for a walk now?
Effie: Don't worry. You can just roll me on my side instead.
Elise: *sigh* No, it's OK. We'll walk together some other day...
B Support
Effie: HUH! HAH! HOO-WAH! HYAH!
Elise: Effie! Will you put me down now? Pleeease? I don't wanna be your dumbbell anymore!
Effie: Aww, but you're the perfect weight...OK. I'll set you down. Watch your feet milady.
Elise: No need to be so formal, Effie! It's just the two of us.
Effie: Yes, milad---er, OK, Elise.
Elise: Heehee. Say, do you remember how we met?
Effie: Of course I do. You snuck out of the castle and came to play in the underground city.
Elise: Yep! I was sick of being in that stuffy old castle. I wanted to make a new friend! A real one.
Effie: I'd never have guessed that muddy little girl was our princess.
Elise: If we hadn't gone back up to the capital, you probably never woulda found out, huh? It's weird to think about what might have happened...
Effie: Yes. It would have changed the entire course of my life. But we did go up, and those guards found us. I tried so hard to protect you, but they were too much for me. I was only a child...I might have been locked away forever if you hadn't told them who you were.
Elise: Heehee. Yeah, we sure showed them! They got sooooooo scared!
Effie: That was the day I swore I'd protect you for the rest of my life. No matter what.
Elise: Yup! I remember it like it was yesterday. Thank you for always being there for me, Effie
Arthur: Greetings, Effie! Can you spare a moment to discuss something of dire importance?
Effie: Arthur? What's going on? Is Lady Elise OK?
Arthur: Haha! Er, yes, of course. Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you. But what I say next may shock and disturb you to your very core!
Effie: Well, what are you waiting for?!
Arthur: Effie, I believe we need to have a chat.
Effie: We're having a chat right now! Now will you hurry up and get to the point?
Arthur: Certainly Effie. I believe that I am falling behind in my Elise-guarding duties. I see your dedication to her in every aspect of your life, and I am envious. Please, I must know your secret!
Effie: There's no secret. but what you said about my dedication is accurate. I'm more than just her retainer. I'm her best friend. Everything I do is for her. But that doesn't mean you should feel bad. You're her hero, you know?
Arthur: It warms my ears to hear such praise, but I fear it is not enough. Our battles grow fiercer by the day! I must know the secrets of your strength!
Effie: Oh! Well, my strength comes from my training. You're welcome to join me for a workout or sparring session anytime.
Arthur: Fantastic! I look forward to battling to the death—
Effie: WHAT?
Arthur: —of my energy. To the death of my energy. Is that not a common expression? Oh ho! My mistake.
B Support
Effie: Arthur, I've been thinking about our talk the other day. And I realized the reason you feel you're not doing enough for Lady Elise... is because you're always doing so much for everyone else. You're far more generous than I.
Arthur: Generous? Oh ho ho! Yes, yes, I suppose I'm reasonably generous. But not any more than you!
Effie: Are you kidding? You're always putting other people before yourself. Anytime you see someone in trouble--anyone in trouble--you rush in. Me? I'd snatch a cup of water from a guy who was on fire if Lady Elise were thirsty.
Arthur: Oh ho! Remind me not to catch on fire in proximity to Elise during the warm months! But seriously, I do see your point. Perhaps I do spend too much time helping old ladies cross the path. And I should probably stop making silly faces at crying babies until they laugh...
Effie: Arthur... no. You shouldn't ever change. That wasn't what I meant. The world needs a hero like you. A hero who stands up for justice, no matter what. A hero who always takes the little guy's side, even at his own expense.
Arthur: Well... thank you, Effie! This conversation has been tremendously illuminating. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to resolve this minor identity crisis like a hero. With an extra dessert and some snuggling with my fuzzy blanket. Cheerio!
A Support
Effie: Arthur...we need to talk.
Arthur: Oh? How may I be of service, fair maiden?
Effie: Well, to be blunt... What's wrong with you?
Arthur: How do you mean?
Effie: Well, in our last battle, you seemed a bit listless. You looked tired.
Arthur: Is that so? Well, I have been experimenting a bit with my training...
Effie: Experimenting? What have you been up to?
Arthur: Ah! It's more a question of what HAVEN'T I been up to. You see, I've decided to try focusing more on our Lady Elise. Like you! So, to that end, I haven't helped any little old ladies cross the street. And I haven't rescued any cats from any trees or rooftops in a very long time. Instead, I have spent hours thinking about Lady Elise...just like you! I have pledged total allegiance to her, just like you! And I have begun bench-pressing tree trunks. Er, kinda just like you. How DO you manage to make it look so easy?
Effie: Oh, Arthur. You didn't need to change anything you were doing. Forget bench-pressing tree trunks. That's MY thing. Go back to rescuing cats and cheering up crying babies. That's the selfless Arthur we all know and love. Because whatever you're doing now...it sure isn't working.
Arthur: Terrific! I mean, oh.
Effie: Oh, please don't be upset, Arthur. It's just that we each have our way of doing things. It's not like one is better than the other. We're both good at what we do. Honestly, I think the best thing you can do for Elise is to just be yourself.
Arthur: Stupendous!
Effie: Yes, that's the Arthur I know!
Arthur: And love?
Effie: Er, yes.
Arthur: Haha! OK, then.
Effie: (That was weird...)
S Support
Effie: Hello, Arthur. What is it you so urgently needed to see me about?
Arthur: Greetings, Effie! I apologize for imparting a false sense of urgency to this meeting. Because, unfortunately, my goldsmith has failed me...
Effie: Does it have anything to do with this box?
Arthur: Where did you get that?
Effie: It just showed up at my place with both of our names on it. There's some kind of ring inside, see?
Arthur: You opened it? Oh, no...
Effie: I'm sorry, I thought I should see what was inside—since my name was on the box.
Arthur: Oh, that's quite all right. Er...yes. In fact this will be quite splendid. Indeed! Oh ho! Fantastic! Er... Come on, Arthur, pull yourself together...
Effie: Arthur! Are you OK? What is all that muttering? Have you become possessed? Oh dear. Quickly—blink twice if you're possessed!
Arthur: *blink* *blink* *blink* *blink* *blink*
Effie: I...I don't know what to make of that.
Arthur: AHEM. Apologies, milady. I believe I have gathered myself adequately. So. The reason I called you out here today was to see if you would accept this ring.
Effie: Oh. Well, obviously, I already did.
Arthur: Well, yes, I suppose that's technically accurate. The best kind of accurate! But, er, I was hoping that you would accept it as a symbol of our marriage.
Effie: Our marriage?! What did you do, Arthur? Did you get us legally married without consulting me?
Arthur: Haha! No, of course not.
Effie: Oh, thank goodness. Because I don't think I can marry you, Arthur. Not because I don't find you handsome...or enjoy spending time with you. It's just... I'm basically already married to Lady Elise. She's everything to me. I don't know if there's room in my life for you!
Arthur: Oh, Effie. Marrying me would in no way impact your duties to Elise. In fact, I believe it would make us even more valuable to her. As you said once before, we each have our own way of doing things. But our skills appear to be complementary! It's only natural to team up.
Effie: Well, I suppose it does make a lot of sense... We've been working so well together on the battlefield. And you're already such an important part of my life. You're dependable and heroic...and I know that you'll always be there for me. So...I do! I will marry you, Arthur!
Arthur: Fantastic! No, wait, fantastic doesn't begin to cover it... Super...uh...splendid...uh...magnificent... Just, uh, give me a moment here, sweetheart...
Effie: You're trying too hard, Arthur. C'mon, let's just go tell Elise the good news.
Odin: Are... are you listening to me? I said we need to talk!
Effie: 858...859...860! Whew!
Odin: Effie!
Effie: WHAT? WHY ARE WE YELLING?
Odin: I heard you've been spreading rumors about me. Telling people I'm "weird". How dare you!
Effie: 861....862...863...
Odin: Hey! I'm talking to you. Stop squatting that tree trunk, will you?
Effie: Huh? Sorry, I'm kind of in the middle of something. Can we talk later?
Odin: No! this important. Why did you tell people that I was weird? Or do you deny it? Answer me!
Effie: Oh... Yeah, I said that. So what? It wasn't meant as an insult. Just an observation. I mean... you are weird. Or do YOU deny it? Anyway, can I get back to my squats now? I'm really behind on my training.
Odin: I'm not weird... I'm hypernormal! So normal that normal people can't even understand me! Which... I guess... means that they probably think I'm weird. DAMN IT. Well, glad we could clear that up. Oh, I was also gonna tell you about a new training technique I've been working on. It's practically doubled my strength! But, it seems like you're busy, so...
Effie: Doubled your strength? Well, now you've got my attention...
Odin: Sorry, gotta run!
B Support
Effie: Odin, do you a moment? I've been desperate to speak with you. The last time we met, you metioned a certain training technique...
Odin: Training technique? Doesn't sound like anything I'd be interested in.
Effie: Stop joking around! You told me you were using a special technique... Something that doubled your strength! How could you forget something like that?
Odin: Oh, right. Of course! Heh. The art of exponential strengthening. Or, as I like to call it... F.L.A.M.E.!
Effie: F.L.A.M.E.?
Odin: Yes! It stands for Furious Lifting: Art of Muscle Enhancement.
Effie: Yes, that's what I want to learn.
Odin: Well, I suppose I could help you out... but what are you going to do for me?
Effie: Name your terms. Training is my highest priority. All else is secondary.
Odin: Oh ho! Can I think about it and get back to you?
Effie: Certainly, as long as you teach me the technique first.
Odin: Deal. Now, still your heart and concentrate. I will begin the incantations...
Effie: Wait, I thought this was a training technique!
Odin: It's more of a... blessing. Look, do you want to learn in or not?
Effie: Yes, yes, get on with it!
Odin: Very well. Hear me, oh spirit of F.L.A.M.E.! Give strength to this soul. May her muscles enhugeify twofold, and may her lifting be ever immaculent! F...L...A...M...EEEEEEEEEE! Whew. The spell is complete.
Effie: Those aren't even words. I'm not so sure about—
Odin: Oh, you poor soul. The power of F.L.A.M.E. relies not on mere "words." Anyway, if you don't like it, I can go ahead and remove the blessing. You may experience temporary shrinkage in the muscle region, of course...
Effie: No, no! I believe you! Just don't deactivate F.L.A.M.E!
Odin: Excellent. Now remember, the power of F.L.A.M.E. requires uncontional belief.
Effie: The things I do for lady Elise...
A Support
Effie: Odin, look at this.
Odin: Effie? What's up? You look so serious. Is this about F.L.A.M.E.? Because I have something to confess...
Effie: Look at this rock I'm holding. It looks like granite, right? HYAH!
Odin: You...you crushed that rock with your bare hands!
Effie: I know! Ever since you cast the F.L.A.M.E spell on me. I've been able to do this. The spirit of F.L.A.M.E. is flowing through my body. I can feel it!
Odin: Err...hang on a minute. How did you actually do that?
Effie: It's F.L.A.M.E.! Listen, normally I can only do about a thousand pull-ups. But with F.L.A.M.E., I can do two thousand.
Odin: Two THOUSAND?!
Effie: Why are you so surprised?
Odin: I...uh...I'm not surprised. F.L.A.M.E. is very powerful, after all...I should know that better than anyone. Yes, yes, of course. Uh...
Effie: So, I just have one question. Why haven't you shared the power of F.L.A.M.E. with anyone else? Can you imagine? If everyone fighting on our side had access to this power?
Odin: I, uh, don't think that would be a good idea, Effie.
Effie: Why not?
Odin: It's just that...well...I crafted F.L.A.M.E. especially for you. It would anger the spirit if we shared its power with everyone. Thus, your power would weaken! And we can't have that, can we? Yeah, that's the ticket.
Effie: I see. Well, as much as I'd like to share, I can't endanger Lady Elise like that. I'll keep F.L.A.M.E. for myself. Thank you, Odin.
Niles: Effie, what's with the cold stare?! It's giving me the chills... I find it oddly thrilling.
Effie: SIT DOWN, YOU CREEP!
Niles: O-ho! Where is this fit of passion coming from?
Effie: I hear you've been teaching filthy words to Lady Elise!
Niles: ...Not true. Why would I waste time doing that?
Effie: Don't you even think about lying to me! I can tell. I've heard Lady Elise say some things I will not repeat--things I have heard from you!
Niles: Really?! How fascinating. Do you have any examples?
Effie: Yesterday, she invited me to her "secret lair" and offered me some "saucy snacks." When I told her I must decline, she said, "Why are you always such a tease?" It's obvious where this is coming from...YOU!
Niles: It's sort of adorable when you think about it...Wouldn't you say?
Effie: It's absolutely appalling! You will not repeat dirty language in front of Lady Elise again!
Niles: Oh, really?!
Effie: ...OH, REALLY. You do that again, and this happens.
Niles: I'm sorry. Did you just crush an apple with your bare hand? It sort of looked like--
Effie: Keep your filthy tongue away from Lady Elise, or next time, it will be your head!
B Support
Effie: Niles, I can't believe you! After all that, you still can't keep your word! Why don't you tilt your head a little to the left? It'll make for a cleaner blow.
Niles: Wha? Effie...w-wait! There seems to be some confusion...
Effie: There's no confusion! You've been saying filthy things in front of Lady Elise again. I'm about to make applesauce!
Niles: Effie, STOP! Let's talk this over. Is it really so bad if Lady Elise sounds a bit like me?
Effie: Lady Elise is a member of the royal family. She's a princess of Nohr! She can't go around talking like a hoodlum! As her retainer and friend, I won't allow it!
Niles: Oh, I see. Now she's your friend...?
Effie: Don't even try to change the subject!
Niles: No, this is fascinating. Do you give her tasty, little presents on her birthday?
Effie: Of course! I always give Lady Elise a gift.
Niles: I see. ...And how do you know what to buy?
Effie: I ask her for hints.
Niles: Oh, so now it's a guessing game! ...And if she says, "Just get me anything"...?
Effie: Then I take it as my personal mission to do some research. I take stock of all her possessions, noting favorite colors and such... I write down ideas every time we shop. What things did she linger over?
Niles: Oh...lingering? I like this.
Effie: We're getting really off track. What exactly are you up to?
Niles: Nothing... Nothing at all! I'm just leaving now. I'll be on my best behavior. Promise!
A Support
Effie: Niles! I can't believe the things you've been saying in front of Lady Elise! Did you forget everything we talked about?
Niles: Now, wait a minute, Effie! There's no need to jump down my throat! I was just helping Lady Elise with her little problem...
Effie: What problem?
Niles: Lady Elise needed help picking out a gift for Lord Leo's birthday. She asked for my help. I AM his retainer after all.
Effie: Oh. So you weren't teaching her naughty words then?
Niles: No. I was merely giving her advice. She picked up some of my phrases on her own. I've never paid attention to Lord Leo's interests, so Lady Elise and I talked often. That is, until you gave me a few ideas. They were most helpful. I'm in your debt.
Effie: Wow. I should apologize. I had no idea you had such redeeming qualities. Niles, tilt your head this way.
Niles: What? I thought we agreed! There's no need to give me the apple treatment!
Effie: I'm going to give you a little peck.
Niles: WHAT?! Wouldn't a handshake be more appropriate?
Effie: Yes, it would. But the last time I shook a man's hand, I crushed it by accident.
Niles: How about we leave it at "Thanks." No crushed apples. No broken bones...
Effie: Alright. Thank you, Niles. You're a more honorable man than I realized...
S Support
Effie: Niles, what's wrong? Is it Lady Elise again?
Niles: No. This isn't about her. This is about you and me. Effie, you have filled me with a burning desire--
Effie: I'm sorry...wha?! I've got a burning desire to turn your head into applesauce!
Niles: Effie, wait! I'm not trying to offend you. Can't you see what I'm holding?
Effie: Niles, is that a...wedding ring? I thought you were teasing!
Niles: No. I've been fantasizing about this day for a while now... Trying to imagine what you've got under all that armor...
Effie: A tunic! A very heavy tunic.
Niles: You KNOW that's not what I meant! I'm talking about under your clothes.
Effie: Niles, seriously?! You have the dirtiest mind! Can't you keep it clean long enough to propose?
Niles: Wow. You're the one thinking naughty thoughts! I was talking about your heart.
Effie: Oh...
Niles: You've got that tricksy, little heart buried beneath a lot of armor. Even now, I have no idea how you feel about me!
Effie: ...Well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but Niles, give me that ring! I love you. ...But you better be on your best behaviour! One misstep, and your brain is mush!
Niles: Well, well, don't you have a way with words? I'll do my best not to be crushed!
Laslow: Oh, Effie. Sorry to bother you, but are you terribly deep into your workout?
Effie: 1,205! 1,206! *huff* *huff*
Laslow: Er... Effie? Perhaps I'm not speaking quite loudly enough...
Effie: Laslow? What is it?
Laslow: Ah, hello there! I was just wondering if you needed help with anything. If so, I'm at your service!
Effie: Help? No... I'm pretty sure that I actually have to do the workout myself... If I want to gain any strength from it. Now, if you'll excuse me...
Laslow: Oh, please. Surely I can assist you in some way. Ah, perhaps I can count repetitions!
Effie: As you wish. I'm doing 2,000 push-ups, and I believe I'm on number 1,207.
Laslow: Two THOUSAND? Gods, that sounds tremendously boring. On second thought... perhaps I could simply offer you a lesson in sparring. What say you? Up for a tussle?
Effie: Now you're talking! I'm always looking for new sparring partners. Shall we use weapons or practice hand-to-hand combat?
Laslow: I will leave it to the lady to decide, naturally.
Effie: OK, let's work on grappling techniques. Let me demonstrate a move I've been working on... HRAH!
Laslow: You... you just annihilated that training dummy! Were you planning on using this technique on me?
Effie: I never hold anything back in training. How else am I supposed to progress? Plus, I didn't finish my push-ups... so I have a bit of extra energy to burn off, I suppose.
Laslow: Riiiiight. You know, I just remembered something Lord Xander asked of me. I'm afraid we'll have to reschedule.
Effie: Um, it's called strength training. I'd think that you of all people would understand!
Benny: Well, you sure are dedicated. But...you're already pretty strong. This seems like a lot of work, and I can't imagine you getting any stronger...
Effie: Are you kidding me? I have SO much further to go! Hurrrrrrrrgh!
Benny: Er, look. You're struggling. Let me just help you a little bit...
Effie: No! I...well...OK. Whew.
Benny: Looks like you maxed out. It's good to push yourself, but we need you healthy. So just make sure you don't overdo it, OK?
Effie: How can you say that? Overdoing it is the secret to my success! Are you telling me that you never push yourself BEYOND your limits?
Benny: Well, technically, no.
Effie: Well, thanks anyway, I guess. I'll see you on the battlefield.
Effie: Oh, hello, Keaton. Just a little light exercise.
Keaton: But that's a whole tree trunk you're lifting! How are you doing that?
Effie: It's simple. I just train hard and make sure to eat right. You know... plenty of red meat and raw eggs.
Keaton: That's weird. I eat TONS of red meat and as many eggs as I can find... But I could never lift anything like that.
Effie: Oh, you're just being modest. Here, catch!
Keaton: Gah! Hrrrrgh! Effie, help!
Effie: Looking good, Keaton. Feel the burn!
Keaton: You... you don't understand... hnnngh. This... is... litterally... killing me... Please! Take it from me!
Effie: Oh, all right. Is that better?
Keaton: Phew! I thought I was done for.
Effie: Please don't take this the wrong way, Keaton, but you need to build some muscle. Not to worry, though. I can design a custom workout plan for you!
Azama: Effie, you just sustained a significant wound. Clearly, you're in pain. So, why are you laughing?
Effie: I'm just happy that we won the battle...and I was able to protect you.
Azama: Fascinating. So you value the lives of others more than your own. Truly, you're operating on an advanced karmic level.
Effie: I don't know. The way I see it, I'm just really good at fighting. I don't want to get hurt or die... But it would be even worse if a friend fell in battle and I survived.
Azama: Oh. How disappointing. I thought you had no regard for your physical body. That would be interesting! But I guess you're just a boring old soldier. As such, I'm bored. See you later! (Azama leaves)
Effie: Um...
Azama:(returns) Oh, fine. I'll say it. Thank you for protecting me. I suppose I do appreciate the opportunity to keep this body alive a while longer.
Effie: Great! I'm happy you're still alive.
B Support
Azama: Ah, just as I suspected. I got word that one of our soldiers was badly injured while protecting someone. And who else could it be... The amazing selfless Effie—who has no regard for her own life!
Effie: Oh, Azama. Stop teasing and heal me, will you?
Azama: I can't believe you can maintain such a calm demeanor with an injury like that. You're even JOKING, for crying out loud! Do you even care whether you live or die?
Effie: Well, of course! I couldn't protect other people very well if I were dead, could I?
Azama: Do you realize that I have peered into the abyss of creation? And I can tell you that there are no guarantees in the afterlife. You could be reincarnated as a newt! So, I would caution you to take good care of your body in this plane of existence. I suppose you'd even sacrifice yourself for an enemy, wouldn't you?
Effie: No! No, no, no, no, no. Well...maybe. Only if the situation demanded it somehow.
Azama: You know, under certain circumstance you could be punished for saying that.
Effie: What?! My life's only goal is protecting Lady Elise. All I meant by that was that if I had to protect an enemy to save HER, somehow... I'd do it in a heartbeat.
Azama: Well. It's still treason.
Effie: Oh, please. As if Lady/Lord Avatar deals strictly in black and white... I'm sure (s)he would understand the intent behind my statement.
Azama: You're right. I was just testing the depths of your philosophy. It's unlike any I've encountered before.
A Support
Azama: Effie! Are you in here? They said you sustained a lot of damage...
Effie: Yes. I'm here, Azama.
Azama: You are the most foolish person I have ever known! To think...we spoke in jest about defending an enemy...and then you actually did it! What were you thinking?
Effie: The so-called enemy in question was a child, Azama. He was abandoned by his comrades, and his foot was trapped under a log. Arrows were raining down from above. I couldn't just leave him...
Azama: But when you risk your life like that, you risk the lives of everyone in our camp!
Effie: Don't worry. I haven't met anyone or anything strong enough to kill me. Besides, you'll always be here to rush in and heal me, right?
Azama: Well, I... I wasn't RUSHING. I was briskly walking.
Effie: Heh. If you say so, Azama. In any case, thank you.
Azama: Hmpf.
Effie: Anyway, I seem to have lost a little blood, and it's make me...sleepy... ... Zzzzzz...
Azama: Yes, rest awhile. It'll help your wounds fully heal. *sigh* That look on her face while she's sleeping. It's so...naive. But...endearingly naive. Hmm...
S Support
Azama: Effie, do you have a few minutes to have a philosophical chat?
Effie: I suppose so...but you realize I don't have any injuries at the moment, right?
Azama: What does that have to do with anything?
Effie: Well, you know...it just seems that the only time we talk is when I'm hurt in battle.
Azama: Ah. Of course. Well, this does concern your habit of getting injured in battle, I suppose...
Effie: How so?
Azama: I want to...protect you.
Effie: What do you mean? You protect me all the time...by tending to my wounds.
Azama: I want to protect you BEFORE you get injured. Because I want to live a long and happy life...with you by my side.
Effie: Are you saying what I think you're saying?
Azama: Yes. At first, I was annoyed with your selflessness. It seemed impractical. But as I've come to admit to myself, it has a certain charm. I also admire your fearlessness in the face of unbelievable danger.
Effie: Azama...
Azama: Please, let me finish. I've never said this before—to anyone! I...I love you.
Effie: I was hoping you'd say that. I think I love you, too. You seemed a bit prickly at first... But the way you always rushed in to treat me before anyone else after a battle... I started thinking of you as my hero.
Azama: Well, that IS the word I'd most likely use to describe myself...
Effie: Shh, don't spoil the moment. Anyway, I spend so much time worrying and caring about Elise...it feels nice to have someone who feels the same way about me. So, thank you!
Azama: You're welcome. I would find this existence much less interesting if you were dead.
Effie: Erm...yes. You do need to work on both receiving and giving compliments.
Kana: Look! I picked some pretty flowers for you! They're yellow like the sun!
Effie: Oh, thank you. These daisies are beautiful.
Kana: Do you really like them?
Effie: Of course I do. But you seem to be bringing me a lot of flowers lately. What's gotten into you?
Kana: I just remember 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!
Effie: Oh, Kana. Thank you. Although I do have a favor to ask of you.
Kana: Anything, Mama. What do you need?
Effie: Remember how flowers need time to grow big and strong, just like Mama? Well, when you pick them, it means they can't grow anymore. It hurts them.
Kana: Oh no! I've been hurting them?! It was an accident! I'm sorry, flowers!
Effie: Don't worry, Kana. I'm sure the flowers know you weren't trying to hurt them. You just need to promise not to pick any more flowers, OK?
Kana: OK! But...if I do that, then how can I show you all the neat flowers I find?
Effie: Hmmm... Next time you find some, come and get me. Then we can go look at them together. How does that sound?
Kana: Really? You won't be too busy?
Effie: Of course not. I promise.
Kana: OK, it's a deal! We'll go look at all the nice flowers together! That's MY promise, Mama!
Effie: Welcome home, Percy! Dinner's on the table. Have a seat.
Percy: No time to wait! I'm gonna dig in!
Effie: Wait a second. Have you washed your hands yet?
Percy: Oops, I forgot. I'll run and wash them.
Effie: Tee hee. Calm down, sweetie. There's plenty of food. What's your rush?
Percy: I have to eat fast... Every moment I'm not training is a missed opportunity. Eat fast, train fast! I need to get big and strong quickly. How else will I be able to keep you safe?
Effie: Oh, you're going to protect me? That's a sweet thought, Percy.
Percy: I promise, I'll never let anything bad happen to you! You can count on me!
Effie: I know I can. But please, slow down for moment to chew your food properly. You won't be able to train if you have a bad tummyache.
Percy: Good point, Mom. For the time being, I'll train myself to eat quickly but efficiently.
