Flavia/Supports

With Male Avatar

C Support

• Flavia: Oh, Avatar, isn't it? I want a word with you.
• Avatar: Oh, Khan Flavia. What can I do for you?
• Flavia: I just wanted to say that I am very much an admirer of yours. You are a quick witted, bold, and decisive... Everything a superior tactician should be.
• Avatar: I'm honored by the compliment, but I only—
• Flavia: Please dispense with the humility. I find it terribly dull and, in your case, ill fitting. You are a great talent, and it's only through your effort that still I draw breath.
• Avatar: It was nothing. Truly.
• Flavia: Let me speak plainly: the post of chief tactician in the kingdom of Regna Ferox is currently vacant. I want you to fill it.
• Avatar: Khan Flavia?
• Flavia: Of course, I am talking about after the war. You must see Chrom through to victory.
• Avatar: Milady, I...I don't know what to say. Might I have some time to think on it?
• Flavia: Yes, of course. You mull it over, then return to me when you are ready to accept.

B Support

• Avatar: Hmmm... But then, if they hit us here, our flank would be exposed. Unless...
• Flavia: Avatar, is that you?
• Avatar: Oh, Khan Flavia.
• Flavia: What are you doing out here? Everyone else is resting. Ah, yes, yes, yes.
• Avatar: Er, yes what?
• Flavia: Not only are you skilled, smart, and brave, but also hardworking and diligent! We simply MUST have you.
• Avatar: I'm sorry?
• Flavia: Come, come, Avatar. Have you forgotten our talk?
• Avatar: Is this about the tactician position?
• Flavia: I don't mind waiting until after the war, but I'm anxious to know your intentions.
• Avatar: I'm honored by the offer, but I just don't have time to consider the proposal.
• Flavia: Too busy serving Chrom, I suppose.
• Avatar: He's placed great deal of trust in me, and I couldn't bear to let him down.
• Flavia: I'm going to have my work cut out prying the two of you apart! I can see how strong the bonds are between you—such deep trust is rare. But you must think about your future. This war will end one day... And when it does, you need to decide what's best for you. ...Not Chrom.
• Avatar: Er, I suppose so...

With Female Avatar

C Support

• Flavia: Avatar! I want a word with you.
• Avatar: Oh, Khan Flavia. What can I do for you?
• Flavia: I just wanted to say...that I am very much an admirer of yours. You are quick witted, bold, and decisive. Everything a superior tactician should be.
• Avatar: Oh, well...I'm honored by the compliment, Khan Flavia. Though in truth, I'm unaccustomed to such high praise...
• Flavia: Please don't dispense with the humility. I find it terribly dull and, in your case, ill fitting. Besides, once this war is over, I want you to serve as my chief tactician.
• Avatar: ...Me?
• Flavia: Regna Ferox sorely needs military talent of your caliber. At my side, you'd be worth a legion or more of battle-hardened fighters!
• Avatar: Milady, I...I don't know what to say. Might I have some time to think on it?
• Flavia: Yes, of course. You mull it over, then return to me with an answer.
• Avatar: Th-thank you. I'll do that.

B Support

• Avatar: Hmm... But then, if they hit us here, our flank would be exposed. Unless...
• Flavia: Ha! Look at you, Avatar! Everyone else is resting, yet here you are, studying battle maps on your own. You're not only skilled, smart, and brave—you're hardworking and diligent, too!
• Avatar: Oh, I'm just doing my job.
• Flavia: Were that we were all so dedicated. ...Ah, yes. I almost forgot. I brought you something from the town florist.
• Avatar: Goodness, they smell lovely. Thank you very much.
• Flavia: I've been told that the fragrance of flowers soothes the soul and heals the flesh. You must remember to take a break sometimes and recover your strength. I don't want you keeling over before I've secured your services for myself!
• Avatar: Are you truly serious about hiring me to serve Regna Ferox?
• Flavia: Of course I am! As a tactician, your judgment is supreme, and your talent both rare and true. Why do you think I have such love for you?!
• Avatar: ...Muh?
• Flavia: In fact, I want you to join the royal family and help me aid the people of Regna Ferox!
• Avatar: Er, what do you mean by that?
• Flavia: Is it not clear?
• Avatar: Well, it's just that...you're a woman. And I'm a woman. And I'm flattered, but I'm not really... I don't think...
• Flavia: I've better things to do than worry about a person's gender, Avatar! I only care about talent, brains, and character. And as I keep saying, you have all of those qualities in spades.
• Avatar: This is really not what I was expecting you to... Er, so maybe... Um... I need to go.
• (Avatar leaves)
• Flavia: Damn and blast! What's gotten into that woman? I thought an orphan like her would leap at the chance to be my adopted sister!

A Support

• Flavia: Ah, there you are, Avatar.
• Avatar: K-Khan Flavia!
• Flavia: Well? Have you thought more about my proposal?
• Avatar: Oh, er, right. You mean the one about me going to Regna Ferox?
• Flavia: And joining my family. Don't forget that bit.
• Avatar: Yes, about that. You see, I'm not entirely sure what it means. Because we're both women, and... I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, but...
• Flavia: Yes? And...? We're both women. That's no impediment as far as I'm concerned!
• Avatar: It is for me!
• Flavia: Why? Isn't it more important that we hold love for each other? Any other details—
• Avatar: This is a bit more than a detail! Look, I'm just not ready to make such a drastic change. Besides, now is not the time to even consider such things, is it?
• Flavia: Hmm... Then I take it you wouldn't consider coming to Regna Ferox anytime soon?
• Avatar: Well, with this war still raging, it's hard for me to think even a day in advance. Besides, Chrom deserves my undivided attention right now. He's earned that much.
• Flavia: I'm disappointed, Avatar, though I understand your position.
• Avatar: I'm sorry. Truly I am. Um, but...I do hope we can continue to be friends?
• Flavia: Oh, of course. ...Still I'd grown somewhat used to imagining our happy future. Adopting you into the royal family and finally having a sister of my own... Perhaps we could even have been bridesmaids at each other's weddings! But forgive me. You're right. This isn't the time for idle fantasies.
• Avatar: ...Sister?
• Flavia: But if it's friendship you want, then friendship we shall have!
• Avatar: Wait. When you said you loved me, you meant as a SISTER?!
• Flavia: Well, an adopted sister, yes. ...Didn't I make that clear?
• Avatar: No, you didn't! I thought that... Um... Well, never mind what I thought.
• Flavia: Wait a second. You thought... You and me...? AHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA!
• Avatar: It's not my fault! The way you were talking, it just... Oh gods, I'm so embarrassed...
• Flavia: Blazes, girl, you're turning as red as Basilio after two barrels!
• Avatar: *Ahem* Anyway... All right, then. I will consider your offer. The sister one, I mean. But not until this damnable war is won for good.
• Flavia: Fair enough. But know this... I'm not the kind of woman who gives up easily. I yearn for you like a wolf yearns for the still-beating heart of the deer... And when the time comes, you will be my prey!
• Avatar: Er, you know...
• Flavia: Yes, my lovely fawn. You shall be mine, now and forever!
• Avatar: You're doing it again!

With Basilio

C Support

• Basilio: Oh ho! Who is this lovely young woman? Perhaps she's seeking companionship? ...Is what I was thinking before I recognized it was you, Flavia! Bwa ha!
• Flavia: Yes, and I thought, "Who is this sad, crusty old man? Perhaps he is lost and confused?" Before I heard the tired buffoonery and recognized it was you, Basilio.
• Basilio: Old man? Old? Hah! Bald and grizzled on the outside, yes, but inside beats the heart of a man half my age!
• Flavia: That act may work on the others, but I know you too well, oaf... Isn't it time you dropped the charade and started acting your age?
• Basilio: Oh, damn it all... *sigh* I suppose you've got a point... I'm old enough to grandfather half the whelps in this army.
• Flavia: Did you know the youngsters have taken to calling you "gramps"?
• Basilio: Why, the arrogant little... In my day, we had RESPECT for our elders... Not one of those pups would dare face this "gramps" in a battle arena, I wager!
• Flavia: Assuming you can still find your way there. Memory is the first to go, you know?
• Basilio: You're no spring chicken yourself, woman! ...That is, assuming you ARE a woman. I doubt anyone's ever managed to prize you out of that armor long enough to find out.
• Flavia: ...Speaking of equipment, have I shown you my new sword? I'm told it's sharp enough to slice through mail. Perhaps it's time I tested it...on YOU!
• Basilio: Gar, have a care where you swing that thing! You'll cut an ear off! I came here to consult with a fellow leader, not to be threatened by a mad witch!
• Flavia: "Consult with a fellow leader"? YOU? Ah ha ha! That's rich!
• Basilio: Ogre's teeth, why do I even bother? I give up! Good-BYE!
• (Basilio leaves)
• Flavia: Heh, oh wait, Basilio. I'll stop, I promise! ...Basilio? Hmm, how curious... I wonder if he truly had something to discuss?

B Support

• Basilio: You have a moment, Flavia?
• Flavia: When it comes to you, oaf, I NEVER have a moment.
• Basilio: Ah yes, too busy sharpening that razor wit along with your swords, I'm sure... But perhaps this'll warm that icy heart of yours: fine mead from the old country. Have a drink, and let's talk a bit...
• Flavia: ...Mead? Well, well, Basilio. If I didn't know better I'd say you were up to something...
• Basilio: Look, do you want some or—
• Flavia: Yes. Pour me a mug—a large mug, mind—and you can have your talk.
• Basilio: Take care not to spill it, now... This blasted stuff cost me a fair bit of coin. Now then, what I wanted to ask you... *ahem* Just between the two of us, eh? There are plenty of good men in this army of Chrom's, wouldn't you agree? So, er, have you...taken a shine to anyone?
• Flavia: Gods preserve us. What are you up to, oaf? I smell a trap... If you think I'm going to list my crushes like a giddy schoolgirl, then you—
• Basilio: Must you question everything, woman?! It's just idle banter, nothing more. Here, have another mug of mead... ...Tasty, isn't it? Now, come... You can tell old Basilio. My only aim here is to know you better.
• Flavia: Hmm, you couldn't ply me with mead in any case. I can drink you under the table. Fine then... I suppose Chrom is quite handsome, in his way.
• Basilio: Hmph. Not exactly a barrel of laughs, is he? Always has his nose buried in those maps... Not to mention that hair! A bit much, don't you think? Overcompensating, I'd say.
• Flavia: Your turn then. What lady do you fancy?
• Basilio: Me? Well, er... I suppose that Lucina lass isn't half bad.
• Flavia: What?! She's half your age!
• Basilio: Ha! That's ripe coming from you! You're old enough to be Chrom's mother!
• Flavia: ...I told you about my new sword, didn't I, oaf? It's sharp enough to shave with...
• Basilio: *Gulp*
• Flavia: See? Feel the edge on your neck there? Look how those whiskers just fall away...
• Basilio: T-take it easy, Flavia. J-just put that sword down and we can—
• Flavia: Keep talking? Yes, why don't we. I believe you were saying something about my age?
• Basilio: Ur, yes, o-only how young and vibrant you look these da—
• Flavia: Enough, you simpering simpleton! Get out of my sight! ...And leave the mead.
• Basilio: But...it's my last bottle...
• Flavia: And you're on my last nerve! Now go, or your next shave will be with death!
• Basilio: Curse you, woman! I shall have my revenge, or my name's not Basilio the Brave!
• (Basilio leaves)
• Flavia: Heh, first time I've ever heard the name, at least...

A Support

• Basilio: Ah, the siren returns... I knew you couldn't resist the old Basilio charm for long.
• Flavia: That's it, I'm leaving...
• Basilio: Wait! Don't go... 'Twas only a jest. I'd still like to talk. We had fun last time, eh? ...At least until you drew your sword. Truth is, I was hoping we could speak about the future of Regna Ferox.
• Flavia: You're not in charge anymore, oaf. You had your day in the sun. I'm the ruler now, and any decisions to be made will be mine alone.
• Basilio: Aye, I grant that I've neither rights nor responsibilities—the power is yours. But I thought that as the former ruler, I might be able to offer advice and support.
• Flavia: Pah, I can only imagine the counsel you would offer... Well then? Out with it. What is your sage advice, o wise bald one?
• Basilio: Regna Ferox is a cold land, and the chill cuts deep. Once the war's over, you might consider moving some subjects to a more pleasant—
• Flavia: Move people OUT of the kingdom? But that would only serve to weaken us!
• Basilio: Indeed, in these times of strife and conflict it would be a foolish—nay, reckless act. But once peace comes, why not give the injured and the elderly a chance to rest?
• Flavia: Hmm... I suppose it could make for a good boost to morale...
• Basilio: You see? I've lots more notions where that came from, too. I'm full of them! A well-traveled man like myself has the experience to think around corners. You can gain loads of new ideas by studying other cultures and customs. Rulers should always visit other nations before taking the reins of their own land... At least, that's how old Basilio sees it.
• Flavia: You speak wisdom, Basilio... *Ahem* Which frankly is completely out of character.
• Basilio: Hah! You raised your shield again, but I caught a glimpse of your true feelings! Be it to do with romance, mead, or matters of state, you enjoy my company! Admit it!
• Flavia: Yes, well... I won't deny that time spent with you can sometimes be...interesting... Still, that doesn't change the fact that I now sit upon the throne! Whether I chose to take your advice or not is entirely up to me.
• Basilio: Heh, I'd have it no other way, O mighty Khan Regnant.
• Flavia: Well then, I look forward to hearing your other ideas when the time comes.
• Basilio: We have a date, then. Though first, there's a little war that needs finishing.
• Flavia: Yes, but even before that, this mead needs finishing! I saved your last bottle!