Papillon's Record House

C Support

Titus: Tch, “you need to improve your teamwork” my ass. If Lord/Lady Avatar wasn’t royalty I’d have left this resource mission to another peon.

Noriko: *clank clank clank, comes in* Hmm, so you’re my partner? Mage… Yes, you’ll definitely need- *checking her bag* Two should do- Tell me Mr. Mage, What’s your name?

Titus: I am Titus Maximian Rothart du Cowelstein, scholar of the dark arts and future Nohrian Marquis. And who might you be?

Noriko: Titus, hmmm… fitting name. Well I’m Noriko. *pulls something out of her bag* Here is a Luck Tonic, it should help ya. You Mages are so squishy.

Titus: Oh? How kind. It would be rude of me not to give you something in return. Here. It’s a primer on manners. I think you’ll learn well from it.

Noriko: *looks at the book, then at him* Ah ha… *sighs* You’re going to be trouble are ya? *picks him up* Well then, better out of the way than in harm’s way. *straps him to her bag* There~

Titus: UNHAND ME AT ONCE PEON--! THERE SHALL BE CONSEQUENCES! FIERY! PAINFUL! CONSEQUENCES!

Noriko: *laughs* You say that as if it’s a threat.

Titus: Ha ha ha. It’s a promise.

Noriko: Well then that’ll have to wait, we have a mission to do. *runs off*

[fades to black and back]

Noriko: What was that?! You almost got me killed!

Titus: A lesson not toil to with me, harpy. At least we finished the resource gathering. Once we return to camp and finalize our report we won’t ever have to join forces again. Lovely, isn’t it?

Noriko: For both our sake’s I hope your luck is better than mine. I never wish to work with you again. *grumble*

[End of Support A]

B Support

Noriko: *out of sight* Oh no… Just my damnation, it’s HIM again… *pops out* Hello Titusss…

Titus: Greetings. Let’s finish this scouting mission quickly. I have more important matters to attend to than another trivial teamwork exercise.

Noriko: Quickly? Trivial? Titus, don’t act like a child. This is more important than resource collecting. With that attitude you’ll put yourself in danger.

Titus: I can handle danger. In fact I can handle this alone! You can head back to camp. I’ll take care of the reconnaissance. [Titus leaves]

[brief pause]

Titus: INVISIBLE SOLDIERS. INVISIBLE SOLDIERS HEADED THIS WAY! EVERYONE CLEAR A PATH--!! Oh gods, I’m too beautiful to die like this!!

Invisible Soldier: *groans behind Titus*

Noriko: OH NO YOU DON’T! *strikes it down* By my mother, you dragged a whole swarm here! *looks at him and grabs him* Are you are going to help me fix this mess!?

Titus: I’m alive? Y-yes! Right away! I’ll cover you, these soldiers likely don’t have good resistance!

Noriko: Alright, just stay behind me and take the Calamity scroll from my bag. It should help.

[fades to black and back]

Noriko: *panting* that’s the last of them. Thank father.

Titus: As much as I hate to admit it, I owe you my life. Thank you for coming to my aid. I am in your debt.

Noriko: No need for thanks, it’s the reason I was assigned in the first place. But you do owe me! To be exact, you owe me a new dress and an apology. But not now, you look hurt.

Noriko: *pulls out a vulenary* Will this hold you until we get to camp?

Titus: I… Yes. Thank you. Thank you for everything.

[End of Support B]

A Support

Titus: I hope this shop is to your liking, Miss Noriko. It took some time and research to find the best parlor in the area, but if it does not meet your standards I can search for a better location.

Noriko: *looks freaked out* uhh… It’s all so... fancy and… expensive… Are you sure you can afford any of these?!

Titus: I could buy you the entire store if that would help make amends. My behavior was… Unsightly and without a doubt, below me. I put you and several missions in danger because of my ego. A lifetime supply of silk and lace would never be a decent apology for such unpleasant experiences.

Noriko: Well you’re not wrong there, you were a real jerk honestly. But in the end, I wasn’t that much better. Strapping you to my bag and letting you go on your own, it was shameful and I’m sorry. But I hope from now on you will be at least be a little more cooperative. *smiles*

Titus: Absolutely. It would be my pleasure to work with you again if you’d have me. If you ever find yourself in need of some magic or a new dress you can always call on me.

Noriko: Tch, then I might just run you broke Titus with that kinda offer~ *chuckles* But really, I’d be more than happy to have you again, you rally up so many enemies I can only get stronger working with you. And the stronger I get, the better I can protect you.

Titus:Then I’ll work hard so I can help protect you too, Miss Noriko. Maybe we could spar together once we’re done with shopping? I must say we did a number on those invisible soldiers as a team. I’m sure we’ll be a terror on the battlefield with more training.

Noriko: Sounds like my kinda challenge~ Ah, but let’s save that. *eyes light up* Help me figure out where to even start with all these dresses! They are all so pretty. *disappears off screen*

Titus: As you wish.

C

Papillon: *stumbles in* You didn't need to pu- *door slammed in her face* OOOOHHHH I swear, that stuffy, good-for-nothing butl- *sighs then notices Karin* Oh, are you in trouble too?

Karin: Hmph! I am not in trouble! Jakob’s stupid standards are simply too high!

Papillon: *laughs* I'd say~ He’s probably a sadist with how high he has them. Honestly, he's like some kind of devil. *shakes head*

Karin: Right! And he only ever goes on about Lord/Lady Corrin like a broken record. Other people exist too…*pouts* (What does Flora even see in that guy) *mumbles*

Papillon: OH YES! Corrin this! Corrin that! Bleh, he should have been born a dog. At least then he could lick at Corrin’s feet whenever he wanted.

Papillon: Though that expression you're making, *smirks* brings questions to my mind. Do you by chance like Jakob? *obviously teasing*

Karin: *CHOKES* OH MY GOD NO--!! *waves hands* I can't even stand being in the same room with him for any longer than a second...What about my face even gave you that?

Papillon: *shakes head* Oh nothing, just that pout of yours. Seemed… disappointed some how.

Papillon: Though really, that man has some nerve questioning MY organization skills. *looks at the mess* Guess we should get started on this though.

Karin:  *irritated* What's there to be disappointed about?

Karin: But, you're right. *sigh* This sure seems like it’d be a breeze to finish. (Damn that clown.)

Papillon: I swear, sometimes I think he just makes messes to have others clean them. *clicks her tongue*

Papillon: One of these days, someone should make HIM into a big mess. That would get him off his high horse.

Karin: *huffs* You're right. It would be nice to see him lose his composure and act like a fool.

Papillon: *thinking then lights up* What if WE kicked him off his high horse? I mean, I'm sure together we could!

Karin: W-wait, us? I'm not exactly sure if the idea of getting more punishment thrills me...

Papillon: True… He’d probably figure it was us eventually… *frowns* … … *lifts eyebrow* Unless, of course, he thought HE was the one that messed up?

Karin: *perks up in interest* I see! But, how do you suppose that we do that? I mean, this IS Jakob that we’re talking about. It’s outside of his nature to ever let his guard down.

Papillon: Well~ I am very good at levitation magic. So I have a few ideas~ *fades to black then back* How does that sound?

Karin: *uneasy* Hmm...I'm not so sure if it'd work out but…

Karin: Alright, let's do it!

B:

Karin: (*sigh*...is this really a good idea? Surely I'd get an earful from Lady Camilla if I were to get caught but... Oh well...I've already agreed so whatever happens, happens) Karin: Ah, Papillion! *walks over and whispers* So, about the plan, when should we begin?

Papillon: *nods* I got everything. *pulls out fake ingredients* Sugar tin filled with salt, bitter tea leaves, and vanilla extract filled with hot sauce. Do you remember where Jakob keeps these things?

Karin: Yes, even though Jakob refuses to let me in the kitchen, I often do inventory. Is this all?

Papillon: No it is just the beginning, so after Corrin gets sick Jacob will freak out and come in here and check what happened. We have to quickly switch everything out before he comes back. He'll never know what hit him. *chuckles* ah but did you want anything else to happen? *raises eyebrow*

Karin: Nope! I’m sure that this would be good enough of a revenge! After all, getting his favorite person sick will definitely be a big blow to him. Shall we get going?

Papillon: Yes let's! *chuckles* You know doing this with you makes me feel so young. Like two sisters getting back at their bully.

Karin: Eh!?! Young? You don't seem that old to me. But sisters huh? I've never had a sister before. *contemplating* Although I did have a brother.

Papillon: Heh, I… also had a brother when I was really little… But this is what I imagined sisters acted. From the books I read. Sticking together and causing trouble. *smiles at Karin*

Karin: I see…*looks towards Papillon* W-why are you smiling?!  Don't look at me! Let's hurry and get the materials already! *walks faster* (Sisters...huh? I wonder if my relationship with my brother would've been better if we were both sisters...)

Papillon: *whispers* Too cute~ *laughs to herself then finishes up* Alright! Everything is done. Let's hide somewhere and watch the chaos unfold.

Karin: Okay! *whispers* Hey, do you really think that he's going to fall for it?

Papillon: Yeah~ I have seen him cook before. He rarely checks the ingredients before putting them in. Now- *hears noise* ah here he comes! *pushes her into the closet with her and fades to black*

Karin: *whispers* Ouch... Couldn't you have done that more gently? But still, that seems pretty careless for Jakob. How's he doing?

Papillon: *whispering* Sorry, you okay? He is none the wiser, just mixing the batter now. I guess he had no reason before to check. *shrugs* After all, why should he, no one touches his stuff?

Papillon: *time passes* Okay, I think it’s clear! Quick let's switch everything back.

Karin: G-got it! *time passes*

Karin: Phew...That was exhausting...we should hide again soon.

Papillon: Yeah, though I don't think the closet will be the safest option now. We'll have to- *hears Camilla coming with Jakob* ?! *looks at Karin* Sorry! *uses magic so they levitate up to the ceiling, covering her mouth*

Karin: *irritated* Culd you stahp-- !!! *notices Camilla and goes quiet in shock* (Aaahh! What's Lady Camilla doing here!?)

Papillon: *shrugs as they watch Jakob check everything, trying to see what went wrong* …

Camilla: Everything seems to be safe, you must have mixed it wrong! Making my poor Corrin sick. I don't see why Corrin likes you so much when you can't bake a cake properly.

Jakob: *hurt* Ah, this hasn't happened before! There must be something wrong with the ingredients! I woul-

Camilla: Well whatever it was, if it happens again. I won't be so easy on you. From now on I'll be caring for Corrin, you think about what you did. *leaves*

Jakob: *looks ashamed* Yes, Lady Camilla… *leaves*

Karin: I feel kind of bad for him now. *sweats* If Lady Camilla were to scold me like that, I'd be too ashamed to face her again.

Papillon: ah you're right… that wasn't part of the plan… Though confessing doesn't sound great either… *lowers them down* What do you think we should do?

Karin: O-on second thought, maybe we could just leave it as it is. It's not like we really did much harm right…? *nervous laughter*

Papillon: Right!... It was just a scolding anyways. I'm sure Jakob will take it as constructive criticism. Now come on, let's get out of here!

[End of Support B]

Support A:

Papillon: Karin! *waving at Karin* Good thing I caught you. I have been meaning to ask you something.

Karin: Ah, Papillon, what's up? Could it be you're going to ask me about what happened last time? *sweats*

Papillon: Huh? No, why? Is something on your mind? *worried*

Karin: Not at all! *sigh of relief* So what was your question?

Papillon: Oh well, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again. *pulls out a flier* There's a festival going on tomorrow night at the nearby village, and I thought it would be fun to go together. *blushing smile*

Karin: *surprised* Eh? Me? A festival?! *excitedly takes the flier* Ahem-I suppose I do have time...but why did you ask me of all people?

Papillon: Ah well,- *looks away* Well it's kind of a “sibling" festival. And well- *shockingly embarrassed to finish the sentence*

Karin: A sibling festival? *still confused* But that still didn't quite answer my question.

Papillon: Well, it's just I've always wanted to go to these with my brother… when… well we never did. *bright red* And when I saw the flier, I just thought about how cool it would have been have a sister like you. To play with. Ah sorry, this is probably really weird, right?

Karin: Y-yeah... It kind of is if I'm being honest. *sheepish smile* But!! I'd still like to go with you! Honestly my brother and I were never really that close so I'm not sure how much of a “sibling” I could be…

Papillon: *softly smiles* Well, I won’t ask you to just start calling me “sis,” but I think we could at least be close friends, right? If you’d like that is.

Karin: I see…

Karin: Then, how about we start by going to that sibling festival you mentioned together? *smiles*

Papillon: *lights up* Great! Well let's get you an outfit then! I'm sure we can whip up something last minute. *extends her hand for Karin to take*

Karin: An outfit?! I didn’t hear about this!

Papillon: *laughs* Too late!~ *takes her hand and drags her away* No backing out now!

Papillon: *sneaks in nervously* *thinking: Oh gods, I can't believe this! A whole family of Twilights! Finally, people to truly bond with! Maybe they know Grandfather! eee!~* *gets too excited and runs up to Alfons* Mister Silverback!!! Hello!~

Alfons: Unh.... *staggers a few steps back, but soon regains his balance* What the— Oh. You're from the army, aren't you? Watch where you're headed.

Papillon: Oh, sorry! *chuckles and blushes* I got too excited there. hehe... *thinking: Gah! Really Papi, running right into him will "SURELY" give him the best impression.* I'm just so happy to finally have fellow Twilights in the army! We're a pretty rare thing in Hoshido.

Alfons: Hurk...?! Where did you hear—

Papillon: Oh, right! I work at records! I was reorganizing everything when I saw your family's files were in a small pile by themselves. Don't worry, I didn't peek into anything else. I was so happy that I just kinda ran over here when I found out.

Alfons: Tch.... What's there to be happy about? Are you here to mock me for my soiled blood? I'll have you know that no matter what dirt lies in my veins, I'm a Nohrian through and through.

Papillon: Soiled? *looks sad* Is that what they called you? Come now, surely your mother wouldn't want to hear you say something like that about yourself. There's nothing to be ashamed of. *trying to be understanding*

Alfons: Ashamed? I don't know how Hoshidans treated their Soiled Folk, but however they do must have put some ridiculous thoughts into your head, Girl. What is there not to be ashamed of in knowing you can never truly belong to the people you yearn to be part of? Tch. What weak-hearted nonsense have you been telling yourself to get over the shame...

Papillon: Tch! *irritated* Again with the Soiling! Look here SIR, but I think the only thing you should be ASHAMED of is your damned words! Also, do not think for a moment that just because Hoshido is more prosperous that it is more kind! Weak-hearted nonsense... Pfffh, the only weak-heart I see here is standing in front of me. I should have known though...Your eyes are wretched; I pity your poor family.

Alfons: Pardon? I'll have you mind your words, fellow dirt-blood. Just because I face the seriousness of the crime that is mix-nation relationships, forever staining a perfectly pure bloodline, instead of hushing myself with dilly-dally acceptance preaching, does not make me any more wretched than anyone else in this army. I'm merely being sincere with how I view things. You're clearly in denial.

Papillon: DO NOT CALL ME FELLOW DIRT-BLOOD! JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE SELF-ESTEEM OF A DAMNED RODENT DOES NOT MEAN I AM THE SAME AS YOU!!! Just because I found acceptance in myself, rather than mope for a lifetime over something that cannot be changed, does not mean I am some DILLY-DALLY DITZ! I don’t need neither Nohr or Hoshido to complete MYSELF! *looks up at him* BUT obviously basic words cannot go through your thick skull, so how about a duel! Since that is obviously the only thing YOU understand.

Alfons: *surprised, then slightly amused* A duel? With you? You don't know what you're up against. Losing to me will not make your words any heavier in my ears – I don't give around pity points of any kind.

Papillon: OH, I'm AWARE. People with eyes like yours simply LUST for power. But don't worry, I don't need your disgusting pity. I know how to work with people like you. *scoffs* Underestimate me as much as you like~ After all, those who underestimate my stamina tend to be the quickest to flop over~

Alfons: Tch. Mouthy little— Fine. I accept your challenge. Don't come crying to me if I hurt you by accident though.

Papillon: *smirks* The only tears that will be falling will be that of your mother's. Now before I waste anymore of my precious time on an antling like you, Au Revoir. *does a mock curtsy then leaves*

Alfons: ....tch. Cheeky little thing....

[End of C Support]

 Alfons: So… This is your last chance. I’m giving you one last chance to turn back from your silly duel challenge. If you don’t take it, I won’t hold back.

Papillon: Oh, is that so? *scoffs* Please, if you’re scared of a little scuffle you should just say so antling~ But here, to give you a fair shot against me I’ll use only my scrolls for the first few turns~ Surely you can at least get a scratch on me by then, right?~

Alfons: …Tch. As mouthy as always. Very well then. Don’t regret it if I slice up your precious scrolls by accident.

Papillon: *chuckles to herself* Is that really the best comeback you have? I hope your bite is better than your bark, or this will be absolutely boring. *fades out to duel*

Alfons: *fades back in* Hurk—! I’m… not… done… yet…!!

Papillon: You’re literally paralyzed and look ready for your death bed. *drags him off the field* Now let’s get you patched up you stubborn child.

Alfons: Khh…!! Don’t… Treat… Me… Like… A… Child…!! You…. Damned…. Bratty…. Insolent…. Dirt—

Papillon: *smacks his wounds with stinging healing ointment* What was that?

Alfons: Hurk—! *curses under his breath, but stops* Just… get it… over with…

Papillon: Gladly, unlike you I have friends to go to after this. *looks down at him* Though I will admit… I must apologize to you about one thing.

Alfons: *grunts* …What is that?

Papillon: I’m so sorry that you had to grow up to be so bitter about yourself. I can only hope that the hate inside you doesn’t turn you to some beast. I’d hate for your mother to see one of her children grow up to be like that. *bandages him up*

Alfons: …. *grunts* What sort of soft-hearted nonsense… *avoids Papillon’s eyes, grumbles to himself*

Papillon: Call me soft-hearted all you want Antling, but know a soft heart is better than a cold one. *finishes up* Well that should do you. The paralysis should pass in a few minutes. *smacks his cheek playfully* Honestly, it’s such a shame you have those eyes, it’s quite a waste of your mother’s looks.

Alfons: You—! You dare keep bringing my family into a matter that’s between you and me…!!

Papillon: Well last time I checked they share the same blood as you. Just as much as you have insulted your blood, you have insulted theirs. As I’m sure many Nohrians have. Do not think this issue of identity just revolves around you and me, it includes every Twilight that has and will exist.

Alfons: …! …hrkk… You… They don’t… ….

Papillon: They don’t what? *checks time* I don’t have time to witness an epiphany, or get into an argument so good day. *leaves*

Alfons: …ghh… *grits teeth, but looks to be in thought* …That damned…!