#support log

Ren: No, I was just-

Sothis: You came to see Byleth, then.

Ren: ...yes.

Sothis: Well, they can't do much at the moment, is there anyway I can help?

Ren: No, it's fine.

Sothis: Just because I have the appearance of a child does not mean I am a fool. I demand you treat me as you would them.

Ren: fine. Today we... we had to...

Sothis: You took a life for the first time.

Ren: Yeah. We all did.

Sothis: How are you doing?

Ren: Well the others have all split up around the monastery-

Sothis: I asked about you.

Ren: I... I don't know what to say or how to help them. I'm their leader, the one they followed here, I have to be strong for them.

Sothis: Well you certainly can't help your friends if you cannot help yourself first!

Ren: Huh?

Sothis: Ugh, I've never met someone so clever yet so obtuse. You must find your own resolve.

Ren: My resolve?

Sothis: You are trapped here until Byleth wakes, so you must decide what you will do when that happens. For the time being though, you are free to talk to me if you cannot rely on your friends for this.

Ren: Um, thanks?

absolutely no one:

not a goddamn soul:

me: ECHOES HAS BEEN OUT FOR TWO YEARS AND IM STILL ANGERY OVER FAYE’S LACK OF SUPPORTS WHO ELSE IS HUNGRY????

I’m still not sure how to pull off Livilla/Avatar, but… I did some up with this idea… and now I’m pretty much obsessed with it. Enjoy!

C Support

Livilla: Hmmmm-hmmmm-hmmmm… ♪ Once I get these dishes cleaned, maybe someone will give me a job worth doing…

Jakob: Pathetic.

Livilla: GAAH! Wha– you! How long have you been here?!

Jakob: Long enough to see your shoddy technique.

Livilla: Excuse me?! You… you… twit! How dare you?!

Livilla: I’ll have you know I was the personal maid for the great King Garon!

Jakob: Is that so? Because… that’s not the story I’ve heard.

Livilla: !!!

Livilla: D-Do you know who you’re messing with, buster?

Jakob: I suppose not. Enlighten me.

Livilla: I… errr…

Jakob: Surely you aren’t making death threats.

Jakob: How would Lord/Lady Avatar react if they heard that his/her new recruit was plotting death upon her companions?

Livilla: Errr… I…

Jakob: Yes, Miss Livilla?

Livilla: Augh! I don’t have time to deal with you. Leave me alone!

Jakob: Very well.

Livilla: …Ugh.

B Support

Livilla: Dish duty again… Disgusting. How dare they waste my talents like this?

Jakob: Ah, Miss Livilla. I see your dish cleaning ability hasn’t improved.

Livilla: You again? Would you back off? I have work to do!

Jakob: Yes, I’m quite aware. Which is why I must ask…

Jakob: Would you like to see the proper way to clean a dish?

Livilla: Would you like to see the proper way to make someone bleed?

Jakob: Tsk-tsk-tsk! Temper, Miss Livilla. I would hate for Lord/Lady Avatar to hear…

Livilla: Ugh! Fine! Tell me, oh great butler, what am I doing wrong?

Jakob: First of all, this water is lukewarm.

Livilla: So?

Jakob: You’ll never get them clean unless the water is piping hot.

Jakob: Go fetch a fresh bucket.

Livilla: Wha… No way! Get it yourself or else!

Jakob: Or else what?

Livilla: …You know what? I hate your guts.

Jakob: …You know what? I can live with that.

Livilla: …

Jakob: Are you going to get the bucket now?

Livilla: Fine! Ugh.

A Support

Jakob: Then, if you scrub in circular motions… it takes less effort.

Livilla: …I see.

Jakob: And there you have it. You can now properly wash a dish. Congratulations on your most impressive accomplishment.

Livilla: I don’t see the difference.

Jakob: If you insist. I did my best to assist you but you are, of course, free to do whatever you wish.

Livilla: Ugh… hey, wait.

Jakob: Yes?

Livilla: Thanks, I guess. For trying to help or whatever.

Livilla: It wasn’t completely unbearable.

Jakob: …It was my pleasure, Miss Livilla.

Jakob: Although… I thought you hated my guts.

Livilla: Oh, I do.

Livilla: But… I also… ugh, I can’t believe I’m saying this.

Livilla: I admire your scheming.

Jakob: Scheming? That sounds rather… impish. Surely you’re mistaken.

Livilla: Ha. Yeah, whatever, you joker.

Jakob: I assume you will be coming to me if you need more help?

Livilla: As if. Twit.

Jakob: Hm. Have a good day, Miss Livilla.

S Support

Jakob: Miss Livilla. Back on dish duty, I see. And are those… circular motions?

Livilla: Yeah, whatever. I have to admit… you were right. This is a lot easier.

Jakob: I am aware.

Livilla: Ugh, you’re so infuriating!

Jakob: I could say the same to you.

Livilla: You could. But you’d regret it.

Jakob: …Hm.

Livilla: What? No snarky comebacks? No threatening to tattle to Lord/Lady Avatar? Nothing? Really?

Jakob: I suppose not.

Jakob: Miss Livilla, do you realize that in all this time, you have never referred to me by name?

Livilla: …Errrr… I, uh, never really thought about it.

Jakob: It’s Jakob.

Livilla: Wha– Are you implying I didn’t know your name?

Jakob: Did you?

Livilla: Don’t change the subject!

Jakob: Hah. Miss Livilla, have I told you I admire your sharp tongue?

Livilla: Wha– Sh-Shut up!

Jakob: It is one of the many things I’ve come to admire about you.

Livilla: Hmph. Why are you telling me this?

Jakob: Miss Livilla, is it not obvious? I have fallen for you.

Livilla: Excuse me?!

Jakob: Yes. I find your lack of manners… strangely alluring.

Livilla: Are you trying to woo me or make me want to kill you again?

Jakob: I must ask. Do you feel the same about me?

Livilla: …Hmph. Well, you’re no Garon.

Jakob: I would most certainly hope not.

Livilla: But… I guess you’re okay. For a twit.

Jakob: I appreciate that. And in that case…

Jakob: Will you marry me?

Livilla: …I-I… oh, wow. Y-Yeah. Yeah, sure. I’ll marry you.

Claude: Oh, hey Yusuke! What are you doing?

Yusuke: I’m gathering mushrooms and bean sprots for dinner tonight! This area is particularly bountiful.

Claude: Oh for like seasonings and stuff? That’s nice, spice up the menu a little.

Yusuke: Seasonings? Oh no, this is my dinner.

Claude: Just... the plants? Why? Do you not like what they serve in the mess hall?

Yusuke: No, I just wouldn’t be able to pay for it, so I’m scavenging for my own meal.

Claude: Uh, you do know you don’t have to pay to receive food at the mess hall, right?

Yusuke: Oh? Really?

Claude: Yusuke.... have you just been heating grass and mushrooms you found in the wild the entire time you’ve been here?

Yusuke: Well, yes. But I’m used to it, so there’s no reason to wor-

*growling noise*

Claude: What’s that? A wild beast?

Yusuke: Ah, no that was my stomach.

Claude: Really? When was the last time you ate?

Yusuke: Last night.

Claude: Was that a full meal or just bean sprouts?

Yusuke: Well if that’s the criteria then... last week? I think?

Claude: *sighs* Ok, come on we’re going to get you something to eat.

Yusuke: Oh I don’t want to impose.

Claude: No, I insist. The people here in Fodlan have a strong belief in not letting our allies drop dead of starvation.

Yusuke: Well, I suppose it’d be rude of me to refuse.

Claude: Great! If you don’t eat until your stuffed, I’ll be personally disappointed.

Hubert: Hmph. What do you want?

Ren: Edelgard-

Hubert: ...

Ren: What?

Hubert: I dislike the tone with which you refer to Lady Edelgard. You should show her some respect.

Ren: um, ok. Well, Lady Edelgard said you liked coffee, so I made you something and want to know what you think. *offers him a cup*

Hubert: fine. *takes a sip* This is actually quite nice. What is it.

Ren: A fistbumping lesbians.

Hubert: What's in it.

Ren: It's a seven-shot caramel latte.

Hubert: Seven shots of what?

Ren: Espresso.

Hubert: *spits out drink* YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME

Ren: I just thought you'd like it!

Hubert: You- oh. Oh. *starts laughing*

Ren: Hubert, you okay buddy?

Hubert: We were discussing how to maneuver our troops through that forest North of Hrym territory, correct?

Ren: Yeah, but we couldn't. Have you got an idea?

Hubert: I'll simply burn it down. *runs off*

Ren: Hubert, no! Oh boy, maybe that wasn't my best idea. *runs after him*

Claude: Yusuke... I'm sorry. I'm sorry you've had to fight in a war that you have no part in. If I could I would take that burden off of you and let you live your life back in your word, but I can only offer you this: you're not marred. I believe you can still create beauty, because you're you. You're Yusuke, you find beauty in everything, no matter how strange. You put your everything into whatever you set your mind too. And know that I'm here for you if you ever need someone to lean on.

Yusuke: Claude... Thank you. You still have a way with words. I'm not sure if I believe you, but... I'll try. In fact, would you mind helping me?

Claude: Of course.

Yusuke: Then, would you permit me to make another painting of you? You've changed so much since that first one.

Claude: Of course. Would you like me to pose nude for this one too?

Yusuke, blushing: That won't be necessary

Claude: Wait are you actually embarrassed?

Yusuke: well... it's one thing to ask a stranger to pose nude for you, it's completely different when it's someone you... care about.

Claude: Oh. Well, if that's how you feel, then I'll strike you a deal. I'll pose for you as much as you want, whenever you ask, once we both survive this war.

Yusuke: I'm holding you to that Claude. If you think I can still create something beautiful, then I want you to see if you're right.

C B B+ A

Ignatz: The way the leaves catch the sunlight, it's gorgeous! But which color should I use...

Yusuke: I'd reccomended mixing this yellow with this green.

Ignatz: oh, thank yo- AH! Yusuke, when did you get here?

Yusuke: Only a few minutes ago. I saw you painting and I didn't wish to disturb you.

Ignatz: Oh. Well in that case would you like to join me?

Yusuke: I would actually. It's been a long time since I've gotten to make art alongside someone else.

Ignatz: Well, have a seat. I'll admit I'm curious to see a real artist at work.

Yusuke: There you go again. I'm no more a real artist than you are.

Ignatz: But you're going to be an artist in the future right? You're going to pursue it as career. I just do it as a hobby. 

Yusuke: You’re still an artist even if it isn’t your career.

Ignatz: No, see an artist is an occupation. You wouldn’t call someone who doesn’t sell ware a merchant, you wouldn’t call someone who doesn’t sell their sword to protect people a mercenary, you wouldn’t call someone who doesn’t fight to serve their leige a knight. Thus I’m not studying to be an artist, and I am not an artist.

Yusuke: I see what you mean. But, if one knows how to make a weapon, and can make said weapon, they’d still be a blacksmith regardless of if it’s their actual profession. And there are some people who sell their art for a living who I’d never call an artist. I believe an artist is more than a profession, it’s a part of you. 

Ignatz: And you’d call me an artist?

Yusuke: I certainly would.