i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
5th-Feb-2020 11:11 pm
This is a reference post for Brady's support dialogues. In order to reflect my decision to play him as an only child, the conversations where he's the son of either Chrom or Robin/My Unit (and thus Lucina/Morgan's sibling and Owain's cousin) won't be included in this post. I also default to playing him without any romantic attachments, but his Rank S supports with the second generation girls will be included for my convenience should that kind of development occur in a meme/game/PSL.
Lucina: Yah! Haah! Rrraaagh! Brady: Yeesh, does that gal ever get tired? She's been swinging that sword for hours! Lucina: Hyaaaah! ...Ngh?! Brady: Muh? Lucina! What happened? What's wrong?! Lucina: Oh... B-Brady. It's nothing. My hand slipped and I dropped my sword. ...It's fine. Brady: Fine? Ain't nothing fine about it! Now gimme a look at that arm! Lucina: H-Hey! Brady, what are you...?! Brady: And your neck, too. ...... ...Yup. Figured as much. You're running yourself ragged. No more practice. You need forty winks, and you need it yesterday! Lucina: What are you talking about? I'm not tired, and I certainly don't have time for a nap. Brady: Maybe you should stop worryin' about us chumps and listen to your body! You go out on the battlefield like this, and you'll get yourself killed! Lucina: Just what do you mean by that? How can you— Brady: Hey! Experienced priest here, remember? I may be hopeless myself, but I can tell a thing or two about other people's health. Now hold still... Lucina: B-Brady, I don't... Brady: ...... Body feel sluggish today? Heavier than normal? Lucina: How could you possibly— Brady: Swollen neck. Your muscles are inflamed... Lucina: How would my neck make me feel heavier? Brady: Neck's the only road what leads between the brain and the body. Every signal's gotta pass through it, and inflammation slows traffic down. Even just a little exertion can wipe ya out like an old rag. Lucina: Is there a solution? Brady: I told ya! Get your keister in bed! And stick a cool, moist cloth under your neck while you sleep. When you get up, give your neck a gentle stretch. Roll your head around. Massage it. Lucina: All right. I'll give that a try... Thank you, Brady. Brady: No rushing, either! And actually sleep, for the love'a clams! ...Gone already. Typical.
Edited 2013-11-04 05:23 pm (UTC)