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.
Inigo: Wh-whyyy? *sniff* Hooow?! Tell me... Tell me it's all a bad dream! *Sniff* Waaaaaah! Brady: Gods, pull yourself together, man! You've been sobbin' for an hour. Inigo: You don't know what it's LIKE! You...you just don't know. Brady: If you don't stop, I'm gonna tell everyone to come enjoy the show. Believe me, it's a very temptin' idea. Inigo: I don't care! Everything was going fine until you ruined it, ruiner! This is all your fault! Brady: It's my fault you started runnin' your mouth about me? My fault you told a pack of strangers how you saw me cryin'?! I'm the one who should be yelling at YOU, twerp! Inigo: ...Heh. Heh heh heh... Ah ha ha ha ha ha! Brady: This cat's gone loco... Inigo: No, you're right. You're right! That's what started it. I just don't understand why it made the ladies fall all over you! ...And start ignoring me, I might add! Brady: The heck should I know?! They came at me so fast, I could barely follow what they were saying. Somethin' about a thug with a heart'a gold. Then that other gal went off 'bout how dreamy sensitive men are. Inigo: How is sobbing over a flower dreamy?! Brady: Don't ask me, pal. First time anybody's ever said anything like that to me. I always thought bein' a crybaby was... Ya know. Shameful. Inigo: Oh, nice. Rub salt in the wound. You think I'm not ashamed enough already? Then fine, go ahead and laugh. Laugh at the big, fat crybaby! And of course, now that I'm sobbing, there isn't a woman to be found! Brady: Brother? You have GOT to let this go. So you're bad at picking up dames. Who cares?! Inigo: Easy for you to say. They were fawning over you! Well, good for you, Mr. Popular. I'm reeeeeeeeal happy for you. Brady: I should redecorate your face with my fist for all this nonsense. But ya know what? Now I know that bein' sentimental ain't all bad. A huge load's been lifted from me today, and I guess I got you to thank for it. Inigo: So you got to play dreamboat AND were cured of a lifelong trauma? I'd say someone owes me big. Brady: Maybe. But I ain't doin' this again! Inigo: Damn right you're not! I don't want you anywhere near me next time! Brady: Heh. Maybe we're more alike than I thought. Inigo: Hardly! And don't think I'm not still furious with you! Brady: Aw, boo hoo hoo. Quit bein' such a Melvin!