Henry and Maribelle
(C Rank Support)
(Henry watches around to make sure no one is around. Then he jumps into a bush with a crow following him)
Henry: Ahahaha. C'mon little buddy. You're gonna be alright.
(Henry witnesses blood spurting out from a cut on the bird's belly)
Henry: Wow. *gets hype*
(Maribelle approaches the bush)
Maribelle: Who's there?
Henry: Henry and his crow. Please! Don't hurt us!
Maribelle: Relax. I'm not going to—
Henry: Hahahahaha, sike. I obviously have NOTHING to worry about.
Maribelle: Oh, whatever does that mean.
Henry: I'm always relaxed. And unproper. The rest of you aren't. All you people do is constantly be on your feet, scouting around. Trying to defend yourselves from nothing but the air.
Maribelle: Easy for you to say. You fling magic around all the time. When was the last time you swung a weapon around, or healed someone using a stave, hm?
Henry: It's called preferences. I love my dark magic. Without it, I wouldn't be who I am. Me.
Maribelle: You got that right.
Henry: Swords and stuff are plain and simple.
Maribelle: "Plain and simple" will keep you alive. How's about I hold on to this?
(Maribelle takes one of Henry's tomes away.)
Henry: Tsk. I got more, lady.
Maribelle: *sigh* Seems as though you don't.
Henry: Huh?
Maribelle: It's a requirement that you give some away to the convoy.
Henry: *opens eyes and rolls them*
Maribelle: *makes a devious smile* That's right. You are to use these. I'll monitor you to see your progress. Tata. *leaves*
Henry: Way to ruin the fun! *walks away*
(B Rank Support)
(Henry and Maribelle arrive to the camp's central area.)
Henry: I think I'm getting the hang of this.
(Henry drops his sword. He tries to be stylish with a bow. It snaps in half.)
Henry: Aww, geez.
Maribelle: *laughs* Here's a brand new one. Try not to break it please.
(Henry grabs the new bow and arrow and tests it out. This one misfires the arrows.)
Henry: Watch out!
(Henry manages to catch the bow headed towards Maribelle in time.)
Maribelle: ...Um, thank you.
Henry: Ah, it's no problem.
Maribelle: I think this turned out to be a good change for you. You're becoming more heroic. More of a gentleman. Possibly even—
Henry: No. I want my dark magic back. Now!
Maribelle: Henry!
Henry: No Maribelle. I'm not going to let you shape me how you see fit. If you have a problem with how someone else behaves or what they do then it's your own business.
*storms out*
Maribelle: ...That was odd. The weirdest things makes that oddball upset.
(A Rank Support)
(Maribelle finds Henry isolated on a bench near camp.)
Maribelle: Henry, I'm—
(Henry turns around, looking at Maribelle without his usual smile on his face. Henry's eyes are open. He is clearly disappointed.)
Maribelle: Woah, your eyes. They're open.
Henry: ...
Maribelle: Henry. Don't get all dark on me.
Henry: No need for that anymore. I've decided on being a healer from now on.
Maribelle: *gets confused* You must not. It takes dedication, endurance, and time to master the skills of healing. You're better off flinging your magic around.
Henry: *sniffle* Really, am I?
Maribelle: Yes. *hands dark magical tomes to Henry*
Henry: Ah, thank you, thank you! Sweet thank you!
Maribelle: *groans* *becomes annoyed*
Henry: Who's that guy?
(Henry notices a unnamed soldier at the door and lets him in.)
Soldier: Ah hello there. The weapons, milady.
Maribelle: Here you are. *hands them over* Good day to you.
Soldier: You too! *walks away*
(Henry and Maribelle continue to converse with one another)
(S Rank Support *cringe*)
Henry: Maribelle. Can I speak to you?
Maribelle: Make it quick.
Henry: Y'know, you might not see it with your own eyes, but you have really shaped me up to more of a gentleman.
Maribelle: Eh, I'm honored.
Henry: That is why, I give you this ring.
(Henry hands Maribelle the ring)
Henry: Well? Are you gonna marry me or not?
Maribelle: *chuckles* Well, since you asked nicely. Yes.
Henry: Yippie! Whew. This is gonna be fun.
Maribelle: *frowns* What do you possibly mean by "fun"?
Henry: I mean, we're gonna sling dark magic together at the enemy. Ah, one could only imagine.
Maribelle: Imagine a gentleman with a knack of dark arts as well. *giggles* Come on, husband. Let's go shopping. I have the PERFECT outfit for you!
(Maribelle drags Henry along)
Henry: Hahahahaha!
