Victor and Vincent

(C Rank Support)

Victor: Vincent? Vincent dear.

Vincent: Yes Victor...?

Victor: I need help with this.

Vincent: What is dat?

Victor: It's a stabby dingy ya use to pierce people.

Vincent: Rilly Victor? It's called a sword, and just bout' e'erone in camp uses one. 'Cept for us.

Victor: Why don't we use one?

Vincent: Silly bear, the two of us speshulises in wielding axes.

Victor: Axes? Does that meen we are maniacs? Whaaa?!

Vincent: N-No. Don't be stupid Victor darling.

Victor: Axes are for choppin' wood. We're being idiots swingin' it around at people!

Vincent: We'll use whatever we have to. There's no choice. It's either defend or die around these parts.

Victor: But the best guys are using swords and crap.

Vincent: Easy now. They may be the best, but we are fab.

Victor: Fab?

Vincent: Yes, fab.

Victor: Oh yes. Fabulous.

Vincent: So, tell me again why you asked about these swords and axes?


(B Rank Support)

Vincent: Brother?

Victor: Yeeesss?

Vincent: Where were yah?

Victor: I was designin' my axe. See now, it's better suited for me.

Vincent: The head is dangling off da handle. Careful now.

Victor: Why are ya always so worreed?

Vincent: I'm da older one.

Victor: We're twins.

Vincent: Still older by a margin.

Victor: What-ev!

Vincent: Wanna train?

Victor: Are you crazy? We never train.

Vincent: I see the other guys train. Boy, dey sure are strong, am I rite?

Victor: They aren't cool like us.

Vincent: We should go train with them. Training sessions starts every other day at noon and dusk.

Victor: Okay then.

Vincent: Bring that axe with ya! I'll bring mine too.

Victor: K' Vincent.

(The twins walk to the training session before doors closes.)


(A Rank Support)

Vincent: Didja see that? We were the center of attentchun.

Victor: Seems like we were being laughed at.

Vincent: W-Why?! We were doin' nuthin' but trainin', just as dey were.

Victor: Look on da brite side, we're famous now.

Vincent: Eh, guess so.

Victor: Hug?

Vincent: Bring it in.

(They hug.)

Vincent: Say, what's dat smell you rockin'?

Victor: Moldy 12-day old bear meat.

Vincent: Luv it!

Victor: The cheffards made some bear meat last nite fa dinna', want to go get sum of it?

Vincent: Our treat.

Victor: Just gotta git da trashbag and some masks for us.

Vincent: I'll bring da weapuns.