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.
