"Ah, if it isn't my old friend, Ananias: The Red Death himself!" Owain cried the instant he and Ananias just happened to cross paths. Owain affably slapped the back of Ananias' back with one hand as he reached for one of Ananias' hands with the other in an attempt to firmly and professionally shake it. Owain let out a hearty laugh. "Fate has certainly been cruel to us old friend! It has been far too long! We have much to catch up on!"

Ananias had to force himself to bite his tongue and resist the urge to correct Owain on the fact that the last time they had interacted with each other had literally been yesterday. Ananias internally released an exasperated and exhausted sigh. Despite his nonchalant, easygoing, and flexible reputation, even he had to admit that there had been times when he was extremely tempted to point out the fallacies surrounding Owain's delusions; and despite his stone-faced reputation, even he had to admit that there was a part of him that couldn't help but want to cringe every time Owain unabashedly uttered his colorful and delirious commentary; so he constantly had to keep himself in check and remind himself that he was the designated "Owain Guy" and that it was his responsibility to satisfy Owain's borderline ridiculous need for someone to let him indulge in his own fantasies and for someone to take it at face value, or, at the very least, play along with it; and besides, as much as Owain's grandiose reinterpretations of current events and wild imagination of events that have yet to (or never will) happen got on practically everyone's nerves, even Ananias', Ananias could see how happy his stories made him and all of the good it had done for him (and inadvertently for the whole future team and army), so no matter how aggravating his stories could get, if they could produce even a little bit of good, then who was Ananias to tell Owain to cease sharing them?

Instead, Ananias opted to question Owain about something else that his imaginative mind had conjured up. He raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, frowned, and asked, "Ananias: The Red Death?"

Owain grinned brightly. "Ah, has the title I have bestowed unto you taken to your fancy?" he asked.

Ananias carefully pondered on his response. "Kind of," he answered slowly. "It's kind of hard to fully appreciate it when you don't exactly know why you got it in the first place."

Owain's eyes widened due to receiving the sudden realization. He slapped himself on the forehead in shock. "Of course!" He then placed his hands on his hips and nodded firmly in agreement. "In order for one to truly bask in the rays of glory a title entitles one to do, one must have the proper induction for their title!" Owain dramatically averted his eyes away from Ananias' gaze in shame. "To think that I had somehow managed to unintentionally forget how to properly glorify my fellow man-at-arms," to Ananias' surprise, Owain got down on his knees and gave Ananias a repentant bow, "forgive me my friend! I had never meant to rob you of the glory you so rightfully deserve! I do not know what evil spirit has come over me to make me forget such an important fact!" Owain clenched his fist angrily. "My hero's blood is boiling at the mere thought of committing such an atrocity!"

Ananias sighed. "If your blood's boiling than just explain what the title means already."

Owain raised his head up. "Then you will forgive me? Truly?"

Ananias nodded disinterestedly. "If that'll calm all that blood of yours."

Owain quickly and gratefully stood up. "Thank you my friend," Owain said, giving Ananias a dutiful salute. "Hark, for I will do just that!" He cleared his throat, paused dramatically, and then explained, "You see, I have awarded thee with the title of 'Red Death' for two reasons." Owain raised his index finger. "Firstly," he cried, "it is because of your cryptic choice of attire!"

Ananias raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked down at his clothes. "My choice of attire?" he asked.

Owain nodded. "Indeed." He gestured towards Ananias' clothes. "Your attire." He chuckled to himself. "For what better way to bring fear into the hearts of your enemies than to show them the blood of all of your previous adversaries splattered across your clothes?" An envious expression flashed across Owain's face. "I would've done it too, but alas, you were destined for such a trademark since birth, so I admirably chose a garb just as suitable for striking fear into the hearts of my enemies, if not better." Owain smiled proudly to himself as he admired his own trademark outfit. "It suits a dark and troubled avenger like myself, does it not?"

Ananias was tempted to point out that the brightness of Owain's clothes betrayed his supposed reputation, but held his tongue once more to keep from shattering Owain's illusion. He nodded. "Yeah, it sure does."

Owain nodded proudly before solemnly looking at Ananias and raising both his index finger and middle finger at the same time. "Two!" he cried. He pointed at Ananias' face. "Your expression," he folded his arms and nodded approvingly, "it resembles death's stare quite nicely."

Ananias lifted an eyebrow in mild surprise. "My face matches that of death's?" he asked.

Owain nodded. "Of course! Death is relentless, caring not for the feelings of those he takes to the other side! He shows no emotion, shows no compassion, shows no regret for taking one's life, and absolutely shows no remorse for all of the sadness and pain he causes for those who cherished the ones who have passed on! Just like you!"

Ananias frowned. "Just like me?"

Quickly realizing his accidental blunder, Owain blushed, shook his head, and stammered, "N-Not you, per say, b-but, you know, y-your face!"

"My face is really that bad?" Ananias asked, actually sounding somewhat hurt by what Owain was currently implying.

Realizing that he was slowly making the situation worse and worse by the second, Owain's imaginative mind raced furiously to devise a proper solution to his current predicament. His face lit up the moment he had one. "But enough about me!" Owain cried, amiably placing his arm around Ananias' shoulders. "Let us talk about you!" He laughed loudly. "Have you finally heard your weapon's voice?"

Knowing full well that Owain had dug himself into a hole and was trying desperately to get out of it, Ananias played along with his charade. Besides, ever since their last encounter, Ananias had prepared well ahead of time to properly satisfy Owain's theatrics. Ananias nodded. "Yeah," he said, earning a sigh of relief from Owain, "you were right. My sword did have some interesting things to tell me."

Owain nodded proudly. "Ah, you see? Owain Dark will never steer you wrong! So," Owain crossed his arms and waited expectantly, "care to share your sword's thoughts with me? If I remember correctly, that was a part of our deal, and all noble warriors follow through with their deals."

Ananias resisted the urge to mention that he had in no way actually agreed to such a deal, but he was the "Owain Guy", so of course, he would have to pretend the opposite. "Well, for starters," he pulled his sword out of its scabbard, "my sword's name is Anna."

Owain blinked in confusion and carefully contemplated over Ananias' words before his eyes understandably widened in shock at the unexpected revelation. "W-Wait… what?" he asked incredulously.

Ananias simply nodded, outright ignoring Owain's flabbergasted response and expression as he continued on with the response that he had rehearsed well before this current meeting. "Yeah." Ananias looked at his sword and admired it as he deadpanned, "Apparently, my family named itself after this sword, not the other way around."

Owain's mouth hung agape, his shock evident across his entire face. "Y-You're kidding."

Ananias simply shrugged. "That's what I said… before it whacked me with its own hilt." Just then, Ananias hit himself hard with the hilt of his sword. "Ow!" He held his sword up and looked at it angrily. "What was that for?" he demanded. The hand holding his sword wiggled up and down, as if the sword was trying to tell him something. Ananias released an exasperated sigh as he irritably rubbed the sides of his temples with his other hand. "Right, right, sorry," Ananias said, "I forgot."

Owain's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. "Forgot?" he asked. "Forgot what?"

Ananias sighed, before placing his free hand on his hips, and answering, "Anna doesn't like being referred to as an 'it'. Anna would rather be referred to as a 'she'."

"A 'she'?!" Owain cried.

Ananias nodded. "Yeah." He then played with the teddy bear attached to "Anna's" hilt, and deadpanned, "She's apparently had a crush on Chom and Lucina's Falchion for a while now. Apparently, Falchion is pretty handsome for a sword."

"'Falchion is pretty handsome for a sword'?!" Owain shrieked.

Ananias nodded. "I know, right?" He then stopped playing with the teddy bear attached to "Anna's" hilt, and explained, "Apparently, this teddy bear was her idea." He looked at the teddy bear and added, "She thinks it makes her look cuter. Thinks it'll help get Falchion to finally notice her after all these years." Ananias gave his sword a disapproving look. "Though, to be perfectly honest, I think it's a little much." He looked back at the teddy bear. "And she doesn't seem to have made any real progress with it, it seems." Ananias once again jabbed himself in the face with the hilt of his sword. "Ow!" he cried, tenderly rubbing the spot next to his eye before glaring at the sword in his hand as if it had hit him all on its own. "What?! I'm just telling it like it is!" He wiggled his sword. "I don't care if you think it needs time! It's ridiculous for a sword to have a teddy bear attached to it!" He wiggled his sword again. "Just ask Falchion out! It's better than waiting for him to ask you, right?!" After a brief pause, Ananias turned his sword approximately one hundred and eighty degrees to the side. "Don't you turn your back on me!" Ananias scolded, not realizing that Owain was watching him as if he was watching a crazy person. Ananias wiggled his sword up and down again. "Look, I'm just trying to help!" Ananias tilted sword downward and wiggled it slightly. "What do you mean you're too shy to ask him yourself?!" Ananias wiggled his sword in a way that made it look like it was shaking its head in sadness. Ananais scratched the back of his head before letting out a sigh of both exhaustion and exasperation. "Okay, look," he began softly, "let's just go to Lucina right now and ask her if she'll let you and Falchion get some alone time together." He turned his sword one hundred and eighty degrees to the side again and wiggled it slightly. "Of course I'll help you," Ananias said matter-of-factly. "I always help a fellow Anna out." He then brought his sword's hilt up and rubbed it against his face, which he took with that same stone-faced expression of his. "You won't be thanking me if he turns you down," he muttered. Ananias stopped rubbing his sword against his face and pulled it away from him, tilting the sword down as if to feign sadness. Ananias immediately seemed to regret what he had just said. "Look, you're a strong, good-looking sword, okay? Any male sword would be lucky to have you, but who knows, maybe Falchion just has a different taste, you know? It's a fifty-fifty shot at best. I just want you to be prepared for the worst is all." Ananias tilted his sword back up and wiggled it a bit. Ananias smiled. "You're welcome. Let's go see if we can get you a date." He was about to leave an open-mouthed Owain behind, but remembered Owain just in time to stop, look at him, and say, "Sorry Owain, we've got to go." He wiggled the sword in his hand. "Sword problems, you know?"

For the longest time, Owain didn't move a muscle. He was apparently too shocked to give Ananias a proper response. Finally, Owain gave Ananias a small, though obviously shaken, nod, and answered, "Yeah… sure… of course."

Ananias gave Owain a small nod. "Thanks." He gave Owain one last wave goodbye. "See you around."

Once Ananias was well out of sight, and especially well out of earshot, Owain recovered from his shock, held his forehead with his hand, shook his head in dismay, and said, "Wow… that was just… wow. And people are always calling ME out for having an active imagination!"

Author's Note #1: Due to my break being over and me being back in school and all, updates won't be appearing as regularly as before. I'll try, but I can't make any promises. Sorry guys. :P

Author's Note #2: Here is the list and order of the characters Ananias will support with next.

Inigo

Severa

Anna

Female Robin

Male Robin

Father

Tan'bay

Lucina

Gerome

Nah

Cynthia

Noire

Kjelle

Is a character you want to see Ananias support with not on the list yet? Check the list of possible supports on chapter one/paralogue and request them! And remember, there are OCs of children for Flavia and Emmeryn there too, so whoever is willing to give on of those characters a chance, go ahead and request them! Nothing's stopping you! Supports are chosen from a first come first serve basis.