Vanessa X Syrene

Support C

Vanessa: Captain!

Syrene: Vanessa! How are you? I was worried about you!

Vanessa: I'm fine, Captain. Thank you for your concern. Glad to see you doing well too.

Syrene: Vanessa, do you have to call me that? I know it's what my official title is but it IS pretty odd when you're my sister any everything . . .

Vanessa: But we ARE on duty.

Syrene: Let me put it this way then; when we are alone, you are to act like we are at home.

Vanessa: Yes, ma-am!

Syrene: OMFG I SAID TO CUT THAT OUT!

Vanessa: Sorry. . .

Syrene: Oh, look, she's back to her usual pouty self . . . well, I guess that's better than formality. Anyway, I have something for you.

Vanessa: Really? Is it a pony!

Syrene: You already have a pony. . . with wings . . . anyway no, it's not. Here, it's from Father.

Vanessa: This is an amulet of the warrior virgin Goddess Fale!

Syrene: Yes, this amulet will protect you from sneaking male marauders out to steal your innocence! You were called away so quickly our parents didn't have time to give it to you. Mother wanted to tell you, "never let your innocence be stolen by anyone until you're married." she made me swear.

Vanessa: But-

Syrene: She also wanted you to make sure you snag a good prospective husband. Oh, and get a good night's sleep.

Vanessa: I try! Its not my fault I can never sleep properly . . .

Syrene: Other's might think that your dull, uninterested eyes and stoney expression are normal but I know it's due to lack of sleep. Whatever is stopping you from sleeping well, deal with it.

Vanessa: Well I'll try captain – I mean sister.

Syrene: I'll be right by your side tonight, protecting you, so just forget about it and sleep soundly.

Vanessa: Thanks. I sleep better knowing someone's around to stop him . . .

Support B

Vanessa: Hi, -

Syrene: You look a bit better, Vanessa. Did you rest well?

Vanessa: For the first time in a long time, thank-you, sis.

Syrene: I've been meaning to ask you . . .

Vanessa: Yes?

Syrene: As a was standing guard over you last night, I heard scuffling and footsteps outside your tent all night! I think I saw someone peeping in a couple of times.

Vanessa: Oh, it was probably just frogs or something-

Syrene: I told you, Vanessa, I can read these signs too well! So, who's the guy who's been sneaking into your tent every night?

Vanessa: What? That's just crazy! I don't know what you're talking about! . . . anyway, if hypothetically someone was coming in he wouldn't just be peeping he'd be climbing right into bed with me and fondling me up . . . but like I'd know because it's not happening!

Syrene: You know I can tell when you're lying. Plus, the fact that you haven't just kicked this guy's ass to high heaven yet is a dead give away that something is up. This dangerous male marauder isn't just anyone, he's someone special, isn't he?

Vanessa: Well, um . . .

Syrene: First and foremost, you have to take care of yourself. I'll support you no matter what, but it's not worth losing your virginity over.

Vanessa: Thank-you, I guess. I'll do my best... Sometimes I think that if I were more like you-you know, big boobs, long think hair, big glassy eyes, the all around perfect women, he'd actually want to marry me and not just fuck me.

Syrene: Don't be silly, Vanessa. You may not know it, but I'm sure that person likes you for who you are.

Vanessa: You don't really think that. You were the won who told me that a guy will fuck anything that moves. He's probably only interested because he thinks I'm pathetically lonely and therefore easy. I try to be more like you, but it seems that every time I get even one admirer suddenly you've gotten five more! I just can't keep up!

Syrene: Well, that may be true but, ah-hem, I need some stupid hallow comfort words here . . . I'm proud of you, and as your sister I can see your true inner beauty. You should be more confident.

Vanessa: Jee, thanks for the awe-inspiring heart-felt lecture.

Syrene: Well, what do you want me to say? Now you should go get rid of that creeper before he rapes you.

Vanessa: Maybe I should put tons of garlic in my bed . . .

Support A

Vanessa: Hi, Syrene. With not thanks to you and your lame pep-talk the other day, I have solved my problem.

Syrene: Is he leaving you alone now?

Vanessa: It's not that easy, but he has stopped crawling under the covers.

Syrene: You might not have realized this before, but that is an aspect of you I have always admired.

Vanessa: In me? Like what, my ability to attract the sleazy princes with weird gray mullets- I mean . . .

Syrene: No, not that, you're creative ability to think up solutions to problems no one else would think of. I mean, I thought the sleeping in a pink pony bed with footie pajamas was a sure bet to get rid of him, but even after he remained persistent through that you still thought up the idea of complaining loudly of period pain whenever he's around that eventually did him in!

Vanessa: . . . creativity?

Syrene: Do you remember when father told that lone shark that we'd have the money ready in a week? Mother and I were so panicked that we didn't know what to do. You were the youngest of us all, but you gathered nuts in your small hands and went to the village to sell them. Then you came home with the money.

Vanessa: I gathered nuts in my hand?

Syrene: When faced with situations that seem hopeless, you always seem to pull some crazy scheme out of a hat and manage to make it work. You were young, but you still had the presence of mind that something had to be done and that bashing all the pots and pans together and screaming at father like me and mother were wasn't going to generate any cash. I've always respected that practical creativity and wished for some myself.

Vanessa: But. . . who were the one who ended up thinking of the idea to join the army and ended up supporting us through all the rest of our tight spots.

Syrene: True, true, but if I could have thought of something more creative to do I would have. I mean, a female pegasus knight, how original is that? I wanted to be a mime but mother said it was a stupid idea.

Vanessa: Even so, this situation I'm in is truly sticky! I can't just deny this guy, he has power over us! I have to tell you, the guy who wants to bed me is-

Syrene: Wait, Vanessa! I really don't want to have to bother helping you with this right now. Let's just finish this war and then run away from the creep.

Vanessa: Wow, what happened to the sisterly love and support?

Syrene: I was feeling hormonal. The feeling has passed though, good luck dealing with this on your own! Don't disappoint father and remember, if he does anything at least turn it around and force him to marry you! Cya!