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| Is that...Vil and Rook?! |
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You call that darkness... But it seems to take whatever form (that) makes it easier to keep a target immersed in their dream. |
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Yeah. It plays very dirty... It did with me, too. |
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I believe it was near the end of winter break when your height surpassed mine, Epel. |
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Vil! Was...that when it was? Ah could see it... |
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Epel. You left the dorm rather early today, so why are you standing around shooting the breeze? |
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Ah was on mah way to mornin' practice when Ah ran into MC and these other folks... |
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Conversing with friends is indeed a valuable thing, but are you not the Spelldrive Club's most promising rookie? |
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I hear as much all the time from Leona. Your muscles are so exquisitely sculpted, you can tackle just as well as your upperclassmen. You're a cornerstone of the team's offense. |
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Why, I'm told you've been asked to seriously consider transferring to Savanaclaw! |
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Oh, really? |
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Eheheh... Ah admit it... |
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Hmph, I can't let my guard down for a second with you, can I? You are strong, fair, and strapping... A true embodiment of the Fairest Queen's spirit of tenacity if there ever was one. I would never allow Savanaclaw to have you. |
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Golly... Strong, fair, AND strapping? Yer bein' way too generous! |
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How many times must I remind you? Excessive humility mars your beauty. A Pomefiore student must hold their head high and remain confident at all times. |
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Oh dear, now I've gotten absorbed in chatting as well. You were delighted you made the starting roster as a freshman, weren't you? That's enough idle chitchat. Off with you, now, get to your club. |
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Yessir. Seeya 'round, folks! |
| *Epel runs off* |
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HEY! Hold on, Epel! |
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Don't you remember what you said at the SDC? You said you were gonna maximize your weapon and beat Neige with your charm! |
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Bein' all muscly was never your weapon! |
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SDC? Hrrk?! |
| *The screen shakes and ripples* |
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Epel's shaken! Keep talking, Grim! |
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Epel. Cease listening to these spudlings. |
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Yes, indeed. You will never go wrong by heeding Vil, Epel! |
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You and Deuce were all fired up about using what sets you apart as weapons! Did you forget?! Y'know, when I heard all that... |
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I actually thought you were just a teensy little bit cool! |
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Rgh! What's happenin'? Ah was... The strength—charm—Ah have now... Aaagh! |
| AAAH! |
FLASHBACK
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*CRACK, SHATTER*
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Rgh... *huff, huff* |
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How could I have forgotten? I was going to accept who I am now and get stronger... |
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I'm small and cute, and don't look tough. But... The Fairest Queen's poison apple can take down anyone in one shot. |
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I was going to accept the strength only I had, a strength like that poison apple... I swore it that day! |
| You're awake! | You're back to normal! |
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Oh dear, Epel... You look so frail now. |
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Non! Your physique towered as high as the Seven Jeweled Hills themselves. Where has it gone? |
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You poor thing. Those dirty spuds have cursed you with a pitiful form. Come to me. I'll restore your brawny beauty. |
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Yes, Vil, that's a marvelous idea! Come, Epel. Join us. |
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...The Rook and Vil I know would NEVER talk like that! |
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Excuse me? |
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I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish I could be big and brawny. But the strength I want... The brawn I want... The beauty I want... |
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That's for ME to decide, and for ME to claim myself! |
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Epel! |
Rook? & Vil? |
Epel! |
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Ah'm not gonna let you off easy for impersonatin' Vil an' Rook! Ah'm gonna give you a royal whoopin'! |
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Sebek! Ortho! Let's help him! |
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Right. Let's do this! |
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Dreamy Magical Makeover! |
Battle!
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