Marle Vs Garnet (Thanks to Kyla Charban for this request) - Marle, I request to have an audience with you, princess to princess. - Sure thing, Garn, what's up? - Well, that is exactly what I wished to discuss with you. - C'mon, cut with the formal talk already - A princess must act and speak as befits her rank, I speak to you as a peer and wish for you to see that your behavior must be directly remedied. - Hey, I can act however I want! You stopped being all priss and proper when you ran away with Zidane, didn't you? - I beg your pardon, to whom do you refer? I assure you that I most definitly did not 'run away' with anyone, be it this Zidane your speak of or any other. - Yeah, but... wha? - I believe you meant to say "Pardon me?" did you not? - I most certainly did not! - Very good, I am glad that I have influenced you this much in such a short time. Your speach impediment is well on the way to being corrected. - Hey! Stop messing with me! I mean it, this is your last warning! - Why, how barbaric! Wielding weapons, wearing such informal attire, and making threats! I honestly wonder how your father puts up with you. - You're wearing pretty informal clothes yourself - ...! Why... so I appear to be, how very odd. - That's not the only strange thing around here, you've been wearing those clothes for ages; and how'd you forget about Zidane? - Again you mention this "Zidane" person, are you indicating that he has something to do with this outlandish outfit I currently don? - This is too weird, it's like you have... wait, that's it! - What is "it"? - You've got amnesia! Don't worry, it tends to happen to you final fantasy types, I'm sure it's just plot related - Amnesia? Surely you jest, I remember everything! I am Princess Garnet Til Alexandros the Seventeenth of the Alexandrian Kingdom, sole heir to the throne and summoner of the eidolons. Today marks my sixteenth birthday. - Sixteenth?! - Correct. - You've lost over a year - Amnesia that blots out only a year? Preposterous. - Of course, but that's plot for you - No, I refuse to believe your rediculous conjectures, please speak no more of this. - Hey, don't worry! I'm an expert on this sorta thing, I've been reading up. If you've got amnesia you were probably hit on the head really hard. Soooo, all I've gotta do is hit you again and it'll wear off! - S-stay back, I do believe you would actually go through with your threats of physical violence. - Just hold still, it won't hurt... much... probably - N-no! - *whaps Garnet over the head with her crossbow* - *faints* - Winner: Marle - Uh... hmm... I hope that worked...
Marle Vs Garnet
- Marle, I request to have an audience with you, princess to princess.
- Sure thing, Garn, what's up?
- Well, that is exactly what I wished to discuss with you.
- C'mon, cut with the formal talk already
- A princess must act and speak as befits her rank, I speak to you as a peer and wish for you to see that your behavior must be directly remedied.
- Hey, I can act however I want! You stopped being all priss and proper when you ran away with Zidane, didn't you?
- I beg your pardon, to whom do you refer? I assure you that I most definitly did not 'run away' with anyone, be it this Zidane your speak of or any other.
- Yeah, but... wha?
- I believe you meant to say "Pardon me?" did you not?
- I most certainly did not!
- Very good, I am glad that I have influenced you this much in such a short time. Your speach impediment is well on the way to being corrected.
- Hey! Stop messing with me! I mean it, this is your last warning!
- Why, how barbaric! Wielding weapons, wearing such informal attire, and making threats! I honestly wonder how your father puts up with you.
- You're wearing pretty informal clothes yourself
- ...! Why... so I appear to be, how very odd.
- That's not the only strange thing around here, you've been wearing those clothes for ages; and how'd you forget about Zidane?
- Again you mention this "Zidane" person, are you indicating that he has something to do with this outlandish outfit I currently don?
- This is too weird, it's like you have... wait, that's it!
- What is "it"?
- You've got amnesia! Don't worry, it tends to happen to you final fantasy types, I'm sure it's just plot related
- Amnesia? Surely you jest, I remember everything! I am Princess Garnet Til Alexandros the Seventeenth of the Alexandrian Kingdom, sole heir to the throne and summoner of the eidolons. Today marks my sixteenth birthday.
- Sixteenth?!
- Correct.
- You've lost over a year
- Amnesia that blots out only a year? Preposterous.
- Of course, but that's plot for you
- No, I refuse to believe your rediculous conjectures, please speak no more of this.
- Hey, don't worry! I'm an expert on this sorta thing, I've been reading up. If you've got amnesia you were probably hit on the head really hard. Soooo, all I've gotta do is hit you again and it'll wear off!
- S-stay back, I do believe you would actually go through with your threats of physical violence.
- Just hold still, it won't hurt... much... probably
- N-no!
- *whaps Garnet over the head with her crossbow*
- *faints*
- Winner: Marle
- Uh... hmm... I hope that worked...
