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EXPonential Growth
A bandaged corpse like you would make for an excellent vict-- Er, guinea pig. But I suppose Robin would frown on my letting you live. Oh well. I promise I won't make it hurt. ...Much.
Rogues and Redeemers
Tharja: I can feel it...the limitless magic coursing through you...
Lilina: Don't look at me like that...
Tharja: Why not? You're about to become fodder for my darkest maledictions.
Rogues and Redeemers 3
Lilina: There's something very sinister about you. But I'm not afraid!
Tharja: You should be. I can get frightfully creative with my curses. Hee hee...
Champions of Yore 2
Tharja: You know, you remind me of a certain someone in a not-so-subtle way.
Pr. Marth: Beg pardon? Who are you? And, uh...could you not stand so close?
Tharja: Oh, don't be shy. Just hold still while I pull a few strings...
Champions of Yore 3
Pr. Marth: I will protect this land at all costs. You've had your fun long enough.
Tharja: Have I now? I wonder what folks would say if I cursed you to squawk like a hen.
Smash Brethren
Tharja: Might I borrow you for a moment?
Sophia: What...what can I do for you?
Tharja: You wield dark magic, right?
Sophia: Yes... Why?
Tharja: Hee. Then maybe you can help.
Sophia: With...what, exactly?
Tharja: Teach me some of the hexes you use in your world. That's as basic as dark magic gets, isn't it?
Sophia: Hexes? I don't really dabble in...I mean...it's not really right to...
Tharja: Don't try and hide it. You wield frightful power. You derive great pleasure from the torment of others!
Sophia: ...Oh. Is that a vulnerary over there? I'd better pick it up... Good-bye!
Tharja: You can run from me, but you cannot run from your dark destiny! Hee hee...
Tharja: Look at you: strong, proud, beautiful... I'm going to enjoy breaking you.
Micaiah: Better than you have tried and failed, you otherworldly fiend!
Smash Brethren 3
Micaiah: Begone from this realm, outsider!
Tharja: Ha! Not a chance. Why would I leave when there are tough little birds like you to torment?
The Golden Gaffe
How dare you steal my toolkit. I would have GIVEN you my gold. But the lock of Avatar's hair in that pouch was...priceless. Return it now, or I will kill you a thousand times over!
Infinite Regalia
You must be so bored with standing around guarding a pile of treasure. Dead or alive, I couldn't stand the lack of company. No one to torment! If it's any consolation, I can help you kill time. ...Before I kill you, of course.
Death's Embrace
This place reeks of blood and death... What a marvelous place to weave a horrific curse! But...another part of me wants to get far, far away... as fast as I can.
Five-Anna Firefight
It's not my problem if some stupid merchants wandered into a deathtrap. But Robin has me twisted around his/her little finger... *sigh* If he/she says "Leap over a pit of hot magma," what can I answer but "How high?"
Roster Rescue
Let's make a deal. You tell me what the roster says about Robin, and I'll let you go. Especially if it's a juicy secret no one else knows... ...No response, huh? Oh dear. Too bad for you...
Lost Bloodlines
Deirdre: I sense something unearthly about you. Who are you?
Tharja: Hmph. You seem no pushover yourself. Shall we see whose hexes hit harder?
Lost Bloodlines 3
Deirdre: Begone, ill creature!
Tharja: Oh, I'll show you the meaning of the word "ill" all right...
Summer Scramble
Tharja
...Is this the place? Where is that fool of a woman who calls her own protectors away from the battlefield?
Merchant
Ah! Tharja! Don't you look cheery today. Since you've been selected as one of the world's most popular ladies...the Hotrealm has decided to present you with this commemorative swimsuit! You can change in here. Don't let all those eager fans down!
Tharja
...... So I just have to wear this?
Merchant
If you don't mind. To be honest, I half expected you to threaten to hex me.
Tharja
I'd rather get this whole horrible, wasteful experience over with...
Merchant
Um...okay... Well! Let's just get you into that changing room, shall we?
>screen goes black
Tharja
Hrm... There's not much here to wear. No one wants to see ME in this. Unless... Yes, perhaps Robin would like it! This could be the key to winning his/her affections!
*Bustle, rustle*
*Sproing*
Oof... It's a little tight... Is it supposed to hug my chest like this? And why is it...nngh...riding so far up my behind? Just what is that merchant up to, anyway?
Merchant
Tharja, are you all changed?
Tharja
You should know, vixen swindler. I demand answers!
Merchant
What's wrong? You don't like your swimsuit? Hang on. Let me take a look...
>Tharja's Swimsuit CG
Tharja
...Haven't you ever heard of knocking?
Merchant
Sorry! It sounded like you needed help. My gosh, Tharja—most women would kill for that body.
Tharja
...Thanks. So did I.
Merchant
Er...so what's the problem? The swimsuit looks great on you. I think I picked out the perfect design.
Tharja
...Did you even bother to check my size?
Merchant
Uh-oh... Too tight?
Tharja
My uncanny valleys beg for reprieve. You bought me a size too small on purpose, didn't you?
Merchant
I'm sorry, Tharja. I guess I got too focused on the design. And anyway, it's hard to get someone's measurements right based on hearsay. You've got a lot more, er, femininity than I'd heard.
Tharja
Spare me your flattery, slattern. Now I'll never win Robin's affections! I can't even step outside.
Merchant
Robin... Your tactician, right? S/He didn't quite make the swimsuit list, but s/he scored high in the polls. I'd say s/he's even on par with you.
Tharja
...What? On par? ...We have parity?! Then it's true! Some force binds us!
Merchant
Tharja? Slow down! You'll rip the swimsu—
Tharja
Aside, woman. I must change my attire at once and join my chosen one. My keen perception did not lie!
>screen returns to battle map
Merchant
Well, that was an adventure, wasn't it, Tharja?
Tharja
I've ventured into worse. Are we done here?
Merchant
Yes. Sorry your swimsuit was too small.
Tharja
I'll lose no sleep over your bust-binding torture device. Now if you'll excuse me... Robin needs me.
Merchant
Right, um...bye? Well, she's certainly got personality. No wonder she rocked the polls.
Enter Battle Quote
Why is everyone having so much...ugh, gag me...so much FUN? This "resort" nonsense will only lead to trouble. I must distract myself... You there... Prepare to be cursed in Robin's name!
Tharja & Robin
Tharja & Robin (spouse)
Tharja & Cordelia
Cordelia
Phew, it certainly is hot out here...
Tharja
You can say that again.
Cordelia
Uh-oh. Don't look now, but I think you're getting a tan...
Tharja
What? How? I've barely been outside for five minutes!
Cordelia
I guess with your complexion, even a little sun makes a big difference. Besides, it's kind of inevitable when you're walking around half-naked like that.
Tharja
Half-naked?! How dare you! Did you not notice my cloak? It's not like I'm strutting around in my underwear like these...beach strumpets!
Cordelia
I don't really see how what they wear is any different to what's under your cloak... Or perhaps I'm missing something? Here, take that off. Let me have a look.
Tharja
Touch me, and I'll blight your prying fingers, girl!
Cordelia
All right, all right! It was just a joke.
Tharja
Hmph. I suppose I am showing a bit more skin than usual. But I confess I was blissfully unaware of it until you brought it up... Ugh. This is mortifying.
Cordelia
No, no! You said you were fine with it before—just forget I said anything!
Tharja
You and I both know that's not going to happen. Nope. It's official. I am completely and utterly mortified...
Cordelia
Hi, Tharja. Feeling a little less self-conscious about your outfit yet?
Tharja
Very much so. I attached a de-shaming talisman to my back, and now I feel just fine about it.
Cordelia
Let me have a look... Wow. It's, uh...not very subtle.
Tharja
Hm? What do you mean?
Cordelia
Well, it's just a piece of paper with "mortification" written on it.
Tharja
That's how these things work. Whatever you write on them gets canceled out. I was mortified, so I wrote "mortification", and presto—no more embarrassment.
Cordelia
But it's right there for anyone to see! Isn't it even more mortifying walking around with the very word written on your back?
Tharja
*Sigh* That's the whole point. NOTHING is mortifying thanks to this thing.
Cordelia
Oh, right. Sorry. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this... So if I were to take it off, would it stop working?
Tharja
My, you're a sharp one.
Cordelia
Interesting. Let's try it and see, shall we? Here goes...
Tharja
W-wait, don't—! Oh, gods, this is horrifying. Just kill me now...
Cordelia
I see. So now we stick it back on, and...
Tharja
My, it sure is hot. Why don't I throw off my cloak and take a nice dip in the sea?
Cordelia
And off again...
Tharja
Ugh, my calf is showing! Why didn't I wear a bigger cloak?
Cordelia
This is fascinating! Okay, let's put it back on...
Tharja
All right, that's enough. If you value your fingers, you won't mess with it again.
Cordelia
Heh. Sorry, Tharja. I...I'm only teasing you because I'm jealous. I wish I had the guts to wear something like that. You dress so wonderfully!
Tharja
Is that all? If that's what's bothering you, maybe I can help. We are...allies, after all.
Cordelia
Wow, really? I would love that! If you could show me around some boutiques, I'd be—
Tharja
I meant I could erase your jealousy with a curse.
Cordelia
O-oh... Um, let me get back to you on that...
Tharja & Olivia
Olivia: Um...Tharja? Do you have a moment?
Tharja: What is it?
Olivia: I...I just wanted to say how wonderful you were in that last fight. You were so imperious, so...dominant... It really took my breath away!
Tharja: They're common brigands. I hardly worked up a sweat. ...Do you want something? Fawning makes my skin crawl.
Olivia: I-I'm not fawning! I mean every word! I have only the utmost respect for you...
Tharja: Hmph. I don't see what you find so fascinating about me.
Olivia: Oh, but there are LOTS of things! I don't even know where to begin. ...There's your figure, for one. It's practically perfect. You're voluptuous where it counts and svelte everywhere else... Staying in that kind of shape must take HOURS of exercise each day!
Tharja: Exercise? Are you kidding? I don't do a thing.
Olivia: Y-you don't exercise?! You can't be serious! You MUST diet then, right? No wine? No sweets?
Tharja: I drink my fill of wine, and I touch whatever sweets I please.
Olivia: Hmm... Okay, I've got it. ...You've cast a slimming spell on yourself to stay thin. Right?
Tharja: Even if a spell of such dubious merit existed, I wouldn't use it. And I haven't.
Olivia: Ugh! Well, in that case, I'm afraid this makes you the enemy, Tharja... The enemy of every hard-working young maiden in the world!
Tharja: *Shrug* No skin off my nose.
Olivia: Oh, you won't brush us off so easily! I hereby challenge you to a duel on behalf of all my sisters! I'll...I'll put a fattening hex on you and drag you down to our level!
Tharja: ...Oh? You would trade hexes with ME? Careful what you wish for, little girl.
Olivia: Oh, um...ha ha! Did I say hex? I did, didn't I? Er...that was a jest! I...I don't know what came over me! Ha ha! Ha... Um, let's just put down the cauldrons and spell scrolls and move along, shall we?
Olivia: Tharja, I was thinking... M-maybe we could form a little dance troupe? Just you and me, I mean. You're so beautiful and talented... It seems like a waste not to show the whole world.
Tharja: A dance troupe? Are you kidding? Forget it.
Olivia: N-no! I came up with a name and everything! I was thinking "The Dark Dancers!" ...or something like that.
Tharja: How nice. But tell me—which part of "forget it" did you not understand?
Olivia: P-please, just hear me out. I even thought of a color scheme for us! B-black and pink! ...you would provide the black, of course.
Tharja: Why do YOU get to choose who wears what?
Olivia: Oh! S-sorry, I didn't mean to— You could wear pink if you prefer!
Tharja: May the gods strike me where I stand if they ever catch me wearing pink. Can you honestly imagine me in anything other than black?
Olivia: W-well, no. That's why I— *sigh* Look, I'm sorry... Just...think about it, okay? Please. I'm sure you'd enjoy it. You could take center stage and be as dark and mysterious as you like. And I could...you know, do something in the background. Something...lighter.
Tharja: Let me get this straight: In this hypothetical dance, you would play second fiddle to me? You being a dancer, and me being someone who doesn't, in point of fact, dance? Look, when I told you to forget it, I meant it. ...But that doesn't mean I wouldn't be willing to help you perform.
Olivia: Wait, what? You'd...you'd do that for me?! Oh, thank you so much!
Tharja: Of course, it will involve putting a hex on you...
Olivia: *Gulp* ...It will?
Tharja: The hex will paralyze you, rendering you incapable of moving so much as an eyelid. Then I'll manipulate your limbs in a macabre dance, like a living marionette. I think that would be VERY entertaining, don't you? Hee hee hee!
Olivia: B-but, Tharja, that sounds...
Tharja: Did I mention that over the course of time, I'll come to control your mind as well? You'll belong to me heart and soul—a helpless puppet at my beck and call. How does that sound, Olivia?
Olivia: That...that sounds nothing at all like what I suggested! That sounds like a horror show!
Tharja: Well, everyone loves a horror show, don't they?
Olivia: Um, NO! Not when they're a part of the horror!
Harvest Scramble
Nowi: Tharja, you're so boingy!
Tharja: ...What?
Nowi: Didn't you hear me? I said you're boingy!
Tharja: And what does that mean, exactly? ...Do I even want to hear this?
Nowi: You know! Your figure! Like, your hips and your...other parts! Boingy!
Tharja: Gods. Where do you learn such things? One moment I'm dealing with a simpering innocent, and the next... *sigh*
Nowi: Sooo...can I see 'em? Your boingy bits, I mean...
Tharja: Why are you even asking ME, anyway? There must be others with more *ahem* "boingy" bits than me.
Nowi: Oh, no. I've checked out EVERYBODY in the whooole army, and you know what? You're the boingiest of them all. ...Trust me.
Tharja: What an honor. Perhaps you should check again to be safe? Now go on. Run along.
Nowi: FINE! If you're gonna be like that, I will! CHROM! HEY, CHROM! Tharja said that I should ask you about her boingy—
Tharja: WHAT?! Grr... Pipe down, or I'll hex you into next week!
Nowi: But you just TOLD me to—
Tharja: I changed my mind. No more asking anyone about boingy bits, you hear?
Nowi: Boo. Will you at least tell me what your boingy bits feel like? Are they soft?
Tharja: What is this all about? Why do you want to know?
Nowi: Well, I head some of the men talking about your figure... And they said they bet your boingy bits are white as snow and soft as pillows. That sounds pretty nice to me! So I decided I had to see for myself.
Tharja: Grrr... When I find out who these men are who've been talking about me... Well, let's just say there are bout to be some new toads hopping around camp...
Tharja: ...Hm? Did I just doze off in the middle of a battle? Curious. I must be even more tired than I thought. Still, it was a wonderful dream... Fancy Robin showing up! Hee hee. Ooh, the fun we had...
Nowi: Morning, sleepyhead! That was quite a snooze you had there!
Tharja: What do you mean, quite a snooze? Why in the world didn't you wake me up? We're in the middle of a battle!
Nowi: Hee hee! Because you looked like you needed the sleep, silly! ...Aaaaand it seemed like a good opportunity to get a closer look at your boingy bits.
Tharja: Y-you WHAT?!
Nowi: And you know what? "Boingy" doesn't even begin to do them justice! The way they make your clothes stretch! So smooth and—
Tharja: Are you out of your tiny mind?! I hope you enjoyed it...because you're about to receive the hexing of your life!
Nowi: Eeeek! No, don't! I'm sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I really am! You just looked so tired lately, I didn't want to wake you! I was worried, you know? But I stood watch over you the whole time, honest! I...I thought I was helping... *sob*
Tharja: ...Urgh. How am I supposed to stay angry with that face? All right, all right... Fine. I accept your apology.
Nowi: *Sniff* R-really...? Oh, yay! 'Cause you know what—you look sooo much better now! You were all super-pale before, and—
Tharja: Enough! Ever heard the expression "quit while you're ahead"? Anyway, no more staring at people's...ugh..."boingy bits" while they're asleep. Understood?
Nowi: You mean I should only stare at 'em while they're awake? Gotcha!
Tharja: Grr... That's it. You ARE getting hexed!
Hot-Spring Scramble
A public bathing area? In the nude?! Has this whole town gone mad? Wait... What if they have? That's it! The steam is hexed to loosen inhibitions! Hee hee... I know exactly who to try it on once this battle is over...
The Future Past 1
Tharja: ......
Noire: M-Mother?! Y-your here?! B-but...how? Did...did you resurrect yourself with some kind of curse?
Tharja: Hee hee... And what if I did?
Noire: It wouldn't matter one bit!
Tharja: ...It wouldn't?
Noire: Of course not! I'm used to your curses! And I don't care If you're a zombie! I'd put up with anything just to be with you again... You don't know how lonely I've been since you sacrificed yourself to save me. I don't care if you stink of death or your insides have turned to goo... I'm just happy to see you—alive, undead, or whatever else. Oh, Mother! Please don't ever leave me again!
Tharja: Noire... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have led you on like that. Your mother hasn't come back to life. I'm not her.
Noire: B-but...
Tharja: I'm a different Tharja on a brief visit here from another world. I'm not the one who raised you. Sorry for getting your hopes up.
Noire: Oh, you... Oh. I...I suppose I should have known. Death is permanent, after all... But I meant what I said. I am happy to see you, even if you're not...you. Even if you are from another world... Even if you're here only briefly...
Tharja: Good. Then I'm happy too. You were saying earlier that they took your talisman, weren't you? Let me make it up to you by helping you get it back.
Noire: Really? You'd do that? Oh, thank you! *Sob* Mother...
Tharja: Tears? Really? What am I supposed to...? Listen, I don't have much time. But while I'm here, I'm going to make the creatures who tried to hurt you pay. Out of respect for your real mother, if nothing else.
Noire: ...Thank you.
Tharja: Now, let's pick out the perfect curse for your vengeance, shall we? And let's make it a real humdinger. After all, what's the point in coming to another world if I can't let my hair down? Hee hee hee...
Noire: Oh, Mother... This is just like old times!
source: http://serenesforest.net/wiki/index.php/Main_Page
A bandaged corpse like you would make for an excellent vict-- Er, guinea pig. But I suppose Robin would frown on my letting you live. Oh well. I promise I won't make it hurt. ...Much.
Rogues and Redeemers
Tharja: I can feel it...the limitless magic coursing through you...
Lilina: Don't look at me like that...
Tharja: Why not? You're about to become fodder for my darkest maledictions.
Rogues and Redeemers 3
Lilina: There's something very sinister about you. But I'm not afraid!
Tharja: You should be. I can get frightfully creative with my curses. Hee hee...
Champions of Yore 2
Tharja: You know, you remind me of a certain someone in a not-so-subtle way.
Pr. Marth: Beg pardon? Who are you? And, uh...could you not stand so close?
Tharja: Oh, don't be shy. Just hold still while I pull a few strings...
Champions of Yore 3
Pr. Marth: I will protect this land at all costs. You've had your fun long enough.
Tharja: Have I now? I wonder what folks would say if I cursed you to squawk like a hen.
Smash Brethren
Tharja: Might I borrow you for a moment?
Sophia: What...what can I do for you?
Tharja: You wield dark magic, right?
Sophia: Yes... Why?
Tharja: Hee. Then maybe you can help.
Sophia: With...what, exactly?
Tharja: Teach me some of the hexes you use in your world. That's as basic as dark magic gets, isn't it?
Sophia: Hexes? I don't really dabble in...I mean...it's not really right to...
Tharja: Don't try and hide it. You wield frightful power. You derive great pleasure from the torment of others!
Sophia: ...Oh. Is that a vulnerary over there? I'd better pick it up... Good-bye!
Tharja: You can run from me, but you cannot run from your dark destiny! Hee hee...
Tharja: Look at you: strong, proud, beautiful... I'm going to enjoy breaking you.
Micaiah: Better than you have tried and failed, you otherworldly fiend!
Smash Brethren 3
Micaiah: Begone from this realm, outsider!
Tharja: Ha! Not a chance. Why would I leave when there are tough little birds like you to torment?
The Golden Gaffe
How dare you steal my toolkit. I would have GIVEN you my gold. But the lock of Avatar's hair in that pouch was...priceless. Return it now, or I will kill you a thousand times over!
Infinite Regalia
You must be so bored with standing around guarding a pile of treasure. Dead or alive, I couldn't stand the lack of company. No one to torment! If it's any consolation, I can help you kill time. ...Before I kill you, of course.
Death's Embrace
This place reeks of blood and death... What a marvelous place to weave a horrific curse! But...another part of me wants to get far, far away... as fast as I can.
Five-Anna Firefight
It's not my problem if some stupid merchants wandered into a deathtrap. But Robin has me twisted around his/her little finger... *sigh* If he/she says "Leap over a pit of hot magma," what can I answer but "How high?"
Roster Rescue
Let's make a deal. You tell me what the roster says about Robin, and I'll let you go. Especially if it's a juicy secret no one else knows... ...No response, huh? Oh dear. Too bad for you...
Lost Bloodlines
Deirdre: I sense something unearthly about you. Who are you?
Tharja: Hmph. You seem no pushover yourself. Shall we see whose hexes hit harder?
Lost Bloodlines 3
Deirdre: Begone, ill creature!
Tharja: Oh, I'll show you the meaning of the word "ill" all right...
Summer Scramble
Tharja
...Is this the place? Where is that fool of a woman who calls her own protectors away from the battlefield?
Merchant
Ah! Tharja! Don't you look cheery today. Since you've been selected as one of the world's most popular ladies...the Hotrealm has decided to present you with this commemorative swimsuit! You can change in here. Don't let all those eager fans down!
Tharja
...... So I just have to wear this?
Merchant
If you don't mind. To be honest, I half expected you to threaten to hex me.
Tharja
I'd rather get this whole horrible, wasteful experience over with...
Merchant
Um...okay... Well! Let's just get you into that changing room, shall we?
>screen goes black
Tharja
Hrm... There's not much here to wear. No one wants to see ME in this. Unless... Yes, perhaps Robin would like it! This could be the key to winning his/her affections!
*Bustle, rustle*
*Sproing*
Oof... It's a little tight... Is it supposed to hug my chest like this? And why is it...nngh...riding so far up my behind? Just what is that merchant up to, anyway?
Merchant
Tharja, are you all changed?
Tharja
You should know, vixen swindler. I demand answers!
Merchant
What's wrong? You don't like your swimsuit? Hang on. Let me take a look...
>Tharja's Swimsuit CG
Tharja
...Haven't you ever heard of knocking?
Merchant
Sorry! It sounded like you needed help. My gosh, Tharja—most women would kill for that body.
Tharja
...Thanks. So did I.
Merchant
Er...so what's the problem? The swimsuit looks great on you. I think I picked out the perfect design.
Tharja
...Did you even bother to check my size?
Merchant
Uh-oh... Too tight?
Tharja
My uncanny valleys beg for reprieve. You bought me a size too small on purpose, didn't you?
Merchant
I'm sorry, Tharja. I guess I got too focused on the design. And anyway, it's hard to get someone's measurements right based on hearsay. You've got a lot more, er, femininity than I'd heard.
Tharja
Spare me your flattery, slattern. Now I'll never win Robin's affections! I can't even step outside.
Merchant
Robin... Your tactician, right? S/He didn't quite make the swimsuit list, but s/he scored high in the polls. I'd say s/he's even on par with you.
Tharja
...What? On par? ...We have parity?! Then it's true! Some force binds us!
Merchant
Tharja? Slow down! You'll rip the swimsu—
Tharja
Aside, woman. I must change my attire at once and join my chosen one. My keen perception did not lie!
>screen returns to battle map
Merchant
Well, that was an adventure, wasn't it, Tharja?
Tharja
I've ventured into worse. Are we done here?
Merchant
Yes. Sorry your swimsuit was too small.
Tharja
I'll lose no sleep over your bust-binding torture device. Now if you'll excuse me... Robin needs me.
Merchant
Right, um...bye? Well, she's certainly got personality. No wonder she rocked the polls.
Enter Battle Quote
Why is everyone having so much...ugh, gag me...so much FUN? This "resort" nonsense will only lead to trouble. I must distract myself... You there... Prepare to be cursed in Robin's name!
Tharja & Robin
Tharja & Robin (spouse)
Tharja & Cordelia
Cordelia
Phew, it certainly is hot out here...
Tharja
You can say that again.
Cordelia
Uh-oh. Don't look now, but I think you're getting a tan...
Tharja
What? How? I've barely been outside for five minutes!
Cordelia
I guess with your complexion, even a little sun makes a big difference. Besides, it's kind of inevitable when you're walking around half-naked like that.
Tharja
Half-naked?! How dare you! Did you not notice my cloak? It's not like I'm strutting around in my underwear like these...beach strumpets!
Cordelia
I don't really see how what they wear is any different to what's under your cloak... Or perhaps I'm missing something? Here, take that off. Let me have a look.
Tharja
Touch me, and I'll blight your prying fingers, girl!
Cordelia
All right, all right! It was just a joke.
Tharja
Hmph. I suppose I am showing a bit more skin than usual. But I confess I was blissfully unaware of it until you brought it up... Ugh. This is mortifying.
Cordelia
No, no! You said you were fine with it before—just forget I said anything!
Tharja
You and I both know that's not going to happen. Nope. It's official. I am completely and utterly mortified...
Cordelia
Hi, Tharja. Feeling a little less self-conscious about your outfit yet?
Tharja
Very much so. I attached a de-shaming talisman to my back, and now I feel just fine about it.
Cordelia
Let me have a look... Wow. It's, uh...not very subtle.
Tharja
Hm? What do you mean?
Cordelia
Well, it's just a piece of paper with "mortification" written on it.
Tharja
That's how these things work. Whatever you write on them gets canceled out. I was mortified, so I wrote "mortification", and presto—no more embarrassment.
Cordelia
But it's right there for anyone to see! Isn't it even more mortifying walking around with the very word written on your back?
Tharja
*Sigh* That's the whole point. NOTHING is mortifying thanks to this thing.
Cordelia
Oh, right. Sorry. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this... So if I were to take it off, would it stop working?
Tharja
My, you're a sharp one.
Cordelia
Interesting. Let's try it and see, shall we? Here goes...
Tharja
W-wait, don't—! Oh, gods, this is horrifying. Just kill me now...
Cordelia
I see. So now we stick it back on, and...
Tharja
My, it sure is hot. Why don't I throw off my cloak and take a nice dip in the sea?
Cordelia
And off again...
Tharja
Ugh, my calf is showing! Why didn't I wear a bigger cloak?
Cordelia
This is fascinating! Okay, let's put it back on...
Tharja
All right, that's enough. If you value your fingers, you won't mess with it again.
Cordelia
Heh. Sorry, Tharja. I...I'm only teasing you because I'm jealous. I wish I had the guts to wear something like that. You dress so wonderfully!
Tharja
Is that all? If that's what's bothering you, maybe I can help. We are...allies, after all.
Cordelia
Wow, really? I would love that! If you could show me around some boutiques, I'd be—
Tharja
I meant I could erase your jealousy with a curse.
Cordelia
O-oh... Um, let me get back to you on that...
Tharja & Olivia
Olivia: Um...Tharja? Do you have a moment?
Tharja: What is it?
Olivia: I...I just wanted to say how wonderful you were in that last fight. You were so imperious, so...dominant... It really took my breath away!
Tharja: They're common brigands. I hardly worked up a sweat. ...Do you want something? Fawning makes my skin crawl.
Olivia: I-I'm not fawning! I mean every word! I have only the utmost respect for you...
Tharja: Hmph. I don't see what you find so fascinating about me.
Olivia: Oh, but there are LOTS of things! I don't even know where to begin. ...There's your figure, for one. It's practically perfect. You're voluptuous where it counts and svelte everywhere else... Staying in that kind of shape must take HOURS of exercise each day!
Tharja: Exercise? Are you kidding? I don't do a thing.
Olivia: Y-you don't exercise?! You can't be serious! You MUST diet then, right? No wine? No sweets?
Tharja: I drink my fill of wine, and I touch whatever sweets I please.
Olivia: Hmm... Okay, I've got it. ...You've cast a slimming spell on yourself to stay thin. Right?
Tharja: Even if a spell of such dubious merit existed, I wouldn't use it. And I haven't.
Olivia: Ugh! Well, in that case, I'm afraid this makes you the enemy, Tharja... The enemy of every hard-working young maiden in the world!
Tharja: *Shrug* No skin off my nose.
Olivia: Oh, you won't brush us off so easily! I hereby challenge you to a duel on behalf of all my sisters! I'll...I'll put a fattening hex on you and drag you down to our level!
Tharja: ...Oh? You would trade hexes with ME? Careful what you wish for, little girl.
Olivia: Oh, um...ha ha! Did I say hex? I did, didn't I? Er...that was a jest! I...I don't know what came over me! Ha ha! Ha... Um, let's just put down the cauldrons and spell scrolls and move along, shall we?
Olivia: Tharja, I was thinking... M-maybe we could form a little dance troupe? Just you and me, I mean. You're so beautiful and talented... It seems like a waste not to show the whole world.
Tharja: A dance troupe? Are you kidding? Forget it.
Olivia: N-no! I came up with a name and everything! I was thinking "The Dark Dancers!" ...or something like that.
Tharja: How nice. But tell me—which part of "forget it" did you not understand?
Olivia: P-please, just hear me out. I even thought of a color scheme for us! B-black and pink! ...you would provide the black, of course.
Tharja: Why do YOU get to choose who wears what?
Olivia: Oh! S-sorry, I didn't mean to— You could wear pink if you prefer!
Tharja: May the gods strike me where I stand if they ever catch me wearing pink. Can you honestly imagine me in anything other than black?
Olivia: W-well, no. That's why I— *sigh* Look, I'm sorry... Just...think about it, okay? Please. I'm sure you'd enjoy it. You could take center stage and be as dark and mysterious as you like. And I could...you know, do something in the background. Something...lighter.
Tharja: Let me get this straight: In this hypothetical dance, you would play second fiddle to me? You being a dancer, and me being someone who doesn't, in point of fact, dance? Look, when I told you to forget it, I meant it. ...But that doesn't mean I wouldn't be willing to help you perform.
Olivia: Wait, what? You'd...you'd do that for me?! Oh, thank you so much!
Tharja: Of course, it will involve putting a hex on you...
Olivia: *Gulp* ...It will?
Tharja: The hex will paralyze you, rendering you incapable of moving so much as an eyelid. Then I'll manipulate your limbs in a macabre dance, like a living marionette. I think that would be VERY entertaining, don't you? Hee hee hee!
Olivia: B-but, Tharja, that sounds...
Tharja: Did I mention that over the course of time, I'll come to control your mind as well? You'll belong to me heart and soul—a helpless puppet at my beck and call. How does that sound, Olivia?
Olivia: That...that sounds nothing at all like what I suggested! That sounds like a horror show!
Tharja: Well, everyone loves a horror show, don't they?
Olivia: Um, NO! Not when they're a part of the horror!
Harvest Scramble
Nowi: Tharja, you're so boingy!
Tharja: ...What?
Nowi: Didn't you hear me? I said you're boingy!
Tharja: And what does that mean, exactly? ...Do I even want to hear this?
Nowi: You know! Your figure! Like, your hips and your...other parts! Boingy!
Tharja: Gods. Where do you learn such things? One moment I'm dealing with a simpering innocent, and the next... *sigh*
Nowi: Sooo...can I see 'em? Your boingy bits, I mean...
Tharja: Why are you even asking ME, anyway? There must be others with more *ahem* "boingy" bits than me.
Nowi: Oh, no. I've checked out EVERYBODY in the whooole army, and you know what? You're the boingiest of them all. ...Trust me.
Tharja: What an honor. Perhaps you should check again to be safe? Now go on. Run along.
Nowi: FINE! If you're gonna be like that, I will! CHROM! HEY, CHROM! Tharja said that I should ask you about her boingy—
Tharja: WHAT?! Grr... Pipe down, or I'll hex you into next week!
Nowi: But you just TOLD me to—
Tharja: I changed my mind. No more asking anyone about boingy bits, you hear?
Nowi: Boo. Will you at least tell me what your boingy bits feel like? Are they soft?
Tharja: What is this all about? Why do you want to know?
Nowi: Well, I head some of the men talking about your figure... And they said they bet your boingy bits are white as snow and soft as pillows. That sounds pretty nice to me! So I decided I had to see for myself.
Tharja: Grrr... When I find out who these men are who've been talking about me... Well, let's just say there are bout to be some new toads hopping around camp...
Tharja: ...Hm? Did I just doze off in the middle of a battle? Curious. I must be even more tired than I thought. Still, it was a wonderful dream... Fancy Robin showing up! Hee hee. Ooh, the fun we had...
Nowi: Morning, sleepyhead! That was quite a snooze you had there!
Tharja: What do you mean, quite a snooze? Why in the world didn't you wake me up? We're in the middle of a battle!
Nowi: Hee hee! Because you looked like you needed the sleep, silly! ...Aaaaand it seemed like a good opportunity to get a closer look at your boingy bits.
Tharja: Y-you WHAT?!
Nowi: And you know what? "Boingy" doesn't even begin to do them justice! The way they make your clothes stretch! So smooth and—
Tharja: Are you out of your tiny mind?! I hope you enjoyed it...because you're about to receive the hexing of your life!
Nowi: Eeeek! No, don't! I'm sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I really am! You just looked so tired lately, I didn't want to wake you! I was worried, you know? But I stood watch over you the whole time, honest! I...I thought I was helping... *sob*
Tharja: ...Urgh. How am I supposed to stay angry with that face? All right, all right... Fine. I accept your apology.
Nowi: *Sniff* R-really...? Oh, yay! 'Cause you know what—you look sooo much better now! You were all super-pale before, and—
Tharja: Enough! Ever heard the expression "quit while you're ahead"? Anyway, no more staring at people's...ugh..."boingy bits" while they're asleep. Understood?
Nowi: You mean I should only stare at 'em while they're awake? Gotcha!
Tharja: Grr... That's it. You ARE getting hexed!
Hot-Spring Scramble
A public bathing area? In the nude?! Has this whole town gone mad? Wait... What if they have? That's it! The steam is hexed to loosen inhibitions! Hee hee... I know exactly who to try it on once this battle is over...
The Future Past 1
Tharja: ......
Noire: M-Mother?! Y-your here?! B-but...how? Did...did you resurrect yourself with some kind of curse?
Tharja: Hee hee... And what if I did?
Noire: It wouldn't matter one bit!
Tharja: ...It wouldn't?
Noire: Of course not! I'm used to your curses! And I don't care If you're a zombie! I'd put up with anything just to be with you again... You don't know how lonely I've been since you sacrificed yourself to save me. I don't care if you stink of death or your insides have turned to goo... I'm just happy to see you—alive, undead, or whatever else. Oh, Mother! Please don't ever leave me again!
Tharja: Noire... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have led you on like that. Your mother hasn't come back to life. I'm not her.
Noire: B-but...
Tharja: I'm a different Tharja on a brief visit here from another world. I'm not the one who raised you. Sorry for getting your hopes up.
Noire: Oh, you... Oh. I...I suppose I should have known. Death is permanent, after all... But I meant what I said. I am happy to see you, even if you're not...you. Even if you are from another world... Even if you're here only briefly...
Tharja: Good. Then I'm happy too. You were saying earlier that they took your talisman, weren't you? Let me make it up to you by helping you get it back.
Noire: Really? You'd do that? Oh, thank you! *Sob* Mother...
Tharja: Tears? Really? What am I supposed to...? Listen, I don't have much time. But while I'm here, I'm going to make the creatures who tried to hurt you pay. Out of respect for your real mother, if nothing else.
Noire: ...Thank you.
Tharja: Now, let's pick out the perfect curse for your vengeance, shall we? And let's make it a real humdinger. After all, what's the point in coming to another world if I can't let my hair down? Hee hee hee...
Noire: Oh, Mother... This is just like old times!
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