Paralogue 5: Wings of Justice/Supports

* **Knifez**: Ask away, I guess.

* **Justice**: Were you just watching me right there as I took out the training dummy from fifty feet in the air?

* **Knifez**: Was I supposed to be watching?

* **Justice**: Uh, yeah…you kinda were…but no matter! Did you notice that I trimmed my hair today so that it looks more like yours?

* **Knifez**: I wasn’t aware that you had changed anything, no.

* **Justice**: Okay, so no on the haircuts either. Got it. How about this? Are you watching me right now, father? I’m making a silly face! Isn’t that cool?

* **Knifez**: It’s a bit weird, honestly.

* **Justice**: I’ll stop being a bother now. I just wanted you to react in a good way and I failed so hard at that.

* **Knifez**: Hey, no one said you were being a bother.

* **Justice**: It’s okay. I got that you meant it. Looks like I can’t even please you here.

* **Knifez**: You’re a strange one, aren’t you?

* **Justice**: That’s what you always say! Fathers should be proud of their sons, not calling them strange! I can’t win with you!

* **Knifez**: …I stand by my comment. He’s a strange one.

## Justice and Rachel

### C Support

* **Justice**: Hey mom.

* **Rachel**: So he does speak to his mother. Good to know.

* **Justice**: Oh, I'm sorry.

* **Rachel**: It's alright. I totally understand that Knifez is more interesting than me.

* **Justice**: Oh no, it's not that at all!

* **Rachel**: Then what is it?

* **Justice**: I just kinda...grew up with you. You had to raise me alone, because dad died before I was born.

* **Rachel**: I see. I can definitely understand that growing up with someone makes one less inclined to speak to them.

* **Justice**: Yeah. Add that to the fact that you never had a negative thing to say about him, and it kind of got me really eager to meet him, and make him proud of me.

* **Rachel**: Oh, so I did nothing but talk him up, eh? Well, how does he stack compared to future-me's descriptions of him?

* **Justice**: He's as noble as I was told. He seems to get annoyed by me though. I'll get through to him, though.

* **Rachel**: Uh, sure. Hey, Justice?

* **Justice**: Yeah?

* **Rachel**: Don't forget to check in with me occasionally, okay?

* **Justice**: You got it mom.

## Kelsie and Janice

### C Support

* **Kelsie**: Why am I not surprised to see you hiding out here?

* **Janice**: Ugh, it’s you. Let me guess, they’re trying to get a prayer group going and you bolted?

* **Kelsie**: Not exactly. More like, trying to get a praise group about your mom going.

* **Janice**: Same thing.

* **Kelsie**: Very different thing, you dork.

* **Janice**: How dare you talk to me like that.

* **Kelsie**: You know I mean it in a friendly way.

* **Janice**: So you chose to ditch group time when it didn’t involve gods you don’t love?

* **Kelsie**: I chose to ditch it to see if anyone else did the same. And I’m not surprised that you did, not even a little bit.

* **Janice**: To be fair, I heard one person mention…her. And that told me it was no place for me to be.

* **Kelsie**: So people want someone to rally behind, and today they picked the Exalt of Waydrn. Would you be there if they picked someone else?

* **Janice**: Hell no. Mostly because she’d be there anyway.

* **Kelsie**: Here, let’s just drop the topic of your mom and appreciate the time we’ve got together right now. Just us two girls, hanging out in the trees.

* **Janice**: …I think I’d rather be with the praise group, honestly.

## Bohl and Augustus

### C Support

* **Bohl**: Oh! Augustus! You are here to make the jokes, yes?

* **Augustus**: If that’s what you’re wanting me to do, sure thing!

* **Bohl**: That was not the original intent?

* **Augustus**: Not exactly, but me making jokes is always a good time, so we can push what I wanted to do back a bit.

* **Bohl**: No, no, do what you wanted to make do with!

* **Augustus**: Okay there bud, if you insist! I’m gonna need you to think really hard on this one, so please don’t jumble your words too bad!

* **Bohl**: Er, hard thinking and word jumbling are same thing to Bohl.

* **Augustus**: C’mon dude, I know you can think and sound smart. There’s not that much happening in there at once, is there?

* **Bohl**: Sort of? Big problems with too much thinking.

* **Augustus**: But how am I supposed to make you into my wisecracking partner in crime if you’re not thinking straight?

* **Bohl**: …That is original intent? To make Bohl funny?

* **Augustus**: Sort of, yeah.

* **Bohl**: Oh, what a good idea to have been had!

* **Augustus**: So you work on those thoughts and those words, and once you’ve got it all straightened out we’re gonna make you almost as funny as me!

## Spencer and Jayde

### C Support

* **Jayde**: \*sigh\* If only there was someone who could talk to me and appreciate my charm and my looks.

* **Spencer**: Sighing loudly behind someone isn’t a way to start conversation. Nor is what you followed that sigh with. But how are you, Jayde?

* **Jayde**: Lonely. Miserable. The usual.

* **Spencer**: I don’t know how to react to that. Thanks for the honesty.

* **Jayde**: Oh, you want me to be honest? Well okay.

* **Spencer**: No, that wasn’t an invitation to start listing off problems…

* **Jayde**: My heart hurts from the lack of attention it’s been given. All I can think about is how I’m a failure of a Taguel, not being able to reproduce like I should. There’s a hungry feeling in between m—

* **Spencer**: Jayde. No. Enough.

* **Jayde**: —but you told me to be honest.

* **Spencer**: I thanked you for what you had already said. Elaborations weren’t needed.

* **Jayde**: Then you shouldn’t have sounded sarcastic.

* **Spencer**: What do you know about sarcasm? You act like you were born and raised in a barn.

* **Jayde**: Take that back.

* **Spencer**: Oh, don’t start crying. You know I meant that as a witty comeback.

* **Jayde**: Maybe it’s not me who needs to learn about sarcasm, mister high and mighty prince guy.

* **Spencer**: …Why does this always happen with her? Poor girl’s so desperate for attention that she just loves creating drama.

## Danica and Julius

### B Support

* **Danica**: Whew...whew. Holy shit.

* **Julius**: What?

* **Danica**: Those dance moves were really hard. Like, damn.

* **Julius**: That's what your get for bragging about how good you are at dancing.

* **Danica**: Yeah, I guess so...

* **Julius**: Let this be a lesson, alright? You can't just say you got the hang of something and skip right to the hardest stuff.

* **Danica**: But I didn't skip to the hardest part. You took us directly there.

* **Julius**: Yeah, well...uh, that's a good point.

* **Danica**: Maybe you're just a bad teacher.

* **Julius**: Hey, I am not a bad teacher! I taught Kate how to dance and she caught on really well after a lifetime of being convinced she's not meant to be dancing. Maybe you're just the bad student.

* **Danica**: Hey, I am not a bad student!

* **Julius**: Well then how aren't you learning what I'm teaching you?

* **Danica**: Because you're teaching me the hard shit before I'm ready!

* **Julius**: Because you got overconfident!

* **Danica**: I wonder who I get that from...

* **Julius**: What's that supposed to mean?

* **Danica**: Figure it out for yourself, mister best dancer ever.

* **Julius**: Hey wait, Danica come back!

## Joanne and Signele

### B Support

* **Joanne**: How’s that story coming along?

* **Signele**: Perfectly! Here, it’s the newest version of the manuscript!

* **Joanne**: Er, Signele, I think we need to talk about your penmanship. This is literally just scratches. Can you actually write, or are you just playing pretend?

* **Signele**: I’m not playing pretend. I guess silly man-spawn eyes aren’t trained well enough to read the language of the Taguel.

* **Joanne**: You’ve been asking me to read something written in a different language?

* **Signele**: …No. I lied.

* **Joanne**: Here, give me something to write with. I’ll show you how to write.

…

* **Signele**: THERE! Can you read that!

* **Joanne**: Yes, actually, I can. And it’s a lot neater than how a lot of people write. See what putting a little effort into your craft can do?

* **Signele**: A little effort? I put all sorts of effort into my story. It’s not my fault you can’t read it.

* **Joanne**: Maybe if you took the time to actually write the letters of the words in your story out, things would work for both of us.

* **Signele**: I do write the letters. Just like how I was taught.

* **Joanne**: You aren’t writing in any language I’ve ever read then, because what I see on all your sheets are scratches. What you wrote here, those are letters.

* **Signele**: Yeah, letters. What you write on the messages for the big fancy royal people. I can write my name forwards and backwards thanks to letters. I don’t need my name for stories, I need STORIES!

* **Joanne**: You have fun with that, then. Just try to have something I can actually read next time I swing by, please. I’m really curious about what stories you have.

## Dakota and Pika

### A Support

* **Pika**: Hey, Best Finder in Camp. What're ya doing?

* **Dakota**: Looking for something.

* **Pika**: You...are?

* **Dakota**: Yep. I lost one of my daggers.

* **Pika**: Ah. How long have you been looking?

* **Dakota**: About an hour now.

* **Pika**: Whoa...you never take that long to find something.

* **Dakota**: I know. It's embarrassing.

* **Pika**: Gee, hard to believe a lowly dagger would prove to be the one thing that dupes the best finder in the Shepherds.

* **Dakota**: Hm.

* **Pika**: What?

* **Dakota**: Nothing. I'm just so defeated.

* **Pika**: Well, need help?

* **Dakota**: Nah, I think I have a good idea of where to find it.

* **Pika**: Okay, you keep me posted. Later Dakota!

* **Dakota**: ...Later.

* **Pika**: (Oh man, what a good plan! Sam's idea to take the dagger and hide it in my quiver was such a good idea. That way, it won't get lost from me, and I can give it back to him after he admits total defeat. Truly, the best finder in camp has been defeated by one of Sam's impenetrable riddl—uh...where'd the dagger go??)

* **Dakota**: Don't mess with a master thief.

* **Pika**: Dakota! Uh, you found it?

* **Dakota**: Yeah. It was in your quiver. Funny, huh?

* **Pika**: Uh...

* **Dakota**: It was easy to tell. You had a look about you that made it look like your quiver was heavier than usual, despite being empty. Being a thief means making yourself look as innocent as possible. Nice try, but I'm still the best finder in camp.

* **Pika**: Damn it!