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- ///C
- Blair:
- ...
- Niya:
- I can't help but notice you're staring at little old me. Do I intoxicate you, Blair?
- Blair:
- No, you just make me think of my brother.
- Niya:
- Your brother?
- Blair:
- Yeah he dances around like you alot.
- Niya:
- Oh, my...
- Blair:
- He doesn't power people up with his dances though. How do you do that?
- Niya:
- It's... I'm not quite sure myself. As far as I know, I'm the only one who can do it.
- Blair:
- Brutal.
- Niya:
- What about you, Blairy? Can you dance? Your brother can so...
- Blair:
- No. I can sing though.
- Niya:
- Ah...! How wonderful! Could you sing a song for me after the battle?
- Blair:
- Sure. I do it all the time actually. Just catch me doing it when I'm fighting.
- Niya:
- W-When you're fighting? How intriguing...
- ///B
- Blair:
- Well, what do you think?
- Niya:
- I couldn't really... understand you half the time. Were you even saying anything, actually?
- Blair:
- No, I was screaming. Sometimes I say stuff though. It's great isn't it?
- Niya:
- W-Well... It is certainly... macabre.
- Blair:
- Brutal. You know, I always wanted to be a bard. Hearing that from a real traveling performer feels nice.
- Niya:
- ... Yes... But is this the only way you sing? I think that is quite a shame...
- Blair:
- You think so?
- Niya:
- Yes. why not sing in a more calm setting?
- Blair:
- Off the battlefield? You think I can do that? I... I've never really been given the chance.
- Niya:
- Let's make it happen then! I'll help you out! Yes! Maybe we can put on a show for everyone! You sing, I dance!
- Blair:
- I... I don't know...
- Niya:
- Come on, pleeeaaase?
- Blair:
- ... Alright.
- Niya:
- Great! Oh, and let me write the lyrics for your song.
- Blair:
- ...
- ///A
- Blair:
- Okay, I have to admit, that was pretty brutal. I didn't expect you to have such black words in you.
- Niya:
- And you delivered them perfectly! It's a dark song... but it's also one of hope! We're all facing a situation of incredible odds... But men and women of justice prevail in the end.
- Blair:
- Your dancing was a lot more intense too.
- Niya:
- I know many dances. The one I use in combat is just special.
- Blair:
- Hmm... Would you show me more dances?
- Niya:
- You want to see more?
- Blair:
- Yeah.
- Niya:
- Hmm... Well, I don't mind... Would you mind singing for me in exchange? I've got more songs I'd like to hear in your voice...
- Blair:
- Alright, I'm for it.
- Niya:
- Ah... Excellent. You might even become a star one day if you listen to me.
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