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Property	Value
rdfs:label	Bright Smile/Script
rdfs:comment	(Scene transitions to the battlefield, where Soleil and the mercenary are surrounded by enemies) * Mercenary: Ma'am! There are too many of them. No way we can take them all on! * Soleil: Come on! Turn that frown upside down. Know what you have then? A smile! That's what my father taught me. If you can't smile? Stand on your head! That'll turn your frown upside— * Ruffian: Heh! What a crock. Let's see if you're still smiling once my friends get the best of you. Men, ATTACK! (The ruffians get closer to Soleil) * Soleil: BRING! IT ! ON! (Scene transitions) (Laslow leaves)
dcterms:subject	Fire Emblem Fates Scripts Game Script
dbkwik:fireemblem/property/wikiPageUsesTemplate	dbkwik:resource/zg0gGXCSU7VWTjhdTm0VPw==
abstract	(Scene transitions to the battlefield, where Soleil and the mercenary are surrounded by enemies) * Mercenary: Ma'am! There are too many of them. No way we can take them all on! * Soleil: Come on! Turn that frown upside down. Know what you have then? A smile! That's what my father taught me. If you can't smile? Stand on your head! That'll turn your frown upside— * Ruffian: Heh! What a crock. Let's see if you're still smiling once my friends get the best of you. Men, ATTACK! (The ruffians get closer to Soleil) * Soleil: BRING! IT ! ON! (Scene transitions) * Laslow: I guess the report was false. Seems pretty calm here. That's fine by me. One night off from coming to the rescue? Perfect. Maybe we can get a little rest and relaxation while we're here... * Silas: Hey! Listen up. trouble's brewing. The town watch chased off some bandits. But they returned with friends. And more are coming. This town's about to be sacked. * Laslow: What? Then we've got to get in there and help! * Silas: Yes, let's. The town watch is in way over their heads. Though it's said they have a skilled mercenary leading them. She's also got the happiest band of me I've ever seen—they're all smiles! * Laslow: Hmm? I wonder who she is? All smiles, you say? Uh-oh. It can't be...Soleil? * Silas: Yes, that's her name. So you know this girl? I can't believe she'd dare come to such a dread place as this. * Laslow: You don't know my daughter. She doesn’t' get the chills easily. * Silas: What?! Soleil is your daughter? But isn't your child off in her Deeprealm? * Laslow: Well, she should be. But Soleil is her own woman—like a force of nature. She's gathered a band of do-gooders around her. She's just like that. But Soleil and her men shouldn't be here. These bandits mean business. (Laslow leaves) * Silas: Wait, Laslow! Are you sure that this Soleil is your daughter? We can't just run in—it could be some sort of trap!