Okay, I have some outside data here because I was curious myself. NOTE, this is all Fallen Hero based since I asked in the discord, and some of the exerpts are from the Retribution Beta, so very out of context spoilers.
Like here, a lot of people were talking about different scenes things in general, but I did get some exact screenshotted/copypasted moments.
These are scenes and snippets that made people fall in love with my NPCS:
Marshal Steel (Wei Chen)
Ortega (Julia/Ricardo)
It was the scream that did it, Ortega leaping over the wreck, worry written on his face. It was the first time you had really seen him scared You remember him struggling to lift the wreck so you could pull free, and the nervous smile of relief once you managed to get to your feet.
You remember him looking at you as if you had come back from the dead. You remember assuring ${him} that you were fine, while the blood kept running down your leg. You remember him frowning a little, as if he were second-guessing himself. You remember him reaching out, almost gingerly, to touch your cheek. To roll up your mask a little.
You remember not moving. You remember letting him do it.
You remember him kissing you for the first time.
Fuck, you remember him kissing you.
“Tobias?” Ortega has her hands on your shoulders. You realize you must have thrown yourself off the chair, since you’re sprawled on the floor. The room is spinning, and you feel the nausea curling in your stomach.
“I’m fine.” You cough, trying to ignore the fact that there are specks of blood on your hand where you covered your mouth.
“Like hell you are.” Ortega tilts your chin up in a move that would have been infuriating if you weren’t already nursing the worst kind of hangover.
Was Lady Argent right? Does she really care about you that badly?
She never did before. You were friends. Just friends. Even if you wanted to be more.
“I’ll be fine,” you say, pulling back from her hands. “She just has very strong mental defenses. Whoever did this to her was good.” Again, not a lie, as it is dangerous to lie to people like this. Far better to skirt the truth.
Herald (Daniel Sullivan)
Lady Argent
“Oh really?” you say, offering her your hand. “Then let me be your escort for the evening.”
“That’s not funny.” Lady Argent doesn’t make a move to take it.
“It’s not a joke.” You pull it back, pretending that wasn’t the least bit awkward.
“So you’re serious?” She crosses her arms and glares at you.
“I suppose it’s a bit hard to tell beneath the helmet,” you admit. You know you have the same problem with her right now.
“Then take it off,” she suggests, stepping closer.
“Says the woman in the horned helmet.” You lean in a little closer yourself. “I like my anonymity.”
“I wish I knew what that felt like.” She runs a gloved finger along the edge of your mask.
“True,” you admit, “silver skin is not the most discrete.” She’s worse marked than you in that regards, you at least can hide your inhumanity beneath your clothes. Of course the biggest difference is that she actually is human, and a hero. Nobody is coming to lock her up just for existing.
“Stop being nice,” she snarls, but she doesn’t step back. “I don’t need you to patronize me.”
“I’m not patronizing you,” you say, and to your surprise you actually mean it.
“I guess it’s fine then,” she reluctantly admits.
“Does that mean you accept my invitation?” You offer her your arm, hopefully a little smoother this time.
“I was here before you,” she snaps, but this time she accepts the arm. “Where to?”
“Where else,” you laugh, leading her through the door. “The auction.” It’s hard to ignore how right this feels, but you do your best.