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“Okay so two being of the same crystal stuff... Okay. 7, 2, 6, 5, 6, C, 6, 9, 6, 3. ” Morgan mused to her self. She used her pen to scratch the numbers into the underside of her arm. Eventually the skin reddened and kept the numbers and letters preserved there. For a time at least. Bonus, it seems they were on their side.
“So what is this flower?” Morgan asked pointing to her flower in her hair. It was bright and beautiful here and she didn’t know why.
"You mean you don't know what caona is?! Well, can't blame ya honestly. Not exactly the prettiest specimen..." The shark's eyes flash a few times.
"Surface origin. Yeesh, tough luck. Did a sea snake oil salesman hand that off to you?" He laughs loudly at his own joke
"All I know if that it seems to absorb evil or dark magic, doesn't like me, and it's hard to maintain outside of it's normal soil. But you called it Caona... Any relation to someone named Anacaona?" Morgan asked. But also.... who was this individual? The seemed to look like the turtle but...
"Or does the word Anacaona or Caona have meaning outside of being a name? Also, what is your name?"
At the name Anacaona, the shark and Mr. Turtle pause. They seem to be floating still, as their eyes flash and even their scales shimmer as they process the information.
"I don't have the permissions for that, pal. I've got limits. Part of the net and all." The Turtle snaps back into reality shortly after.
"We have data to grant, but it does not include what you're searching for. Our code restricts us greatly. Did I not tell you that? Perhaps that was to the others..."
"No you told me. So how can I learn more about Anacaona? Or is the information on how to learn the information also off limits?" Morgan asked. Perhaps they could at least hint at her where to find the information. That’d be at least somewhat useful.
"Sorry bud, nothing's coming up on that name." The shark replied.
“Ugh....” Morgan groaned. What cryptic malarkey.
“Alright Professor they’re not really telling us too much. But I think they... communicate with the same source of information. Telepathically perhaps? I say we visit the ship and see what’s going on. It might be able to help us get out of here, or understand where Anacaona went, or understand these flowers, or just understand everything here.”
@halfjalar
The Water Temple || Group A Sea Thread
cynthero:
☆ — when the water settles again, cynthia nods enthusiastically. she might have been surprised by their new enemies, but she’d been lucky enough to escape without any bumps or bruises to really be spoken of. that’s obviously thanks to the help of tana and the professor, but she’s a little embarrassed to say that she hadn’t noticed when she’d started swimming towards the current that the others didn’t know and then, well, slammed into the wall. yanking her lance out, she swims over towards tana and gently rests her hand on the other pegasus knight’s shoulder with an easy smile. she must be really worried. cynthia was pretty worried about her friends, but she knows it must be different if it had been someone she was related to.
she’d traveled through time and space to protect hers.
“don’t worry, i’m sure innes is fine!” she chirps. he’d held his own that last time pretty well and all the other times where their paths had inevitably crossed. turning her head to look to the crystalline turtle and the professor, she frowns. “we gotta worry about gettin’ outta here ourselves, right now.” wherever here was. now that she’s got a minute to look at it proper, this must be the castle right? this is where they’d been staying for a while now. she wonders how the castle came underwater. it hadn’t rained the entire time they were here, save for in that odd, foggy part of brigid. it couldn’t have been instantaneous flooding. releasing her hand from tana’s shoulder, she follows after the turtle and azelle through the window.
“are you okay, mr. turtle? you’re not —” she gestures at its eyes. “— glowing anymore. they didn’t rough you up too bad, right?” she wishes she knew more healing magic. or any healing magic. it would have been more useful, cynthia thinks with quiet disappointment. the turtle answers, patiently. ’ I AM FINE, LITTLE ONE. ’ and she smiles. ’ I RECOGNIZE THAT I HAVE NOT DONE MUCH … I ONLY WISH I COULD HELP MORE. HAD I THE NECESSARY PERMISSIONS … ’ and she nearly stops swimming then and there, cynthia pausing for a second as she tries to understand. permissions? it said that there’d been, something. they were interlopers, but mr. turtle was supposed to be here …
she’s given no time to think on it when they enter the castle, overtaken by any manner of sea life. while the turtle and azelle venture off elsewhere, her eyes fall upon a similarly crystalline shark and her hand goes to her lance almost immediately but stops when it neither approaches or glows in the same menacing way the dolphins had. “hey?” and the shark’s voice booms back. ’ AHAHA! I WAS WONDERING WHEN I WOULD COME ACROSS AN INTERLOPER! FINALLY, WE MEET! YOUR NAME, QUICKLY NOW.’ cynthia startles, blinking wide-eyed as she stares back at the creature. her hands fall back to her sides. so, it was a nice one! not one she had to fight! ( good, because she’s had enough shark-related incidents for one lifetime in the last month alone. )
“oh, i’m! i’m cynthia, mr. shark, sir! and that’s proffy azzy and then that’s tana and that’s morgan —” a pause as tactician whispers in her ear. “— oh, i mean the cooler morgan and i’m cynthia and! wait, i think i already said th —” the shark interjects again, cheerfully. ’ HUH! WEIRD NAMES, BUT I’LL GO WITH IT! ’ “right? i was tellin’ my mom i think i should have been named something that suits me more and —” oh, this wasn’t a conversation. ’ NOW I WON’T BORE YOU WITH THE SAME SPIEL THAT GRANDPA HERE GAVE YOU. MY ROLE IS TO HELP YOU ALL, I GO BY MANY NAMES, THE OCEAN IS A DANGEROUS PLACE, YADDA YADDA … ’ and cynthia claps cheerfully. “great! we could use all the help we can. um, do you know? how the uh, other interlopers got shot out of the water? we got seperated from them and —”
’ IF THIS HAPPENS, THEN THAT HAPPENS, ELSE THE OTHER THING HAPPENS…. LOTSA MUMBO JUMBO IF YOU ASK ME, BUT POINT IS: EVERYTHING HERE IS CONNECTED, SOME WAY OR ANOTHER. THE OCEAN TO THE NECKLACES, US TO THE SHIP, US TO YOU… IT’S LIKE A NET, BUT YOU’RE NOT REALLY CATCHING ANYTHING, IT’S JUST LIKE ALL TANGLED AND STUFF. NO, LIKE ALL THE ROPES ARE KNOTTED TOGETHER, BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT MAKES A NET… ARGH! ’ the shark thrashes its head. ’ DON’T ASK ME SUCH COMPLICATED QUESTIONS. ’
jeez, this shark was much chattier than mr. turtle.
“wait, so is this a real net or a metaphorical net? or is … is the ocean a metaphorical net? or the ship is a metaphorical ship?” and cynthia shakes her head too. “aaaaAAAGH, I’M NOT SMART ENOUGH FOR THIS!”
@gallucis
The princess returns a small smile and nod. She could only hope, wherever Innes was, he was okay. He was plenty capable of holding his own, wit and strength alike. Right now, she should be more concerned over her own group’s well-being. Thank the stones Mr. Turtle is alright though. She is able to get back up and follow the others into the castle to another crystal shark. One much more friendly and enthusiastic.
“Alright let’s not lose our heads,” she puts a hand on Cynthia’s shoulder and another extended in Mr. Shark’s direction, with a glance over at said shark, she continues, “or tails.”
Tana, being the level-headed one? More likely than you think! At least when her teammate and one of the aquatic friends kept yelling at each other. “Now, if you say you’re here to help, what are you helping us with? Maybe use that net of yours to launch us back? Or maybe elaborate on what you know regarding us ‘interlopers’?”
“Like grandpa said, there’s somethin’ special being made here. Something that’s gotta be protected until it’s done baking. Naturally, being the interlopers that you are, you’re here to make sure that doesn’t happen, right?” A pause as the shark looks at her. Or maybe not her, but the proverbial her. Did sharks see in front of them with their eyes to the sides of their head? “You’re here to disrupt the process, and destroy whatever precious thing that is.”
“Baking?” She wants to make a joke about how fire doesn’t work underwater, but given the company, that might be touchy. Much less appropriate (joking about cake, get it together Tana!). Did this have to do with the relic? Those were to be protected, but then why would they destroy it? She shakes her head. “Okay… If you want us to destroy it, where is it?”
“That’s the rub, see?”
Mr. Turtle interjects, “The architects of this network are very protective of whatever is being made. Everything around you is under the same code: that you are to be destroyed at all costs, lest you ruin the hard work of our creators. That we are here at all represents a quirk that the architects had to build around. An ocean cannot be devoid of empathy and generosity.”
Tana opens her mouth to question what in the stones did that mean. Code, creators. Sure, there had to be creators, turtles and sharks didn’t just look like that, neither did those dolphins they encountered earlier. However, the shark’s and turtle’s eyes began glowing, no, flashing, almost like silent sirens. Her stomach turns, was this insider information, something they weren’t supposed to be doing?
Mr. Turtle continues, “I have memories. Entering a ship, watching as a wall was destroyed. I could not see what was beyond it. I believe it was a 7. 2. 6. 5. 6. C. 6. 9. 6. 3.”
She nods like she understands, but the numbers had already left her head. It had a few sixes and a three. Just to be on the safe side, she asks, hesitantly, “Will you be able to come with us…?”
“Hell yeah!” Mr. Shark answers and if he could curl his fin to a triumphant fist, she was sure he would have.
“Shell yeah!” She raises a fist in the air—water—on her own.
@displaced-tactician
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The battle was swift and... well somewhat painful to watch. The good news was Prof Azelle had a way to use his spells. Boiling things around him would probably be the best way to do it. Though... she wasn’t sure how much she could truly give herself.
Moments into her thoughts after the battle concluded she saw the sand by her drift, and then her drift along it as the current picked up.
“Oh sh-“ Morgan exclaimed as the current swept her off her feet and to the wall. She rubbed her head gently as she began composing herself.
“Alright... we’re headed to... everyone else right?”
@halfjalar
The Water Temple || Group A Sea Thread
cynthero:
☆ — “c'mon, c'mon!” she rests her foot against the crystal dolphin’s nose. its teeth tighten on her lance. with a sound of considerable effort, she forces it backward just as tana comes in to land what becomes a fatal blow. if, uh, if crystals were alive or anything, which apparently they are. it shatters on impact. she catches the professor swimming past with the aid of the turtle. head swivels immediately as she hears morgan’s voice, soft from the distance but loud enough that she can hear. “morgan?” she paddles out, swimming forward through the water. “morgan, are you okay?!” she shouts, her back turned towards the creatures. “mor — heeeeek!”
the sudden temperature makes her spin back around and she watches wide-eyed as the remaining creature twists and turns in the water. “huh? i?” she turns to look back at morgan. no, he’s right. focus. morgan was alright! spinning her lance in her hand, she whips through the water and fixes the weapon’s point in a widening crack.
cynthia rolls a 8 ( barely hit )! dolphin, 0 / 3.
and it splinters, but does not cry and cynthia relaxes only when she’s sure it doesn’t reassemble. like, it’s never happened before, but you never know. the risen were kind of the same things, but at least they stayed dead when you killed them a second time. shaking her head, she tucks the wishblade into the crook of her elbow before she turns with a bright smile toward tana to give her two high-fives. “good job! that was a close one. any longer and i’m sure it would'a eaten me!” a pause. well, actually, she didn’t know. “do you think dolphins can eat people?” much less crystal ones? hm. seems like something she’d have to ask a smart person.
turning to face azelle, she was about to ask if he was alright before she suddenly catches sight of something flying overhead. she squints, swimming toward it. was that? “the others! guys, come on!” legs kick, arms pull and she glides through the water until something starts to pull her. oh, she’s! oh, she knows what this is! she’s trained for this! digging her lance into the nearest stable surface, she manages to steady herself against the pulling currently. head turns back to look at the others, even as her legs start to lift with the momentum. “oh, ouch. you guys okay?”
@gallucis
A voice in the distance, one she can put a face to, instructs them for how to handle the dolphin and she is ready to cheer that they were all alive, but immediate danger says otherwise. The water grows warmer and if she didn’t know better, she’d accuse someone of… Well, that.
Her head turns in the direction of the remainder crystal enemy and her other teammates. “Professor Azelle!” she yells upon seeing him get tackled. She begins to move, but his handle over magic has her captivated. Frelia was not a place of much magic, sure she’s fought along side mages, but seeing it up close like this was fascinating. Her hands move, but not fast enough before Cynthia goes in for the last hit. The dolphin shatters like before and Tana finally swims to the others to ask if they were alright.
Her attention is drawn back upwards something above them floats along. Tana squints and her teammate answers her question before she asks. The others? That meant—
“Innes!” she finishes her own thoughts aloud and begins to swim to the cluster, determined and delighted that it was not only the siblings to be reunited, but the rest of the crew as well.
As she begins to swim, however, she didn’t seem to get closer to the group, far from it literally. The water pushes her away and Tana tumbles around as she scrambles around for something to grab ahold of. Her back finally hits something hard knocking the air—or bubbles—out of her.
Tana takes -1HP / 9/10HP
Still under the effect of fatigue, feebly, her arm raises with a thumbs up at the end. She could shake it off, she just…needed a minute.
All things considered, she felt more bad for the turtle though…
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Wow, Prof. Azelle got to get a magical friendship ride from the turtle? Morgan was admittedly a bit jealous. As the Professor latched onto the turtle and began swimming away, everything began to crumble around her. It seemed everyone else had gotten away but.... Something hit her head and something else seemed to catch on her robes. She was being dragged down by the falling debris. For a second she was frustrated that her coat was too.... too much, letting her get caught.
Alas she struggled. Vision blurred from the surprise hit and weight lessening as she got the rocks out of her jacket. Thankfully she was not buried in the rubble.
Yet the falling debris brought up a large plume of sand and soot that obscured her from the rest of the group.. She could use the moment of her being hidden to recover, or at least see what was around her.
Her eyes soon focused as she saw her battalion get ready to help the others fighting two crystal dolphins while some headed her way to help. Though they’d likely be useless without her command.
She readied her Levin Sword but before activating it she stopped.... This.... would be a bad idea wouldn’t it? Electricity carried quite a bit in water and she wouldn’t be harming her friends. And there was only one enemy left.... the other was just crystals now...
“Alright! Lets take if down quick! Prof Azelle, flank the dolphin from above with our new friend! Don’t let them get hurt! Try making the dolphin retreat towards Cynthia and Tana so they can both get a good shot at it! Cynthia and Tana try fanning out a bit so it can go around you and get you from behind! I'm more of less defenseless down here so take it out there!” Morgan instructed from below. The last part was a CLEAR lie. She had her Levin Sword but.... it might hurt everyone if she used it. Still... there was a reason for her lies and shouting of plans.
The first was to see if the dolphins can understand them like the turtle could. If it could, it might just try rushing Morgan instead of trying to head towards the rest of the group. If that was the case, she was ready. The second was to see what the turtle could do... and Prof Azelle.... He did... fire magic right? Did that work here?
She was also hoping at least Cynthia would notice the lie. Did the other Morgan use tactics like this? Or did he stay pretty bland...? Well she’d find out soon.
@halfjalar
The Water Temple || Group A Sea Thread
cynthero:
☆ — cynthia’s always been kind of agile. not always in a good way because usually when she says agile, she really means she’s fast but trips over things inexplicably. but you can’t really trip in the water. not really, at least, which is also a very neat perk. the turtle doesn’t shake her hand, which turns out to be a good thing because it means she looks around instead as morgan and the professor asks a few questions of mr. turtle. which also means she notices when the belfry begins its descent. the crack is muted by the water, but not completely.
bubbles rise as the tower falls and the pegasus knight is luckily able to dodge its collapse as the bricks fall. the collapse sends cynthia aback. sand rises, kicked up by the sudden disruption and she whirls back with a half-scream already rising when she can’t see the others at first.
the sediment settles and she catches azelle’s voice. morgan? was she hurt? ”morgan?“ her own comes quieter. legs kick as she swims a little farther out in an effort to catch more of a vantage point, as if should could spy the tactician from the wreckage. she doesn’t see anything. doesn’t even notice with the way her eyes are focused on trying to see the others that she’s found something new. her back bumps into the stone, bubbles rising with the sudden thud. turning, cynthia looks up. a castle? where had the castle come from? was it always here? maybe they could rest inside.
she still doesn’t know if azelle got hurt. or if tana got hurt. or heck, even if mr. turtle got hurt. but, she needed to make sure everyone was safe. that was what — she was sure that was what the others would do if they were here. prepared to swim back toward the fallen cathedral, she instead finds two dolphins. bright red, clear like a crystal — never a very good sign of anything. her lance steady in hand, cynthia swims backward and, privately, is thankful that at least she doesn’t have to hold her breath. spearfishing while free-diving was hard enough. nevermind, well. whatever these were.
the dolphins charge forward, their slick bodies cutting through the water.
cynthia rolls a 13 ( hit )! left dolphin, 1.5 / 3.
the crystal cracks. the butt of her lance is tucked into her arm, the tip of the wishblade extended outward as she kicks her legs to swim backward towards the others just as the dolphin lunges for her again. teeth catch the edge of the blade.
left dolphin rolls 7 ( barely hit ), but ally of justice negates it! cynthia, 10 / 10.
her head turns back over her shoulder, pigtails floating upward as the dolphin pushes her forward towards the ocean floor. ”if anyone could help, that’d be super awesome!“
@gallucis
The princess listens with her chin nestled between her index and thumb as the turtle gets interrogated further. She supposes they could consider the turtle as an ally. The vague answers have her a bit worried, but if it wanted to attack them, by now it would have, right? Sea turtles had a long lifespan and were known for their wisdom, or… was she mistaking her animals? It seemed they couldn’t bring their new friend with them past this mission or waters, but this was a tale she would tell Innes once they reunited.
In the midst of her plans, the professor yells for them to move quickly and it is only then that Tana notices the belfry collapsing. In a slight panic, she begins paddling, squirming in one spot before getting ahold of her sea legs once more to swim away and narrowly avoid being crushed. She followed Professor Azelle and the turtle and sees Cynthia’s sable pigtails a bit further out, but what of Morgan?
She spins to the now fallen cathedral and the remains having hit the sand form a large sand cloud behind. She wants to go check on her, but another voice calls to her attention. Spinning once more, crystalline red in the form of dolphins are ambushing Cynthia. Tana equips her lance in hand without hesitation and darts toward the enemies. Resistance was different, much stronger underwater than above it, but she uses the built-up momentum to attack one of the dolphins.
Tana rolls a 17 ( crit )! left dolphin, 0/3.
Her lance cuts through the top of the dolphin, cracking straight through where its heart should be. She begins to paddle backwards to avoid further contact. Red is scattered throughout the water, but not of blood and flesh. In its place are shards that glistened despite the little light beneath the tides.
Her grip tightens around the lance. It shattered so easily, that couldn’t be right. Never mind, she thinks. There was still another dolphin after them, so they best keep their guard up.
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An interesting line of questioning for an interesting situation. Cynthia always found the coolest stuff. Morgan had to get in on it. She... flipped on her back? And began paddling her way up to Cynthia.
“Greetings. I’m Morgan, what may I call you?” Morgan asked.
"The ocean goes by many names, and none of them are more meaningful than any other." The turtle responded as their eyes flickered. Morgan was a bit surprised. Did this being consider themselves to be the ocean itself?
“Are you a personification of the ocean? Actually forget that sorry, I’d love to learn more about you but I’m not sure we can stay here long safely. We got here through some portal of dark magic while investigating a relic. Do you have any guidance for us as we explore the area and try to find our way home? And do you know why this flower doesn’t like me?” Morgan asks pointing to the flower in her hair.
"I am not meant to offer guidance. What I can offer is assistance." The turtle responded. In Morgan’s eye’s it was no different. Unless he had something he was SPECIFICALLY supposed to do?
“We’d gladly accept your assistance. Are you gonna like hang with us for a bit? Cause like we can otter paddle and talk. Or just toss us back up to our world? Also if you’ve got any info on the flower. I’ve been curious about these.” She tried egging them on.
"My assistance is my power and little else. The questions you ask me have answers that I cannot tell you." The turtle paused. "I can tell you that I cannot return you to your world."
Morgan frowned. She had been researching these flowers for a month yet.... Yet it seemed to all end there. Perhaps for now. Or maybe not for now? Did they have to find the right ocean “avatar” to get those answers. They also didn’t seem to know about the portal.
“And your power is the necklace right? Thank you for those. I think that’s all I have for you. You’ve given me a bunch to think about.” Morgan assumed, trying to get a straight answer from the turtle.
"I did not give you those. It seems that you are meant to be kept alive...." The turtle responded with eyes flickering. Morgan was a bit frustrated since she didn’t know how they’d help and wasn’t able to gain any more information.
“Okay cool. Well, if you want to tell us how you’ll assist us that’d be cool. We can help eachother help eachother.” Morgan replied hoping someone else might have better luck.
@halfjalar
The Water Temple || Group A Sea Thread
cynthero:
[…]
she’s stopped at the perimeter of the cathedral by the arrival of a crystalline turtle, cynthia staring up at the creature with quiet anticipation. man, fódlan had some weird animals. it tilts its head. she tilts hers back and then it talks. ’ hello. i sensed that there were interlopers here. are you the ones? ’ interlopers? “well, i don’t know anything about interlopers! i guess that’d be us unless you’re the interloper, which would be kind of super confusing. do you know where we are? can you give us directions?” she treads water, straining to make eye contact with the creature. it answers, blinks ( she thinks it blinks, anyway ) —
’ i’m sorry, i cannot do that. ’
’ i do not know where you are going, only that you are not of this place. ’
well, that wasn’t very helpful. no directions, no way to find the others. she sure knew that they weren’t of this place. the turtle knew that they weren’t of this place. everyone knew that they weren’t of this place. “is it? bad we’re here?” the turtle grows still, eyes flickering before its voice begins anew. ’ that answer is more complex than you can comprehend, little one. the ocean’s waves is filled with life and love, and yet its mighty fist can cause terrible destruction. some may tell you yes, and seek to eradicate you. some may tell you no, and be compelled to offer you help. i count myself among the latter. ’ help, huh? “well, alright.” she chimes in reply, offering her hand to the turtle’s flipper? hand? flipper-hand? “i’ll be counting on you for lots of help, then! i’ll lend you my strength too!” well, she didn’t know.
did turtles need her thumbs for heavy lifting?
This wasn’t what she meant when she wished to be a mermaid so many years ago. Were it not for this being in unfamiliar waters, swimming this deep would be something to write to home about, tell all her friends so they too could join. Well, that and the overarching point of this was to secure the relic, which, seemed a far ways off now.
Efforts to piece together what happened before she was smacked by a fin, before she was suddenly floating in the abysmal waters, before the ground consumed her whole, were all nearly in vain. She couldn’t place a finger on it (poor timing for puns), what was real and what wasn’t.
Moments of existential awareness pass and she shakes her head. She need not hold her breath, figuratively and literally, she needed a way back to normalcy. Tana dives deeper to find others in the same predicament she was in.
She arrives with a few others at the buried cathedral and a turtle. As Cynthia interrogates it first, Tana tugs at the seashell necklace, glancing up at the reptile every now and then.
Skepticism finds its way in the form of a raised brow and cautious eyes fixated on the seemingly gentle, aquatic reptile. The question slips out before she can grasp at her own words. “How can we be sure to trust you?” Questions of validity normally would come later, but it was a talking turtle.
She waits for a response and watches as the turtle’s eyes… or the lids, seem to shift. Finally, it answers, “Whether or not you trust me is your decision, but distrusting me is not to your advantage. Strength comes in many forms, and strength in numbers is one of them. The necklaces are the only reason air fills your lungs, your surface-dweller lungs. Even you all must recognize your weakness when it sits at your very throats.”
A glance upwards. Normally, light would filter in the glittering water, moon or sun, but they were far too deep to see the rest of humanity. At least for now. A sigh preceding a couple of bubbles. She is adjusting to the underwater environment, for now. The necklaces and turtle, while they may be the least of her worries as of right now, still hold suspicion in the back of her head. It may be best not to cross the turtle lest their only way of breathing be suspended indefinitely.
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The Water Temple || Group A Sea Thread
“I’m telling you there is this weirdo 1 foot by 1 foot spot just in the ground. It exudes dark magic and just feels completely blegh!” Morgan told everyone as they neared the spot. After her investigations she needed to bring more people around. Hubert and Azelle were people she thought could definitely help, but she didn’t know for sure.
But as she began explaining her experiments and pointing to the flower on her head, the ground seemed to smell of the sea. It was curious. As Morgan looked down the ground opened up, swallowing everyone in it. A splash and a tumble later, Morgan was floating in the ai.... water?!?
She quickly held her breath, ready to go “otter” mode like her Father taught her when she was young. But she didn’t have time as some real fancy radiant.... FIN(?) slapped her. She went soaring through the water away from this admittedly gorgeous ghosty whale. Below her were the Adrestian and Brigid capitals, submerged with a massive ship underneath. dispersing from the group she had arrived with. When her momentum stopped she finally got to look around.
But this was... truly water. She’d have to memorize everything she can, and keep her tomes in their protective bindings. She wasn’t risking those.
Soon her momentum came to a stop. As she had been flying through the water she recognized she could 1: breathe and 2: was so far below the surface the “otter” style position probably wouldn’t help. She’d have to.... “tread” water? She didn’t know if she could under water like this so for a second she stood.... frozen in place then attempted to right herself.
There was a cathedral near by. She didn’t recognize it but.... it looked quite nice. But before she’d head off into it.... was there anyone else here? If she could breathe.... could she speak?
“H-hello? Sound off?” Morgan called out.
“We’re here General!” A few of her battalion members cried out. Good, she wasn’t alone.
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I’ve Got a Jar of Dirt! || Sea Drabble
The curse, Anacanoa, the crest stuff.... none of it was making sense. Not a single bit of sense. Morgan wasn’t able to learn anything from the Kólga and Tethra about the relic so Morgan made the assumption that she must have ‘accidentally’ encountered it. That was assuming the relic caused the curse. Her tome had record of Morgan herself having stolen someone’s relic once, and it had hurt her quite a bit.
But then again the symptoms were different. The moment Morgan dropped that weird spear she was fine. Yet still... she couldn’t help but feel they were somewhat related? Perhaps she was wrong but it felt important to investigate.
Was it the damn turtle? If it was, Morgan would kick its butt later. The turtle didn’t matter now after all. She was coat deep in the forest searching for the local shaman Anacanoa and those fancy flowers the legend spoke of, alongside her battalion of loyal soldiers.
The soldiers took orders well and continually spread out and came back in formation to search for clues, individuals, or objects of interest. While she was young, she did eventually command their respect, and she returned it in kind.
Still Morgan’s mind stayed sharp on subject as she commanded them, what was this curse and where was this damn relic? Everything was hinging on a single theory and Morgan didn’t know if anyone else really had any other ideas. The lack of information was really bothering her. It couldn’t be the damn turtle a second time and now it had a relic, could it?
As she cut down the brush in front of her with her Levin Sword she heard a soft thud on the top of her hood, then another, and another. Then dozens in rapid succession. It was starting to rain. She was glad her cloak was relatively water resistant. Certainly not perfect, but she had to keep her tome and apple cider candies protected and safe.
Speaking of the candies, she popped one into her mouth, just to keep her mind sharp from the new sensation of flavor. There was a level of boring monotony Morgan felt wandering the forest. Tree here, tree there, oh a plant, oh an animal. Nothing.... Interesting for her. Her boredom needed to be quelled with the excitement of the candies. Yet still she wandered, more aimlessly than she had before.
It had been another couple hours before her stomach roared with the hunger of... well she’d assume only Grima could be as hungry as she was now. She could eat a bear alongside Fredrick if he was here! She sighed, her expedition a failure in the end.
She didn’t care to wander in the forest too much after today if she couldn’t find anything. Maybe one more try tomorrow? She ordered the soldiers to gather and share any rations they had with those hungry... herself included, so they could make a quick trip back to the capitol. Rations were spread amongst the battalion and everyone had a small meal before preparing to go back.
As they began to leave, one of the soldiers began complaining of a headache and nausea. As Morgan wandered over she stopped and quickly found out why. Right next to the soldier was a concentrated spot of dark energy and magic. Something... evil? Perhaps the source of the curse? Morgan jumped in excitement! FINALLY A CLUE!
“Alright new plan. We will be splitting into two groups. I think we found something.” Morgan commanded with glee. She got half the battalion to go get tents and more rations from the capitol, they’d be here for a bit after all and so would Morgan. The others, helped her do some marking. The spot itself was only a foot by a foot or so and marked with some small survey flags.
Morgan’s first test was to dig a hole and fill a jar with dirt. As she observed the jar and recognized the dark energy felt... more cut off for the glass jar. But also it diminished quite a bit in the first few hours. So it was the spot producing dark energy, not the soil. She put the jar in her robes to store, in case she needed pocket sand in the future. There was also no relic near by. By the time she drew that conclusion, tents and a small camp had been set up near by. And thus ended the first day.
The next day came and first things first, Anacanoa... where was she? Morgan sent half the team to do recon and find Anacanoa, as she began testing this evil spot.
Her next test would take... longer. For the next three days she set up men in a radius across the spot. One on it, one five meters away, and another 5 meters from the one five meters away. Through shifting her troops in and out of the spots, and of course testing it on herself, she was able to find out that after spending roughly... half an hour on the spot an individual would be... she called it “infected”. After leaving the spot the individual would be “infected” with nausea likely caused by the magical influence there. It’d wear off in a few hours but it was an “infection” of sorts.
On none of these days was Anacanoa found.
She stationed a rotation of three men to guard the area at least from a 2 meter distance. She didn’t want them any closer as distance seemed to be the safety net, but she wanted to make sure it was guarded for now.
Then it was time to scout for Anacanoa yet again, this time she’d join. Half the soldiers stayed at the camp while the other half followed Morgan further in the forest and up the mountain. The trek was difficult for the tactician. She definitely slowed down the distance of the expedition itself but still she needed to search herself. If Morgan could find these fancy flowers that would cure the curse, maybe she could find Anacanoa.
Yet after the day of searching, Anacanoa was... still no where to be found. No bones, no trace, nothing. Morgan’s best assumption was she was so far in it’d be impractical for Morgan to search for her, or she was dead. This would be sad news certainly.
But on her way down Morgan stumbled across something... interesting. Rather something peculiar. She sniffed the air and smells such a sweet and amazing smell not too far away. When she followed it she found a few... really boring flowers. Pale yellow petals but really pleasant to smell. When she neared them she felt... weird. It almost felt like the flowers didn’t like her but flowers couldn’t choose who to like right? Or could they?
Still... the flowers were interesting and Morgan decided to make an educated assumption in that these were the flowers Anacanoa were looking for. She had the battalion pot two and began to plan some tests to determine if they were indeed the plants she was looking for.
Once she made it back to base camp she had half the pots emptied and replaced with soil from the evil spot. She set they on opposite sides of the camp and began observing the flowers.
The one in the “Hubert” trial (so she called them) began to slowly become more yellow, as if feeding off the evil energy. The one in the control group did not. How ever what was curious was that over a few days she noticed that the Hubert trial killed the plants in two days while the control lasted four.
And still, no sign of Anacanoa.
Ten days in and Morgan couldn’t help but wonder if she found more answers or questions. The relic... wasn’t noticeably here. At least not immediately. It could be deeper under ground but... it didn’t feel like the other relics and crests. So this must be seperate? Or a result of it?
Still, everything was detailed in her tome. Of course it was. She did have some answers though and possibly a cure for that curse.
She decided to run a test while delivering Kólga a pot of flowers. They reclimbed the mountains and picked 8 flowers. Five were in a pot, but made more like a bouquet and three more pots had one flower each. Morgan said she’d deliver the larger pot to Kólga with half her troops and be back the next day. She instructed one pot to be planted in the evil soil, one to be a control, and one to be bombarded with healing magic three times a day until they died. She should be back before any had a chance to die though.
The next day she was at Kólga’s residence and gave her the pot of flowers.... and the bad news. Anacanoa was no where to be found. At least not yet. Kólga was happy she got the flowers but clearly depressed over the fact her wife was missing. Morgan said her troops were looking but it wasn’t promising and Kólga seemed grateful. Morgan also said that she’d try to find a way to keep the flowers alive for longer. Kólga offered to find aid for Morgan in her search for keeping the flowers alive for longer as well.
She smiled, waved goodbye at the translator, and noticed the flowers began to change color to a brighter yellow. At least some of them did. She wondered why, and if Kólga would be okay. But that didn’t matter. She rushed back to the camp alongside the portion of the battalion she brought.
By the evening they were back. The flower that was being healed and the control group looked the same, but the flower directly in the evil spot were... extremely bright. Their yellow bright against the evening light. But still... the spot was evil.
Morgan didn’t know what to do. The next few days Morgan watched the flowers and surprisingly all four lasted about four days. No significant difference. In the presence of great evil, these flowers seem to shine. Dark magic harms them but healing magic doesn’t let them live longer. In the ground they’re just fine but in a pot they’re not.
But... she didn’t like this. And certainly the flowers didn’t like her either, but this uneasy truce of theirs seemed to be... understandable for now.
She had one more night before she needed to head back. And still.... no sign of Anacanoa...
They had to return to the monastery soon after all. Her investigation had come to a halt and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to really bring any home with her. No, likely not. She sighed readying herself to return.
But before she could fall asleep she thought on the people in Brigid and how they viewed the flowers. Many wove them into their hair, many picked them and kept them close, and interwove them with their clothing. That’s when it hit her!
These flowers were evil magic sinks! They were used to actually prevent things that were bad from happening to individuals! But... she had used a lot and she didn’t remember there being many more. She left camp silently and ran up the hill looking for more.
Was it possible that in the past the evil was more prevalent and the culture formed to have flowers so prevalent due to these flowers? In theory, these flowers may even be rarer and harder to find because the evil is more contained and they feed off it! No food means no flowers! So now any flower is used except for specific cases like Anacanoa and Kólga’s! Morgan you genius!
Though if there was more evil growing and affecting individuals in the town like Kólga, it meant these flowers would become important yet again. It was, at worst, a wild theory based upon loosely tied threads. And at best, possibly something to really help the group.
When she reached the mountain they saw that... unfortunately there weren’t many left. Or at least not enough that Morgan would be comfortable taking from the environment. Morgan sighed, cutting one for herself and letting the base of the plant stay. It should grow just fine. She put it in her hair and ran back to the camp, satisfied she at least had one.
She wouldn’t start worry if there wasn’t a need to. At least in her mind, it was only a small possibility.
#labryinthsea2021#Morgan's Drabble#All of this directly approved by Bren#ill edit more later if bren wants me to take things out or soemthing#im also tired and dont want to edit too much now#labyrinthsea2021
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“Unfortunately it’s not a very fun scheme. But when we get back to the monastery you can give me the Empire’s deep dark secrets and we can scheme off that.” Morgan offered with an even broader smile.
“Truth be told, my Father’s nuiscance isn’t here so I need your help for some things with dark magics and spooky hexes. You probably know all about Kolga right? The whole curse and hair turning white with terrors.” Morgan continued.
“And her wife going out to find a cure in that forest. Lots of stuff there right? Now I know what you’re thinking.” Morgan continued. She then got into a brooding pose and crossed her arms together, only to straighten her back some what haughtily. She raised her right hand as if waving something off while keeping her right elbow supported by her lower arm. All in all, doing her absolute worst to impersonate the man in front of her.
“This is a waste of mine, Lady Edelgard’s, and the Empire’s time. I must dedicate myself to protecting her Majesty’s assets by fighting off the massive turtle, or eyeing this gorgeous silver tea pot, and can’t play your games Morgan.” She said, broodily, before changing into her normal demeanor.
“Don’t worry! I beat that turtle once before and we can beat it again! Although the forces may be somewhat different... But I think Kolga has something to do with that fancy relic the church wants and isn’t actually hexxed, or not traditionally. The relics...” Morgan stopped herself quickly. How much of her tome should she reveal? Or rather... does her reciting what her tome knows put her in direct danger from the broody man and the empire? Better play it safe.
“Can only be wielded by crested people like Edelgard right? What if she came in contact with it? And that’s why she’s having terrors and early greying? I bet without a crest there might be bad stuff that happens when you play around with them.” Morgan offered.
“I’m just saying... me and you best detective duo out there! You play the bad good cop, I play the good bad cop. We can get a cute pet side kick and really crack this one out! Or... if you want we can go frolic in the waves and make sand castles.” Morgan offered. Though... she did think she could pair with others to make a more effective detective duo. But this one would be so bad it had to be good!
“But personally, I think the mystery is a lot more fun.”
The B-Files || Morgan and Hubert
This was Morgan’s… second time here. At least according to her tomes. It was well known that Brigid was part of the Empire… essentially right? Morgan couldn’t see the relationship as anything other than a take over of sorts even if it was worded differently in the books. With everything Morgan wrote down in the missing 7 months she knew there would be a whole treasure trove of things here. When she heard of the local shaman trying to cure her cursed wife though, that caught her interest.
If only Tharja were here. She’d be able to identify anything related to curses. But Morgan had the next best thing. Another dark, dower, gloomy, and borderline creepy individual named Hubert. In other words, a close enough Tharja replacement.
She trotted around the capitol looking for the tall shadow and once she found him, she made a bee line for him.
“Hubert!” She called out with a level of excitement in her voice. Was she excited? Yes! Was it because she’s get to hang out with Hubert? Partially. Mostly it was because being with Hubert tended to be hilarious and full of mysterious intrigue.
“Help me Hubert von Vestra! You’re…. my only immediately available hope.” She pleaded as she walked up to him.
“I had some others in mind but they’re not here now so… you know. Here you are. Want to tag along and help me investigate some weird stuff going on?” Morgan asked.
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Where was he? Patty was certainly keeping an eye out but still, no one rang as an “Ed” to Morgan. Was she perhaps mistaken? Did she not really know an Ed? Maybe her tome had been messed with again.
She didn’t like that idea. Her mind began wandering to ways she may be able to protect her tome in the future. Until Patty pointed out a man and a woman. The man held a deck of cards in his hand while the woman, a super bad ass, seemed to go for her own table separate from the man.
Right, one of the old letters mentioned when they had a deal going on Babel would sit on her own and Ed would vet them. Alright, time to get started before this deal did.
“Go time.” Morgan said. She grabbed her pint of apple juice and began trotting over to Ed’s table. Like the last time, she placed her pint down with Authority. She’d have to give her last performance a C ranking, but this time it was certainly an A ranking performance.
“Come on tough guy, hit me.” Morgan said referring to the cards. But her authority was too strong and she came off rather impatient, and to some possibly hostile. Especially since she had no cards and Ed played 5 Card Down instead of Ferox Hold ‘Em. Well here was called Dadga Hold ‘Em.
“Ya know I don’t usually hit little gir... oh ya meant the cards...” Ed began as one of Babel’s other men came up, clearly worried about the deal, or what ever it was going south. A pair of brass knuckles on his hands, ready to Hit Morgan. Just as she asked.
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“Maybe. As I said, I don’t think he remembers me any more.” Morgan replied leading the other woman towards the tavern. The path was… just barely familiar to her. She knew she hadn’t been here before… not to her recollection at least. But her feet trotted along the path as if they had. It was like this when she met Father and Chrom at that fancy place when she appeared in their world. She went by instinct.
But then Patty stood in front of Morgan, making sure to go over the game plan once more. They just got in front of the tavern and thankfully, it didn’t seem excessively busy today. But that might mean Ed wasn’t there. She was hoping that wasn’t the case.
“Yeah that’s about it. I’m going in to get a drink then scout the bar, see if I can find them. But if my notes are correct, we shouldn’t need to come to blows. We… might need to make a quick escape though. They did hold me hostage last time, but we had a real weird deal about it.” Morgan replied before giving her a thumbs up and putting her hand on the door.
She pushed the door open, making it swing quite a bit. From behind the bar a man yelled at her.
“Hey careful with that! We just got the door fixed after some dingus ripped it off the hinges last week!”
“Sorry!” Morgan yelled back before trotting up to the bar. She motioned for Patty to follow and hopped onto the barstool to sit more comfortably.
The bar itself was gently abuzz with various mercenaries and thieves. None of them meant harm to most people, but of course there were outliers everywhere. A few kept their eyes on the short robed Morgan, and of course Patty, as Morgan near cheerfully, perhaps naively to the patrons, enjoyed her self in the bar.
“I’d like a glass of the good stuff. You know….” And she leans over the bar and whispers. “The apple juice. Put it on Ed’s or Babel’s tab. They’re old fiends.”
The barkeep raised an eyebrow, but said no more going to prep an apple juice for Morgan.
“And fer you miss?” He asked Patty.
Morgan patted the seat next to her for Patty to sit on and looked around. No immediate sign of either of them at the moment.
“If you see a big, muscular, man with a real scraggly beard and a deck of cards, that’s probably Ed. He’s got like really cool tattoos too. Babel is also like, a super cool mercenary leader kind of woman. She’s not hard to miss.” Morgan told Patty.
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Patty slid into the seat next to Morgan, oddly relaxed by the mood. Surrounded by fellow thieves was conforting in a way. “Oh, I’ll just have an apple juice as well. On Ed or Babel’s tab - whichever you’re putting it on. Says it’s from a friend’s friend, I guess?” Patty didn’t understand what a tab was, but at least they didn’t have to pay, right?
Patty scouted out the bar, trying to look as unsuspicious as possible. Not the easiest in this sorta setting, but she was trying her best damnit. There were a lot of people, but none seemed to match the descriptions Morgan had provided her.
The door opened and closed, bringing in more people whilst letting others go out. Each time the door swung open and the bartender yelled out again, Patty glanced back to the mercenaries entering. To her, most of them looked the same, or at least similar. Until a duo of people walked through the door - a man and a woman, carrying a pack of cards.
Patty turned back to Morgan, taking a sip of her apple juice. It tasted sweet and like apples, like how she’d expect it to. It tasted nice. She lightly tapped Morgan’s shoulder, then pointed over to who she suspected was Ed and Babel. “I think I’ve found our team!”
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“Maybe. As I said, I don’t think he remembers me any more.” Morgan replied leading the other woman towards the tavern. The path was... just barely familiar to her. She knew she hadn’t been here before... not to her recollection at least. But her feet trotted along the path as if they had. It was like this when she met Father and Chrom at that fancy place when she appeared in their world. She went by instinct.
But then Patty stood in front of Morgan, making sure to go over the game plan once more. They just got in front of the tavern and thankfully, it didn’t seem excessively busy today. But that might mean Ed wasn’t there. She was hoping that wasn’t the case.
“Yeah that’s about it. I’m going in to get a drink then scout the bar, see if I can find them. But if my notes are correct, we shouldn’t need to come to blows. We... might need to make a quick escape though. They did hold me hostage last time, but we had a real weird deal about it.” Morgan replied before giving her a thumbs up and putting her hand on the door.
She pushed the door open, making it swing quite a bit. From behind the bar a man yelled at her.
“Hey careful with that! We just got the door fixed after some dingus ripped it off the hinges last week!”
“Sorry!” Morgan yelled back before trotting up to the bar. She motioned for Patty to follow and hopped onto the barstool to sit more comfortably.
The bar itself was gently abuzz with various mercenaries and thieves. None of them meant harm to most people, but of course there were outliers everywhere. A few kept their eyes on the short robed Morgan, and of course Patty, as Morgan near cheerfully, perhaps naively to the patrons, enjoyed her self in the bar.
“I’d like a glass of the good stuff. You know....” And she leans over the bar and whispers. “The apple juice. Put it on Ed’s or Babel’s tab. They’re old fiends.”
The barkeep raised an eyebrow, but said no more going to prep an apple juice for Morgan.
“And fer you miss?” He asked Patty.
Morgan patted the seat next to her for Patty to sit on and looked around. No immediate sign of either of them at the moment.
“If you see a big, muscular, man with a real scraggly beard and a deck of cards, that’s probably Ed. He’s got like really cool tattoos too. Babel is also like, a super cool mercenary leader kind of woman. She’s not hard to miss.” Morgan told Patty.
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Wrenched Hive of Scum and Villainy || Morgan and Patty
Morgan, since school just started (?), had been sending this mysterious “Ed” figure letters on occasion. Her tome had mentioned he was an invaluable ally in the past with her fight with a giant turtle. And now… back in Brigid…. there was another giant turtle.
She planned to interrogate the imperial officer guy later, but for now she wanted to exhaust sources that at one point or another, she trusted even if she couldn’t remember them well. Ed had never sent a letter back, so she could only assume he forgot as well.
It was a stretch though. Things were different. The turtle was reported to be further from the shore and not attacking anyone. Babel wasn’t a big name this go around either. Something just felt… different on this visit. She didn’t like it.
It felt like the year just…. restarted and slight variations in events just… no it wasn’t time to think about that. if she started thinking about that she might start thinking about home again… home home that is.
For this task she had brought along an ally, one who quickly agreed to join. She seemed very cheerful and preppy, but from Morgan’s research she knew the woman was specialized in the thieving arts. In other words a hopefully perceptive eye.
“The small village of Thurri…” She started with Patty. “There’s a small bar there where we can meet my contact Ed. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. Oh but they have real good apple juice.”
Morgan was exaggerating the truth a bit, at least with the scum and villainy. There was definitely worse places but it was still a seedy bar full of danger and excitement. She was held hostage there last time after all.
“I’m not sure if he’ll remember me though.” Morgan continued as they made their way down the street of the small village.
“Any questions before we go in?”
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The B-Files || Morgan and Hubert
This was Morgan’s... second time here. At least according to her tomes. It was well known that Brigid was part of the Empire... essentially right? Morgan couldn’t see the relationship as anything other than a take over of sorts even if it was worded differently in the books. With everything Morgan wrote down in the missing 7 months she knew there would be a whole treasure trove of things here. When she heard of the local shaman trying to cure her cursed wife though, that caught her interest.
If only Tharja were here. She’d be able to identify anything related to curses. But Morgan had the next best thing. Another dark, dower, gloomy, and borderline creepy individual named Hubert. In other words, a close enough Tharja replacement.
She trotted around the capitol looking for the tall shadow and once she found him, she made a bee line for him.
“Hubert!” She called out with a level of excitement in her voice. Was she excited? Yes! Was it because she’s get to hang out with Hubert? Partially. Mostly it was because being with Hubert tended to be hilarious and full of mysterious intrigue.
“Help me Hubert von Vestra! You’re.... my only immediately available hope.” She pleaded as she walked up to him.
“I had some others in mind but they’re not here now so... you know. Here you are. Want to tag along and help me investigate some weird stuff going on?” Morgan asked.
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#like the X-Files#but Brigid#Thread: The B-Files#vonvestra#labyrinthsea2021#labyrinthbrigid2021#labryinthsea2021
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Wrenched Hive of Scum and Villainy || Morgan and Patty
Morgan, since school just started (?), had been sending this mysterious “Ed” figure letters on occasion. Her tome had mentioned he was an invaluable ally in the past with her fight with a giant turtle. And now... back in Brigid.... there was another giant turtle.
She planned to interrogate the imperial officer guy later, but for now she wanted to exhaust sources that at one point or another, she trusted even if she couldn’t remember them well. Ed had never sent a letter back, so she could only assume he forgot as well.
It was a stretch though. Things were different. The turtle was reported to be further from the shore and not attacking anyone. Babel wasn’t a big name this go around either. Something just felt... different on this visit. She didn’t like it.
It felt like the year just.... restarted and slight variations in events just... no it wasn’t time to think about that. if she started thinking about that she might start thinking about home again... home home that is.
For this task she had brought along an ally, one who quickly agreed to join. She seemed very cheerful and preppy, but from Morgan’s research she knew the woman was specialized in the thieving arts. In other words a hopefully perceptive eye.
“The small village of Thurri...” She started with Patty. “There’s a small bar there where we can meet my contact Ed. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. Oh but they have real good apple juice.”
Morgan was exaggerating the truth a bit, at least with the scum and villainy. There was definitely worse places but it was still a seedy bar full of danger and excitement. She was held hostage there last time after all.
“I’m not sure if he’ll remember me though.” Morgan continued as they made their way down the street of the small village.
“Any questions before we go in?”
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So just Corrin... As Morgan looked him up and down she couldn’t help but notice that one crazy strand of hair that seemed to go from the middle of his head to like the front. Then like... one side burn thing? A lot of people here had weird hair... like Lorenz... but that was besides the point.
“Alright! An adventure with the librarian!” Morgan called out, raising her hand in excitement.
“Well you see Corrin.... I’m on the search for a secret area that’s said to have some of the best.... well you know.” She replied, nudging him with her elbow.
“The good stuff.” She raised her eyebrows. Yes, the best of apple juices and apple ciders! The drinks of mature adults who want to relax! What else could an “adult beverage” be?
“And I’m pretty sure I can find it.” Morgan continued as she began walking down the road.
“But now that I’m technically accompanied by staff I’m pretty sure I don’t need to hide. So we can walk in the streets!”
The Search for Apple Cider || Open
Morgan was…. of course on the search for the perfect Apple Cider. Last year she had traveled to that place with the big turtles and did some… interrogations in the tavern. Big burly guy named Ed, her body guard who was absolutely garbage at playing the tough guy, and of course…. a pint of the best apple juice out there.
She did quite like that apple juice she had gotten at that tavern one time. And when Morgan heard rumors of a tavern near by students weren’t supposed to go to, where else would she go for her near search in apple juice products?
It wasn’t until recently she learned they had only given her the apple juice due to her age. It wasn’t a normal thing at the bar. Usually ciders were but…. now Morgan knew what she was looking for. Apple Cider…..
It was slightly alcoholic, and older children tended to enjoy it. From what she heard at least. Garreg Mach sold some, but she could only assume this secret tavern would have… the best stuff. If it was something like wine though she’d be extremely disappointed.
Morgan began whistling, nonchalantly…. or very chalantly. Either or, and began walking towards the rumored place. Stopping by corners and hiding completely conspicuously on her way. She didn’t realize how horribly she was sneaking around. All she wanted to know was which forgotten alley would it be in?
#Thread: The Search for Apple Cider#sorry it took so long#she just wants that apple drink#sip sip sip#schooling corrin
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“Ooohhhhhh.... I don’t know what a Zenith is but I don’t imagine it freezing over is a good idea.” Morgan nodded understandingly. She laughed alongside the girl, though she didn’t quite know why?
“Actually I have no idea what we are studying. But if you can’t do fancy cool magic, you can just practice the basic stuff I know. Like Mage Hand!” Morgan replied, opening her tome to the page on mage hand and showing it to the girl.
“The school actually gave out instructional lessons on these a while back. So maybe you’ll be able to learn it on your own one day. But for now you can probably just try using my notes and lift a pencil.” Morgan offered. Who needed class anyways. If class was too strong whatever Zenith was would freeze over! And the cold sucked. It was best to be nice and warm and cozy.
“The best part is you don’t have to look pull a Prof. Hanneman and go crazy with the arms. Just recite the incantations and use your hand to direct the invisible one.”
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Too School for Cool || Ylgr and Morgan
“Yeah no, Morgan is fine. I forgot the rest of the name anyways.” Morgan responded standing up. She laughed alongside the girl, wondering if she bought all that nonsense. Oh well.
“Oh yes magic stuff! Very very very complicated! Probably… I don’t remember learning much about it. I’m pretty sure father trained me but you know, amnesia.” Morgan replied tapping on her head.
“I know some people aren’t good with it though. But I bet anyone can cast something like Fireworks or Mage Hand. They’re native spells to Fodlan but take a second to learn.” Morgan replied.
“That being said, they’re real weird here. I once saw Prof Hanneman do full circles with his hands in order to cast a spell. And some people use finger guns!” Morgan replied mimicing the ridiculous motions.
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Ylgr couldn’t help but laugh at the spectacle. It was completely unlike anything she had seen before, even in Askr, with its variety of heroes and strange traditions.
“Well, at least I don’t have to remember your name, Miss Morgan Von Not-Applicable.” She was quite relieved - it was a long name to remember and she could hardly even remember the amnesiac spellcaster’s first name. Although considering what she had, it may be the only thing she remembered as well!
“Well, considering I’m really new to magic, maybe the basics may - you know - keep me from failing horribly and causing the entirety of Zenith from freezing alive. Always a risk.” It was only a half-joke, but Ylgr quickly laughed it off. “Hey look, I’m funny like you are, Morgan!”
Bouncing up and down on her tiptoes, she started to get excited. A whole new adventure? With magic?! It was overwhelming, but very much welcome to the ice princess. Ylgr impatiently, though minding the books, grabbed onto Morgan;s hand to drag them to lesson, although only a metre away from their last location, she quickly stopped. “You, erm, do know where we’re studying, right?”
#Thread: Too School for Cool#sorry for the late reply#but here she goes#Morgan's secret Magic 101 Class
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“I see.” Morgan replied, nodding. A man who was... humble and princely. Was he a loveable, charismatic, and empathetic doof like Chrom? Hmmm it could make sense especially if they’re related. After all Chrom was like his grand kid or something. But probably a few more generations.
Something she took of note though was Marth’s attention and focus. He had the breadth of attention to see the rolling egg, but also the hyper focus to keep on track. Truly a Hero King of loukoumades!
But on the field that probably played out differently. He’d be able to watch multiple fronts on the field. Perhaps he’d be a great scout and great field commander? He’d watch everything and still take care of his own tasks while taking orders from above? Hmmm.... she’d have to consider than an angle should they ever be paired up.
His latest instructions came out fluidly and well spoken. But there was one issue. She didn’t have any tomes for fire magic. She has the fire cracker spell though.... would purifying flame work?
“Hmmmm....” She mused. She could take a risk.... it might just be crazy enough to work.
She took out her Levin Sword and put it on the counter. She then got a chair and put the metal edge of the twisted sword on the chair. As such there was a sort of “arch” made by the chair and counter. The hilt had rubber to stop electricity from flowing back to the wielder, so now she needed something for the electricity to not flow into the chair. AHA! A rubber spatula! She took it and put it between the sword and the chair!
Now technically it should be safe. She balanced the jug of milk on the sword, which was quite difficult, and then put her hand on the hilt.
“Here goes nothing.” She cheerfully said before turning the sword on.
Electricity cracked loudly from her sword as it coursed through the metal, barely stopped by the flimsy rubber spatula. Though her goal was.... completed? The bowl, and the milk, began warming up. Probably no more than like.... five seconds right?
Nope nope! Two seconds was too long! She could see a crack forming in the bowl and quickly turned the sword off. The milk was warm and the rubber was.... melted into the chair... but she had warm milk.
She gingerly took the bowl in two mitted hands and put it on the counter. She added the sugar and salt and began began mixing, not knowing her hair was now affected by how close she was to the lightning before.
┊♕ .┊ 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚.
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Morgan has gathered the milk and closely listened to Marth speaking. It seemed mostly to be about the cooking itself. But then Morgan saw what she needed to. She observed as the man’s eyes turned for a moment, seeing the rolling egg. A familiar dexterity certainly, but the excessive attention to minor detail was quite extraordinary.
His body followed soon after, quickly catching the egg and placing it alongside the others. His reactions were so graceful and smooth. He was like a frog catching a mosquito in the air. A blue haired and super old frog with the grace and speed of a younger blue haired frog. But Lucina was probably a cuter frog. But still Marth was a pretty boy noble, something Garreg Mach had in spades. Not that it mattered.
She put the milk down and began to write in her tome until Marth called out to her. Right…. she actually had to cook. When Marth spun to her she closed her tome and tucked it away. She trotted to the apron and put it on over her jacket, which was over her uniform.
“No legendary swords or dragons, but the apron is cool enough.” Morgan responded with a solid nod. “What next your princely kingness?”
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 pinned on the matter of an unhindered imagination, or an unhindered tongue, the longer he spent around this girl the more concerning additions he saw added to his assortment of nicknames. Princely Kingness. The atrocity of this title nearly drew a snort, though Marth prudently disguised the sound with a very regal cough.
“..Please, just Marth will do. My father was king. I myself am still a prince, and one with far more humble roots than you might think.” His perplexed amusement aside, her offer to cooperate is banked by an appreciative nod of his in return. The prince briefly ran his gaze over the crocks of varying ingredients before him, then singled out the milk jug and nudged it towards her direction.
“There are a number of steps that must be completed at the same time. I’ll handle the sauce and yeast for the sake of efficiency. In the meanwhile, would you mind mixing a few teaspoons of salt and sugar into a bowl of warm milk?” Directions flowed from the prince as naturally as a river on its southward course, and when acting on a commodity as precious as time, he hardly dawdled before moving on to his own tasks.
Scooping out a portion of warm bubbling water from the sauce-pan into another bowl, the surface was soon topped off by a few pinches of yeast then left to stand. The next route passed him along to the same saucepan, left stewing with heat over the fire, where he drizzled half the contents of a receptacle of honey. Without looking over his shoulder, Marth added helpfully: “Apologies for my monopoly of the fire-pit. If you’ve the means of any high-temperature magic, you should be able to heat up the milk that way.”
#Morgan: Modern problems required modern solutions#Morgan: At least it wasn't thoron#Thread: Making Sure You're Not Lucina#Sorry it took so long
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“Oh a sit up. I do that all the time. Usually at class or out in public because there aren’t any beds. Otherwise I’d lay down. And sometimes chairs don’t even have back support so you can’t lean on them when sitting up.” Morgan replied, confident in her response. She was sure a lot of people sat up though, so she wasn’t sure why Cynthia was recommending it to her per say.
“Right, a lot of muscles. Probably all the ones that help me move like the wind.” Morgan replied taking a few steps back. The log was now ready for Cynthia to chop.
“Noted! That’s going in the special notes section on your page!” Morgan replied, quickly taking out her coded tome and writing down in it. She also began to write down Cynthia’s.... explosion story. It might be interesting and useful for later. Perhaps she could blow up an enemy kitchen while under cover? Their troops would starve and give up with relative ease! She couldn’t help but start giggling.
“You got the hard end of the stick. Yours was on accident ant they punished you. I shot thorons into a building and broke the magic clubs like super fancy item throwing arena. The teacher didn’t punish me for that one. But it was real funny and I got a couple apples out of the deal.” Morgan responded through a series of laughs. She guessed some teachers just weren’t as cool as others.
“But you’re definitely not a bad person.” Morgan attempted to smooth over her friend, giving her a shaky thumbs up while holding back her laughter at both stories.
Firewood, Cleaning, and Deviants Oh My || Morgan and Cynthia
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“I see. With your arms and not your shoulders. How interesting.” Morgan replied watching closely. Cynthia hit the wood block but, it didn’t separate. She got in it for sure but it wasn’t cleaved in twain, as one could poeticly put it.
Then Cynthia began to lift the log again. Was she just going to bash it down a second time? That could work. Just in case Morgan took a few steps back as the wood smack the chopping block and the axe cleaved through it. The wood did fly a bit, but landed not to far away.
“Funkle? Did you used to call Father funkle? No wait…” Morgan thought. She simply could place her companions. She thought they were from not as cool Morgan’s world but still. They treated her kindly and to her that’s what mattered.
“Either way, that’s completely you Cynthia. I’ll have to write that down. Maybe one day I’ll remember that.” Morgan responded writing into her tome really quickly.
“But a hero getting detention is quite odd. Did you dig a pit fall? Hide the weapons in the armory? Put fake roaches of the professors’ desks?” Morgan asked curiously. She began to set up the next log on the chopping block.
☆ — she shrugs. “i mean, that’s how i think you’re supposed to do it.” there was no sure way. “well, that’s just what i think. i’d let someone else do it next time, though!” cynthia makes sure the next log is centered on the platform and that morgan’s stepped back before she takes another swing. the ax clears through the wood this time, but it splinters slightly at the end. “you’ll probably pull a muscle.” she pauses, releasing her hands from her ax as the blade lodges itself firmly into the stump. pegasus knight reaches for the mage’s bicep. “a lot of muscles, actually.”
she only shakes her head, disappointed.
all these mages. they were all lifting with the most important muscle in the human body, but they weren’t lifting all the rest of them. how were they supposed to be able to keep up their big heads if they didn’t exercise their necks or their arms? “you really gotta do a sit-up or something, morgan. an’ of course i called him funkle. i call everyone funkle!” a pause. “well, actually i call everyone funkle. unless they’re my aunt, then they’re my funt.” arms cross over one another. “or if they’re my parents. it’d be weird if i called them my funkle and funt, then.” then again, her parents didn’t exist.
well, not anymore anyway.
it was kind of funny how the others kept calling their parents their parents, though. but, who was she to judge? “detention? oh, well, uh.” yeah, it wasn’t very hero-like for her to get detention, huh? she rocks back on her heels. “well, i didn’t mean to but me and ewan accidentally blew up the kitchen.” well, maybe blew up was too extreme. “weeeeeee charred the kitchen? sure. but, but they just didn’t see our vision! you gotta believe me, morgan! i’m not a bad person!”
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“Hmmmmm.......” Morgan replied thinking over the man’s proposition. He was correct, muscles couldn’t really help against lightning. It would be spectacular if they could. She could see Ike, Hilda, or Charlotte flexing off a bolt of Thoron.
Huh.... Maybe she should look into a different kind of sigil thing that conducts energy instead of absorbing and redirecting. That’d probably be more efficient but.... she didn’t do that. Maybe one day in the future.
“So you’re suggesting we implement safety protocols to avoid harming anyone immediately or directly. That way we can test the effectiveness of the charm and at the same time spare pain from any test subjects.” Morgan replied looking down at her charm. Yes, indeed should this charm fail it would lead to many getting hurt. But putting it on a metal rod would be.... boring.
“A very logical form of thinking my dear comrade! But metal is a bad idea. It likes lightning a lot. So how about we just do it on a tree. Like a tree that’s perfectly Ike width. We can get a good comparison there.” Morgan offered. After all trees had some liquid in them, like humans. It wasn’t blood but it was.... tree blood? Water? Sap? Either or.
“And if the tree suffers extensive damage then we won’t try it on you.” Morgan replied, turning around to head towards the gates of the monastery. Time to find a tree!
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“I don’t think you did. You don’t smell old, you aren’t fancy and noble, and you taught me to spit real cool. Pretty sure that was some cool stuff!” Morgan replied. She then smiled and looked a bit apologetic.
“Oh I’m sorry I must’ve been speaking real fast. You’re super beefy. Like beefy like Gregor beefy. But you don’t know him so it means nothing to you.” Morgan responded.
“So you can probably take a square hit from a Thoron with no protection! But I made a glyph that…. probably should diffuse some of an offensive spell. Probably. Haven’t tested it and dummies don’t tell you if they feel it.” Morgan said with a satisfied nod. She explained everything perfectly no doubt. Right?
The wary look in Ike’s eyes fade and are replaced with a faint glimmer of light. Oh, that’s good. He’d not even insulted her!
Hey, she’d even called him cool, and not a noble! Nice. Take that one, Ranulf. He’s not a reeky stinky ape anymore, not with the kids! He’s uh– at least, a cool uncle, right?
That… doesn’t sound quite right, somehow. He’s not old enough for that, right?
Back to the point.
“I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t work. Muscles don’t really help against lightning.”
Unless they do? Better consult the one thing that would help– He imagines posing the question to the mental simulacrum of Soren in his head.
The rousing diatribe that is already beginning before he can get the third syllable sends that particular thought up in smoke.
Well, he wouldn’t know for sure. Maybe Soren would put his fingers to his lips and think deeply on the matter and say yes, muscles were conducive to not getting zapped, but Ike’s pretty sure he’d scold him for something else.
Namely– “I’ll help, but with a condition. How about you zap a metal rod and I touch it instead, with the glyph on?”
It’s troublesome, he knows. Soren would probably have strung up a rabbit first, or something like that, and then asked him, and also set up a full room with rubber walls, but– Let’s be real here. Ike doesn’t have the patience for that, and he doubts this girl, with the same manic gleam in her smile, would have that either.
“If that works, then let’s try the full thing.”
Besides, he really wants to try out that shield he saw in storage. What was it called– Hexlot? It didn’t look like it’d help much against magic, even if the knights had told him otherwise. More like it’d go up in flames with a whoosh, and that would be that.
It’s a perfect opportunity, really.
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Morgan doesn’t share this detail with anyone, but as she makes tactics she implements a slight... bias towards people she’s interested in.
Her thought process goes something like this.
1: What’s the goal of said mission?
2: Who in this group has the skills to attempt said mission?
3: If multiple people, who is most skilled at said skills?
4: If most skilled person is of interest, is second most skilled person as likely to succeed?
This is done for a few reasons and can be both a flaw and a benefit. Here are some example.
During a scouting mission Morgan has access to Matthew, Empire recommended guest star Super Sneaky McGee, Alm, herself, and Ike. It’s night and the enemy camp needs to be scouted. Alm is recognizable by many, Ike probably doesn’t sneak well, and Morgan needs to run the team. As such she’s stuck between Matthew and McGee, both extremely talented rogues and spies. Morgan notes that people have gotten food poisoning too often as such she’s extremely interested in McGee. She doesn’t send McGee out due to the fact that he may be a mole or saboteur working for the enemy even if Empire recompensed, but sends Matthew out due to her trusting him.
An other example would be that Morgan is in a last ditch effort to retreat her allies from in incoming army. While most have retreated there are still some folk on the field. She’s aware she has Charlotte, Owain, Prof Corrin, Ylgr, and Leo alongside her. While she immensely trusts Owain, Charlotte, and Corrin to fight she’ll likely have Charlotte and Corrin toward the rear as immediate defense due to the not hidden 8-pack Charlotte is rocking and the rawr rawr dragon abilities Corrin has, but keep Owain up in the middle with Ylgr to protect her alongside Leo. In her mind it makes sense, but also she lost Owain once so she’s giving him a slightly safer role.
It can also be very situational. As a prime example let’s say Morgan is facing a small magic wielding group of people. She has at her disposal Celica, Ike, Prof. Azelle, Flayn, Alm, and Lucina. If there’s any form of Grima/Plegian symbology she’s keeping Lucina, Alm, and Celica back more in case of Grima resurrection or some anime plot BS. If needed she’d send up Alm before Lucina to back up Ike. This due to Celica having recognized Grima’s symbol and Alm and Lucina having a Falchion. If it’s just normal dragons and magic users, she’ll likely use more conventional means and put Alm and Lucina up there alongside Ike at the start.
So sometimes that bias is troublesome and might put undue pressure on others like in example 2, sometimes it’s to sus out spies like in 1, and some times it may put undue pressure into others to prep for a worse case scenario like in 3.
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