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ok i really gotta do something on this blog so like this for a starter with Marc or Morgan! Take your pick!

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athliotis:

Marc’s prayers go unanswered, for Grima arrives right outside her door. Magic pushes them open for him, his gaze instantly locking onto the girl. 

“There you are. Are you going to be a good girl, or will I have to drag you through the halls?” The Fell God patiently waits in the doorway, expecting some kind of retaliation or feigned submission. Either is fine by him, but he really hopes she attacks him. All the more reason to put her in her place. 

Marc swore under her breath, and turned around to look at Grima. Tactics went through her head, trying to figure out what she could possibly do in this situation. Does she play along? Does she try to fight back to escape? Does she play along until she sees an escape route and then fight back to buy herself time to run away?

But all of those would put her brother into danger too, something that simply couldn’t be risked.

{❧} ---- “...Where are we going?”

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{ @fatumpugnator | Continued from here }

{❧} ---- “I know, but I don’t even know if it’ll work first of all, since Grima is technically my mother at the same time. But obviously I’m not my mother. So would I even be able to kill Grima in that way? This whole thing is confusing and if it doesn’t work then I don’t know...”

Marc sighed, looking down at the ground. She didn’t want her mother to give her life just to defeat Grima.

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fatumpugnator:

As she got an answer, the young woman let out a sigh of relief, stepping forward. She was glad to see that he was alright… It was a weight off her chest, seeing that he wasn’t hurt.

“I… I’ve been looking for you. I was given this, and I was worried that something happened to you…”

The princess then held out the torn coat for him, hoping that he would understand why she had been a bit worried.

{❧} —- “You were? Ohhh so that’s where that went. I was looking for it because it got torn in a recent battle, and I was going to ask Marc for help with fixing it since she fixed father’s cape.”

Morgan took the coat, looking at the large gash in the back. That had hurt when he took a hit there, and he had gotten back from being healed recently for that exact wound. He was fairly certain he gave his mother a heart attack.

{❧} ---- “I’m fine though! Don’t worry!”

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"Morgan...? Are you here?" Lucina was terrified that she wouldn't get an answer, only confirming her fears that something must have happened.

{❧} ---- “Huh? Yeah I’m here what’s going on?”

Morgan had been busy searching for his coat, which he had ended up losing somehow. He walked out of his tent, seeing Lucina there.

{❧} ---- “Hey Lucina, did you see my coat?”

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My muse is injured and tries to hide it. Send me " Let me see " for my muses reaction.

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My muse is injured and tries to hide it. Send me " Let me see " for my muses reaction.

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Go into my inbox and try to make my muse flustered/embarrassed

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Send “Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired _____” Along with an Item My Muse would obtain by opening a secrete treasure chest, Make it ANY item you want and see My Muse’s reaction to obtaining said Item.

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ok i want to get this blog moving again so im gonna reblog memes

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ok apparently i only had one reply to do soooo like this for a starter???

Tell me if you want Morgan or Marc, otherwise im gonna flip a coin to decide between the two

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i-nsubordination:

     To traverse through a rather dense forest by one’s self happens to be quite risky– to travel at night is not that much better–, and yet here the mother finds herself, with not a single, specific destination in mind, nor an inkling as to whether or not she is truly alone in out in these woods. Part of her desires to spend the night trying to catch up on the sleep her body so desperately needs, however the threat of nightmares worse than her currently reality happens to be convincing enough to motivate Naeva into devoting these late hours of the night to pressing on forward. So when the sound of a relatively young voice happens to reach her ears, the female finds her entire form freezing up on the spot, with brown eyes straining themselves in order to try and pinpoint a definitive source of the noise.

     It is a young boy, she thinks– or, at the very least, his structure gives off such an impression. Why  someone of his age is out here, venturing in these woods, is beyond the former queen consort, for it truly is not safe; not even for a woman with her experience. Is he lost, perhaps?      Regardless, judging by the single word which left his lips, the female can only presume that he has already taken notice of her presence, and with an air of reluctance about her, the mother decides that the best course of action would be to hastily reveal herself, and then swiftly run from the situation altogether. As such, a the vaguest of smiles spreads onto her features, and within mere moments, she pushes out whatever soft-sounding words come to mind.

        “My sincerest apologies, child. I did not mean to frighten–”

     Alas, before the last part of her sentence can dare to fall from red lips, the sage finds herself taken aback by the other’s clothing– rather, the cloak in which they happen to be wearing–, and not becuase of the Grimleal markings adorning it. No– rather, it is one in which the mother knows, and recalls passing on to her child many years ago, and yet, this boy, a stranger in the eyes of the former queen consort, now seems to be in possession of it. Is he, perhaps, a thief? Has he stolen the cloak from her darling child, or has he perhaps done something even worse than that?      Unsure, but with her frantic mind demanding some sort of answer, the sage allows for herself to drop the other friendly and open air about her form, and instead trades it for a rather stern expression, her brow furrowing as brown eyes lose heir warmth, and narrow themselves at the stranger in an almost accusing manner. Whatever the reason, Naeva prays that this boy has not brought harm to her child.

          “…Pray tell… Where did you get that cloak?”

Morgan seemed to relax when he noticed that she wasn’t a Risen or brigand, immediately feeling better. He was just glad that she didn’t seem hostile. However, that didn’t seem to last for long.

Morgan was confused, at first this woman seemed rather kind and calm, but as soon as she saw his cloak, that switched right away. He couldn’t remember where he got the cloak, and he knows that if he says that he’s from the future he’ll seem to be rather out of it.

{❧} ---- “From my mother. It’s a duplicate of the one she usually wears, she had it sewn for me so we could match.”

That was the truth. Before everything went bad in his future, Robin had the copy made to his measurements. The only reason he knew that was because that was what Marc had told him. Everything that he knew of the future was what Marc told him.

{❧} ---- “Would it be okay if I ask why you seem... Upset about me having this? I can take it off if you want... Oh. Is it the markings? Mother said something about Grima or something when I asked her about them. I don’t remember much but I remember that for sure!”

Morgan really didn’t know what the true cause of the woman’s worry was, but he felt a bit better about the situation now.

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ok im here and actually off of my ricken blog

time to do replies

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Two new verses have been added!

v; A New Fate - Fates verse. Morgan’s name in this verse is Alexis, Marc’s is Ariel. They are on Nohr’s side of the conflict along with the others from their future.

v; Summoned - Heroes verse. Morgan and Marc have been summoned to fight with Askr, and they are more than happy to help.

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ladycavaliier:

   When the fire dissipates, the knight breathes a long sigh of relief she didn’t know she had been holding and considers the situation. If it weren’t the middle of the night, her first reaction would to be hurrying Morgan off to search for Chrom or Robin– Whomever they happened to find first. That way, a search party could be formed immediately and Marc would be out of danger that much sooner. But it is the middle of the night, and both the exalt and the tactician are likely asleep. Irene’s not sure she wants to wake them so late, and besides…

     “Not now,” She shakes her head decisively. “But first thing in the morning, we need to tell them. I’d like to head out myself, but with this many Risen crawling around in the dark… It’s too dangerous trying to lead a group of people around.”

   Irene remembers a party she had been with trying it once, in their own time. A group of knights had been determined to get what little supplies they could to the struggling capital as quickly as possible, and refused to stop for rest. The sooner they returned, the better, the captain had decided… He had been the first to perish when the small caravan found itself surrounded by Risen and other beasts… Only three members of that party ever made it back, Irene included.

   The stakes were much lower here in this better, safer time… But the cavalier doesn’t want to risk it all the same. She feels bad, leaving Marc to fend for herself and denying Morgan… But it would be safer this way, she’s sure.

     “Your sister’s a tough cookie, Morgan. Believe me. She’s hung in there for this long, she’ll survive one more night. I promise.”

Morgan understood her logic. It would make more sense to wait until the morning to explain the situation, to which he was sure their mother would want to go get her daughter as soon as she finds out. Marc has their father’s crows on her side too, which are sure to try to protect her until her parents could get to her.

Plus, waking everyone up in the middle of the night for something that wasn’t exactly an emergency would be a bit rude.

While Morgan couldn’t remember Marc, he trusted Irene when she said that Marc was tough. She would be able to take care of herself for just a little bit longer until they could find her.

{❧} ---- “Yeah... That’s true. I’m still worried about her though. I’ll probably end up telling mother and father as soon as they wake up though. The faster we can go the better. What if brigands or risen show up wherever she is? Like they did for me awhile back...”

Morgan sighed, looking down at the ground. He wanted to help Marc, but Iren was right. It needed to wait until the morning.

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Grima, on the other hand, quietly contemplates what exactly he could do with his newly acquired twins. They could be useful as back ups, in case he ever somehow destroyed this vessel. Perhaps there’s a way he could possess multiple vessels at once? Why, that simply sounded like omnipotence, a trait every god possesses. 

Which, he is a god, therefore, he will gain omnipotence. 

But the true question is where to start? Should he bring the twins to the Dragon’s Table, sacrifice more friends and family? Would he even need the Dragon’s Table, since his soul no longer resides there? That would make sense. 

Or perhaps, before he even gets ahead of himself, he should acquire the Fire Emblem into his possession once more. Surely the twins, with a bit of training, could help with that… The Fell God stalks the halls, gaining ground toward Marc’s position. 

Marc put the tome down on the table in front of her, and looked about her room again. She could hear footsteps and was hoping that it was Morgan and not Grima. Both her and Morgan needed to leave.

{❧} ---- “Please don’t be him...”

She had no idea how to get out of there. What would her father do? How would she get out of there without Grima finding out until after she was gone and back in Ylisse? She couldn’t really figure it out at all. She was dealing with Grima after all.

{❧} ---- “What am I supposed to do... Come on Marc, think.”