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Morgan tries not to scream as Lachesis falls beneath the water, even from atop of her mount. It's terrifying, to watch someone simply disappear like that.

She's able to breathe a sigh of relief moments later, as Tibarn quickly saves the girl, but it is still the fear of the unknown, of what lurks beneath that water.

She hopes that this battle will end soon enough, so they can be free of this place that fills her with such a sense of dread. She doesn't like being scared, she knows that she is better than sucumbing to mere fear.

So she lifts her axe, so that she may fight. And fight she will, until the very last, until this battle is over and done with. She swoops quickly over their biggest foe, slamming the heavy axe that she carries into its body, reveling in the scream of pain it lets out.

Morgan (10/10 HP) hits Charybdis (25/25 HP) with Labrys. [Roll: 9 + 4 = 13; -5.5 HP] [Charybdis: 19.5/25 HP] Charybdis (19.5/25 HP) misses Morgan (10/10 HP) with Raging Waves. [Roll: 2; -0 HP]

"Come on guys! Let's finish this!"

@lockpicnic

Yelp Review: 7.8/10 Too Much Water

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Morgan finds herself suddenly glad to be atop a wyvern, she thinks as she glances down into the watery depths below. At least she won't be getting her shoes wet from all the way up here. (Why does this feel familiar? This perch atop a wyvern, an axe in her hand. Her head hurts.)

She does feel bad for Lyn though, the only one trapped without a way to soar above and not risk drowning. Hopefully that won't be too much of an issue, and she would happily fly down and rescue her even if it was!

With one axe in her hand, and a pair of gauntlets strapped to her belt, she feels like she is about ready to take on anything. She feels strong, and strength is good. Or at least she feels strong until a crash of waves hits her right in the face.

She coughs, managing to get all of the water out, but damn, really unfortunate that it was sea water. It tasted salty, and she really wasn't too fond of things that tasted salty. (Not to mention the fact that she couldn't exactly swim. Yet another reason to be glad for the wyvern she found herself upon.)

Charydbis (25/25* HP) summons Dolphin A (10/10 HP) Dolphin A (10/10 HP) rallies Charydbis (25/25* HP). Charydbis gains +4 DEX and +3 MAG for one round. Charydbis (25/25* HP) hits Morgan (10/10 HP) with Raging Waves. [Roll: 14 + 4 = 18; -5.5 HP] [Morgan: 4.5/10 HP] Charydbis (25/25* HP) hits Morgan (4.5/10 HP) with Maelstorm. [Roll: 16 + 4 = 20.] Morgan (4.5/10 HP) is bound until the end of the following phase.

Morgan coughs a little more, wondering if she should actually try to attack or if it was pointless because of how much water was around. But with a rallying screech from Tibarn, she knows that she should stand up and fight. And fight she would! She was strong after all!

She tugs the wyvern into battle (with a instinct she had not know that she'd had. Familiar... it was so familiar.) swooping over the pesky little dolphin that had been summoned by their bigger foe. She slams her axe into it as hard as she can, and it all but explodes into a million little water droplets. Well done herself!

Morgan heals +1 HP from Amaterasu. [Morgan: 5.5/10 HP] Morgan (5.5/10 HP) critically hits Dolphin A (10/10 HP) with Labrys. [Roll: 20 + 8 = 28; -11 HP] [Dolphin A: 0/10 HP] Dolphin A Has Been Defeated!

"Hey guys! I think the big one is open now that its little minion is gone! Use this chance to attack!"

@regnumaves

Yelp Review: 7.8/10 Too Much Water

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𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

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fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close-quarters / prefers range (depending on the circumstances)

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun (modern) / prefers hand-to-hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength (depending on circumstances)

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings (tries to at least)

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill set / learning their skill set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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Yeah Uh. That Bitch Explodes [ Team 4 Silver Round ]

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Activity Check - June: Passed!

Total Skill Points: 10 -> 11 -> 12.

[Monthly Point]: +1 to Authority (Authority Rank D+)

Other Points: +1 to Flying (Dropped Thread, Flying Rank E+)

Claims: N/A

Housekeeping

Waiting On Partner:

Morgan Noises and What They Mean (Shamir) (Gauntlet +1)

F!Byleth Should Have Gotten a Ring Too! (Byleth)

Let Me Warm Your Heart (Sakura)

Waiting On Me:

Thread with Robin (teehee)

Dropped:

If You Give a Wyvern a Heater

Completed:

Trout Population (1095 Words)

Tibarn VC: All Women Are Queens Asshole (423 Words)

Kentucky Fried Tibarn (358 Words)

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'Go nuts' huh? Well Morgan was more than happy to obey that order. Going nuts and exploding things was, like, practically her speciality! Besides, if she was going to let loose any time, now was as good as any! Kaboom!

Morgan (5/10 HP) heals +3 HP from Bond, Amaterasu, and Prayer Ring. [Morgan: 8/10 HP]

"You got it blondie!" Her hands burn slightly as the sheer power of the spell she had been using, singing the edges of the armor she wears. She doesn't mind though, it's only a testament to the latent ability to wield such power that lingers inside her.

"Hey you metal piece of junk! Catch this!" She all but chucks the spell at their automaton foe, having to resist the urge to start laughing like a madman.

She did so like the smell of burning metal, she found. It was satisfying to watch it melt away under the heat of a spell that she had cultivated. And satisfying to know that they were winning as well!

Morgan (8/10 HP) critically hits Guardian Automaton (9/10* HP) with Forblaze (Ranged) [Roll: 18; -6 HP + 3 RES = -3 HP] [Guardian Automaton: 6/10* HP] Seal Resistance activates. Guardian Automaton's resistance is sealed until the next round. Trample activates. -2 HP to Guardian Automaton. [Guardian Automaton: 4/10* HP]

"This ends here!"

@lionheartedsunflower

Yeah Uh. That Bitch Explodes [ Team 4 Silver Round ]

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Morgan is rather pleased with how this battle is going so far, at least from a tactician's point of view. It's certainly more swayed in their favour from the previous rounds, and that gives her hope. Hope that they are able to best some challenges set before them. Honestly, with how strong all of them were, it was more impressive that they had been defeated more times than not.

Ah, well. She has faith that they'll win this time though! Things are totally going to come up their way! (The darker part of her says that they won't, that they will just lose over and over again, that the wheels of fate can't be stopped from their turning. It is meaningless to struggle against it, because she will always wind up right back where she started.)

"Alright then! I can totally do this!" She smirks, the blaze igniting again in her hands, a swift throw being all it takes to slam the spell into their remaining metal throw. It smelts the iron, burning and scraping away at what life force lingered inside of the machine. And she knew that she would take great satisfaction in being able to fall such a metal beast.

Morgan (10/10 HP) hits Guardian Automaton (7.5/10** HP) with Forblaze. [Roll: 9; -3 HP + 2 RES = -1 HP] [Automaton: 6.5/10** HP] Seal Resistance activates. Guardian Automaton's resistance buffs are sealed until the next round. Trample activates. -2 HP to Guardian Automaton (6.5/10** HP) [Automaton: 4.5/10** HP]

"Take that you big old hunk of junk!" She was perhaps having a little too much fun with this, but hey. At least she was having fun at all. That's what mattered.

@regnumaves

Yeah Uh. That Bitch Explodes [ Team 4 Silver Round ]

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Morgan blinks awake, drowsy and head throbbing, only to disappointingly find herself once again in the midst of battle. She had hoped that after the last time, it would be over, that the illusion (the test) could finally end and that she could get some well deserved actual sleep.

But nope, it's almost like the universe (and fate) have it out for her in particular. At least they aren't burning to death again or something like that. And she's lucky enough to not find herself burdened down by a wedding dress, unlike poor Patty. Well, maybe the other girl is pleased by that. Morgan certainly wouldn't be, but hey, if it made her happy despite their circumstances, she was all for letting Patty have a little fun.

"Alright then! If you don't want to get your pretty dress dirty, then I'll do my best to protect you!" She smiles down from atop her horse (yippee, another mount), before quickly moving more towards the front of the battlefield.

Not too close though, lest she risk getting counterattacked. She'd had enough of pain for one horrendous day fighting monster after monster. She would simply just set her enemies ablaze from afar.

She kind of wishes she had a tome right now though, just for the dramatics of being able to flip through it like some sort of horseback hero, but being able to light a fire with just a snap of her fingers was pretty cool too. So long as it took care of their foes (and perhaps even earned her praise in the end) she was happy with whatever she could get!

And damn, how that fire really did burn, exploding into their enemy with a force that Morgan hadn't exactly been expecting. Neat.

Morgan (5/10 HP) heals +3 HP from Amaterasu, Bond, and Prayer Ring. [Morgan: 8/10 HP] Morgan (8/10 HP) critically hits Golden Shield: Liger (20/20 HP) with Forblaze. [Roll: 16; -6 HP + 2 RES = -4 HP] [Liger: 16/20 HP] Seal Resistance activates. Golden Shield: Liger's resistance buffs are removed until the start of the next round. Trample activates. -2 HP to Golden Shield Liger (16/20 HP) [Liger: 14/20 HP]

"How's that for a party starter?!"

@regnumaves

Yeah Uh. That Bitch Explodes [ Team 4 Silver Round ]

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Morgan watches Lyn fall first, and she almost feels bad for attacking her double, as if not doing so could have done something to save the other woman.

(It wouldn't have changed anything, fate was something that couldn't be avoided. She could not change it, no one could change it, just as Master Grima had said.)

Distracted by the green haired woman as she stumbles to the ground, she realises too late that "Lucina" has pointed a bow at her, string tense and ready. She is unable to dodge, chest throbbing as the arrow pierces through her. Despite this only being an illusion, a test, it still burns, festers and she feels like crying.

(She supposes this is what she deserves, for killing Lucina in that timeline, for letting so many of her "friends" die. She deserved every arrow, every weapon of theirs aimed at her, for what she had done.)

"Lucina...! Please...!" She can't stop herself from crying out, but it does not stop the spectre of her friend, who coldly fires off another arrow, not another thought on her mind other than killing Morgan. (Of making her repent.) And Morgan can not do a thing but scream as the pain courses through her tiny body.

Princess Exalt (11/15* HP) crits Morgan (6/10 HP) with Parthia. [Roll: 20 + 6 = 26; -5 HP] [Morgan: 1/10 HP] Morgan is broken and cannot counterattack! Princess Exalt (11/15* HP) crits Morgan (1/10 HP) with Parthia. [Roll: 13 + 6 = 19; -5 HP] [Morgan: 0/10 HP] Morgan is defeated!

She falls, and as she hits the ground, her every bone cries out in pain. How... how could Lucina of all the spectres be the one to make her falter? To make her fall? It's poetic in a way, the loop of time that consumes them all, making them face the same fate over and over again. Morgan is doomed, because she is of the fellblood, and Lucina will always win.

She will never get to see the sun that she wishes so dearly would shine on her face. Not her, not Grima's daughter. She... her fate has already claimed her, made her its own. And the ticking hands of time are too far gone to turn back.

AUGHGUHSDHD GO TEAM GO

kin drama [Team 4 Steel Round]

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kin drama [Team 4 Steel Round]

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Morgan feels at home atop the pegasi, dark feathers and all, with thunder crackling at her fingertips. She loved being able to see the battlfield from high above, her sharp eyes able to observe everything that she could ever want to know- HEY WAIT A MINUTE. Was that Lucina???? Why were they fighting against Lucina, why was she of all people amongst their enemies?

(They had fought before, Lucina had lost. She would always lose, she had to always lose. The blood of the exalt must be spilled, she must not allow those with Naga's brand to live.)

Her head throbs at the sight of her ghostly friend, wondering why she is reminded of her blood staining the ground. It's probably nothing, she should fight. She needs to fight.

The thunder in her hands burns to life, stinging with its strength. She hasn't felt a spell like this before, but hey, there's a first time for everything! As long as it's powerful, and can bring reckoning to their foes, she doesn't care how much it burns at the pads of fingers in return.

As if to test her strength, she fires down a bolt at the ghostly shadow who looks like her own teammate (sorry Lyn.), pleased by the way it explodes into a million little blazes of shocks. Yeah, she could get used to having such a power, so long as she could learn to use it properly. For now, she will fight to the best of her abilities, to ensure whatever victory they could achieve in this round of battle.

Morgan (6/10 HP) critically hits Lady of the Plains (15/15* HP) with Rexbolt! [Roll: 17 + 4 = 21; 7 Damage - 4 DEF = -3 HP] [Lady of the Plains: 12/15* HP] Lady of the Plains cannot counterattack!

"Alright then! Let's do our best guys! Oh and, please do be careful! I'll try my best to shout out any dangers from up here, but I can't see everything, so keep your own eyes ready!!"

@lionheartedsunflower

kin drama [ Team 4 Steel Round ]

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"I promise I will Father. It might be good to rely on you a little more anyways..." She's older now, than she was when she had first arrived in Ylisse without her memories, and she's grown. (Though, certainly not in height.)

But even now, taller than her father (only by a little bit), she still feels like she'll always be a little girl, standing in the shadow of a great tactician, always scrambling to keep up on her own tiny feet.

"Just promise me you won't be reckless as well! I'd hate to see you falter, when I've looked up to you for so long. Of course, not literally! I'm taller than you now!"

"I know you can handle yourself, don't worry. I've seen you in battle. But still, I do worry..." He knows she's a formidable warrior, but a father's concern is not so easily displaced. He's glad for her amnesia, if he's honest. Even if it must be inconvenient for her (he knows his own can be, even now that he has the broad knowledge he lacks a lot of important details).

"Okay, just make sure you come to me if anything happens. I'll take care of it for you."

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"On it!!" She is going to end this stupid fire spirit or whatever the hell it was, and she is going to end it now. Dodging gracefully out of the way of two of its attacks, she lands back on her feet, the dangerous burning of faith magic in her palms.

Ifrit (1/10 HP) misses Morgan (6/10 HP) with Piercing Flames! [Roll: 1 - 4 = -3; -0 HP] [Morgan: 6/10 HP] Morgan cannot counterattack! Ifrit (1/10 HP) misses Morgan (6/10 HP) again with Piercing Flames! [Roll: 1 - 4 = -3; -0 HP] [Morgan: 6/10 HP] Morgan cannot counterattack!

"Alright you bastard, you're going down!" She doesn't know if can understand her words, but surely it will understand the bloodlust that radiates from her tiny body, how dearly she wishes to kill it. And she's going to make good on her words.

Her hands burn as the light explodes from them, blazing brightly as the sun, scorcing the very flames around. And as the beast falls, she cannot help but gloat a little, pride swelling in her chest.

Morgan (6/10 HP) crits Ifrit (1/10 HP) with Seraphim! [Roll: 13 - 2 = 11; -2 HP] [Ifrit: 0/10 HP] Ifrit is defeated!!!

She turns to her teammates, a grin on her face. "Well, how'd I do?"

Team 4 Iron Round Completed! (We Lived Bitch!!!!)

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round

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Morgan feels like she is rather lucky, to be clothed in the mage robes of her homeland, especially with the heat that blazes down upon them from their foe. She's used to heat, a dry heat from the desert sun, but this is burning. But she knows better, than to be caught up in the blaze and thanks whatever higher being exists for the (practical!) headress.

"Don't worry! I've got this!" She calls out cockily, unaware of the hubris that was about to befall her. Warm magic (booooo!) rushes out of her hands as she prepares her spell, a blast of white light blazing as hot as the very lava beneath her heals explodes from her fingers.

Disappointingly, it veers towards the stupid minion of their monstorous enemy at the last second, bouncing off an invisible shield like it didn't even do a thing. Yeah, that sure tasted like hubris alright.

Morgan (6/10 HP) crits Magma Double (0.5/4 HP) with Seraphim. [Roll: 18, -5 damage] Congrats! It does NOTHING! [Magma Double: 0.5/4 HP] Magma Double Cannot Counterattack!

"Oh for fuck's sake! Can't just one you of monsters go down without a freakishly long fight?!" Their enemy does not respond. Understandably, considering it is a rather large dragon shaped creature, but at least a roar would have been nice. You know, just to acknowledge her anger a little.

"Somebody else will get your ass then! Watch out you big old dummy!!"

@lockpicnic or @lionheartedsunflower

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round

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Morgan breathes a sigh of relief once the knight is standing by her side, not that she had been scared or anything! She could have totally handled it by herself but it's helpful to have backup! Just in case things end up going more south than she could have expected. (Not like they could get much worse than they already were, these common thieves were already ready to fight her before. The knight showing up surely didn't change that.)

"Ye-yeah...! You shouldn't steal from innocents! I'm sure with Miss Knight here, we can work out something that will be fine for everyone!" Hopefully. Morgan just had to exert all of the energy in her huge brain to come up with something useful. Too bad a lot of her solutions ended in punching one of the bandits in the face or a pitfall trap. (A little late for the latter, considering they would see her dig it.)

"Like for starters, what exactly do you need? You can't just demand random supplies from me and expect to get what you want! What if I had something completely useless on hand? What would you do then, huh?"

Morgan Noises and What They Mean

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Morgan can't help but giggle a little, even if she could not remember her father from the future she had come from, she couldn't help but think that he would have been as protective and concerned as the father that she knew now. (Or... no, that beast was not her father, it never had been.)

"Awwww, you don't have to worry about me Father! I can handle myself! Probably. But if there is anything that I can't, I'm sure you'll be the first person I tell! I... I may not remember where I come from, but I know you've always cared, Father..."

"You didn't know? You should be a little more aware of your surroundings than that. There are potential enemies everywhere, after all..." And that was more or less just fatherly concern... but it wouldn't hurt for her to develop a little healthy paranoia. It's the backbone of any tactician's development, of that he was certain.

"You'll need to show me everything you've learned. It's hard... not being able to keep an eye on you. I worry a lot. I know you'll be okay, but..."

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"Oh! You're working in the library? That sounds a lot like you, Father. I'm glad I could catch you before we inevitably ran into each other there then!" She would much rather meet with her father on her own terms - trying to catch him in a trap - than to be the one surprised by his presence.

"I'm excited to show you what I've learned since the last time we saw each other! I really have grown a lot!!"

He catches the pride in her smile and returns it with a big grin of his own. He's already mentally compiling a list of strategy games they could play. He'll use them to test her in all sorts of tactics. It's exciting, in a way. He knows she's studied hard, she always does.

"You'll need to tell me what you've been up to lately. Actually, come by the library next time you're free. I'll find a deck of cards, we can try out a few games. We can put you to the test. I can't wait to see how much you've grown."