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voicemail
[An upbeat male voice comes on:]
Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!
[Beep.]
(( ooc: feel free to use this for face-to-face interactions as well! just leave a date and voice/action/etc. in the header. ))
Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!
[Beep.]
(( ooc: feel free to use this for face-to-face interactions as well! just leave a date and voice/action/etc. in the header. ))
voice; 3/8
[ ...Specifically using them, she figures that he...might either know how or know someone who does. ]
voice; 3/8
Sorry I missed you, Sonia. What's this about daggers?
voice; 3/8
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video; 3/29
Moooorgan. I'm so tired of explaining how we both exist at the same time!
[gripe gripe gripe]
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Huh? Well... I can't say I don't know how you feel. It was kind of fun at first, but now...
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voice; 4/9 [1/3]
...but she has to call him.]
Morgan...? Morgan, for some reason, I can't seem to get in contact with you anywhere! And I'm starting to get pretty worried, especially after Dr. Kite and all of that chaos and--
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H-hey, if Dr. Kite got you, I'm going to tell your mother! I'll tell Mother Robin! You'll have to do training exercises for w-weeks!
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[3/3] i have no regrets
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voice. look at all these ladies worrying about you morgan
Sir -- I mean, Morgan... Good evening. When you get this call, please let me know. I haven't seen you in a few days, and since Dr. Kite appeared, I'm worried that something's happened to you. Maybe I'm just thinking about it too much... But, um, if I am, you should tell me, and I'll stop. [ a pause. ] ... That's all. Farewell.
voice; 4/10 his phone is a ladies only club
Sorry, Ada... I'll be back today.
voice; go get em tiger B)
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voice; 4/12
Except the rest of it filters back, all at once. Xerxes, capturing her; Kite, the room with Morgan, the heart in the box, the changes, Despair -
Finding Morgan, later, because -
There's nothing in her to be sick over, because she hasn't eaten yet, but Sonia manages it anyway. It takes her the better part of an hour to compose herself enough to call, but she has to call. Can't think of doing anything else, though she'll have to call Hinata right after. ]
Morgan? [ For once, Sonia Nevermind's voice is small and unsure, and she coughs, her mouth dry, because she hasn't had any water yet, either. It is her voice, though, not Junko's. Which at least may be a welcome change. ] Are you - ? I think you must be, because right after - I -
[ They'd died on the same day. Logic implies they'd revive on the same day, too. She's quiet for a moment, before she continues, hesitant. ]
...I understand if you do not wish to speak to me, and if not you do not need to trouble yourself to reply, but I - I hope you are all right. I'm so sorry. [ He must have at least revived reverted to his usual self, as with her, so his heart shouldn't be a danger...
...though it wouldn't have been anyway, if she had just let it kill him, before. ] I - that was...my worst fear. I'm so sorry.
[ She's sorry her worst fear is going fucking nuts. ]
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Once Morgan revives, he sits in his bed and... continues to sit there for a good while, because he finds his confusion has not diminished a single bit since he was last alive. He was ready for death, but he's not sure he was ready for that death. Is this why people immerse themselves in alcohol? Because this seems like one of those times when a guy could use a stiff one. Maybe a glass of wine might help him right now... though he wonders if he has to look for a new potential supplier.
After he's exchanged words with his roommates and stuffed some food into his mouth for the simple fact that he probably shouldn't die of hunger right after dying from an ironic stabbing, he finds his cellphone and turns it on. A message... from Sonia. Hm. Yeah... Can't say that's too surprising. He stares at it for a moment before slowly putting his phone to his ear and listening. Sonia's voice... and Sonia's usual tone.
Somewhat. The timidity and regret there are foreign. And while the tactician in him reasons that you do not associate with the crazy girl who fatally stabbed you, the friend in him counsels to forgive. Once he's heard her message out, he calls her back. ]
Er... Sonia? What happened?
[ This seems like... a reasonable enough question. ]
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action; 4/19 or whenever the heck he revives
But Morgan, much like her best friend, hadn't really changed, so much as made a decision that had forced her and the others into opposition against him. It's too similar, and Noire's dwelt on it too much, and in the end, when she's counted the days... she settles against the wall of his housing block, his sword balanced across her knees and the page of Thoron tucked safely away into her quiver. She doesn't know what she'll say to him when he revives. She doesn't know how he'll react. She doesn't even know if this will be another case like Eugeo's, where he won't come back at all.
All Noire knows is that she needs to see him.
... Except she's far too tired to stake the place out very professionally, so should he ever open that door at some point, hopefully he won't hit that blonde archer half-slumped and dozing there. ]
correctamundo
It isn't like blacking out on the battlefield and waking up in the medical tent. It isn't like waking up and knowing that your side must have won in the end because it's safe and quiet, and because otherwise you'd be dead. When he wakes up, there's no rest or relief; he wakes with fear.
He's afraid to know how the battle turned out. He wants to know, doesn't want to know. No matter what, he's lost. And rather than know defeat or disappointment, he'd rather know the intimate details of the ceiling for just a little longer.
Eventually, he climbs down from his bed. It's thoughtless and automatic. He checks himself and the new damage to his robe (regretfully) and stuffs some piece of food in his mouth. This house is a safe place. He doesn't want to go outside or face anyone, so for once in his life, he takes his time. Takes a shower, scrubs at his robe, checks the food in stock, lingers at the front door. But he can't stay here forever. He opens the door slowly and peeks out (some crazy destructive things were going on when last he was alive), but all he sees is...
Noire.
He freezes.
The last time he saw her, she was angry. It wasn't her blood and thunder side -- just her, all Noire, furious and resolute. And he can't blame her, no more than he can blame Morgan for killing him. He hurt Morgan, badly; there could be no forgiveness for that.
... But. She shouldn't be sleeping outside in the depths of winter like this. He hesitates, then steps out toward her. Maybe he can pick her up without waking her... ]
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[voice] i forgot to fix the header WE'LL SAY 4/18
She hadn't been aware of what happened to him once she returned. It was only after she spoke to the other Morgan after their fight against the Risen did she know. And it hurts.
The other Morgan warned her that such things could happen, to her and possibly her brother as they're one and the same. And though it was different this time, because it was he who made the choice, she hadn't expected it so soon. Nor had she wanted it all to end so similarly to his twin's. If anything like it was to happen, she wanted--hoped to change the outcome so neither would have to experience such a thing again.
She promised them both... though she promised Morgan that she'd never leave him alone, that she'd never allow any harm to come to him. But still she failed him, just as she failed to protect Chrom from dying at Kite's hands (or so she believes). So for all that's happened, she blames herself.]
Morgan confessed what it is that happened to you and... I'm sorry. [There's a long pause]
I'm so sorry I was not there for you, that I have failed to protect you, Brother... [There's a small hesitation before she ends the message. She opens her mouth if only for a moment, wanting nothing more than to promise him that she wouldn't allow it to happen again. But in such a place, unpredictable and dangerous as it is... who's to say that it wouldn't?
So in her own guilt and remembrance of already broken promises, the feed simply cuts off.]
video, 4/19; OKIE DOKE
He calls her back right away. ]
Lucina?
video, 4/19;
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day after murder party, action!
don't ask how he knew which window to go to.]
and so it becomes the ladies + charles club
When Morgan is awake, he's awake, and when he goes to bed at night, he is as a Morgan-shaped corpse. It takes a long moment for the knocking to rouse him, but at least he gets there... and his first thought goes to answering that window before the others can wake up. Go, Morgan, go...
He slides his feet out over the side of his top bunk bed, streeetching out to see if he can reach the floor with his feet so he doesn't have to use the ladder. This is a failure, but he decides he gives no hoots about it and drops to the floor anyway. He pads over to the window blearily in his generic t-shirt-and-shorts jammies, looking like maybe he would prefer being dead right now.
WHY NOW, CHARLES ]
he earned his place here......
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audio; 'cause event stuff eww
But his phone will eventually ring, Noire doing her absolute best to keep her voice steady-- but there's still a note of distress beneath her usual quiet. ]
Morgan...? Do you have a minute? S-sorry if I woke you up...
ewww
Noire! I've been awake. What's the matter?
[ Though he can probably guess at the problem. ]
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action dated after the party!!
... Which is to say, she's coming out into the main room with a chipped teapot and a little packet of generic-looking tea, intentions obvious, and spots Morgan sitting out there. The plotting will come later. ]
Oh... Morgan! Good afternoon... Would you like some tea?
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Good afternoon, Ada! That sounds lovely. I'll even trade you some of that tea for apple munchies.
[ Because he gathered more fruit from the fallen garden than it seemed prudent to eat all at once. So he'd sliced them up, let them sit out in the sun (no need to protect against bugs, even)... and presto! Dried fruit. A little stash of it sits invitingly on the coffee table in front of him. ]
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video;
She sat down on the bed, noting the other empty beds (three of them, huh...? All alone, that's really something else) and checked the phone, but Robin's picture was gone too, and then she knew she'd have to call.
So her voice is solemn, and so is her expression, as she calls.
Ring ring ring.]
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... For about a second, anyway. His smile fades slowly as her serious expression greets him. ]
Morgan? Did something happen?
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voice;
better check yoself before you wreck yoself
IRL;
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action;
And Noire, knowing how many people she'd lost, and being one of the very few survivors, had very nearly pitched it out the window. But she'd known better than to toss out something so valuable. So, after several long days of indecision, she finally reaches a suitable conclusion.
Which is why she's knocking on Morgan's door now, tome clasped to her chest. ]
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But!! He beams just the same when he sees who it is and moves aside. ]
Noire! Come in!
[ Whatever the reason for her visit is, you don't leave your lady friend standing at the door!! ]
action;
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video; casually crashes into here
Hey, Morgan-chan, I wanted to--
[ wait.
wait. ]
Wait, you're the wrong Morgan!
[ OH GOD HANGS UP ]
aggressively videos;
Heya, Sasuke! What were you calling Morgan for?
[ he's not nosy, he's curious okay ]
so forceful!!
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voice; 8/1
[ Hello, friend, how are you. ]
voice; 8/1
Of course. Anything! What can I do for you, Sonia?
voice; 8/1
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audio message; 9/29
WHENEVER HE REVIVES... finally
[ Gonna be extremely honest there... ]
How about we meet at the well?
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... i meant action not video wow;
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[twin's got the deets.]
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[ With this, perhaps he will be slightly less crippled the next time his weapons and tomes are taken away. ]
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voice; 11/6 BEFORE I FORGET...
[ he's a tactician, right
but she's not sure if chess is a thing in his world or not so let's check ]
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Instantly, here is the voice of attention and laser-beam enthusiasm. His clenched fist is practically audible. ]
Do I?! Gods, I love chess! Are you looking for an opponent?
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voice; at some point during this whole flooding whirlpool fiasco
M-Morgan, I need you to stay away from me.
[ ... SAYS THAT. ]
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Wh-What did I do?
[ HE CAN CHANGE ]
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Morgan? Are you not around...? Um, it's Ada. I'm sorry if I made you worry, but I'm here now. Where are you now...? J-just let me know when you have the chance.
[ she's sure he'll call back soon.
When he doesn't, she calls back again, more worried. Then again the next day, even more worried. At first, she thinks he's dropped his phone. It happens - and he seemed like the type.
But it starts to stretch on too long for that. He can't have disappeared. His picture is still there. He's not in storage - he can't be. Right? ]
... I just want to know that you're safe. Please call me back...
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... Morgan, please come back. ]
1/1ish, evening
and
60+ missed calls??
Gosh.
It's like his heart's vacated his chest and left a big ball of guilt in its place. He knew she must've been worried sick, but the evidence on his screen glares like an accusation. After some time and thought, he (finally) calls her back. ]
Hey, Noire? Are you busy tonight?
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video;
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Of course! I have as many minutes as you can handle. Where should we go?
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video; event-time
Morgan! Moooorgan, are you normal Morgan? Or weird Morgan?
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Heeey, Morgan! That's a strange question. Maybe you're the weird Morgan between us? I mean, normally you are, but even moreso than usual! Say, saying you're "normally weird" is kind of an oxymoron, isn't it?
[ so there's her answer ]
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