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[memlost]

[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.]

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Comments

[monarchical]

Yes! Also, a fair amount of people speak it here. Actually, most people seem to speak either English or Japanese or a non-Earth language...there are some outliers - Korra and her friends speak Chinese, as I said, and Raphael speaks French - but for that is true of the majority of the people here, as near as I can tell.

[ ...BECAUSE ANIMES + ENGLISH CANONS SO... ]

And absolutely we can start there! We should probably start lessons as soon as possible.

[memlost]

Oh! I don't think that's the sort of thing I'm expected to know, but color me curious. Do you remember much?

[ She can't mention these things and hope to escape!! ]

[memlost]

Yes. I'm not sure how it was in the past, but I know this is the smallest I've ever seen us. We're not really an "army" anymore, are we?

[bloodandblunder]

Even when Morgan and I first arrived, there was Owain, and Owain's father, and Cynthia--

But the Shepherds started off small too, didn't they?

[bloodandblunder]

[ o h ..... ]

A... a bit? I'm still really not that good...

[intendance]

[DON'T LOOK SO SAD, GUYS.]

It may just be us, but there are lots of honorary Shepherds too!

[SO THERE]

I'd say we're starting out at a relatively acceptable size for starting rebellions!

[memlost]

[ YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF HIM!! ]

Rebellions, huh? ... I guess every army has to start somewhere. But if we're going to get anywhere from here, our numbers aren't allowed to get any smaller than this.

[bloodandblunder]

... [ oh, boy... that might mean socializing. ] So... we should think about recruiting more people? After making sure they're not susceptible to curses, and mind control, and don't have a history of betrayal--

[ well, that just narrowed it down a lot. ]

[memlost]

I've never seen a worship dance before, so my standards are rock bottom. No worries!

[ And look at him, he's in a dumb bright orange shirt. If there is one loser here, it will not be Noire. ]

[bloodandblunder]

B-but if you actually wanted to learn a dace, it should be a partner dance, right? I don't think court dances are ones you do on your own, and this one doesn't require--

[ Who's nervous? Noire's nervous. ]

[memlost]

[ He brings a hand to her cheek, trying to soothe her nerves a little. ]

Look, you don't have to do anything you'd rather not. It was just an idea -- I think I can manage to live without it.

[bloodandblunder]

[ The gesture at least subdues her, and Noire falls silent, biting her lip.

... And then she lifts a hand to press against his, voice small. ]

I know you said you didn't have any standards, but if I disappoint you...

[memlost]

... Yeah, I think that means you're actually interested. I don't think it would be a hobby otherwise?

[ CORRECT HIM IF HE'S WRONG... ]

If I'd known sooner, I would've made sure to show you some of my magic! Noire knows a bit about dark magic too, seeing as how her mother is an expert on hexes and curses.

[memlost]

You won't.

[ He leans toward her and rubs her cheek gently with his thumb. ]

If it helps, you can put me on file for owing you one embarrassing act.

[memlost]

No time like the present! It won't hurt to buckle down on a couple bits now to warm us up. Oh, and something more casual would be a good idea too. How about... "Hoy there!"

[ And he repeats it more slowly to help her hear it through the auto-translate. It's nice that they don't have to explain what anything actually means?? ]

[bloodandblunder]

I-I wouldn't! [ but she smiles, sheepishly, and ducks her head. ]

Then, just a little... all right?

[monarchical]

[ Morgan are you...teaching her ridiculous Fire Emblemese slang.......... ]

Hoy there! [ .......though when she says it, Sonia speaks in perfect, unaccented English. The switch is natural to her; despite the auto-translate, she's always tried to match what people are speaking when she can. It's actually a marked change from how she usually speaks to Morgan, which he might notice! Given that she doesn't know his language, she actually speaks to him in Novoselican for the most part. ]

As to the other two phrases..."Ambush!" and "Get me a healer!"

[ Like he did, she speaks slowly. ...And then, trying to mimic what he'd said earlier, she repeats the three phrases as she thought she heard him say them. ]

[intendance]

[BE HAPPY DAMMIT

...though she blinks at that, before shaking her head.]

It's all right, Noire. I don't think we have to. We can just...ally with everyone as they are! And we'll represent the Shepherds.

...It's better that it's just us.

[And that nobody else has to deal with Haven...storage or not.]

[memlost]

All right!

[ oh no she's the cutest... He grins and gives her temple a smooch. Cuz he can. There was a time when he couldn't... That was a bleak ten minutes ago. ]

Is there a song to go along with it?

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan, King of Holding Back. ]

Er-- there is, but I think I might just hum it.

[occute]

[ she weighs the pros and cons of being honest about this. On one side, it's a totally weird and creepy interest, she's aware, and the idea of it getting out to the public is embarrassing.

On the other side... real dark magic. Hexes and curses. That has to be worth it. ]

... Really?!

[paycheck]

Oh, huh. That's a lot.

[ especially for a collection of test subjects. ]

Just curiosity! Haven's kind of a weird place, so I want to know as much as I can about it. [ oh! ] Hey, Morgan-kun, how long have you been here anyway? As long as your twin?

[ this is straight up info gathering here and if he can't get it from one twin, then he will another! it all works out. ]

[memlost]

[ No why would you think that, this is an important cultural phrase.......... ]

Hey, listen to you! You'll sound like an Ylissean native in no time.

[ He beams happily. It's a little different to be hearing his home language from non-Shepherds now... but it's even more exciting!! ]

My turn! Hoy there! [ In imperfect, accented English, though it isn't too far off. ] Amboosh, get me a healer!

[ And now he is ready for nearly any dire circumstance that might strike in a post-translator world. ]

[memlost]

Works for me. Ready when you are!

[ It probably won't help that he's totally staring expectantly at her now... sorry... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ No, not at all. It's why she's fidgeting and staring at the ground, before she squeezes her eyes shut for a few brief seconds, then begins with a very nervous hum. It'll get more musical in the next few seconds, when she slowly goes through the steps, hands lifted in supplication, the twirl meant to represent new opportunities...

Well, it's very much a dance. ]