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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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[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?

[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. ]

[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]

Mm. That's true too, but what I really meant was... you two aren't allowed to leave! It's safer back home, and we could disappear without warning... but you can't leave.

[ He probably isn't making much sense, but ah well. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ After a pensive pause, Noire will scoot a little closer to him. ]

I won't... we won't. After everything, I think it's better to see things through to the end.

[intendance]

[And for her part, Morgan just reaches for both of their hands, holding them tightly.]

We're not going anywhere! So you'd better not either, Morgan!

[...]

Because we're going to win!

[memlost]

It goes without saying!

[ Losing isn't an option. Nor is up and leaving everyone else behind. Even if it means he'll have to wait a little longer to see his mother again... he grips Morgan's hand and finds Noire's other hand. ]

As sure as this fort is awesome, we'll stick this through together.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Well, this brings back memories. When was the last time that it was just the three of them like this? ]

I wish we could find a way so we'd stop getting separated by the things here, at least.

[intendance]

[Like this, they're bound together, right? They're holding each other's hands in a circle, and...if it's just them, then...]

If it had to be just three of us, I'm glad that I'm here with you two, Morgan and Noire!

[memlost]

Mm. I don't think I say it enough, so I'll say it now: you two are important to me. Really important! So even if it's here in Haven, I'm happy you're both with me.

[ It might even feel a tiny bit lonely otherwise. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Noire can't say anything because she's turning red and making embarrassed mumbling noises. But her grip on both of their hands is getting tighter. ]

[intendance]

I feel that way too!

[A pause, and then she's giggling.]

But I think we broke Noire.

[memlost]

I think so too. Nothing a little pincer attack won't solve, though!

[ MORGAN SANDWICH ACTIVATE?? ]

[bloodandblunder]

I-I'm fine! [ WAIT. ] You don't have to--

[intendance]

[TOO LATE.

Morgan's just going to nod cheerfully, and then from her side, tackle Noire in a big Morgan sandwich hug.

MORGAN SANDWICH ACTIVATE.]

We love youuuu, Noire!

[memlost]

[ And he'll just bookend Noire's other side so that she's nice and upright and not a spilled half-sandwich. He'll also be SMOTHERING HER WITH LOVE. ]

You're the best, Noire!

[bloodandblunder]

[ There she goes, swaying back into one Morgan as the other tries to take her down. There's a whole lot of semi-frazzled squeaking going on here. ]

I-I love you too, but I don't think you have to-- do this!!

[intendance]

It's a little too late for that, ha ha! You've been caught in our pincer formation!

[now it sounds like a battle move..... but really it's just a hug.]

[memlost]

I think we can say the plan worked, at least. Look at how lively you are!

[ shoosh shoosh no squeaking... just hugs. ]

[bloodandblunder]

You two...

[ but at least she'll subside, because why would she ever turn down hugs from her two favorite people? ]

[intendance]

[Morgan's just giggling, nodding, and rests her head on Noire's shoulder. On the other hand, this position means that she's in the prime position to see a stack of her spell tomes, with the purple tome on top.

... ... ...]

Heyyyy, Noire? How good are you at dark magic?

[memlost]

[ On the other side, Morgan rests his head gently against Noire's. Height differences...

He'll just get comfy while Noire answers. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ well, now she's got nowhere for her head, but there's something nice about having their weights resting against her, so Noire hardly minds. Instead, softly-- ]

I know a little... it's about the same as the other spells, I taught myself. I just can't do hexes.