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morgan citizen ♟ district alpha ♟ ignis 3x times a day; thunder tome affiliated with citta-alveare

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Id (Captivity) || CA Intro

[strategicsynergism]

           Morgan’s words caused the tactician a slight amount of distress. “Never here for long”? What did she mean by that? Had he been here before? Did he…leave his daughter all alone? 

            Continuing to hold his daughter close to him, he’d let her sob into his chest. The sight made Robin frown—perhaps he too shared in her sadness. The idea of him leaving her by herself was a frightening one. What had happened here during his previous stays…?

"Morgan… I’m sorry. I don’t know how I left or why… Perhaps these 'scientists' are to blame for that.” 

"But I left you nonetheless. And for that, I’m sorry." 

           His grip became tighter. Warmer. Memories or no, he would live up to the mistakes of the past. Morgan deserved that much from her father. He would make certain that he made up for whatever happened here before. That was a promise—and Robin was terribly good at keeping his word. 

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It would take Morgan some time to calm down. She just missed him so much. Everyone seemed to know Robin as a female and Morgan as a male, and it was painful for her. To have her friends prefer another version of her over - well, her. Maybe she was just a selfish person. The young tactician wiped her face against the front of Robin’s coat, hiccuping.

     “I-It’s not-- hic! --your fault, father... It’s those scientists…      They keep ruining everything! They put us through bad      experiments and they keep bringing and then putting people      back. They treat us like we’re not even human!”

She clung to him harder, slowly stopping herself from crying. Morgan looked up at him, her face a mess from sobbing, and she sniffled a bit. She felt like a baby for crying, but it was so hard smiling like nothing was wrong. She just felt tired.

     “F-Father… I-I know you’ll keep your word… I-I won’t let them      lay a single finger on you! I promise!”

But now with Robin here, maybe things could be better for her. She didn’t feel so lonely anymore.

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@god delete my counterpart

[strategicsynergism]

Id (Captivity) || CA Intro

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"Hmm… maybe I should start here…?” 

           He wasn’t entirely sure where to go or who to talk to. To be honest, the entire gravity of the situation had left him somewhat lost. Stumbling about in a bit of a confused haze, the girl’s voice cut through to his ears in an instant. 

"…Morgan?" 

           It was unmistakable. Feeling his daughter’s embrace, a stir of emotions flew through Robin’s mind. Joy, at seeing his daughter. Shock, at finding her in such a place. Horror, at considering the idea that she had been here before he arrived. But how? To his knowledge, Morgan had been alongside him and the other Shepherds during their final confrontation with Grima. Did these scientists kidnap his daughter too? 

           Despite his confusion, parental instinct kicked in upon seeing his daughter’s expression. It was one of longing. A loneliness that came from losing one you cared for deeply. It was clear, just by her visage, that she had not seen him for a long time. 

           …His questions would have to wait. His daughter needed him.

           An arm would wrap around his daughter’s small body and his other hand would rest against the back of her head. A returned embrace, hugging her close to his body. With a warmth only a parent could provide, he would speak. 

"Hey… it’s alright. Your father’s here, Morgan. He’s right here." 

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When he said her name, her heart jumped for joy. There had been Robins in the past that didn’t recognize her, that didn’t meet her at all. While Robin was unmarried and neither or them remembered who the mother was, they had each other. And for Morgan, that all that mattered - especially now, where it seemed like she had nothing and the male version of herself had everything.

Hearing him speak just caused the tears she was trying to hold back flood out, a gross sounding sob leaving her mouth. Morgan buried her face against his chest with a tight grip on him. She refused to let go of him. She was afraid if she did, he would disappear and leave her all alone in this city again.

     “I-I’ve missed you so much! I -- hic! -- have      been real lonely here! Y-You were never      here for long! P-Please don’t go! Don’t leave      me here alone! I-I’ll do anything!”

An incoherent mess she was, and she probably wasn’t making that much sense to the male tactician. She hated this place and only a few things made it bearable.

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Id (Captivity) || CA Intro

"It’s only right we meet our end together!"

           The final blow was struck with a certainty befitting of checkmate. The tactician had thought his choice through very carefully. He was no fool who sought to martyr himself at any opportunity. 

           And yet, this seemed the best and only choice he could make. 

"Robin! No!" 

           He figured Chrom would have objected. Why wouldn’t he? What Robin had planned was something that would surely bring an end to his existence. Perhaps for good—there may very well be no afterlife to come from this death. And yet, his words upon turning to address the leader of the Shepherds were not ones of apology. Rather, they were ones of warm gratitude. 

"Thank you, Chrom. For…everything…" 

           Ah… he could feel it. That numbing sensation one felt upon nearing their death. His legs began to crumble into shadow, slowly followed by his lower torso. He heard the lord cry out for his companion, begging the gods above to spare his friend’s life. But the tactician knew with great certainty this was to be his end. And he smiled in anticipation. 

"Tell the others… my last thoughts were of them…" 

          Extending his arm upward, his expression showing not an ounce of fear for his fate, Robin smiled from ear to ear, his conscious slowly fading as he spoke his final words. 

"May we meet again, in a better life…" 

—————-

           …The tactician woke with a start, as though he had awoken from a nightmare. A pungent smell filled his senses, forcing the tactician to shield his nose. 

"Where… am I?" 

           For a moment, Robin gave pause. An eerie sense of deja vu crept across his conscience. His mind flipped through his memories like the pages of a book, skimming through each moment. He was a member of the Shepherds—their tactician, to be exact. He had fought alongside their leader, Chrom, for many years. Eventually, as he could most recently recall, he had given his life to make certain the Fell Dragon Grima could no longer torment the world he had come to love. (At least, he thought he had done so…)

"Well, my memory seems intact…" 

           He sighed in relief. His memories were his most treasured belongings, more valuable than any book or souvenir. Finally taking a moment to scan his physical surroundings, Robin’s eyes would narrow in worriment. This looked like no place in Ylisse, nor any nation he had been to, for that matter. So where was he, exactly? 

           That question was to be answered by a fellow by the name of Rima Hoervich. The man’s eccentric nature in the face of this situation disconcerted the tactician, but he certainly provided answers. Rather disturbing ones, at that. 

"A social experiment? ‘Taken from my universe and pulled into this one’?" 

           His head spun at the idea, though he was not… unfamiliar with the concept. After all, he could not possibly forget the Outrealm Gate, nor the bizarre misadventures which took place within the Outrealms. He would have to assume these scientists had found a way to precisely transport a single person from one realm to another for the single purpose of their experiment. 

"Well, whatever their reason, I can’t sit here and do nothing." 

           He had to find a way out of here. Taking his first steps out of the building and into the city, the tactician’s eyes would widen. Such a large place, with buildings that reached the clouds themselves…!

"This… could take a while…"  

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Hive City was a strange place, where people could be pulled from anywhere and anytime and brought here. It was reversed too; anyone could be pulled and brought back to their original world ( at least, that’s the conclusion Morgan came too ). She had watched her father come and go and sort of… gave up on waiting for him. He never stayed for long and the more she wished for him, the more she hurt.

So, she began to distract herself by people watching and taking notes on the various objects and people that could be found in the city. She always knew when new people were being pulled by the new group of faces that seemed to appear confused in the main sector, which meant that the scientists were up working once more.

Even though she never really expected her father, she would always try and spot him in the crowd. It was hard to miss him! Silly, overgrown coat like hers, white hair, lugging around a tome or two ( or five ). How could she ever miss her father? She couldn’t remember her own mother for the life of her but she remembered her father very clearly. It was a guilty feeling, but she would remember in due time.

She almost misses him walk past her, until the purple fabric and the strange eye symbols catch her eye. Quickly turning around, she can hear him mumbling to himself. The white hair is what gives his presence away and she doesn’t doubt her sights anymore. And yet, she’s a bit nervous of approaching him. The last time she approached a male Robin so suddenly… he turned out to be the one from the future, who chose godhood over bonds. But she couldn’t find that out by standing silently. She had to make sure it was Robin and that he wasn’t evil and to make sure she wasn’t going crazy.

     “F… Father?”

It’s loud enough so he can hear her and she doesn’t even wait any longer. Morgan ran towards him, throwing herself at him. She's missed him dearly and this time, she wouldn't let them take him away from her or the other shepherds so easily.

     “Father!”

[theformerace-archived]

｢❀｣ — An eyebrow raised at her statement, Kanbaru couldn’t help but laugh. Well, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t entirely disagree with that sentiment, though it didn’t really reveal what the other’s personal stance was.

"It certainly is nice to see the spirits of the people lifted, is it not? In a friendly competition of sorts, no less. That kind of healthy rivalry is quite enjoyable."

She turned toward the stranger, flashing a smile at her. “How about you? Are you enjoying yourself here in the festivities so far?”

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     "I guess, but you would think that people who      are trying really hard would be doing this every      day. Seems like a weird double standard to me."

People do have that 'what's in it for me' mindset after all. A shrug of the tactician's shoulder, she turns towards the girl with a silly grin, slightly happy that someone had paid attention to her.

     "I'm more enjoying myself watching the people      destroy the economy! Nah, but on a serious note,      I guess I am having some fun! What about you?"

[sanguinetactics]

" I suppose it’s still kind of funny in that regard but I’ve grown a bit accustomed and used to it I suppose. " Man, timeline shenanigans were a hell of a drug. Regardless of such, when asked what he had, Morgan would reveal some of this era’s snacks along with a compilation of notes he made during his time in the city. Things from the layout of the city to events and the happenings and all that.

" A few snacks and some notes I’ve compiled. I thought we could exchange what we knew after having not speaking in quite some time. Especially since I wish to ask what your home was like, including the status of your father and the like if that’s alright. " 

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     “Yeah, I mean… considering time travel sort of exists      in both of our worlds due to the Outrealms, it’s no surprise      that I meet someone who’s basically me only the opposite.”

It was still a bit hard to get used to, because of her lingering resentment towards Morgan for having things she didn’t have here, but she couldn’t take her petty anger out on him for doing nothing completely wrong. At what he said, her ears perked up a bit and she nodded her head.

     “Sure! There's some things I wanna ask you too. I’ve      been taking some notes of the city, though I haven’t      gotten too far. I’ve been meaning to ask you more about      it, since you and your sister seem to be pretty popular      around here.”

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devoraetus replied to your post:     "Man, it really shows how ‘thirsty’ — is that...

N O …………

IM GONNA BET MY TWIN FROM ANOTHER WORLD ON YOU!

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     "Man, it really shows how 'thirsty' -- is that the      right term? -- people are! They won't throw in      a dime on a regular day but put out an attractive      person and they're slobbering while donating      millions of dollars that they probably don't have!"

Not that Morgan is any better. She's been sort of out of the loop for a while now. She might bid if there's someone interesting. A lot of people are going for that white hair guy...

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tactivism

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       How was Morgan’s other self doing? No doubt a thought when one had to think there existed another version of yourself. It had been so long since last they met and with so much happening, a good check up was in order. Preparing a bounty of tactician’s notes and snacks, Morgan would depart in search for his other with a beaming smile once such a person was quickly found.

" Morgan! It’s been quite some time since last we met, has it not? " How odd was it to call for yourself.. 

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For a while, Morgan had been jealous of her male self. He had pretty much everything - a family, friends, an identity - while Morgan couldn’t even remember what timeline she came from nor who her own mother was. She still was a bit sore over him, but when he called out to her in such a nice way, she really had no reason to be mean to him.

     “Oh, hey, Morgan-- man, that’s still weird to say --and      yeah! It has been some time. I’ve kind of been here      and there. Went back home for a little while but it looks      like the scientists decided to drag me back here. Anyway!      Whatcha got there?”

Notes and snacks, it looks like...

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     "... But... why? Who did this?!"

tfw ur recolour boyfriend kills a little girl

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dance again ♟ ca masquerade open;

     “Wow…”

For the moment, Morgan was absolutely speechless. She felt small in this museum. It didn’t help that she was pretty short to begin with, but now, she felt even tinier! Almost like a tiny pebble in an open field. It certainly was pretty, and Morgan was glad she decided to attend after all. Sure, a certain Battler wasn’t here but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun! Besides, she was dressed her best too. It would be a waste to have an outfit picked out for this event and not go in the end.

Still, being in this place alone didn’t seem so fun. She wanted to dance, but she felt a little awkward about dancing alone. A lot of dances at balls usually required a partner. Hazel hues scanned the area until she found someone standing on the sidelines, seeming rather lonely! Swiftly, the young tactician made her way towards them, holding a hand out to them.

     “Hey, it’s no fun standing on the sidelines like      a wallflower! Come and dance with me!”

[tactivism]

would anyone like to thread with this cutie for the ball? like this post! capping at 6!

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Citta Alveare's Winter Ball - Morgan

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     "Alright! Now, I'll just need an outfit..."

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will smith poses at my dad | OPEN;

For a moment, Morgan had gone home. She wasn’t sure how or why, but she was home just for a little bit and then suddenly brought back for whatever reason. Hive City hadn’t changed much in the few days she was gone - she remembers celebrating Christmas for a little bit here and it looked like she was only gone for almost a week.

     “Still, in a place like Hive City, a lot can happen      within a week…”

Which meant, more and more people have flooded in. There was a chance her father was one of those people! He was always coming in and out, so maybe this was the day he came back. The younger tactician grabbed a piece of paper and pen, quickly scribbling a not-so-well drawn picture of Robin.

Holding the paper in her hand, Morgan made her way towards a stranger, tapping them so she would get their attention. Once they turned to her, she held the paper in the air, showing them the drawing. While it wasn’t good, they could clearly make out that she was looking for a white haired male, a hair colour similar to hers.

     “I’m looking for my father! Have you seen him?      He wears robes like mine, probably has his nose      stuck in a book... He's also the greatest dad ever      but I digress.”

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     "I know there's some kind of saying... 'New Year, new      me', right?"

     "... I don't think it applies to sectors, though. Seriously,      I know this is a prison and all but we don't need to burn      down half of Sector 3."

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hEY GUYS not exactly a new muse nor a new person obviously! but there will be some changes to morgan. she still remembers hive city and shit like that but a lot has been sort of retconed about her life. she's not actually a manakete now and her mom is unknown / WHO NEEDS MOM WHEN YOU HAVE A DAD??? LIVIN' THE SINGLE DAD LIFE

her hair is white too, to match robin's hair colour. so basically remembers everything, just her past has been a lil smudged

these changes were made easier for both myself and our robin rper. i also changed morgan's url from divinetactcs to this one! i'm excited to start rping her again and an open will be put out soon.