realpolitik | Morgan

[You know what timeline twins are good for?

They're good for making snowmen.

It's cold, and Morgan doesn't really like being cold and wet, but the snow was too much to pass up; she bundles up in her robes and gloves and points out some more snow.]

You know what, we should make the biggest snowman ever. Everyone knows giant snowpeople are the best snowpeople.

[really, does everyone really know that, morgan....]

[ At least the cold weather is never too bad when you have robes as WARM AND MULTI-FUNCTIONAL as theirs!! Morgan feels the chill, but his cheeks are rosy as he stomps his way through the snow after his timeline twin. ]

I'm pretty fond of the tiny snowpeople too, but there's no denying the giant ones are competitive in the awesomeness department! Biggest snowman ever, coming right up.

[ He puts his hands on his hips, surveying the land for prime snow sites. Though. Now that he thinks about it... ]

Er, how does one go about making colossal snowpeople? Start small and roll judiciously?

[Tiny snowpeople are boring, big snowpeople is where it's at. But she just nods eagerly, and clearly has a plan in mind, which....is suspect all in itself.]

Right! And then when it starts getting too big, I'll sit on your shoulders and roll more snow judiciously!

[you can just....stick your face in the snow or something.]

It'll be a great real life application of teamwork!

[ ...

OKAY THAT SOUNDS LEGIT, WHY NOT. Nothing can go wrong. ]

All right, then let's get the ball rolling! Heh.

[ He squats down and starts cheerfully packing some snow together. Everyone's gonna be so impressed!! ]

[So so impressed! Meanwhile Morgan is as impressed as ever by her twin's ready willingness to do all of the hard work.

Not that she's going to be too bothered by it.

So with a shrug, she starts from the other side, packing more snow on so they can get a ball for rollin' faster.]

Right, right! No time like the present to get packing!

Dum de dum, doo de doo...

[ In no time at all, they have a nice hunk of snow going. He starts lifting it into a chunky roll, beaming as snow seems to take. ]

Say, do you think anyone's ever tried to make tactical snowballs?

Tactical snowballs?

[She purses her lips as she pats more snow down, thoughtful.]

You mean like snowballs with rocks inside of them, and that sort of thing?

I mean like snowballs that have explosives in them! If we rolled them up real big, then they could be shields too!

[ IT'S JUST CRAZY ENOUGH TO WORK. ]

[WHOAAAAAA]

Hey, that's not a bad idea! Nobody would expect to get hit by a snowball and then have it explode! The worst I ever prepared for was the occasional ice and the cold, drippy feeling down my face!

You could equip snipers with them for their superior aim in most everything!

Yeah! And who's a better sniper than Noire? She can be the first to put our snow bombs into action.

[ Nod nod. And if she panics cutely at the surprise explosions, then there is double the benefit. He gives their growing snowboulder a happy shove. ]

And then she'll be extra deadly when the inevitable Blood and Thunder mode kicks in from her panic!

[And then she piles a bunch more snow on top of the snowboulder..... it's getting large, at least up to her waist, that's good progress.]

[YOUR NIGHTLY STUDYING SESSION IS BEING INTERRUPTED NOW, ROBIN.

By Morgan dropping a sack onto your books.

It's kind of dirty, ew.]

Father, look!

[yes, look at this dirty sack. Still, she sure seems excited...]

[ 'Funneling an enemy through the middle of these two cliffs is how Lord Ephraim got through this dilemma.'

Those were part of the excerpt Robin was currently reading as he, as usual, tries to add more tactics to his repertoire for future battle. After all, it's important to be prepared for any and all situations.

Well. Was, because dear Gods what is that dirty sack that just got dropped on his book!? ]

Ah, Morgan—

[ Thank Naga it isn't his own roster, because having that soiled will be even more problematic for him. ]

[ His surprised countenance turned into one of amusement within seconds. It's kind of hard to get angry at his plucky daughter, to be honest. And well, maybe that's why Say'ri is the more intimidating parent of the two at times.

Because Robin tends to spoil his daughter a bit too much. ]

Did you find something interesting again?

[Robin tends to spoil her way too much, and she doesn't seem to realize the mess she's made yet; rather, she's beaming at him, nodding, and opening up the sack to root around in it.

Morgan???]

I did, I did! I found these highly suspect manuals in Inigo's tent! Well, I only found them because he was trying to hide them from me, because he doesn't seem to realize that trying to hide things just makes it more obvious they're there...

[She pauses thoughtfully.

Morgan why were you even in Inigo's tent.]

But look!

[And she presents........ whatever the Fire Emblem version of playboy is probably, or something along those lines.]

I was wondering if you wanted to go through it with me! [Morgan no]

[ INTERNAL SCREAMING ]

...Um. I'm not sure if those are really appropriate for a strategic reading session.

[ NO HE'S STILL INTERNALLY SCREAMING ]

Huh...? You can tell that just from the covers? As to be expected from Father!

[Uwooooh, so cool...........

and then, just when you think you're safe--]

Why not?

[ That's because Inigo had showed him once, and he was too embarrassed to even make a retort... ]

H-huh? Well, it's... just. Those are things you read alone.

[ ............................naga save him. ]

Alone, huh...?

[She purses her lips at the books, before shrugging and moving to put them back in the sack.]

Okay then! I'll read them by myself and take notes and then we can share the notes, and then you can teach me about them!

...Ah. You might er, want to talk to your mother about... that...

[ He has no idea on how to go through this without causing a problem. Think, Robin, think...! ]

I'm not sure if it's the right time for us to allow you to read such... things...

Mother? I know that she can be a pretty good tactician in her own right...

[She considers that thoughtfully, tilting her head.]

Huh...? The right time? But I'm old enough now to be a tactician!

Well, yes! B-but...

[ ................. naga help him.

WAIT.

WAIT A DAMN SECOND THERE IS A WAY TO DEFLECT THIS LINE OF AWKWARD CONVERSATION.

this is the point where robin congratulates himself by calling himself a genius in his own mind. ]

...What if... we can use these books for something else other than reading?

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Huh?

[Well, she looks intrigued if nothing else.

Go Robin go!]

Like...what?

Like putting it in the open as bait! I am pretty confident it'll fool most of our male opponents.

[ ...including their own, depending if there's even more perverts he didn't know about. ]

We can put it over a pitfall trap, for instance.

Really...? Would that really work?

[!!!]

That sounds like the bee's knees! Can we try it, Father? I want to see your tactics at work!

Sure!

[ IT ACTUALLY WORKED, PRAISE NAGA. Only now he has to sacrifice Inigo's porn stash for greater good.

Eh, it could be worse. ]

I can show you a more advanced pitfall trap this way, too.

[No mystery is as good as watching Father at work.]

Oh boy! I'm super excited--let's go, let's go!

[Uwooooh.]

Where shall we build it? We definitely want to catch something. [or someone]

Why don't we put one near the northern area of the base camp, that's generally where bandit raids will come from after all.

[ and that's because he set it up in such a way that the only way for the bandits to attack is from the front. ]

All right!

[A beat.

... ... ...]

Are bandits particularly interested in books like these, Father?

You'd be surprised on what kind of crowds these books can attract.

[ Case in point: The former owner of this pile of books. ]

[YOU KNOW WHAT, AN ACTUAL DATE IS HAPPENING HERE I don't care how or why but they're in a legitimate town with legitimately nice things and Morgan's glancing around and

after a moment she just grabs Oz's arm entirely.

Victorian sensibilities just go way too slow for her, honestly.]

Oz, Oz, can we go over there?

[she's pointing at a sweets shop, oh no, escape while you still can.....]

[ and sitting near the housing pit, here's kakyoin, who's managed to find himself a meal that could almost be considered glamorous by haven standards: beans on toast. the loaf of bread he'd found earlier had been Kind of a Big Deal, and sure, the toast's a bit burnt from being cooked over an open flame, but still! he's admittedly quite eager to eat something that hasn't been sitting in a can for god-knows-how-long.

he's got the toast halfway up to his mouth when he hears an awfully familiar voice. ]

... good evening, Morgan.

[ the toast comes back down. kakyoin gives morgan his usual polite half-smile, but there's an awfully shrewd look in his eyes as he looks her over. ]

Would you like some?

[ note: 'some.' he ain't surrendering his entire meal so easily. ]

[You're a good soul, Kakyoin. Honestly, she hadn't intended to steal his fabulous (by Haven standards, anyway) meal, but the smell was so good and then her feet brought her here and...

She beams at the offer.]

Really? Is that really okay? It looks pretty tasty, and you do have a lot of muscles that need feeding!

[no, she totally wants it; her eyes are on the food.]

[ he can't help laughing at that, giving her a slightly teasing smirk. ]

So you say, but you have the eyes of a wolf looking at a sheep.

[ he splits the toast slowly, carefully, so he doesn't spill the beans, then pauses as he glances over the two halves. of course, he hands morgan the one that's just a little bigger. ]

Besides, I'm not that big. Especially compared to my friends. Isn't it more that you're on the ... [ short ] -- delicate side?

[Everyone's big compared to Morgan, it's true.... but Kakyoin's got the build of a fighter too, and one who's much bigger than Morgan (again, see: everyone).]

I'm not delicate!

[She takes the half eagerly, beaming up at him, but speaks before she takes a bite.]

I'm the perfect Morgan-size! And you're the perfect Kakyoin-size, so you see, it all works out perfectly!

[Because it means she can sit on his shoulders, mostly. And then she beams down at her food.]

Thanks for the meaaaaal, Kakyoin!

[And she takes a bite.]

[ Give in now? Ha! Morgan, it seems, has not realised exactly who she has approached. Lucina is no Yarne, to turn tail and flee from the prospect of a papercut in order a magnificently cowardly act of biological preservation. She’s not even a Brady, hiding a heart as fragile as an appleskin beneath a layer of crusty insistences and odd terminology. No. She is the daughter of Chrom, the uncrowned Exalt of Ylisse-that-will-never-be, commander of her father’s forces, carrier of a really, really cool sword, and she will not back down.

Without looking up, one hand shoots out and finds Morgan’s forehead. With a soft touch, she gently holds the younger girl at bay, pushing her a few inches back only when necessary.

All while still eating.

Can't touch this. ]

I am. I need to keep my strength up or I can hardly lift Falchion.

[Morgan's officially held back by Lucina's hand on her forehead, but at what cost.

She frowns a little (more a pout than anything), as she considers that.]

Welllllll...that's true... our army would be in a pretty sad state if you couldn't lift Flachion. It's very...liftable.

[But her eyes are still on the prize.]

Stiiiiiiill, you don't need all of it, right?

[ It’s all good. Lucina eats with one hand, the other remaining firm on Morgan’s forehead. Her elbow is firm; years of swordplay with a weapon built for men much stronger than she has left Lucina with formidable integrity in her muscles and joints. ]

We are all allotted the same amount of rations, Morgan. Lord Chrom is very diligent about that.

[ - and, well, Morgan certainly wouldn’t dare imply Lucina’s perfect father is incorrect in his food calculations, would she? ]

[Of course she wouldn't, that's a trap if she's ever seen one. Instead, she laughs good-naturedly.]

Of course he is! I was just wondering if you're hungry enough for all of it!

[or if you'll share with the black hole that is Morgan.]

[ Lucina is hardly blessed with the patience necessary for this. Morgan, on the other hand, is un-tireable. And, as previously mentioned, a black hole. ]

I watched you try this with Robin.

[ Unable to mask her smile, Lucina finally lets go of Morgan's head. ]

He denied you because you could not solve his riddle.

[That gets a pout out of Morgan, finally shaking her unshakeable smile for a brief moment, lips pursed.]

Awww...does everyone know that I couldn't figure out Father's riddle?

[HER PRIDE AS A TINY TACTICIAN IS AT STAKE HERE.]

It was very public.

[ Fear not, Tiny Tactician. Lucina is going to give you an opportunity to redeem yourself. ]

However, if you can solve mine, I'll happily share my dinner with you.

[:'(]

Well... all right, Lucina! I'll take on your deal! What's the riddle?

[She's back to being perky and excited at least.]

[ In truth, this isn't something she'd be able to come up with on her own. Lucina is far from well-read, although she'd like to be. Robin and Miriel - and now Laurent and Morgan! - are the clever ones. She is merely skilled with a sword. So, it's quite fortunate Owain helped himself to one of Laurent's books a few nights ago and made a display of it to her and Kjelle, while Morgan was elsewhere. Otherwise, Lucina would never have memorised this riddle. ]

I'm teary-eyed, but never cry.
Silver-tongued, but never lie.
Double-winged, but never fly.
Air-cooled, but never dry.

What am I?

[Morgan muses over it for a moment, but she knows the answer as soon as she sits down and thinks. The true hint line is the "silver-tongued"; silver colored, maybe? From there, she just has to apply the rest of the characteristics, and she thinks of Laurent's books on elements and their compositions, and--]

It's mercury, right? Right?

[right right right]

[ - curses, foiled again!! Politely, Lucina nods. ]

You are correct.

[ Adding, with a small smile, ]

I should have known better to think I could outsmart Robin's progeny. Have a seat.

[ Lucina pushes her dinner plate just so to the left, so it's between the two of them rather than veered disproportionately toward herself. ]

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