Morgan | 067

[intendance]

a;

[You know, no matter what you're doing or where you are, there's a peppy tactician trailing you.

She probably thinks she's sneaky.

(She's not.)

But she'll follow you for awhile, and if you confront her on it, she just beams and throws up her hands and--]

Congratulations! You're really good at this!

[really good at what....do you even want to ask...]

b;

[Alternatively, it's dinner time, and here's Morgan inching towards your food.

This can only end in tears.]

Heyyyyy.... are you going to eat all of that?

[The only ending to this is Morgan taking all of your food, give in now.]

Comments

[intendance]

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?

[memlost]

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. ]

[intendance]

[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!

[memlost]

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. ]

[intendance]

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.]