Hold your horses. Just because I am willing to talk doesn't mean I enjoy it. Stick straight to the point to make my work easier over here.
And yes, I am extremely busy, so don't expect me to lift a finger until I've got the time for you. Could be a couple of ... days. But since you came to me, I am sure you are willing to wait.
But hey, at least I won't tell you what to ask and what not. Free speech. There are a few lines, of course, but if you dare cross them, I know how to deal with it: ...
Disregard. My greatest strength. And perhaps some measures beyond your understanding.
Alright, I talked enough. I am looking forward to.... not hearing from you. Much appreciated.
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Mock me as much as you like, but don't you dare do that to Dura. We have a perfectly mutual friendly partnership going on, with excellent division of labor according to each of our strengths.
You, on the other hand, are a third wheel. Bringing in more brawn than brain. But hey, that's also pretty useful every now and then.
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Aww but I really want to kiss you... you deserve to be spoiled in affection(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)/
Oh, so you want me dead that desperately?
I break out in hives every time things get too sentimental, but when someone wants to touch me?
It's a reaction to gruesome to describe, but remember the bodies back in Tuttleton? I will be much, MUCH worse than that. And I will be quite dead, too.
You wanna tidy up the mess and explain to Merlin why the Second Seat needs a replacement? Nah, I didn't think so.
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Boredom is very important y'know. I can speak from experience as a vampire 🧛♂️
I don't see how being a vampire is relevant here? Don't tell me you guys experience some elevated levels of boredom that go beyond the ordinary folk's ability to suffer?
I'm bored too yet you don't see me complaining about it 🧛♂️
Not my problem if you prefer being bored.
I am merely making sure these greenhorns out there don't forget to do their work. They've been wailing over some alleged posh version of me, which is naturally totally not true, hardly able to focus on other way more important things.
Look, more work is coming your way, I just want you guys to be ready!
Note : Unfortunately... Magister Evangeline is still... in Hamster form...
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From Magister Kafka's point of view, Morgan's voice became slightly faded. His shoulders slumped, and his gaze... remain fixed on the ground. Magister Evangeline noticed his silence, as she, then... became his mouth piece,
"Yeah, YEAHH~ YOU'RE THE MORGAN THE FIRST-- THAT SIMPLE SPELL, OF COURSE-- RIGHT UNDER YA LOONG SLEEVE! PFFTT--"
As she witnessed Morgan's shocking expression, she squeaked, plastering such... adorable smile of a hamster, clapping her tiny paws. "YUP2! ... That's good to hear it, right, Kafka?? YA NEED THIS, FOR SURE~ YA LOOK SOO STINKY 'CAUSE HANGIN' OUT AROUND HERE! BLERGH--" She stuck out her tiny tongue and let out a squeaky giggle of a hamster.
She, then... crossed her arms and pouted, when he mentioned that they kept on doing nonsense, "W-WE AIN'T DOIN' NONSENSE! WE'RE DOIN' OUR JOB AS MERLIN-- PER USUAL!" She blinked her tiny, beady eyes quickly when she noticed... he slowly... covering his ears.
... he had lost the strength to silence her... as the bickering between her and Morgan was... quite nostalgic and... deafening.
Morgan's voice slightly muffled, as he shook his head a bit due to dizziness. He couldn't utter a single word at the moment, as his heartbeats were louder than ever. Suddenly, Morgan grabbed his shoulder, carefully pulling him up on his feet.
He yelped and... from his hazy vision, he was, now... right beside him. He flustered even more than ever, as the one... the formidable mage that he was longing to meet, again... was ever so close to him.
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𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
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Morgan's voice was finally crystal clear, as he also... could feel how he firmly held his arm to steady him. Such... warm hand... despite his hand wrapped with some bandages. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, as he slowly... nodding his head.
"My... my apologies... ... Sir Morgan... I... ... I should've rested more... after all the commotions... and... assisting... around.... Serene Lyceum..." He mumbled in slow paced, as he could only hear a slight grunt from him. He, then... cast a blue portal infront of them. The portal was slightly flickering, as Morgan, then... supported Magister Kafka to enter it.
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. . .
... They didn't ended up in the usual, Quaint Mystical House of theirs. Instead, they were now... in the Living Area, of the Stellar Spire. The living area was... warmer than the Lyceum Cemetery, as the warmth came from the fireplace and even... the warming incense which was located on the side table of the bed.
. . .
The faint, twinkling sound of the memory stars could be heard near the living area, as some of them were levitating, high above their heads. Magister Kafka leaned a bit upon Morgan's arm, as he then... guided by him towards the bed.
. . .
"... My... apologies..." He took a deep breath and released it, tapping his own knee... hoping it didn't failed him. He couldn't deny how his steps were ever so wobbly at the moment.
"Blergh..." She crossed her tiny arms, glancing away... feeling ever so cringe about what she witnessed at that moment.
Morgan glanced at the tiny, hamster form of Magister Evangeline, quite defenceless on Magister Kafka's right shoulder. She wiped her plump cheeks a bit with her tiny paws and glancing at the window, hoping that she would turn back into a human... soon...
A mischievous smirk slowly formed on his face, as he, without any warning... flicked her off Magister Kafka's right shoulder. She let out a long squeak, due to the sudden... free fall from such greater height, ending up plopping on the comfy bed. She let out a sigh, however... the suffering didn't end there.
Magister Kafka blinked his eyes slowly towards Morgan, wondering why he did that with his hazy mind. With his usual smirk still remain on his face, he, then... pushed him lightly to sit at the edge of the bed. Due to his wobbly legs and his light push, ... he ended up accidentally sit on her, causing her to let out a high pitch squeak!
"EEEEEEE~ KAFKA, GET OFF ME! YOUR BUM'S CRUSHIN' ME!"
"Ahh... My... My apologies..." He moved a bit and... scooped her up with his shaky palm. Her tiny ears twitched, as she heard a loud laugh coming from Morgan, as he, then... cough a bit.
"DANG IT-- YOU--
IT'S A PAYBACK FOR WHAT I DID TO YA, HUH??"
She growled, however... her anger simmered down quickly when he whispered another apology beside her tiny ear, petting her plump back ever so gently.
He couldn't deny how his gaze was ever so blurry at the moment, as he could only... lowered his gaze, as if a bow, while sitting at the edge of the bed. "Thank you... Sir Morgan... for assisting me towards this..."
"OUR MAGIC TOWAH, ZE STELLAR SPIRE! NOT ALL PEOPLE CAN ACCESS THIS PLACE-- N THIS IS OUR PRIVATE CHAMBAH! Ya quite a lucky dude. ... I dunno how ya win his heart-- BLERGH." She stuck out her tiny tongue and grumbled, as she felt the aching sensation from being squashed by... his bum.
"Feel free to... urm... browsing through some... of the Grimoires here... before you leave... ..." He massaged his arm where he, once... held it. The warmth... still remain on it, causing a small smile formed on his face.
"I'll let Cranky know about how ya look and register ya as a Guest, laterrr." She jumped off his palm, waddling on the mattress then... rolling on the pillow.
*After they had stepped through the portal, Morgan couldn't hide his surprise at the unfamiliar location. He knew the Mystical House from a previous visit, but this? Entirely different, emanating such strong magic, one he knew well belonged to the rookies. They were really quite impressive mages, though he'd never admit that openly.*
Wow. This house of yours is huge! Are you... trying to compensate for something there? It's surely not just to collect books and paintings?
*Knowing well that a tour wasn't on the agenda, Morgan didn't insist on an answer and didn't hesitate to guide Kafka over to the warm corner and towards the bed.*
You are way too heavy, rook. More like a sack of potatoes. Or, wait... maybe that's just...
*And without warning, he flicks her off Kafka's shoulder. Morgan can hardly contain his laughter, only holding back to drop Kafka gently down into the bedside.*
Oops, my bad. So sorry, goldie.
There. Now don't go anywhere and rest. And yes, maybe I'll do just that. Gonna take a stroll and check out some of the books you have. Hey, maybe you even got some old studies from Morgan the First! I heard he was quite a pioneer in many magical fields!
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A blue portal appeared at... The Lyceum Cemetery and... Magister Kafka, wearing his usual, white aristocratic clothes stepped out of it. As the portal disappeared, he held a paperbag near his chest when the cold breeze passed through him, causing him to tremble.
He glanced around... ... 'twas a cemetery, of all the places that Magister Evangeline had pinpoint Morgan's location. The One that had befall upon some pranks and... one of the pranks was... Hers.
'Is this even... a right place..?' he thought, as he stood still for awhile, flinching then a crow flew away.
With his trembling voice, he awkwardly asked noone, "H-Hello..? Is... ... Is Sir Morgan nearby..?" ... Only the cold breeze answered his question. He trembled, taking such... hesitate steps around the eerie atmosphere of the cemetery, to find some traces of him.
"I... I hope I... could meet you... There's something... I want to say and... give to you..." Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, as his face flushed a bit, due to the cold surrounding.
... he hoped he was... in the right place... and wished he wouldn't be... in pain infront of Morgan.
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*Hidden from view, Morgan was laying on his back, between two elevated graves, his mind sunken deep into work elsewhere. The faint voice of Magister Kafka calls him back into awareness.*
...
*He doesn't respond immediately. He was in no mood to meet up with any Arcane Council third wheel, not after what happened at the start of the month. But hearing the voice break as it calls for him, he could envision poor Kafka bawling his eyes out way too clearly. Ugh. Morgan can't stand crying people. Never knowing what to do, they managed to make him feel like he was cast in stone. Unpleasant. With an internal sigh reaching up to the moon above, Morgan decides to lift his hand. Hopefully it won't come to that.*
Magister Kafka's heart skipped a beat, as he heard Morgan's voice... faintly... nearby the tombstones. He searched in every rows of the graves and... saw him... lying on his back between two elevated graves, lifting his hand up to show his presence there.
He gasped, as he immediately sat beside Morgan, placing the paperbag down beside him, "Dura Above... Are you alright, Sir Morgan..? Do you... feel light-headed..? ... Have... have you eaten well..? Sir Morgan... It's... ever so cold to lie down here..." Tears rolled down his cheeks, face flustered... as he slowly placed his gloved palm upon Morgan's forehead, to check whether he had a fever or not. He sighed... as Morgan didn't catch a fever...
... 'twas had been quite a long time... since the last time he met him...
"Ahh... Sir Morgan... Sir... I... ... From the bottom of my heart... Do forgive us... for what had happened upon your hair... Although, now... it had reverted back to normal... however... back then... it's..." His shaky voice trailed off, slightly hiccup, as he wiped his tears. His other hand now... gripping his own knee tightly... to feel grounded.
*As predicted but not hoped for, Kafka petrifies the necromancer internally. Morgan leaves the Magister room to check on him, unable to evade the touch as he otherwise would. After a moment of ignoring the silent sobbing, Morgan finally clears his throat.*
Ahem. Never mind about that. I'm fine now.
I will be having nothing but my own drinks for a while, that's all.
But you can tell your sister to stay out of my way for a while. Not even I would play such an underhanded trick.
Magister Kafka flinched a bit when Morgan cleared his throat, seeking his attention. He sighed in relief... wiping his tears a bit more. He nodded his head slowly, smiling sheepishly at him. Then... he frowned a bit, when hearing his next statement...
"Urm... you would... only have... your drinks..? That's not good... You shouldn't skip your meals, Sir Morgan..." He stuttered, as he looking through the paperbag beside him with such... an awkward smile on his face.
"I... do have some... simple cuisines for you... as an apology... .. Don't worry, Sir Morgan... I've tasted a small portion of it... Miss Eva wouldn't lay a finger... on the process of my cooking for you..." He slowly took out a container from the paper bag and gently placed it on Morgan's palm.
"It's... Some fried rice, salad, and... honeyed, roasted chicken drumsticks... I... do hope you consume it... soon..." He patted the lid gently and slightly flustered, staring at the lid for awhile.
He flinched a bit, when Morgan implored him to warn Magister Evangeline to not bother him. He patted his hat a bit, as he looked up at the grey, cloudy sky.
"... Well... about that..."
"Yeah, YEAHHH-- I HEAR YA LOUD N CLEAR, MORGUE BOI!"
A loud voice could be heard from his hat then followed by a tiny squeak. The slight movement could be seen in his hat and... lo and behold, a tiny hamster peeking out of it. "I GOT MAH PUNISHMENT FOR TROLLIN' YA. URGH-- I STILL CAN'T CHANGE--" Magister Evangeline grumbled, while climbing down his wavy, silver hair, plopping on his shoulder.
"... guess I need to say to ya out loud so that the "curse" is lifted. So--" a pause, as she fiddled with her tiny paws, taking a deep breath and said, in tiny tone, "... sorry, Morgan. It won't happen anymore. BELIEVE ME-- I AIN'T GONNA FACE ANOTHER PUNISHMENT-- FOR DANG SURE! MY FREEDOM TO ROAM AROUND ESPERIA IS STRIPPED-- FOR A WEEK!" she squeaked loudly, and nodded her head quickly.
*Morgan sighs as Kafka placed the prepared meal into his hand. It is going to be hard to resist eating that, for the last time he tasted the Magister's cooking, it was most certainly very delicious. Whether he is going to eat it or not, he will definitely not tell him, though. So Morgan gently pushes himself up to place the food into his lap.*
Ah, sure. I won't starve, don't worry.
...
AHAHAhahahah!
OH - MY - SOULS! Look at that! That loud volcano woman has been reduced to a tiny, angry, squeaky hamster!
*cough cough* ... and still very much annoying squeaky ham... *cough* ... ster
Anyway - HAH! Hey goldie, what did you say? I couldn't quite hear you there, mumbling into your tiny paws and Kafka's hair. It just understood squeak-squeak-squeak.
Magister Kafka sighed, twirling some strands of his wavy. long silver hair a bit, as Morgan finally sat on the ground from his lying position, placing the food container on his lap. He smiled sheepishly at Morgan, as he... mentioned that he wouldn't starve.
"I'm glad to hear it... Sir Morgan... I... hope this simple cuisines of mine... could provide you some... energy and... mana boost for you... to do your tasks..." His voice came out shaky, as he flinched when her voice was booming as loud as ever, despite her tiny, floofy hamster form... after hearing Morgan laughing towards her.
"THE FUDGE DO YA SAY, MORGUE BOI?? LOUD, VOLCANO WOMAN?? GRRRR--"
She pouted, continuing to curse in the hamster language, as she heard him laughing even more. She flinched when he picked her up gently from his shoulder, placing her on his palm. He hushed her... patting her head gently, as she mumbled on his palm, crossing her tiny arms together.
As both Magisters heard him coughing a bit, due to rarely... laughing out loud, she makes a squeaky, laughing sound of a hamster, rolling a bit on his palm while his brows furrowed.
"AHAHAHAA-- SERVE YA RIGHT, SEAWEED HAIRED DUDE!"
"Ahh... I... I truly forgot to provide a beverage... do forgive me..." He conjured a glass of water out of thin air and... it gently landed on Morgan's palm. "Please... do drink it... Your throat must be sore from... laughing..." he lowered his gaze, as he could feel her jump a tiny bit on his palm...
She perked up, ears twitched, when Morgan implored her to repeat herself. She looked at him with a stern face that she could muster, however... failed... Due to how adorable the hamster looks, despite looking quite... stern.
She muttered under her breath, again. "Dang it. I have to repeat mahself, huh?? ... SORRY, MORGAN, for what I did back then. ... There-- It's enough, right?? Not muffled by my floofy paws and Kafka's hair anymore. OR YA GONE DEAF ALREADY??" She plopped on his palm, patting her floofy belly while focusing straight on Morgan's figure.
He slowly gazed back at Morgan and... plastered a sad smile. "Sir Morgan... Do forgive Miss Eva... ... I... know... for certain... she wouldn't do those mischief... towards you... anymore..." He whispered, as he slowly... closed his eyes. Her ears twitched when hearing such... irregular breathing of his, as she patted his palm with her tiny paws, pinching a bit.
"Kafka, I'm here. ... It's alright if he won't accept my apology. At least I ALREADY SAID SORRY AND ADMIT THAT I DID WRONG TO HIM. ... Don't faint, please?" she called out to him and... muttered softly... hoping Morgan wouldn't listen to what she said. He slowly opened his eyes, nodding his head slowly, trying... to breathe properly...
*Morgan rolls his eyes at Eva's adorable, tiny huffing and puffing in his palm. He clears his throat just as Kafka offers him the water. It is in his hand faster than he can refuse and he clearly halts in his tracks for a moment to figure out what to do.*
Uhm, yes, well. I'm fine, really. I... 'll keep it for the meal.
*And he places the untouched water cup next to himself onto the ground. Then his attention shifts back to the hamster on his palm, begrudgingly repeating her apology.*
Oh really? You are so sorry about that, yes? Well, you should be. Apology accepted. Here's to hoping you will grow up eventually, and leave me be until you have done so.
...
And yes, I can hear you. Perhaps you better take your bro back home. The Graveyard's not exactly a cozy place for the living, hamster or not. I've already got some food and drink on my plate now, I don't need a rookie on there, too.
A sad smile formed on his face... as he realized, Morgan didn't take a bite of the meal that he cooked nor... took a sip of the water that he gave to him... mentioning that he would consume it later. He gazed at the meals on his lap, the glass of water which he gently placing it down beside him and... back at him.
"I... do hope you would consume it... before it gets... cold..." Magister Kafka whispered, in shaky tone, then... nodding his head slowly when hearing his statement. Meanwhile, Magister Evangeline squeaked, making a "Hrmph!" sound, looking away while crossing her tiny arms.
"Yeah, YEAHHH~ I AIN'T GONNA BOTHER YA ANYMORE. DO YA THING-- AND-- DON'T BOTHER THE KIDS HERE. I'LL SNAP YA LIKE A TWIG IF YA EVER HURT THEM."
She lets out a growl, despite her... in a hamster form. Then, she closed her tiny beady eyes, hoping that she would turn back into human since he accepted her apology. However, ... nothing happened.
"SHOOT-- DANG IT!
HOW THICC IS THE MAGIC THAT PARASITE PUT ON ME?? IT'S JUST A SILLY PRANK-- NOT TOPPLIN' A CITY OR OTHER HUGE DESTRUCTIONS!" She continued to curse under her breath and... rolled on his palm in frustration. She let out a tiny squeak when she almost fell from it.
He caught her in time, then... gently... placed her back on his right shoulder. He patted her tiny, floofy head lightly, as she made a silly smile of a hamster, a tiny bit embarrassed of what happened to her. Both of the Magisters then, regain their focus towards Morgan, hearing what he said and... gazing at one another.
His brows furrowed while... she pouted, flopping her floofy, tiny bum on his shoulder. He nodded his head slowly, trying to open his mouth to speak up, however... his voice stucked in his throat.
She gazed up at him and knew quite well what he would say. She ended up voicing it out for him, "... Yeah. We'll head back-- for sure. OH-- BEFORE WE GO-- N SINCE YOU'RE HERE, THERE'S SOME CLOTHES IN THAT PAPERBAG. KAFKA SEW IT, ESPECIALLY FOR YA." She winked at him and... he flustered, as she voiced out for him.
He rummaged through the paperbag and... gently showed it to Morgan.
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Note: I imagined Morgan wore this-- in current times-- (squeak!) XD
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Two clothes were shown before Morgan; Formal clothes and... winter themed clothes. His face grew slightly paler, despite the redness remaining on his cheeks due to embarrassment, as he slowly gazed at him, plastering a small smile,
"Since... you're here... you could... sometimes... wear this comfortable clothes... instead of your usual clothes... ... So that some mortals would... not gazing upon you... suspiciously..." He took a deep breath and continued,
"I... know... you wouldn't mind... other people's opinions... of your appearance... However... I... Urm... ... If you ever would travel to... other places... These clothes could probably be... useful... to blend in the crowds of this Era..."
His felt slightly lightheaded, as he shook his head a bit...
"I... I couldn't believe you're here... Sir Morgan... In the distant future... far... far away... from your place and... Glowhaven..."
He tried to stand up, to excuse themselves, however... ... he couldn't do so for some peculiar reason. His strength seemed to slipped away rather quickly at that moment. He leaned against the side of the tombstone and... uttered an apology, gazing upon the tree where... a crow, cawing on a branch. She noticed that he grew silent, with such... distant gaze, at the familiar spot... as she immediately tugged his hair a bit, letting out a low squeak...
"Kafka, ya okay, bruh?? ... Don't stare at that empty coffin, please??"
"Just a... moment..." He clenched and unclenched his palms... trembling when he felt a slight chill on his back. His gaze, now... remained on the ground, as he feared to gaze upon Morgan at that moment, ashamed that... he couldn't excuse themselves at that moment.
You worry too much, rookie. If I want to I'll just warm it up with magic. I haven't lot my touch as a mage, you know.
*Morgan watches quietly as Eva attempts to regain her composure on Kafka's shoulder. A futile attempt, as she remained as small and fluffy as she was. Divine punishment, perhaps? A faint smirk appears on his lips, taken over by surprise immediately as the pair pull out even more for Morgan to hold.*
... you have even more?
Listen, I - I don't think I'll be needing it anytime soon, but... I'll keep it. I didn't think I'd spend so long here at the Lyceum graveyard, so who knows where my presence would be interesting enough next? You rookies certainly keep doing nonsense.
Always worthy of a watch.
...
Yo. Morgan to Kafka. I told you not to stay long. You should learn to take care of yourself first. Tsk.
*Morgan lifts up the plate of food, the water cup and the bag of clothes with magic, letting them hover in the air for a second before they vanish from view. He then groans as he gets up, gently patting the cold and dirt off his robe. Then, he extends a hand towards the seated Magister, grabbing him under the shoulder, carefully pulling him up.*
