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Word was spreading that a magic show was happening live at a street in Sector 4. A redhead is catching people’s attention by manipulating golden, ethereal butterflies in ways nobody imagined possible.

It began small enough, with Battler walking around the street when he saw a child crying. Seeking to soothe them, he summoned a couple butterflies to surround them in a soothing manner. That’s not a very regular sight, so soon enough a small crowd formed around him - and with it the need to keep the momentum of spectacle.

{ 👑 } NEVER DID HE EXPECT TO FIND a familiar face, not when the mere thought of this location being anything short of a purgatory is laughable. As far as he's concerned, she doesn't deserve to be here, but the part of his heart still gnarled and cold and utterly selfish is thankful. There's a great struggle in what to do about her, whether to leave the tactician be or consider the PERSISTENT hope that she may yet wish to aid Plegia after the mess that cur Validar created.

HE EDGES INTO HER VIEW, NOT like a skulking shadow, but proper, pair of hands clasped together behind his back — — yet with all the EXCITABILITY of a small dog at meal times. Old habits die hard, and even with the awareness, the self hatred, the thoughts that his way has always been wrong, and gods, he's nothing if not a broken, IMPERFECT man.

In despite of all that had happened, and all that would be, no matter how far his mind had gone due to age, head trauma or anything to occur, there would always be one person forever in his mind and in his thoughts that he could never forget at any moment’s notice. Upon seeing the familiar back, instant recognition kicks in and Morgan finds himself sprinting at top speeds. Before he had realized it, he had took to the air in a jump and quickly held the woman before him from behind, laughing heartily the entire time. 

“Wake up, you sleepy sheep.” Chrom said, calling down to Robin. He had gotten up much earlier, but rather than disturb her Chrom had done push ups. The thought of being alone in a room with Robin suddenly occured to him, only after he had woken up. Rather than think about it any more, he did push ups all morning. 

The sun peered in through the windows finally and caused Chrom to glisten. Though that was probably the sweat that had worked its way down his brow. He warned Robin that if he stayed in his onesie for too long it would get sweaty. 

Nothing was to indicate which of the fellow subjects were more veteran than others, leaving it a matter of chance as to location a source of information that might be effective. For five minutes, Saber had waited under the balcony of an arts arena, scouting for any who might exude the impression that they could solve her plight.

so to a tactician she was brought. “May I ask how long it is you’ve been a participant of this scenario? It has become imperative to learn where, and the process through which, one may secure a position of employment to fund living expenses”.

★ █ THE MAGICIAN IS DONE with her day, at least for now; seating herself upon the edge of a wooden fence separating a private home from a city street, chomping away noisily at an apple. It’s only meant to be a temporary snack to tide her over until she feels like walking home, but it does the job, though it’s a shame it isn’t sweeter or juicier. It gives her a reason to spy on people as they walk by on the busy sidewalk, unlikely to pay attention to a girl on the fringe of their lives.

Well, except for the one who’s looking at her now with an odd gleam in her eyes. Her clothes are strange and rather outlandish by most sensibilities, but Marisa thinks -- thinks -- she knows better. There’s always something innately different about those who practice magic in any form. Then again, she could just be one of those eccentric types. Marisa wouldn’t know anything about that.

Chrom stood in full armored regalia, cape billowing in the wind behind him. It was truly a spectacle fitting of a king. He waited until just the right moment to announce the purpose he had gathered them all here. 

“Now that we’ve gathered together, let’s go see the horsies!” He anounced happily, before realizing he had probably killed the mood. Chrom’s head dropped for a moment. “I botched that one didn’t I? But I was so excited, I haven’t gotten to ride in awhile.”

After all the last time he was in Ylisse he was not in a situation where he could simply pass the days riding on fields of rolling green and relaxing together in the bounty of nature. No, his last memory was standing alone in a desert, cutting his way through scores of men, screaming until his throat was raw. 

Chrom  tried not to think of that though as he grabbed Robin by the hand and led her along. “You remember what horses look like right? If not be careful they’re a little bit ugly. Don’t tell them I said that though. Lissa! Keep up!”

“Ruff-Ruff- Robin!” Chrom said cheerfully knocking on the door to her bedroom. Perhaps it had been awhile since they saw each other as both had been avoiding one another, but Chrom could not last long without Robin. So on his own he had concocted a scheme.

Perhaps it was not on the same caliber as a tactician, but when he wanted to he had an okay time making friends. There was more than just manners and tactics to that. He pounded even louder this time.