#scopoultimo

Banging his blade against other metal to force them over to emptier spaces meant he could scatter their numbers and make it easier for others to fight them as well. It was easy to coordinate the people around him and make sure people got safe. When he thought about it.. this really felt like taking up his mother’s shoes in a sense. People were getting out of harm’s way and the people that could fight stayed and did so. He couldn’t.. help but smiling. 

It was a gradual step in the right direction for him to go to and soon people would.. see him for his brilliance. That he could finally have a moment like this to shine, and could prove to himself, his friends and his mother he was more than ready to take up the mantle of tactician for Ylisse.

That was until a similar banging of metal close to his ears was heard to where he saw a sight.. most startling of all things. Like a horror story mirror, Morgan’s eyes grew wide in shock at the sight of a familiar blade in hand, a familiar tome.. and even more so, a familiar set of robes that mirrored his own. There being only one exception..

A large, gaping stomach wound that made Morgan instinctively flinch as he felt his own stomach in an instant. Some how.. one of these walking corpses mirrored his own image.. his weapon, and his.. everything. It didn’t shake Morgan entirely to think that this could happen.. much stranger had happened. But without a doubt, it was still another shambler that needed to be dealt with. Even if it fought like him, it couldn’t match his own fighting abilities. Running toward it, it was easy to duck and weave between its swings and once it went too wide, Morgan would strike upward, cutting through its cloak and revealing a sight that.. took him by surprise.

“ It was quite nice of this city to grant us an event like this, mother! I can’t quite remember the last time we got to experience something like this.. “ It was rather whimsical, just how much had happened in such a short amount of time between the city reappearing all of a sudden with new buildings as if nothing happened, and for all of them to celebrate summer ending in the most grandieur of ways.

“ I don’t know what we should do first! Perhaps we should see the parade? Or we should eat something! Or if during walking we get hungry so lets get something quickly to eat--I think I smell grilled chicken! Lets go over there! “ 

@scopoultimo said: ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

     “Ah...”

That old scar. 

He hadn’t meant to show it, but after accidentally getting into a little roughhousing and getting an injury, the woman who helped him had wanted to tend to him quickly. Of course, the injury he had received was right near a large now healed gash that he had gotten when he was a child. It wasn’t such a pretty sight to look at, really.

But, whatever pain he felt with the memories that flood once more was masked with a smile on his face and a waved hand. The smile wasn’t too genuine, but it was genuine enough to throw Robin off a little.

     “You know how things are. You get hurt sometimes, the injury      turns out a little worse than you thought. It’s an old wound, so      you don’t have to worry. And yes, I do take care of it - promise.”

           ... What... the fuck... is going on?

     First, he was on top of the goddamn world. Everything was going so, so right, and he was at the height of satisfaction. Then, things went downhill in an actual split second where he woke up here with no memory of coming here, then realized he was in a form he never ever EVER expected to be again, and then he realized his sword was virtually useless.

     He is... angry, to say the least. Affronted at this whole thing.

     Thusly, he grabs the first person he sees walking by ( a white-haired girl, vaguely giving the impression of those High Entia but falling just short due to a lack of wings on her head ) by the shoulders and, looking less like an angry god and more like a crazed scientist, shakes her vigorously, and shouts,

Welcome to back beautiful Isola Radiale, Robin!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 171!

You will retain everything you had during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

     “Oh, mother!”

It was always good to see Robin around, clear by the smile on Lucina’s face as she quickly walked towards the white haired woman. Admittedly, while Robin had always made time for Lucina, it wasn’t the easiest getting some alone time with her. A diplomat, she was always surrounded by someone... and considering Lucina’s own not so stellar reputation, she was always met with a sneer from someone, such as now.

At the sneer, Lucina couldn’t help but shrink a little, though the person Robin was with simply turned the other way and left them around. This is how it usually was, to be honest. They probably didn’t believe that Lucina was even Robin’s child. A gentle sigh slipped from the Exalt’s lips but she quickly shook those negative thoughts away as another smile formed on her face.