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melodiesoflife2015-11-18 06:10 pm
nosferatanking) wrote in melodiesoflife2015-11-18 06:10 pm
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Who: The residents of house B-12.
When: Backdated to arrival day.
Where: House B-12 and thereabouts.
Warnings: Pitfalls.
Morgan had spent the last few days setting up various traps around the house. Somehow, he'd forgotten that it was new hero arrival season; if he remembered, he probably would have put off his trap-a-palooza until he figured out whether he and Robin were getting more roommates.
But he didn’t, and now the house is literally surrounded by pitfalls. There was no angle to come at the house that didn’t involve crossing one of the traps. Morgan was happily stationed nearby, waiting. He was pretty confident there was no way Mother was going to be available to avoid all these!
When: Backdated to arrival day.
Where: House B-12 and thereabouts.
Warnings: Pitfalls.
Morgan had spent the last few days setting up various traps around the house. Somehow, he'd forgotten that it was new hero arrival season; if he remembered, he probably would have put off his trap-a-palooza until he figured out whether he and Robin were getting more roommates.
But he didn’t, and now the house is literally surrounded by pitfalls. There was no angle to come at the house that didn’t involve crossing one of the traps. Morgan was happily stationed nearby, waiting. He was pretty confident there was no way Mother was going to be available to avoid all these!
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Thankfully, not soon after, another person arrived, drawing Morgan's attention momentarily away from the matter at hand. They were also able to avoid Morgan's trap, which made Morgan even more grateful.
"Oh, uh, hi there!" Morgan smiled at the newcomer. This was sure to go well. "Sorry about that."
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Were others moving in to join the gathering? Gods, this was embarrassing. He searched himself for the buckles and fastening of his crystal breastplate. It would be much easier to climb out without the bulk of his armor restricting his movements.
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She turned to look over at Pyrrha. She blinked once at her.
"Ah?" she asked. "Hello? I--be careful! We have some traps set-up all across the lawn."
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Always conscientious, even in a situation as bizarre as this. That's Pyrrha for you. Kneeling down, she removes the loop of rope from around her ankle and holds it out for Robin if she wants it back.
"I was told that this was the house I'd be staying in."
I'm so sorry for the delay! ><
Morgan tried to force a smile, but it came out pretty awkwardly. One look around the lawn was really all it took; between Robin helping Chrom out of the pitfall and some warrior chick cutting herself out of another trap, it was clear that he'd made a pretty big mess.
No harm, no foul, at least. At this point, it was probably best to try and move things along smoothly.
"Should we do introductions?"
His smile the second time is a little more genuine. He has no idea who the newcomer is (although for all he knows, she could be someone else from the future), and he was pretty sure that Chrom didn't know who either of them were, either.
No worries!
"Chrom," he introduced himself, puffing slightly once he was safely on ground level, resting on his knees. "From Ylisse. Pleased to meet you," he nodded at Pyrrha, then at Morgan.
"It must have taken quite some time to dig all of these pits. I imagine it will take just as long to fill them back in." They were not going to leave the lawn in this state.
Don't sweat it!
She paused. "Albeit, there was some time travel involved. I'm not that old."
Then, she looked at Chrom, and grinned nervously. They couldn't leave the lawn in this state, she knew, but... finding the time to fill in all of those holes. Not to mention the other traps, which they would still need to disarm.
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It's a rather foreign concept to Pyrrha, though she can piece together from the words themselves what Robin means. Still, it's quite surprising that she can say it so casually.
"...Well, it's nice to meet you, Chrom, Robin. My name is Pyrrha Nikos."
At least her manners are still in place. She smiles at each of them in turn, nodding her head politely.
"And you are...?"
Looking to Morgan next.
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Morgan smiled pretty awkwardly when the subject of time travel came up. It sounded pretty silly saying it out loud, which made it awkward enough to explain when the people present weren't directly involved.
Still, Morgan's smile became much more genuine as Pyra moved onto introducing herself. He didn't know much about her, but so far, she looked like she'd fit in really well. Speaking of which...
"I'm Morgan. I live here, too."
He took another good look around the yard. In a way, this was a kind of art, wasn't it?
"The lawn usually doesn't look like this."
Was a statement that was almost halfway true.
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He returned Robin's nervous look. It was true; he'd hoped that his stay at home would be brief, just long enough to retrieve the stipend of gil left in his name, so he could purchase necessities.
But for the safety of others, they really couldn't leave their yard like this. Someone could easily get dispatched to the infirmary.
"How many shovels do we have?" If they were able to work together, they could get the job done soon enough. Then they could wash up, go to town, and do some shopping as well as eat dinner.
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She sighed.
"Uh, we have four," Robin said. "I keep plenty around, in case--" Her expression screwed up. She was close to confessing to doing this more often than she'd like to admit. "--of... yard work. Yes."
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