TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Post by Morgan Aegis on Mar 15, 2018 9:57:35 GMT -6
[attr="class","greatdeception"]"Silver? As in the Dex Holder?" Morgan questioned, her gaze changing only slightly as she eyed the male in front of her with that same unchanging expression. Her crimson eyes regarded him carefully, examining him slightly as she looked him over. He certainly seemed to hold himself with the confidence that one would expect out of a Dex Holder, but considering the cone currently on the ground between them she'd never taken this one in particular as one who was a fan of ice cream.
Granted, she'd never suspected she'd get to met one of them anyway. "Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself a tad more properly in that case," she nodded to herself before taking a deep breath. Her stance didn't change, but when she reopened her eyes the gaze beheld within them seemed a fair bit sharper, more observant than the casual disinterest they'd shown before. "I'm Morgan Aegis, professional gamer and the current CEO of the Aegis Corporation. Forgive me for not taking the time to introduce myself properly in the first place," she said, her words spoken with a bit of practiced elegance to them. Much as she herself would've preferred it not to be, her upbringing and the mannerisms instilled in her still shone through whenever she sought to do things in a more proper manner, such as now. That said, while the Aegis family had indeed started their fortune within Lyeant, a number of their larger enterprises were all based in Unova, Sinnoh and Hoenn. Regions which were thankfully relatively unscathed after Imum.
Of course, relevealing that she was the CEO of the Aegis Corporation, which had specialized in high-end gaming gear, eSports merch and various tech components for a multitude of years now, ran the risk of her being outright associated with Parallax. While that wasn't necessarily false, she had a tendency to disagree with a number of her peers as far as how the corporations should seek to rebuild the region.
Post by Morgan Aegis on Mar 10, 2018 1:30:49 GMT -6
[attr="class","greatdeception"]"Nah, not really. I was just walking and looked up and there you were. Figured it'd be rude of me not to say hi," she stated nonchalantly, taking another stick of Hocky from her pocket and beginning to eat it just as she had the last: hands-free. It was a feat she'd developed during her many sessions of gaming, and a fair number of those who stuck around to watch the process had a tendency to be mildly impressed by it. She kind of just did it because it was easier at this point. She hadn't even glanced down when the girl had mentioned the cone, though judging by the voice Morgan had a feeling her initial assumption had been wrong, and she was just staring at a very feminine-looking man.
Still doesn't stop me from wanting to see him in a dress. Morgan, please. Your pan is showing, and I'm frankly almost shameful of it. Shut up, you. You're going to provoke the Weavile.
Aaaaand down went the Hocky. Morgan glanced down at the Weavile in question, the faintest bit of teal showing in her pupils as a message went through the air to the smaller Pokemon. Though she may not be telepathic, being host to Darkrai meant she was privy to a few strange abilities. She may not be able to communicate with humans without speaking, but Pokemon could sense the natural presence that she gave off as a result of the Pitch-Black Pokemon. And in that small area she'd noticed that she could send a few choice messages. Nothing more than single words or emotions... like now.
Expectation.
You know what lurks within me, don't you? She thought. Darkrai had long told her that speaking to herself when she did this was a fool's errand, but she did it anyway just to annoy him. She looked back up at Silver, the teal in her eyes vanishing instantly as she pulled yet another biscuit stick from her pocket. It was habit, and quite frankly she never quite knew when she was munching or not anymore.
"Alongside not being rude, though. My name is Morgan Aegis," she stated simply, her right hand returning er phone to the corresponding pocket as she spoke.
Post by Morgan Aegis on Mar 9, 2018 11:13:11 GMT -6
[attr="class","greatdeception"]Morgan was, as one could expect, walking down the street. Why? Hell if she knew, she was just here and honestly speaking she could care less why. She had a pair of Aegis Corp. headphones around her neck, her hood pulled up as usual as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, pulling the right one back out a few moments later to check her messages as the other hand came out with one of the seemingly-infinite chocolate-covered biscuit sticks that she kept on hand. She placed the treat in her mouth idly, returning her left hand to the pocket as she calmly munched on the new acquisition, opening her messaging app with her other hand and tapping her sister's big face on the screen. As usual, Melody's messages were related to the recent string of happenings that had been going on. Some new theatre or whatever here in Eirenhyre, the bouts of vandalism that had cropped up shortly after. Morgan tended to tune it all out, preferring to stick to her gaming events and the occasional business meeting when she could be bothered to show up at the headquarters building in Eirenhyre- or rather the office that was functioning as such. Morgan had long lamented the loss of the true HQ, but that would be restored in due time. She tapped a message back to her sister, 'something something keep me updated' or whatever. What, was she supposed to be paying close attention? She was eating, that alone was taking most of her focus... that and the dipshit brooding internally within her, but she was finding it easy enough to ignore Darkrai right now. He kind of stopped talking whenever she was in this city... most of the time. She still heard his stupid voice every once in a while.
Granted that meant she was distracted enough that she didn't notice the red-haired chick until she looked right up at them. Morgan just kind of stared for a few moments. Huh... she's kind of cute, Morgan mused silently to herself as she pulled the rest of the Hocky stick into her mouth, chewing on it for a moment before swallowing.
Post by Morgan Aegis on Feb 26, 2018 16:41:24 GMT -6
[attr="class","extrasensorytitle"]THE WAR WITHIN
[attr="class","extrasensorychp"]PART 1 - FIGHTER
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Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter
“Fire!”
The eruption of the line of cannons firing off into the distance tore through the citadel, the large building shaking with the force of the onslaught it was taking as the forces within sent their retaliation in turn. Soldiers sprinted between communication points, relaying information from the front lines to those within the citadel and up through to the Spire, where a lone woman watched with pale crimson eyes at the chaos unfolding beneath her. Indeed, it seemed as though was happened in the very room she stood in would decide the fate of this fight. Her grip tightened on the lance she carried in her right hand.
Gungnir. The blade of the weapon glowed with an ethereal light as she turned from the window to narrow her gaze at the only other individual in the room with her. He was watching her, teal eyes observing her every move as he lounged on what appeared to be a cloud of pure darkness, his dark cloak concealing much of his form save for his face. The slightest hint of skin showed where his gloves ended, a mere inch showing between one article of clothing and the next. A blade laid point-down next to him, the ruby set into the crossguard seeming to leer at her as she glared at the shadowed figure.
“I assume this onslaught is your doing.”
The male smirked, uncrossing his legs as the dark cloud beneath him dispersed, but yet when his feet touched the ground the light in the room seemed to dim slightly. “You could certainly say that,” he stated, a hint of amusement in his tone as he sauntered around the room, taking note of all that he saw there. “I must say, you’re the first that has lasted this long. It’s almost concerning.”
“Perhaps that is because I’d sooner die than surrender myself to a being who hasn’t the courtesy to even introduce itself.” Morgan’s words were calm, yet carried a deadly air to them. This was her realm, her domain. However powerful this creature thought it was, it was an outsider here, and as such she doubted that it could control this place as well as she could. “Or perhaps it is due to your remarkable control over your dreamscape,” the man offered, turning around in a flourish. “I suppose you’re right, however. I may as well introduce myself before I send you to an eternal darkness.” He moved leisurely over to the blade, caressing the handle of the weapon before sharply drawing it up out of the ground, the candles in the room flickering once more but staying lit nonetheless. The man hummed slightly to himself, as though he was curious as to why the flames hadn’t gone out. Nonetheless, he turned his gaze on Morgan, giving an exaggerated bow as he introduced himself, teal eyes glowing slightly amidst the encroaching darkness.
“My name is Darkrai, I do believe your people refer to me as the Pitch-Black Pokemon. If it hadn’t already been made clear, I fully intend to take your body as my own, so be a doll and go down quietly.” Morgan had to admit, she hadn’t expected a legendary to handle themself so theatrically, though then again she’d never anticipated having to deal with one attempting to seize her form. Though when she thought about where they were it began to make much more sense. Legend had it Darkrai was the cause of most nightmares, and he’d already made the comment about her dreamscape. She loosened her grip on Gungnir, though not to drop it. She flicked her wrist, runes igniting up her exposed right arm as the lance spun rapidly in the air, stopping only when she grasped the weapon again to spin it around her form. It was, as usual, perfectly balanced. Her left hand caught the tail end of the long handle as she snapped to stance, holding the lance with the tip pointed slightly down in the direction of Darkrai.
“Take my body as your own? Fat chance. You’ll have to do better than some third-grade parlor tricks to so much as dim the light of this realm- and I’ve heard plenty of you growing up.” Then again, who hadn’t? Nonetheless Morgan’s gaze was steady, her voice remaining its calm, even tone as she stared down the legendary. No matter who he was, she wouldn’t allow him to take her down without a fight. She watched as Darkrai’s expression changed, darkening as the teal glow of his eye brightened. Within seconds he was as a shade, enveloped fully in shadows as he himself brandished his blade.
“So be it. I’ll merely have to take you by force, like so many others before you.” Darkrai’s words were confident, and he shot forward in the following moment. Gungnir spun around Morgan’s form, the lance catching the strike as it came up from her right. As to be expected from a Dark-type, it seemed as though Darkrai was unafraid of striking low. His blade bounced off the lance. Once, twice, three times. Again and again, each of his strikes blocked brilliantly as Morgan wielded Gungnir with the skill of a myth. The clang of metal impacting metal rang through the air, throwing the swordsman off balance for just long enough to give the lancer an opening, the pointed tip of her weapon instantly coming around in a thrust towards Darkrai’s chest.
The man’s body dispersed into wisps of shadow, reforming a few feet away as Morgan twirled her lance around her body once more, catching part of the handle in the crook of her left elbow, her right hand held up level with her head as it held the other end of the weapon behind her. She wasn’t even breathing any harder from that exchange. “You’ll have to try far harder than that, Darkrai.” Her words were mocking, her own smirk making itself known as the pale crimson of her eyes grew slightly in intensity. Darkrai’s own gaze was intense, a glare to match Morgan’s confidence as he studied her, looking for any possible weakness in her stance. Cannons sounded off outside, each volley shaking the Spire as they increased in power and frequency.
It was her turn to strike, and she was off the ground swinging in an instant, her added attack range with the lance granting her an upper hand over the dark swordsman as she spun, her lance whipping around through the air towards Darkrai’s side. The clash of metal sounded again as sparks flew, his black blade against the handle of her lance. The advantage of the sword in close quarters was the crossguard, protecting the hands from the blade and preventing enemies from drawing downward to threaten the hands. The lance offered no such protection, and Darkrai seized the chance when they locked weapons, forcing his blade down the length of Gungnir’s shaft toward Morgan’s hands.
There was a cry of pain as Morgan recoiled, blood dripping to the floor as Gungnir fell to the floor. She clutched her bloodied left hand in her right, glaring daggers at Darkrai as the citadel shook with the force of enemy onslaught. The candlelight in the room flickered, the light level in the room fading slightly as Darkrai gained the advantage. Darkness swirled around the Pitch-Black Pokemon like a cloak, and he stepped over Gungnir as he drew closer to Morgan, bringing his blade up over his left shoulder in a readied strike. The light flicked again, dimming even more as Morgan stared up at Darkrai, a curse on her lips. She closed her eyes, the faintest notes of a song emanating in her mind as she found herself relaxing.
The sound of a blade cleaving through air. The candles flickered again, and went out, plunging the room into darkness.
Darkrai’s cruel laughter was all that filled the space. “And like all the others, you fell pitifully. And to think you’d spoken with such bravado.” He clicked his tongue, stepping over the slumped figure that had been Morgan Aegis and staring out the window. The shadows were at the Citadel. Darkrai narrowed his eyes. This realm’s owner had been killed, so why hadn’t the shadows completely overtaken this seat of power? He turned his gaze to the battlefield, watching as scores of defenders fell to the might of his onslaught, and yet for each defender that fell it seemed as though two more rose in his place.
The clack of metal shifting alerted his attention to another in the room, and he spun around to come face to face with the point of Gungnir, the form wielding it cloaked in her own Aura, crimson eyes blazing as a song quickly began to fill the room. The tune steadily rose in volume, the Spire shaking under the force of the sonic waves, though the girl glaring at him seemed unfazed. He narrowed his gaze as her aura took a more discernible shape.
That of an Exploud. Of course. It made sense, in this realm of mystical energies and magicks, that such feats would be possible. But for it to save one from certain death took a great deal of control indeed. There was a loud thump as the bass kicked into the song, and the room erupted into light. Gungnir blazed brightly, and Darkrai recoiled backward, the shadows tearing away from his form. His teal eyes began to blaze all the brighter, catching fire as he fought against the torrent of light. He drove his blade into the ground in a swift move, his own darkness forming a barrier around him that pressed against Morgan’s light. The sheer force of the power pouring out of the two of them would’ve been enough to level a small city in reality. That fact alone was impressive, as was the fact that the two seemed evenly matched. They were both at their strongest, both of them in fierce defiance of the other. The power between them continued to spike upwards, the dreamscape beginning to distort around them. Morgan could not outright banish Darkrai from her being. Not with how much of a mark he’d already left. No, they were already bound together.
“Sit back and watch, and remember what happened today. For the next time I’ll not be so kind as I am now.” Her words were curt as a kiai roared from her form, her light instantly erupting into a white, blinding blaze. Darkrai’s screams echoed throughout the room as the light enveloped him, tearing his physical form in the dreamscape apart. When the light dimmed, the ruby gem of his blade beheld a teal pupil, which stared almost contemplatively at the lancer it rested in front of. Morgan stood slowly, eyeing the blade warily before spinning Gungnir, planting it into the stone besides her.
“So you noticed.”
“It wasn’t hard to.” Their tones were calm, none of their previous fury in their tones any longer. “You are as bound to me as I am to you, now.”
“Until one of us undoubtedly consumes the other.”
And then, at the exact same time, they spoke.
“Your days are numbered.”
“Enjoy your existence while it remains, Morgan Aegis. Don’t think for a moment that I won’t shatter these bonds the moment I am able.”
Morgan turned away from the blade, moving towards the door to the room. It was time she awoke in the real world. She grasped the handle, turning her gaze back to the blade before speaking a single sentence. “And don’t you believe that I will hesitate to consume all that you are as well, Darkrai.”
With those words, she threw the door open, stepping out and shutting it securely behind her, the dreamscape vanishing as Morgan Aegis opened her eyes in the real world.
Morgan groaned, rolling over and looking at the time. 7:32 a.m. She still had time before the meeting, but she’d be damned if she wanted to stare at that damn blade any longer. She threw her legs out of the bed, standing up sharply and moving over to the large window that dominated one side of the room. The Irisia skyline dominated the expansive view, and she smiled softly as she beheld it. A voice spoke in her mind, dark and contemplative.
“Perhaps I may learn something of your life this way.” “Enjoy it while it lasts, Darkrai. You won’t have this view forever.”
And while the words were directed at the legend trapped within her, she was speaking to herself most of all.
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[attr="class","ion-transgender"] She/her
[attr="class","fa fa-birthday-cake"] Nineteen
[attr="class","ion-android-calendar"] September 28th
[attr="class","ion-home"] Erayo City
[attr="class","ion-flag"] Parallax
[attr="class","ion-star"] Moderate
[attr="class","ion-heart"] Pansexual
[attr="class","ion-briefcase"] Aegis Corp. CEO / Pro Gamer
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Rude, blunt, and unapologetic. Such words are ones that individuals tend to pin onto the being known as Morgan Raezel Aegis, heir to- and current CEO of- the Aegis Corporation. A life of extravagant luxury has brought the girl up in quite the interesting fashion, and almost in defiance of the teaching her parents wished to bestow upon her Morgan has shown to be quite the… discomforting person. Indeed, she has a tendency to make people uncomfortable with quite a few words due to her startling lack of having apparently any shame at all. She’s just as likely to casually throw out a sexual remark as to speak of the weather, though that isn’t to say she’s constantly hitting on people. Open though she may be, her remarks are more due to a lack of filter and knowledge of how such statements come across in a more casual social setting than any actual intent- though she is known to make a few more than usual when she knows it’ll make a person she particularly spites rather comfortable. [break][break]
Sexual comments and her overtly casual mannerisms in every social scenario aside, there are few occasions which she shows a rather starkly different side. Indeed, this is the side of Morgan that caused her to inherit the family company when her father passed. While she’s commonly a rather open and lax individual, she gets as serious as death itself when speaking in a professional manner, such as when negotiating a business deal or when she’s at one of the many pro gaming tournaments she attends. Those who know the lass to a rather close degree tend to refer to this as her “Zero State”, in reference to her gaming moniker as well as the fact that she’s remarkably done with everyone’s shit in this state, and behaves in an absolutely serious, competitive, and no-nonsense manner. That isn’t to say she’s incapable of having fun in this state, rather her teasing and remarks become far more subtle. In a business environment they disappear entirely, but while at gaming circuits and such she can still be seen talking smack and giving her opponents a few sets of reddened ears on occasion.[break][break]
One of the more hidden aspects of her personality awakens only under certain cirumstances, and only due to the one thing she prefers to keep hidden from all those but the ones closest to her. For most to the entirety of her life Morgan has dealt with a condition known as Synesthesia, specifically of the audio-tactile variety. What this means, in short, is that songs and musical tones specifically can cause her to experience physical sensations, and she has a small list of songs that she’d decided are strictly off-limits while she’s in public, for very good reasons. While this led to a brief stint as a DJ during the course of her more rebellious years, it ended up with her learning a variety of instruments over the course of her lifespan- which was already rife with tutors as it was, so the addition of a few musical ones hadn’t created much of a dent within her schedule.[break][break]
For all of her faults and sides there’s an ever darker notion that shrouds Morgan consistently: that of the legendary currently trapped within her. As the current host of the Pitch-Black Pokemon known as Darkrai, she has moments where she seems almost strained, a mental battle almost constantly occurring between herself and the legend. In truth it truly is a winner-takes-all war, as should either one lose they would be wholly consumed by the other. Because of this Morgan takes care to avoid situations where she’d become emotionally or mentally compromised in some way, as she knows full well that Darkrai wouldn’t hesitate to seize control if she showed a large enough opening. This perhaps explains her overtly casual and almost obnoxious nonchalance that she wears at all times. While it isn’t totally impossible to get close to her, it becomes especially more dangerous should the Aegis Queen end up falling in love- something she’s fully aware of and has sought to avoid at nearly all costs. For the risk of a betrayal that could cut that deep is one she isn’t keen on risking, however much Darkrai insists she should “live a little.”
This kitten got my tongue tied in knots, you see[break] Spit it out cause I'm dying for company
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See the sunlight, we ain't stopping
Born to the then young entrepreneur couple of Severus and Brittany Aegis, Morgan Raezel Aegis spent much of her early years within the Aegis Estate near Erayo City alongside her younger sister Melody. A girl with widely varied tastes ranging from firearms to competitive gaming, Morgan showed a strange connection to music from a young age. After a particularly chilling incident at the age of five, Morgan’s parents took her to the hospital, where they found out that the young girl had been born with a unique condition known as synesthesia, more specifically audio-tactile synesthesia, which caused sounds and, most notably, music to induce select physical sensations for the girl. Seeing the condition as more of a musical gift than a hindrance, Morgan found herself constantly exposed to music at a young age.[break][break]
Much like Morgan, her sister Melody had displayed similar signs, though to such a selective degree that a full diagnosis wasn’t quite possible. What was most notable of Melody, however, was her exceptionally keen eyesight. With both girls praised by their parents for their unique qualities, the pair quickly formed a bond far stronger than even most bonds between siblings. As if to prove the point, many of those who met the pair would have trouble being dissuaded from the ideal that the pair of them were twins. [break][break]
Being from a prestigious and well-off family, the pair of girls were raised and taught by tutors paid for by their parents. Morgan quickly proved to be the more critically-minded of the two girls, with Melody more capable on topics concerning spatial thinking. From here, the two girls only advanced at an accelerated pace through their studies.[break][break]
Keep on dancing till the world ends
One could suppose that it came as no surprise that when Morgan reached the age of seven, it was arranged for her to begin taking music lessons. Her parents, seeing her synesthesia as a musical gift, quickly allowed the girl to engross herself into the musical world as early as she was ready, leading to Morgan learning a wide range of instruments over the course of her years. Piano, violin, guitar, drumset, and even delving into the intricacies of digital music creation as well as singing as well. And as studies show, Morgan’s marks on tests only seemed to improve with each instrument she learned. While she performed no recitals or concerts, Morgan’s musical prowess, according to her tutor, rivalled that of most professional musicians by the time she was thirteen, and by all accounts that may have been the personal career Morgan chose to pursue were it not for her swift introduction to the world of competitive online gaming.[break][break]
At this point in her life, one must understand that Morgan was a rather quiet individual, choosing to express herself more dominantly through her music and literature than any sort of spoken interaction. Perhaps then it could be seen as a good thing that she chose to engross herself into gaming, as the rise of her competitive spirit caused her to become decided more vocal as well as confident in tone and stance. The games she played and competed on were ones that she seemed to grasp easily, and she quickly rose through each ranked ladder within a matter of a year or less. Quickly gaining popularity among several online circles by the moniker of “Zero Sigma”, or more simply known as Zero, it was in these early years of gaming that she found a second home among the allies and companions she found within the digital realm.[break][break]
Indeed, Zero Sigma’s popularity spiked during Morgan’s fifteenth year, when she earned herself a spot in a world championship for one of the first-person shooters she had held one of the top ten ranked slots for since a few months prior. The youngest individual to compete at the professional level for the game, and she caused one of the greatest upsets in recent professional history when she pulled a clutch kill to pull ahead of the only other finalist within the last three seconds of the final game. Returning home to a round of applause from her parents- who, while skeptical of the potential lifespan of esports, had gained a newfound respect for the competitive gaming scene after seeing the personal growth it had induced within their eldest daughter. Indeed, in the coming year Morgan would attend five other tournaments, winning four and placing among the top three in the fifth, and the popularity only spiked more so when her familial ties to the Aegis Corporation were revealed.[break][break]
Needless to say, her own father had quite the successful boom for his business after deciding to sell merch revolving around his daughter’s esports career.[break][break]
First and foremost, however, she was the eldest child of the Aegis family, and with that came the responsibility of inheriting the family business. Pro gamer that she may have been- and still is- her first obligation was to her family, and she quickly found that she had to balance work and play in order to successfully appease her father’s mounting expectations… for a time.[break][break]
If you feel it, let it happen
Morgan remembers very clearly what she was doing on that fateful day of her seventeenth year. The day that Imum struck. She’d been waiting outside of a gaming convention for Melody to return to the car, chatting with her father over a video call. She remembers leaning the seat back just in time to hear the news channel flicker over the call, the breaking news of the incident coming over just barely until she reached forward and flicked the radio on.[break][break]
By the time Melody got back to the car, they were announcing the estimated initial death toll. In the ensuing months, she found herself aiding in a rather interesting fashion: using her critical-thinking skills as she took the role of Overwatch for her sister, who quickly found work as a soldier on the front-lines fighting against Imum during the war. It was during this time that Morgan found that she herself was quite the shot with a sniper rifle, though as that may be the case she earned her second nickname through rather dangerous circumstances.[break][break]
As Imum tore Lyeant apart in a systematic onslaught of everything the two girls had known, Morgan herself found herself near death after Imum forces located her base of operations through the war. Forced to fight her way out, Morgan grabbed the nearest weapon she could: a polearm, more specifically a spear designed for combat less than throwing. Using the hand-eye coordination gained from years of gaming alongside her capability and familiarity with firearms- courtesy of her sister- she held out for an entire hour and a half against Imum before her sister and the squadron Melody led showed up just in time to save Morgan’s life for good. Looking over the bloodied bodies of both friend and foe, and after receiving a rather detailed personal account from an oddly quiet Morgan, it was deduced that the Aegis heir had slain a total of thirty-five individuals on her own with nothing more than a spear and nine pistol rounds. So it was that the soldiers of that squadron dubbed their leader’s sister as “Lancer” as a recognition of her apparent prowess with the weapon.[break][break]
Indeed, it was a name that would fit Morgan well over the rest of the war. Taking the title as her moniker during the war, she took it upon herself to aid her sister in rooting out Imum wherever they could, a task which caused Morgan to gather a great deal more combat experience than she would’ve had otherwise.[break][break]
And that experienced served her well when Imum laid siege to Erayo City. Once a vibrant town full of entertainment, as a battlefield Morgan’s hometown was a drastically different environment. Streets she’d walked as a kid were now littered with rubble and bodies of those who she’d seen every day… then she and Melody came to the estate. The last defensible structure in Erayo City, the Aegis family estate very quickly came under Imum attack, and Melody and Morgan were instantly there to defend their home with every ounce of rage within them. It was here that Melody made known the weapon of her creation: The Aegis MK.1 Infantry-Mounted Artillery Railgun. IMAR. The IMAR quickly proved to be a devastating weapon, cleaving through Imum’s assault with all the power one would expect of such a weapon, but not all could be saved with such ease. Eventually, the Aegis estate began to suffer more damage than had been originally anticipated, and as the girls cleared a path for their parents to escape through, the roof of the estate caved in.[break][break]
Morgan remembers the moment her father died with more clarity than even the start of the war. Crushed beneath the debris, her father’s last words were of confidence and sorrow. He’d taught Morgan all he could, and so he left the estate, as well as the fate of the company, in her hands.[break][break]
To say that Morgan turned her rage into a weapon more deadly than IMAR itself could’ve been considered an understatement after the mass of corpses she left to rot in front of the Aegis estate. Indeed, the girl was nearly entirely covered in blood, her lance a deep crimson down much of its length. The two siblings had fought tooth and nail for their family home, and though a fair few sections of it had been destroyed, there was enough of it that they could repair it after the war, but as of that point they couldn’t stay any longer to protect it further. Much of Melody’s squadron had given their lives in defense of Erayo City, and while a fair number of the populace had been saved it was still nothing compared to the numbers the city had possessed before.[break][break]
And so it was that Morgan and Melody found themselves within Irisia at the war’s end, the former approaching the Aegis Corporation building within the city to solemnly inform the company employees there not only of the change in leadership, but the devastation that the company itself had withstood. The company would survive, she had said, and she promised each of those there that she would all she could to ensure they kept their current lifestyle.
Keep on dancing till the world ends
After so much, one would hope that the newly-indicted Aegis CEO would’ve been able to spend the remainder of those years in relative peace, and while it certainly seemed as though that would be the case, it didn’t take long for Morgan to take notice of the encroaching dark that seemed to eclipse her being at times. It took not much longer for the entity to make itself known, announcing itself as the Pitch-Black Pokemon Darkrai before calmly stating that it would be taking control of Morgan’s body from that point forward. In the first round of a battle of wills that has since persisted, Morgan fight back the shade, furiously telling Darkrai that she would not simply be giving any creature her body, legend or not.[break][break]
In the first few months, the internal war was fierce, and threatened several times to leave Morgan swallowed by the abyss that Darkrai threatened to send her to. Her spirit was one that would not take defeat so easily, if at all, and it saw the war between itself and Darkrai as a competition, something that only proved to bolster Morgan’s resistance against the legendary’s influence. The two now share an uneasy companionship, each one fully aware of the price of weakness, and it was here that Morgan began to develop into the nonchalance that she now wears, her entire personality seeming to reshape ever-so-slightly to better allow her to combat the legend that had taken her for its host.[break][break]
Because weakness would surely result in Darkrai consuming her completely, just as the legend expressing weakness would result in Morgan taking both its power and name for herself.[break][break] "Why must you fight so vehemently, Morgan? Are all mortals as stubborn as you?"[break] "There are none like me, and I’ll die before I let you take me so easily."
there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> HATESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> LOVESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> WANTED
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
