With a muted sigh, Laurent glanced over the pile of tomes sitting before him. Reading them had been more than dubious, and even with several days dedicated to the act, he’d only managed to get through about half of them. The information was much more complicated than he imagined it would be, and while some theories line up, just as many contradict one another and it felt as if all the efforts simply landed him back at square one.

Setting the book he’d just finished aside, Laurent removed his glasses and closed his eyes, rubbing the backs gently. As enjoyable as he found research to be, it was hardly kind on his eyes for prolonged periods. Small text was wonderful - so much information could be stored in a tome or scroll with tiny words, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if his need for glasses were due to late hours in the dark squinting at small fonts over genetics. Or a combination of both - tch, and he called himself a scholar.

"This… is far more complicated than I initially anticipated," he muttered, picking up a long sheet of parchment he’d been jotting down experimental ideas on. His second theory had, most unfortunately, been proven too dangerous by at least two books, which left him with only three ideas left. None of them were phenomenal, but at least they were somewhat safe in comparison to most of the things he opted to try when on his own.

"Morgan," he called out, setting the parchment aside, "if you’re still here attempting to practice your espionage amongst the tome piles, I believe I have procured a reasonable starting point for our experiments."

Hey your just in time for time stackers do you want to go first?

grandmastermoragan:

shadedperseverance:

"Tome…" Laurent trailed off as his eyes widened a fraction. If it wasn’t one person giving him a panic attack, it was another, and the mere idea of the game made his stomach churn. The poor, innocent tomes so painstakingly collected doomed to a fate of disarray and damage from their forced involvement in the horrible game. Not that he wanted to see Morgan hurt either. But the tomes…!

"Of course not!" he replied, adjusting his glasses as he straightened his spine and looked upon the other with a frown. "There will be no ‘going first’ nor second, or any phases that might follow. Such a bizarre game is an outlandish endeavour. You risk not only the texts which we’ve collected for the purpose of knowledge and research, but yourself. I’ve said this time and time again."

Morgana blinks.Hearing Laurent speak to her like that hurt. “I’m sorry. I thought you would like to do something that I find relaxing- I wont bother you with my outlandish endeavor ever again.”

She turns away from the mage and collects the books into her arms. Hurrying to get them and and get out before he saw her cry. Morgana couldn’t understand why he was so set on this. However his words hurt.

As she leaves the mess hall she drops one of her tomes.

Looking aghast, Laurent stared at Morgana as she made her exit. Isn’t the first time he’s caught someone playing the ridiculous game, and he thought he’d made the dangerous of it clear the first time he’d managed to stop it before it started. Logically, he knew this couldn’t be forgotten so easily, but even in his rather questionable state of social skills, he could tell something was off.

"Mor—" the mage paused, looking down as he felt his foot hit something solid. A single book lay in the grass outside the tent he’d just left. He recognised the cover with ease and quickly placed where he’d seen it before. At the very least, he held comfort in the fact that he now had a reasonable excuse for following after her.

Setting off at a brisk walk, Laurent followed the sound of footsteps as best he was able without attracting extra attention. It was, after all, his respinsability to make up for this. Having someone stop him would only make that more difficult. “Morgana!”

Hey your just in time for time stackers do you want to go first?

"Tome…" Laurent trailed off as his eyes widened a fraction. If it wasn’t one person giving him a panic attack, it was another, and the mere idea of the game made his stomach churn. The poor, innocent tomes so painstakingly collected doomed to a fate of disarray and damage from their forced involvement in the horrible game. Not that he wanted to see Morgan hurt either. But the tomes…!

"Of course not!" he replied, adjusting his glasses as he straightened his spine and looked upon the other with a frown. "There will be no ‘going first’ nor second, or any phases that might follow. Such a bizarre game is an outlandish endeavour. You risk not only the texts which we’ve collected for the purpose of knowledge and research, but yourself. I’ve said this time and time again."

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morganthetactician:

"Hmm, well let’s see…" Morgan furrowed his eyebrows. "I’m always looking for more books on tactics, so I can see if the bookstore is more stocked up on those. I reeeeeally feel like getting some marshmallows too…not to mention it’s about lunchtime. We could go get some lunch while we’re in town too!" Morgan smiled, excited at the prospect. "Er, do you think that sounds okay, that is?"

Marshmallows…? Laurent thought, confusion crossing his features. It seemed an odd urge to have without reason, but far be it from him to judge the wants of others. He wasn’t exactly normal himself when he suddenly set his eyes on something. “I… suppose that will pass as reason enough to enter town without suspicion. Assuming no desire is expressed to examine the tomes I return with, we shouldn’t arose any suspicions from our travelling companions.”

morganthetactician:

"Confidential? Hm, I hadn’t really thought about that, but now that you bring it up…" Morgan’s voice trailed off. There were probably quite a few people he couldn’t or at least shouldn’t tell. He knew that for a fact. But was there anyone he felt he should tell? Well…Lucina obviously trusted Laurent. He would be okay with either of them sharing it with her. He didn’t know who else would place their confidence in Laurent, though, and he wouldn’t want anyone hunting down the mage upon hearing about this.

"Well, Morgana most definitely shouldn’t know. I wouldn’t want her getting mad at you or anything. She’s really sweet and protective of me but…sometimes overly so. My mother probably wouldn’t take too kindly to it either…I guess if you did want to share it with someone, you could share it with Lucina. It seems pretty clear to me she trusts you a lot. She knows I have a lot of questions about my past too. I hope she’ll be okay with it. I’m…not really sure if there’s anyone else we could share it with though. I wouldn’t want people getting irrationally upset at you, Laurent." The tactician frowned. "So…I suppose for the benefit of everyone, though I dislike saying this and dislike having to keep things this way, it’s probably for the best that we keep this mostly quiet until we at least figure out more about it."

Laurent nodded in agreement as he played the idea information over in his mind. Briefly, he considered asking permission to go to his mother, but really, in th end, the less excitement the better. He trusted his mother most explicitly, but he also knew her tendency to get carried away or excited. He had inherited that habit himself, though thankfully, somehow, he’d taken in just as much as his father’s more down-to-earth habits.

"I am inclined to agree, until we are able to properly assess what is to come, it may be best to remain silent. Causing confusion or concern when there is already a great deal of stress upon the camp would only prove to be problematic toward current goals and affairs."

Now… he just needed to figure out where to begin. He could set out into town immediately, but would that risk gaining attention? “Do you have anything you require in the town nearby? Should we go together under the claim of supplies, I may be able to get research materials sooner than later.”

easter-bunny-yarne:

Yarne nodded in confidence with a smile. “Indeed it has, my friend.” The taguel was silent for a moment of hesitation before finally gathering up his tea cup and everything. “We should clean up before morning. Naga only knows Brady or Maribelle will kill us if they notice anything amiss with the tea sets.”

Clearing his throat, Laurent nodded as he stood up and took the rest of the dishes in his arms. Both Brady and Maribelle were reasonable people on a whole, but he’d witnessed both their tempers before and the mage had no desire to be the target of such emotions. Risen looked kinder in comparison to some of the mighty forces the Ylissian army could offer. “Quite,” he replied, glancing around the tent. It would be in poor luck should one of them have woken early. “Allow me to assist you in the sanitation procedure.”

morganthetactician:

shadedperseverance:

It was a split feeling when Laurent heard Morgan’s answer. The prospect of having someone willing to let him perform experiments was a new prospect. He didn’t quite have the fear factor or persuasion talents his mother had. Thus, most of his were done solo or with the assistance of one of his parents. Now that he had a chance waiting right in front of him, he hesitated. He didn’t want something to go wrong; the slightest miscalculations could bring great harm upon his friend.

"I understand why you want to do this Morgan," he began, lacing his fingers together, "However, as of my current abilities and knowledge of such topics, I am not confident that I would be of assistance to you. I am, of course, willing to research this and perhaps help once I have acquired a stronger understanding." A slight feeling of guilt built in the back of his mind; what if he was disappointing Morgan with his choice? Or what if the young tactician had thought he would know exactly what do to? "If you are willing to give me some time…"

"Oh, of course!" Morgan said in reply to the mage, nodding his head vigorously. "I mean, I wouldn’t want to rush you or anything, after all. It’s better to be safe than sorry with things like this, isn’t it?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I would imagine it would have to take a lot of work and research to figure it all out, all things considered. Anyways, I trust you to do this at your own pace and do things when you are fully prepared. I wouldn’t want to get too hasty with this or anything."

I suppose memories and the human mind ARE tricky things Morgan thought. He really had no impatience about this. Maybe some people thought Laurent was weird, and Morgan guessed he was kinda quirky, but at heart, Morgan knew Laurent was a good person, and Morgan trusted him fully. Morgan was starting to think he very much was right to come to Laurent about this matter. At least, the way Laurent was approaching this sort of reinforced that idea in the tactician’s head, in any case. Lucina clearly trusted the mage a lot too, and Morgan always trusted her judgement with things.

Morgan was willing to wait, and for that much Laurent was grateful. His mind reeled, trying to work together in his mind where he could even begin. Their travels didn’t make it easy to obtain new tomes. At times he would join his mother for a quick run into town, but seldom did he have time to do any true investigating. Putting in a request with to remain stationary longer would only gain attention that was unwanted, and given the circumstances, neither of them needed added pressure about this.

"Am I to correctly hypothesis you wish for our endeavours to remain confidential?" Considering it, he wouldn’t want Morgan’s parents to know what he was up to. He knew well what his own mother was capable of when he was endangered, and having their extremely capable tactician after his head was less than appealing. “Or is there someone who is aware of what we will be doing?”

If this was a secret, he’d need to plan accordingly; a tent would hardly offer them privacy.

easter-bunny-yarne:

Yarne paused again after Laurent has finished speaking. He sighed as a tiny smile came across his face and his shoulders relaxed. He shook his head. “Somethings just don’t change, I guess,” he muttered before looking back up at the mage. He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah…I suppose it has,” he said softly. “Would you…perhaps be up for doing this again? maybe another night when neither of us can sleep?”

Sighing softly in relief, Laurent’s expression softened as he offered his companion a light nod. This was a far more appealing turn of events than he’d initially imagined. His lips curved into a small, allowing his hands to relax and loosen their grip on the fabric of his tunic. “I would be most honoured and pleased to join you again, Yarne,” he began. “I’ve found this to be relaxing both mentally and physically - has the same phenomenon befallen you?”

"Er, hey, Laurent, do you have a moment?" Morgan asked a bit shyly.

morganthetactician:

shadedperseverance:

Looking up from the pile of parchment he’d been pouring over, Laurent blinked owlishly at the sudden presence of one of his comrades. It only took his mind but a second to process the face and a name fell from his lips, “Morgan,” he straightened his back and pushed the notes away, nodding. “Yes, of course. How might I be of assistance?”

Morgan closed his eyes. He took in and exhaled a deep breath as he weighed the reality of what Laurent told him. He had thought about this before, but he wanted to make sure he had full strength and confidence in his mind and in his voice before he decided on doing anything. He knew that there was potential for him to lose memories…but there was so much more to gain. He reached into his robes and pulled out the journal/drawing book Lucina had given him long ago for his birthday when he was 10. He nodded slowly.

"Yes, I am sure, Laurent." the tactician replied, his voice unwavering. "I have been keeping track of things in this journal Lucina gave me a while ago. It’s helped myself and Morgana remember things, and if there are any more important things, I can keep them here. I know I run the risk of losing more but…I trust you completely Laurent. I…" Morgan softly smiled, "I remember a lot of things about you, Laurent, and I know you will be as careful as you can. The way I see it…I think there’s more to gain than to lose anyways."

It was a split feeling when Laurent heard Morgan’s answer. The prospect of having someone willing to let him perform experiments was a new prospect. He didn’t quite have the fear factor or persuasion talents his mother had. Thus, most of his were done solo or with the assistance of one of his parents. Now that he had a chance waiting right in front of him, he hesitated. He didn’t want something to go wrong; the slightest miscalculations could bring great harm upon his friend.

"I understand why you want to do this Morgan," he began, lacing his fingers together, "However, as of my current abilities and knowledge of such topics, I am not confident that I would be of assistance to you. I am, of course, willing to research this and perhaps help once I have acquired a stronger understanding." A slight feeling of guilt built in the back of his mind; what if he was disappointing Morgan with his choice? Or what if the young tactician had thought he would know exactly what do to? "If you are willing to give me some time…"