Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-29038468-20200527062354

"I suppose I'm not..." She starts taking off her glasses and closing her eyes. She tucks them back into the cloak and turns around toward the manor. "But I don't think you'd be heartless enough to cause a young girl nearing the end of her lifespan such grief and stress. She doesn't even know we exist you know...But I suppose it doesn't matter much. Despise us as you must and do as you see fit to protect your home and loved ones. We on the other hand will do as we need to ensure that as little goes wrong as possible. Tell me, what would you do if your future self came to you and said you'd cause such pain and heartache to others? Such is the lot of Ophelia..." Morgan says looking up at the manor.

Then the shadow beneath her grows and separates, forming into a duplicate body of Ophelia. This one opens her eyes and one is purple while the other is crimson red. "What? Why the hell we taking orders from this chump? We're ten times more powerful than he is in our own time! Here, all we'd have to do is just touch him and he'd break!" The new Morgan's voice is more brash, her body is tense, ready to snap at a moments notice. "He said we're not welcome and that's the end of the matter. Your threats will obviously get us nowhere, we shall stay at the tavern and clear the patrons and staff out when the time comes." The first Morgan tells her. "Screw that noise! You're not the boss of me and he's not the boss of me! We're taking a room in that manor!" The second shouts rushing at Marcus.

In a snap, the first Morgan grabs the second's arm, holding her in place. "We've disgraced ourselves enough here, Father and Mother would be disappointed. We're leaving. Now." She says opening her eyes. They too, are purple and crimson. "Grrr...You know as well as I do what will happen if we stay there! This is the only place we can go, she said so!" The second growls back. "What will happen will happen, we, much like humans cannot alter the flow of history. If it is fated to happen, then so be it." The first replies calmly. The second Morgan glares at Marcus with pure malice and spits in his direction. "This is YOUR fault! I hope Cyndewella doesn't cast you out for YOUR mistake! Those people will get hurt and it will be your fault!" She growls. "Quiet, we've done and said quite enough for children who haven't been born yet. Let us be off." The first says absorbing the second back into her shadow. Morgan bows before Marcus and turns. "Our deepest apologies and I do hope you won't hold it against the actual Morgan or Ophelia. I know I have no place to ask this of you, but I do hope you'll at least come to visit her, it would make Ophelia happy." She says before starting to walk away.