"Sir," One of the Risen Falcon Knights, (or is she a Dark Flier? I can never tell those two classes apart when I'm not functioning as a Tactician,) walked into my command tent, (as opposed to my… not command tent, I guess,) "Your sister is advancing. I'd give it five minutes at most before she breaks through our ranks completely."
"Good, good," I nodded before continuing, "Let her group make it to the Outrealm Gate, wait for them to pass through, and then send some warriors, myrmidons, and archers after them. Have to keep up the dramatics, after all." Appearances aside, having some risen to fight right after making it through should help them regain their skill quickly. (As mother can attest, the level drain after passing through is, and I quote, 'a bitch.')
"Ah, I haven't made myself clear," the Falcon Knight, (if the sword she unsheathed is any indication, although she could just be carrying it around for kicks. I mean, look at me, Sorcerer, yet still carrying a brave sword around,) "Your sister's marching up the hill in our direction," the knight stuck her head out the tent for a look, "And I'd like to revise my estimate to two minutes."
"! #%" I really hope this is just another of your convoluted plans, Lucina. But I better plan for the 'Friendship! Sunshine! Puppies!' option as well, (you'd think someone capable of thinking circles around me wouldn't go for that redemption for everyone crap, but maybe she sees something I don't,) "Ugh, just… tell everyone to stand down, she probably wants to talk, or maybe challenge me to single combat or something. …If I die, or appear to, standard operating procedures apply, you know, act like you've all lost stability and then just pretend to sink into the earth or something." I paused to think for a bit before adding, "And send a group to follow them through the Gate if they decide to go through it after whatever happens."
"At once." The… ugh, god dammit, let's just say the Risen, (why would you even carrying a sword and a tome as a Pegasus rider!? Inductive reasoning does jack when all of you act orthogonally to common sense!) saluted before marching out the tent.
Ugh, priorities first, "Convoy: Tomes: Aversa's Night." I have no idea who invented the Convoy… skill, I'd say spell, but father could use it too, and he's about as magically inclined as a below average rock. (Seriously, have you seen some of the rocks on this continent?) Anyway, it functions as a large (possibly infinite, but it's not like I'm going to stuff rocks into it just to find out its max capacity,) storage space for supplies. Oh man, I almost taste the tears of the Logisticians who had to feed and equip an army before this was invented.
…
But my wandering thoughts are just to distract from what's coming. Well… I suppose it would've been too easy for me if everything would just go as planned for once.
Tucking aunt Aversa's tome under my arm, I headed out to greet my sister and her… company, since it's not large enough to be called an army, composed mainly of my childhood friends. (Some childhood, spending every day and night killing zombies and running from mother, who summoned said zombies. …Still beats what my sister would tell me about school, though.)
"…Lucina."
"Morgan."
"So, uh," I began, "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE!?" I mean, seriously? Just walk through the portal and be done with it already. Everyone we know would probably have a better life that way. (Well, the changes wouldn't really affect this timeline, but fuck this timeline. When even the evil overlady of the world doesn't like it, there's something seriously wrong.)
"You did surround us," was her rebuttal.
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, because piles of mooks could definitely slow you down. I mean, it's not like Galeforce doubles your movement and attack speed when you're fighting, or anything." I pretended to go into my 'thinking pose', "I mean, I guess the male half of your little resistance might be out of luck unless their mom happened to be a Dark Flier, but they could just follow the better half around." Supposedly increasing the better half's stats while they're 'paired up,' but I still don't understand how sitting around doing literally nothing could make someone else swing a sword faster and stronger. "So yeah, any reason you didn't just steamroll over my army and waltz through the Outrealm Gate?"
"…Not without you." Oh god, it is the friendship and sunshine logic that made her do this. I need a vulnerary. Well… it looks like my army is keeping her little ragtag band of adventurers busy, so we have some time to talk.
"Convoy:" She tensed, expecting an attack, "Items: Vulnerary." She relaxed again after seeing the bag of herbs I produced. (Never did figure out if you're supposed to rub them on the wound or just eat them, eating them seems to reduce the amount of headaches I tend to have, though, so I always keep at least a year's supply in storage.) "Do you not know the meaning of give up or what?" I munched on a leaf as I talked, "Really sis, when someone up and walks out of your little army to join the 'Empire'" I made finger quotes, transferring the bag of herbs to my mouth to be held temporarily as I did so, "It's probably a good idea to just give up on them. Who knows when I might just do the same thing again, even if I decided to come back." I mean, it's not like I killed any of them on the way out, (or in the years afterwards,) but damn, five years of zero communication really should've made her give up. "Anyway, didn't you ever bother class changing into Grandmaster? I know you have the capability. You should know exactly why I left if you did."
Namely, a severed finger from mother's dead body holds more tactical prowess than the rest of the world combined. Thus, the only reason 'La Résistance' is a thing is because mother wanted to keep us around. (Reason being, apparently being the greatest tactical genius that ever lived means you tend to be bored, like, really bored. And she was just trying to goad Lucina into sealing her away for a thousand years, in between plots of pretending to conquer the multiverse, actually conquering the multiverse, fighting off heroes from other dimensions, and having mother and son picnics with me. The last isn't so much a plot per se, but you wouldn't know it from the amount of planning she does.)
"Yes," She rolled her eyes, "I was definitely going to do the exactly same thing as what made you just randomly WALK OUT ON EVERYONE! Do you have any idea how worried we were? Most of us thought you got ambushed and turned into a zombie! Hell, I know Owain still thinks that way." Huh, I guess it would look like I got randomly mind controlled, didn't think of that.
"Well, if you don't know," I opened the tome I tucked under my arms earlier, signaling the end of the conversation, "Then you should have no reason to believe I would join you… And thus no reason not to expect… this." Reading a few lines from the tome, I sent a bolt of darkness in her direction.
And the world was lost to the clash of spell and steel.
…
"Aether." …Doesn't look like I'm going to survive this. Well, it's for the best, I suppose, hopefully she'll be less naïve after this.
Take forty damage from Sol, take… fifty-nine, hah, my favorite number, from Luna. Yeah… this would've been lethal even if I was at full health.
"…I'm alive." Way to state the obvious, self. Well, I suppose a Miracle for the follower of an evil Goddess is a miracle none the less.
"Glad to see you're awake, little brother." My sister beamed down at me, "Though it might've been better if you stayed unconscious for the trip. From what I can see, the trip through the Out Realms would be rather… unpleasant." That would be the understatement of the year, and I live with someone who considers a thousand year sleep a 'nice nap.'
"No." I push her away from me, "I'll tell you this now, if you bring me with you… Mother's going to be far more serious in fighting you," something like one percent of one percent, as opposed to one percent of that. (…Okay, I might be overestimating the amount of power she's using.)
"Don't be so pessimistic," Sis grinned before pushing me through the glowing purple portal, (I would assume that the stone archway around the Outrealm Gate is indestructible, that's the only explanation of why something this obviously magical isn't broken down and used for spell components yet,) "It'll work out."
…I hate my life so much. God dammit, this isn't even a parallel universe anymore! Because I'm pretty bloody sure I'd notice if the bloody moon is bloody red!
"Convoy: Items: Roster." Let's see… Oh, good, I'm not completely de-leveled, all my stats are still in the high tens and low twenties. Seems like I've kept all my skills too, neat. …God I hope this world has some master seals, cause I've never though to stock up since… why would I ever want to class change into a unprompted class?
Well, let's go head to the gigantic building over there. Hopefully there's people that can point me in the right direction of getting the hell out of this universe. (Worst comes to worst, I can always fight the people there for some easy exp.)
A/N:
So yeah, Fire Emblem and Rosario & Vampire Crossover. It's officially a thing that's real, now. Yeah, I have no idea where I was going with this either. (While I often write characters who never outright lie, I do. So take everything I say with a grain of salt.)
Stats for the Morgan v. Lucina fight.
Morgan:
Class: Sorcerer
Weapon: Aversa's Night (Mt: 20 (+5, forging); Hit: 75; Crit: 9 (+9, forging); Extra: Recovers 1/2 damage dealt.)
Attributes:
HP: 80/80
Str: 42/42
Mag: 59/59
Skl: 50/50
Spd: 54/54
Luk: 56/56
Def: 48/48
Res: 55/55
Active Skills:
Rightful King
Galeforce
Miracle
Renewal
Limit Break
Lucina:
Class: Great Lord
Weapon: Falchion (Mt: 12; Hit: 80; Crit: 5; Effective: Dragon, Evil; Extra: Can be used to recover 20 HP.)
HP: 80/80
Str: 52/52
Mag: 45/45
Skl: 54/54
Spd: 58/58
Luk: 56/56
Def: 47/47
Res: 51/51
Active Skills:
Rightful King
Galeforce
Aether
Pass
Limit Break
Morgan, post Outrealm Gate:
Weapon: Parallel Falchion (Mt: 12; Hit: 80; Crit: 5; Effective: Dragon, Evil; Extra: Can be used to recover 20 HP.)
Class: Tactician
HP: 25/60
Str: 16/27
Mag: 21/30
Skl: 16/27
Spd: 17/29
Luk: 16/31
Def: 15/22
Res: 18/26
Active Skills:
N/A (Morgan can choose skills at will outside of combat.)