Name: Morgan Fey
Vehicle: The Sacred Hearse (A hearse that has been used by the Fey family for four generations and counting. Be careful not to even breathe near it when Morgan's around, lest you end up in the back.)
Vehicle Armor: 1/5 (Hearses normally have more resilient defenses; but then again, most hearses aren't driven by women whose pupils completely disappear when they're angry and who prefer a more head-on approach to solving their problems.)
Vehicle Speed: 4/5 (The original speed rating for this vehicle was a 2/5, but when it's being driven by a ruthless, psychopathic woman who is seen as sick by her demented daughter who killed two people and tried to kill three more, it becomes a 4/5)
Vehicle Handling: Sluggish (One's vehicle can't turn all that fast when the back is filled with ten tourists who forgot to address Pearl as 'Mystic Pearl'.)
Special Weapon: 5/5 (Old Lady Thelma- Don't underestimate the power of community in a small village like Kurain. Take Morgan's good old friend, Thelma Maite, who lives two doors down, for example, whose brother's wife's friend's friend's third-cousin's husband's old fourth-grade teacher's niece's bus driver's accountant's dentist's thrice removed second-cousin's friend's sister's husband is an exceedingly influential member of Congress, and with one quick phone call to Thelma, Morgan can have the entire military at her disposal to destroy her enemies.)
Bio: Hello, valued person who I am honored to be in the presence of, my name is Morgan Fey, a lowly member of a lowly branch family residing in lovely Kurain Village- though please, do show me the proper respect that I deserve and address me as 'Mystic Morgan'. A little over 26 years ago, I was part of the main family, destined to become the Master, the leader, of my village, when suddenly, my sister most foul, Misty, usurped my title from me; causing me to lose my husband, my dignity, and any sort of happiness in my heart and leaving only an empty void in its place- a void that has since been filled with bitterness, a desire for vengeance, and the ability to make tea so bitter that you'd lose your tongue and jaw-droppingly large strawberry deserts. Though once my sister left the village, as well as her eldest daughter, leaving only her other slow-witted daughter behind, I tried on two separate occasions to kill that wretched girl and place my own youngest daughter, Mystic Pearl, an unparalleled prodigy in the art of spirit channeling, in her rightful place as the Master- but alas, that never came to be due to the incompetence of my accomplices, as well as that bluffing attorney friend of hers who never knew when to quit. After my last defeat, I had nearly given up all hope that the balance of power would be restored in Kurain Village… but then a miracle occurred in the form of Mr. Gavin's television show. Yes… once I win this competition, I shall right the many wrongs that I have suffered and bring about a golden age of prosperity for Kurain Village- to that, I promise…
Kristoph sits on his usual bench, humming 'Solitary Confinement- Darkness Theme' to himself as he reads his usual newspaper, patiently waiting for the winner of 'Debauched Steel' to come and claim their prize.
Suddenly, Kristoph's reading is interrupted when he hears a soft, polite clearing of the throat, which, upon lowering his newspaper, he sees its source- Morgan Fey, who stands patiently before him as she sips from the cup of tea that she always carries with her.
"Ah, Ms. Fey, it's a pleasure to see you." Kristoph calmly responds, flashing the woman a soft grin.
"Oh no, Mr. Gavin, the pleasure's all mine." Morgan smiles back. "For in addition to your show, you are the man who struck down that fool Phoenix Wright and stripped him of his livelihood and honor- a deed that I took great pleasure in learning of."
"'Twas nothing, Ms. Fey. I only did what I had to do."
"Yes… Too bad it ended with that bluffing fool turning your protégé, and even your own brother, against you and sentencing you to life in prison- just like how he did to me in regards to my daughter…" Morgan's face contorts into a cold, soul-piercing glare that causes her pupils to disappear, though it doesn't seem to faze Kristoph, who just keeps grinning through unwavering eyes. "Speaking of which, how is my old prison cell? You know, Solitary Cell #13? I was moved out of it roughly after Wright was disbarred and heard that you were its most recent resident." The woman calmly asks, taking a sip of tea as if wasn't embittered just mere seconds ago.
"Fine, fine…" Kristoph pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "The brick walls were a bit faded, but I was able to supplement that by using my connections to spruce up the space with some furniture from my home- my favorite armchair, a few end tables, a bookshelf filled with my favorite novels; you know, the basics."
"A pleasure to hear." Morgan sips her tea again.
"Well, Ms. Fey, as much as I'd like to continue this pleasant conversation, I'm a busy man with many items on my itinerary, so please make your wish so that we may both be on our merry ways."
Morgan lets out a refined chuckle. "Oh, esteemed sir, you certainly need not ask me twice. My wish is quite simple, really- to usurp that intolerable brat, Maya Fey's, position of Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique and claim it for myself!" Morgan proclaims as she scowls at Kristoph with a look that feels as though it's boring holes into his very soul, though his appearance wouldn't show it.
"Alright then, if that's what you desire, I'll make you the Master." Kristoph raises his hands, ready to grant the wish, but is stopped when Morgan raises her own hand and clears her throat in a fashion more assertive than that of earlier.
"Please wait, Mr. Gavin. I have yet to finish my wish." Morgan states in a wry tone.
"Well, then what IS the rest of your wish?"
"Considering my lack of spiritual powers, if I were to take the role of Master, I could be overthrown with little difficulty. That is why my wish is for you to give me the spiritual power that will allow me to outshine that of my impudent niece!" Morgan requests with a smug grin, proud of herself for thinking ahead in such a manner befitting one deserving of the honor of leading Kurain.
A devious smirk spreads across Kristoph's face. "Granted…"
Kristoph raises his arms in the air, causing bolts of electricity to stream between his hands, emitting a blinding light. When the light diminishes, Morgan calmly clasps her hands together, closes her eyes, and mumbles a chant to herself. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Morgan opens her eyes and gives Kristoph a look that is a mixture of confusion and dissapointment.
"Are you sure that the wish worked, Mr. Gavin? I'm unable to channel any spirits."
"Oh, trust me, Ms. Fey. Your wish was granted…" Kristoph snickers.
"Well, if I can't channel spirits, then what spiritual power do-" Morgan is interrupted by a sparkling shard of blue rock careening out of the sky and stabbing her in the back, killing her and causing her corpse to fall face-first on the ground.
After a few moments of unconsciousness, Morgan comes to her senses, only to see the world around her turn light grey as a blue flame appears on the center of her corpse.
Wh-What is the meaning of this!? Morgan thinks to herself with much angst, given how she is currently unable to speak.
Welcome to the Ghost World, Ms. Fey," Kristoph telepathically tells Morgan. You're now dead. But fret not, for you have now been given the spiritual power, or, as they say in the Ghost World, 'ghost trick', that you desire. Now, see the blue flame that is on your corpse? That's your soul. And do you see that bright white spot on that nearby lamp? The host of 'Debauched Steel' asks as he directs Morgan's attention over to a lit reddish-orange desk lamp sitting on top of a wooden crate in a nearby alley, which has a white dot on it.
Yes, but what does that have to do with my new power? Morgan asks.
That's a core, and to answer your question, it allows you to possess that lamp and use your ghost trick on it. Now, just move your soul into the lamp and exert your will over it to see your power in action.
Morgan complies with Kristoph's request and enters the desk lamp before using her power on it, which causes it to shine slightly brighter than it originally was.
Is this some kind of joke, Mr. Gavin? You said that I had spiritual power, yet I see nothing happening. Morgan says with irritation in her thoughts.
It's there, Ms. Fey, didn't you see what happened to the lamp?
My 'power', if you can even call a useless skill such as this that, is to make a lamp slightly brighter!? Morgan growls.
Yes, I did as you asked and gave you a spiritual power that allows you to outshine that wretched little glutton of a woman. Just be careful, the light that burns brightest burns fastest. Kristoph sneers, causing Morgan to shriek in frustration.
Kristoph turns to the camera. "I'm Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching 'Debauched Steel'."
A/N: I would like to thank Aria and Clive and JordanPhoenix for submitting the idea for this chapter; and while I am on the topic of appreciation, I would like to thank everyone that has commented on this fanfic so far and let them know that I am very thankful for their input. I know that I don't publically say this enough, but I really appreciate everyone that has taken the time to read my works. You guys are debeste- er, I mean the best fan base that a guy could ask for!
