Hey, Skinny here. possible retraction from 1st authors note. though its probably minor. thinking whether sato should be kept and koji should be taken out. I reserve the right to flip flop until the time comes to commit.
also, because I'm pretty sure its tradition around here, allow me to throw out that paper shield and say that I own neither My Hero Academia nor Fire Emblem.
"Celestial Starlight Wind!" A shout cuts the serenity of the calm morning. Surprised bystanders stare incredulously at the origin of the triumphant exclamation. A man stands proud on the sidewalk, his left hand obscures his face while his right is extended outwards, fingers splayed wide.
An intake of breathe can be heard in the renewed silence, a preparatory moment that forewarns action. Hell reaches out to him.
"O-wain, We're going to be late! We need to hurry before we have to reschedule the appointment!" A woman grabs his outstretched hand and pulls it along while she ushers her two giggling progeny, a young boy and girl, forward. Frenzied glances directed at signposts betray that she is on the verge of lost.
"I couldn't help it my love! The grasping tendrils of genius granted me the true name to Ophelia's latent potential." He notices her increasing uncertainty and renders aid, "The wind's whispers intuit that we need only take a left on this thoroughfare then maintain the course to our fated destiny."
She gives him a grateful smile, "Thank you Owain, I still have trouble reading the signs when in a hurry."
Owain holds a look if understanding for a moment but can't help letting a grin loose, "I would say that it's more that your internal compass spins forever till far off eternity." They make their turn.
She puffs out her cheeks, "Mmrrrr, where do you get off teasing me like that?"
"What can I say? I learned from the Grandmaster."
She pokes him in the side, "Devolving to puns are we? I'm definitely getting you back later."
"Mommy, are we almost there yet?" The little girl turns her wide gray eyes up to Morgan, a shimmer starting to appear. "My feet are tired," she keens lowly.
"Aww, don't cry little one; I can carry you the rest of the way." With that said she stoops down to scoop up her daughter in her right arm and gives a glance to her son, "Marky, do you want to come up here with Ophelia too?"
The little tyke shakes his head with vigour, "Nuh-uh, I can do it all by myself!"
Owain chimes in "Then prepare yourself son, for our very steps are guided by expedient and divine purpose to arrive before time itself knows we are missing." He, followed by the rest, begins to speedwalk.
(Morgan's POV)
Morgan could scarcely believe that her life would ever be so full. From a carefree amnesiac to a married mother of two, life had really picked up for them after the wars.
An elderly lady looks up from the front desk as they walk in and greets them with a light smile. "Ah the Lowell family I presume? We were wondering if we would have to reschedule again," She teases lightly.
'Oh gods this is so embarrassing,' a blush near matching her coral hair blooms in her face as she struggles to maintain composure. The cities were so much bigger in this world, the layout too scrunched down around them. It felt like a labyrinth where everyone but her knew the layout.
Owain steps up, "We're really sorry about that ma'am. We just recently moved to the Kanagawa prefecture from Fukushima; we're still working on getting our bearings."
The receptionist gives them an understanding smile, "That's quite all right dear, please wait one moment." She types out a fast rhythm that almost seems impossible to Morgan, her skills seeming to mock the progess they've made on the technology front. "All right, you're checked in; Dr. Tsubasa will be through those double doors, second door on the right." She indicated the pristine hallway on her right.
With a clear destination in mind, Morgan strode forward with her family. This was only her second time in a hospital like this-she prefered her own home remedies-and the white of the walls still looked odd to her. It felt too pristine, though perhaps that spoke more to the medical knowledge of Archanea than anything else.
"Hmm? Ah, yes please take a seat," as Morgan enters the room she's greeted by the doctor reclined at his computer holding several forms. "All right then, lets start the Quirk registration."
Ah, yes. Quirks.
An interesting phenomenon within this realm. The closest she could equate it to were the Innate Traits granted to the Justice Cabal during the Vallan War. Even then, those abilities were mostly conceptual in function. Maybe one could argue their Skills were like Quirks, but it was something everyone had the potential for back home and wasn't as unique to a person as a Quirk was over here.
Which brings her back to her current situation. It started last year with Inigo and Severa's first daughter, Caeldori. It would have evaded detection due to its subtle nature, but they couldn't help noticing that she always seemed to know something was going to occur right before it happened several moments later. Lo and behold, she was able to see into the future! somewhere around ten seconds at least, but the fact it was possible for their kids to get Quirks stunned them.
"Lets see here, Mark and Ophelia?" The doctor peered up from his forms to look at the siblings. They had just turned five several months ago and looked like the cutest things in the world to Morgan's eyes. Ophelia had inherited Owain's blonde hair and steel grey eyes, full of innocence. Mark had gotten the white hair of her father and the coral eyes that she and her mother possessed. With the doctor's attention on them they seemed to huddle closer to her and Owain, daunted by the attention of a stranger no doubt.
"Hmm... lets start with Mark then, I see here that you listed it as...," his brow raises, "Fell-Ruin Apocalypse Breath?" Morgan shoots a dead pan glare at her husband.
"Ah yea, I think I can remember writing something like that down; I thought it was a pretty cool name," he replied sheepishly not even looking in Morgan's direction. She should've known better than to let him handle some of the paperwork without checking it over.
The doctor did seem a little interested now, though she wasn't sure why that made her shiver. "This is quite a big claim, you can understand why it may need some alterations." He turns his attention to Mark, light glinting off his lenses, "If I can get a demonstration along with an explanation of how it works we can go from there."
Owain leapt in at the chance though Morgan made sure to remind him to dial it back with a pinch of his leg, "You see doctor, Mark is able to breathe out a dark mist with a degree of toxicity. The worst its done is irritate our eyes, though he doesn't seem affected by it, and it doesn't seem to be tied to his lung capacity." They knew why it was so. His Quirk Factor along with Ophelia's seemed to work off of their Mana Veins though they couldn't exactly tell the doctor that.
"Mark? Can you show the doctor your Quirk?"
Mark gave a quiet nod and started to leak an opaque purple mist from his mouth. The miasma seemed to roil in the air for a bit before it slowly settled and pooled down on the floor. Morgan could feel his already small reservoirs empty before the flow cut out. With a little training his stores would increase, though that would have to wait for a couple years.
"I see, far more reasonable than the name would suggest." The glint from his lenses seemed to dull a bit though perhaps that was just her imagination. "While its no apocalypse bringer, it does bring to mind the imagery of miasma. So with that I'll just pencil in Miasma Breath." The doctor takes a few moments to make the addendum before shuffling to the second form. "Alright then, Ophelia I have as-"
"Celes-mph!" Morgan had not forgotten Owain's outburst on the street and had readied herself for his inevitable interjection. Slapping a hand over his mouth, she gave the doctor a winning smile.
Dr. Tsubasa shot an eyebrow up at them but continued nonetheless, "-having Purifying Breath. I can guess that it is the opposite to the Miasma Breath then?"
"Yes, her breath is able to cleanse and remove toxins from what we've seen. Ophelia honey, can you please clean up your brother's mist?"
Ophelia mumbled an okay and opened her mouth to let out a cone of gentle light filled with small shimmery stars that swept the already fading miasma away.
"Hmm, well I believe that should be it for the registration. The demonstration is more a formality typically though it proves its purpose when the parents get a bit overzealous," informed the doctor giving Owain a pointed look. "In any case I'll get this in the system and I can schedule a follow up appointment next year as well, if you'd like?"
Morgan didn't even consider it, "that will not be necessary, we really only came due to the registration mandate."
Dr. Tsubasa grunted in understanding, face now locked on his screen. "Understandable, I'm sure you already have a pediatrician set up for your family, ."
Owain gave her a glance out the corner of his eye but she only hummed lightly in response and they made to leave. She learned her lesson in mentioning her preference for home remedies the last time she went to register her 'Quirk'. Potions may not be real for the people of this realm but they just didn't have the magic to make them work.
With that done they, gathered up the little ones and made their way to the subway.
Owain pulled out a smile peering up at the blue sky, "Tis a luminous day with nary an o'ercast to blight our persons." He looks down to pat Ophelia and Mark on their heads, "What say you to nourishment for body and soul, mmm?"
Immediately their eyes widen and excited smiles grace their features. "Mcdonalds! we want Mcdonalds!" Mark manages to contain himself and answer first with Ophelia nodding hard in support.
"Really? I was thinking I could have another go at cooking again. "
With her declaration she swore that she saw the kids' faces turn blue as they implored their dad to save them. 'C'mon, I've been showing some improvement.'
Owain cleared his throat and looked her in the eye. "How about you cook dinner tomorrow? We can even make it a lesson like last time."
Well, this was probably the best she could hope for.
oof, aahgh. okay aimah loosen the tie here. this was pretty interesting for me. There were parts that were of the difficulty I expected and others I enjoyed far more. writing Owain was alot more fun than I thought it would be and challenged me to find new words and ways to say things in an eccentric tone. I know I said that the second part was Morgan's pov but I'm pretty sure I only used her inner thoughts a couple times, I'll try to see about making it clearer on what the pov character is thinking on the situation or topic at hand. I am also seeing from this that I will struggle with writing kids that young so I will likely operate on a time-skip to the start of middle school. It was also pretty interesting that at times when writing, I could see the potential for the story to go in entirely different ways. I was using Dr. Tsubasa cuz I was considering the idea of having the FE peeps be attacked for their kids or sumthing, but after doing some research and looking around it became apparent to me that it wouldn't make much sense. I remember reading in some forums that it wouldn't make sense for him to mark people as targets because the common link between all those cases would be him and that he would be more likely to try to duplicate it under the guise of some medical procedure or something.
Oh yea, I'm totally basing Morgan's preference for home remedies on her Brady support. Limericks may come into play later as well.
Thats the end of my ramble,
Skinnyboi out.