[h2]Morgan[/h2]

Morgan's armored dress gave off a muffled clang with every snow-covered step as he absent-mindedly walke- err... trudged through, technically, the streets of Peak Village, in search of... something or other. He'd know it when he remembered it. Either way, he had nowhere to go and absolutely nothing to do. In other words, the poor young man was bored out of his goddamn mind. You'd think that being able to remember everytime he felt like this would have jaded him to the whole concept of 'waiting' by now, but apparently it hadn't, so sucks to be him. 

Suddenly, there was [i]something[/i] going on that sent a cloaked, grumpy-looking masked lady with some fun gear followed by a black-haired swordswoman, two naked preteen girls, and a jogging, partially demonic male. Morgan tilted his head to the side as the peculiar group finally exited his range of analysis. His petite stature, wide, innocent eyes, and rosy cheeks made him look downright adorable in that position.

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[i]'...What the fuck?'[/i] the knight thought. Seriously, was he getting hormonal or something? He scanned through his memories in an instant. Nope. Those little girls were definitely naked for realzies, and not the product of healthy teenage mindset. Now the real concern here was: wouldn't they be cold? It was subzero temperatures out here! No, undoubtedly this was some type of scheme perpetrated by the masked woman to create some kind of perverse ninja cult. He would have assumed that it was all the jogging demon's fault, but that would be racial profiling. Morgan was not a racist, after all; he was an equal opportunities judge, jury and executioner, dammit. Nevertheless, there were so many equally logical potential resolutions to this mind-boggling query. 

...Clearly this issue needed further investigating.

So using the manpower in his little legs, Morgan trudged through the snowdrifts with a renewed vigor. Pushing through the snow covered streets was a long and arduous process for the young knight, whose effective height was halved or worse by the size of these gargantuan snow piles. Truly, the combination of plate armor and snowdrifts as tall as oneself was not a very good one for the purposes of mobility in the north. But still, he pressed forward with all his might, with all the power in his feminine, 16-year old legs!

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...Total distance elapsed: fifteen centimeters.  

;n;

"...Wait. Why am I even [i]doing[/i] this?" the trap said, throwing his arms into the air in exasperation and turning to the building to his left. Instead of forcing his way through the drifts, he climbed up the snowbank to get on top of the snowless rooftop of the building. Once on the solid surface, he shook the snow off of his armor and trotted off in the direction of the motley crew that had been unlucky enough to garner his attention.

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[color=f6989d]"Actually, yes. I am a [i]simple[/i], humble magi just like you. Was wondering if you'd like to travel with me some...rather than spend a few nights in a bitterly frigid cell. Though we ought to be moving, your friends' little light show will have likely drawn some unwarranted attention."[/color]

[s]Gee, if that wasn't begging for an interloper to show up, what was?[/s]

There was an unsettling silence after the nameless mage completed her warning. Like there was some kind of threat looming in the background. Watching. Waiting. Observing everything about the group gathered there. It was as if the entire group was gathered for one... big... 

...trap.

"Hi!" chirped the unwanted attention in question, armored hand waving energetically in greeting. Morgan, hanging off the side of the rooftop, threw his leg over the edge and pulled himself up onto the elevated surface. He rolled onto his back, face looking up at the gathered peculiar people. "You wouldn't have to be some kind of weird cult, would you?" he inquired with a big smile.