[h2]Morgan--Public Library, Unspecified Location[/h2]

Morgan, having nothing in particular to accomplish for the UMMA as of yet, and her hypos having somewhat gotten such an upper hand of her that she required a strong moral principle to refrain from stepping into the street and methodically knocking people's hats off, counted it high time that she got her nose in a book.

Whether to practice her Rexcalibur incantations or peek into one of Robin's strategy textbooks, Morgan knew that a good read would drive off the spleen and regulate the circulation.

Shuffling across the carpet, gently running her fingers on the spines of each book in the shelf, Morgan chanced upon a copy of [u]To Kill a Mockingbird[/u]. She lifted her index finger and placed it again on the hard-cover corner of the book's spine and with a gentle flick pulled the book out of the shelf and sat on a chair, crossing her legs.

Morgan glanced up for a second. Shouldn't she be studying strategy? Morgan reasoned that too much of a single subject would burn out the mind and turn the cerebral cortex to gelatin. And so she continued with the stories of the Finches, the Ewells, the Radleys, the Cunninghams.

Morgan had started this book a little while ago, the last time she went to the public library during a lull of activity in which she wanted to take preventative measures as to deactivate her important neural connections. She decided she would try her hand at literature, as she had oft been absorbed in the practical texts in the Ylissean guard. Thinking back to that, she wondered how her father fared. Her retrograde amnesia triggered by the trans-temporal flux leading her to the Ruins of Time left her only with new memories of Robin, though those memories were full of pleasant moments and glorious victories. Of course, this was to be expected, with such an excellent father and tactician as Robin; despite her lack of memory, Morgan looked greatly up to her father and aspired to become a superior tactician because of him.

Morgan looked back down at [u]To Kill a Mockingbird[/u].

Why was it a "sin" to kill a mockingbird?

Well, they never did a single thing wrong. They sing. They share song. There is no reason to shoot, to kill.

Morgan reflected back to the Ylissean guard again. Gaius, the thief, admitted into the guard by Robin and Chrom. He had no desire to hurt (although Morgan remembers that Gaius had quite the sweet tooth and preferred plunders of candies). Another reason Morgan looked up to her seniors: their moral code. Although Morgan admittedly had a sadistic streak, she had a high sense of morals, imparted by her observation of her father.

Morgan memorized her page number and closed the small book, placing it on her chair's armrest, before opening up her Bolganone tome. She silently read the runes to herself, tripping on a pronunciation or two, going over them until she could nail them correctly.

[h2]Dr. Facilier--Dr. Facilier's Voodoo Shoppe[/h2]

The Serpent's Eye...

Dr. Facilier gathered his totems and trinkets. The African-American bokur polished his cane and drew some of his own blood into an amulet. A daily penitence for failing his "friends on the other side" with Naveen.

But the Shadow Eternity... Facilier, trapped in the spirit world, learned of their multiversal presence and bargained once more with the Loa to release him and serve their dark purposes in another way, to repay their debt ten, hundred, thousandfold.

Facilier placed his voodoo belongings into a black satchel, in preparation for his departure to Nox. He debated now whether or not to accompany other Shadow Eternity agents at Nox.