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[specialinquisitor]

Mòrag Ladair

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Post-Central mission

[troublereduction]

[ Day sure didn't miss that the Central wizards looked worse for wear after they returned from their mission. He hasn't spoken to them, but Morag is one of the few he has, even if it was brief. So he's here at her door knocking to check in on her. ]

[specialinquisitor]

[She takes little time to open the door, looking mildly surprised. Guests, even visitors, are not people she expects to have ever greeted.]

Is everything all right?

[Must be some kind of crisis, right?]

[troublereduction]

I should be askin' you that instead.

[ Central y'all came back looking awful? ]

[specialinquisitor]

Why? Is there something I should know?

[She instinctively leans out to look down the hallway. Maybe that damned machine has come back to harass her?]

[troublereduction]

[ ...Something feels very off about this. ]

You guys all came back lookin' pretty bad, so I wanted to check in on you. [ Syr even mentioned Morag was one of the worse-off ones, which is also why he came to check in on her. ]

[specialinquisitor]

I'm fine. Is something amiss with the others?

[Of course it's a quick, reflexive dismissal. Never mind that she appears to be using her left arm as little as possible, to the point where she doesn't even fold it to adopt her usual at-ease posture. Obviously, if she's alive, she's all right -- what other standards should there be?]

[troublereduction]

[ He has noticed that, which is why he's saying this: ]

Is somethin' a matter with your arm?

[specialinquisitor]

An injury during battle. It has been treated. [If that's something you call 'wrong'...]

post-central mission

[dadsandals]

[ He is making it a point to check on everyone from Central because, you know. That did not seem like a great time at all. Also, he wants to see how Morag's doing in general, so. Knock knock! ]

[specialinquisitor]

[Ah. There's only one conclusion from someone coming to her room -- so as she opens the door, she's already reaching for her broom.]

Another mission, then?

[dadsandals]

...Another mission?

[ He blinks.

Morag...? ]

No, actually. I'm here to check on you because of the one you just went on.

[specialinquisitor]

I see. Is there a followup then? Or some concern of magical contamination because of our proximity to that rock?

[Those are the most logical answers to her mind.]

[dadsandals]

...Morag...you know that people can just be worried about your wellbeing, right?

[ Just saying! ]

No, there's no follow up, as far as I know. People are just worried about you guys. That's all.

[specialinquisitor]

I hadn't realized I had given anyone cause for concern.

[Says the woman who can barely use her arm at the moment. This is just par for the course some days, as Special Inquisitor -- it means not only politics and protection, but war and battle.]

I do apologize if I did. I took some wounds during the battle, but am in no danger after treatment.

[dadsandals]

You don't need to apologize. It's not your fault you guys had a hard mission.

[ He's seen what happened to Kurapika, so like...yeah. ]

Do you need healing on your arm, or is that something healing won't fix?

[specialinquisitor]

[She has to shake her head at that.] If I knew anyone with magical healing, I'd have asked already.

early week 5

[1145pm]

[ Tired of visitors yet, Mòrag?

There comes a quiet, but confident knock at some point in the morning. ]

Mòrag, it's me, Tatara.

[specialinquisitor]

[What the heck is going on around here?]

[When she answers the door, she just looks plain confused.]

Did I, at some point, give everyone cause for alarm?

[1145pm]

Hm?

[ After a beat he laughs. ]

No? I don't think so? I don't know about anyone else, but I'm just here to check on you.

[ He holds up a teapot and a couple of cups that he has held in his hands. ]

Can I come in?

[specialinquisitor]

Well, certainly.

[She remains resolutely puzzled. This is not typical. But at least he brought some tea, so she steps aside to permit him in.]

[1145pm]

[ Hehe... She's puzzled! Tatara waltzes in with his teapot and cups and sets them carefully on a table, and begins serving. ]

So, Special Inquisitor! [ He holds up one cup when he's done pouring and sets it aside. That's for her! ] You settled in okay? How was the stuff the castle asked you to do?

[specialinquisitor]

[Settling into a seat, a rather high-backed affair with gold trim and red cushions, she picks up the cup as decorum demands.]

Embarrassing, quite frankly. Although we succeeded, my performance was not up to the standards I hold myself to.

[1145pm]

[ With his own teacup full, Tatara will find a chair for himself, one that's likely nowhere near as majestic (and if not, he will plop on the floor).

He stares up at her curiously, head tilted. ]

It wasn't? [ As he brings his cup to his lips, he asks— ] What happened?

[specialinquisitor]

Rationally, I have little to complain about, as this magic is new to me and unlike anything I have done before. Were I in my proper form, I'd neither have taken the wounds I did, nor failed to return sufficient punishment in turn. Those ghosts were not at a level to trouble me.

[Of course, quite irrationally, she despises her performance to the point of disgust. It was not and will not be acceptable to act so poorly, now or ever.]

[promittere]

[ Morag will wake up on Monday to a very peculiar scene. They will see who they saw when they stepped into the mysterious circle a week ago...but the visage of who it was before scatters to the wind, and reforms as someone new. The thread of fate severs, and who you were one fated to be with matters no longer, as a new person takes their place with green petals.

Who Morag sees is someone with nice posture, back straight and head held high, but the rest of their stance implies that they are friendly, what with one of their hands held up, as if they are waving at her. The petals shift, though, and the figure's stature changes. One of their hands is gripping the opposite arm, and they're looking away, as if they are uncertain or bothered about something.

The vision fades as fast as it came, however, and before they know it, Morag is grounded back in reality once more. ]