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[twitchyswordhand]

Ah! Mundane…

…

If we are to work together, if you are my fated ally in the sacred quest to right wrongs and make a thousand dramatic entrances in a thousand memes as befitting a hero… [Shout out to the Justice Cabal.] …you need a hallowed agnomen. An salutation that befits our partnership, something that…uh, sounds cooler than ‘Mundane.’ [Or variations thereof. Mun, Munny…it’s like what, next he’ll be shouting MUN SMASH and calling his cousin Lou and that just…no. It’s a slippery slope that needs to stop now.]

…but try as I might I cannot conjure the proper title befitting one filling your role. Scribe? Too plain. Dramatist? Too…underwhelming…

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[plegiancurses]

[ What is this, another of the Shepard's children blathering on. ]

Don't hurt your head trying to think too hard.

[twitchyswordhand]

[Oh hey, it's Noire's really hot yet scary and kind of intimidating mother.]

H-hey! This is serious business!

[...it could be worse.]

How am I supposed to establish a partnership that will withstand the slings and arrows that fate has foreordained if all I have to call my mun is, well, mun?

Told you.

[lonqu]

...why not just stick with Mun?

[You know, keep it short and sweet and simple. And, more importantly, less frivolous and annoying.]

[twitchyswordhand]

Because it's le-

[He was about to say, "It's less fun."]

Er, because a nameless sword is merely a tool, but a sword with a name is an ally! Cynthia-...hey, do you know who she is? [Wait. Broke character.] A fitting moniker is the first step in developing a partnership.

[exalter]

Muns are muns, and I think that is quite fitting for them.

[ Hi cousin. ]

[twitchyswordhand]

I guess they are. Eh, I just thought I'd try to find something kind of interesting but nothing's working.

[Just...'mun.' It's like a half-step away from 'some guy.' Anyway. Hey cuz.]

[exalter]

I'm sure the moment they want another title they will just take it.

[ Hi cuz, how is it going? ]

[twitchyswordhand]

Heh, probably! Why settle for one title when you can grasp them all and change them as you please?

How's yours treating you?

[Not bad. Kicked ass, took some names, named a(nother) sword Shadowdarkness. Good times. You know, the usual thing that various noble scions of very noble heroes generally do to kill time. Oh! And there's a new move! Ike's Incision. Sounds awesome, right?]

[taktikos]

[ In which Robin is no help at all ]

Have you considered 'Mun the Magnificent?'

[twitchyswordhand]

[B-bro. ;; Gods, finally someone who understands him (except probably not really).]

Of course I can expect the lord tactician to come through with a name! Though it seems quite a mouthful.

[taktikos]

[ He's finding this rather entertaining even though he knows he really shouldn't encourage this sort of thing ]

Perhaps "Mun-nificent" for short?

I am certain you will find a fitting title for your mundane yet, Owain.

[ He's not laughing, but only just. ]

Do you have other plans, besides questing for a proper moniker?

A+ pun, my new Plurk display name.

[twitchyswordhand]

[No, as someone who probably at least holds the title of honorary uncle barring some revelation involving either Owain's cousin or his mother, it's Robin's job, nay, his duty to encourage this sort of thing.]

Mun-nificent. [Hm.] It has a way of rolling off of the tongue, if not as grandiose as I was trying for... [Hm. This will require some thinking.]

Uh, nothing too special. Finding the others. Talking Lucina in-...into having some fun for once.

[There's no good way of saying, "Talking Lucina into joining the Justice Cabal if but briefly just so they could do a Super Sentai crossover complete with corny poses and shouting attacks over at bakerstreet or something," is there? Besides, that's just so meta. And this is d_m, but really. Have some standards.

...gods, although even if he can't articulate it smothly with pop culture references there's always a feeling that nags, a feeling that says that she'd not so secretly enjoy every last bit of it.]

[headbanging]

What about 'Mundane of the Heavens?'

[Neither is his daughter.]

/Mind if I butt in?

[taktikos]

[ Babydoll!. Robin smiles even as he lowers his voice considerably. ]

I fear we are a terrible influence, and Lissa will frown at me.

go for it~ ♪

[headbanging]

[Meanwhile, Morgan's volume level remains the same, completely throwing off any possible attempt on Robin's part to avoid being overheard.]

But we have to have some fun once in awhile! She'll understand that, right?

[twitchyswordhand]

[What? No! Good influences, nay, best influences.]

Perfect! This is why you're my fated partner, de-...er, yeah.

[And he would continue but Robin. In the area. Just...danger danger awooga awooga abort abort no red strings or tides or destined entwined souls the man will figure out a way to use his tactical genius to get a thousand frogs delivered to his bed or something worse, Owain doesn't have much of a survival instinct but he's got enough of a one to know when certain things are a bad idea.]

[headbanging]

[But what's so bad about frogs, Owain? Did your mother torment you with them the same way she once did to Robin? Was it as some cruel punishment for fate choosing you to be its shining beacon of hope, a bastion of melodrama and amusingly fancy names for otherwise mundane objects? How would Robin even know about it, anyway? He might be really perceptive but he can't know about what future-Lissa might have done to you!]

I'm glad you like it!

[Then it occurs to her that Owain almost said something else. Almost. But he stopped himself. Which isn't very Owain-like.]

You were going to say something else?

[needawingman]

Well it's good to see that the fantastical world of Owain is still just that.

Fantasy. [Cat fight, go.]

[twitchyswordhand]

[Consider it happening.]

You know what else is a fantasy? A girl not turning you down. What do you want?

[needawingman]

[Dibs Kirk.]

Why you little-! [Waitno, deep breath Inigo. Be the bigger man here.] Merely to say hello and ensure that the two cogs in your head are still turning. It would be a shame if you became completely hopeless.

[twitchyswordhand]

[What? No!

The color scheme is all wrong for that, for one thing.]

Right, and it's not a way for you to try to make fun of me again. This is serious business!

[delicaxe]

[ a sigh only a mother can emit. ]

Just try not to annoy your player too much, alright, darling? [ she'll play along for now, though; mainly because she thinks 'mundane' is a pretty lame name. It's.. well, mundane. And that won't fly. ] Hey, how about Composer? Ghostwriter, maybe? O Producer of Saintly Fiction? That one seems like your, er, taste.

[twitchyswordhand]

[Exactly! This is why he's got the best mother. Best mom, hands down. Or...up, since most dramatic poses call for them being raised.]

O Producer of Saintly Fiction is more me, but 'Composer' might not be a bad thing to shout. If the world ends with me I could dramatically fall to my knees in the rain, and shout, "Curse you, Composer!" Maybe near a raging river? The bodies of my friends strewn around me, the fate of the world in my hands...

[Stop him because this can keep on going.]

[sumia]

[Don't mind Sumia laughing to herself.]

I think scribe is too fancy for our muns. They are ordinary citizens!

[twitchyswordhand]

There's nothing ordinary about our mundanes. They are the scribes, nay, the curators of our very existence! What mundanity would be capable of keeping up with our legend? [Like the legend of Chrom posing naked for Fre- he really wants to know what's up with that and yet he doesn't want to know why that was a thing because it's Uncle Chrom.

It's hard. It's hard and most people, especially people whose names start with an I, don't understand.]