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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.

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.]

[exalter]

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

[ Hi cousin. ]

[taktikos]

[ In which Robin is no help at all ]

Have you considered 'Mun the Magnificent?'

[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?

[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.

[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]

[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?

[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?]

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.]

I would very much like to see that plurk display name

[taktikos]

[ This honorary uncle takes such responsibility proudly and seriously. ]

I wish you success; it would do your cousin good to relax.

[ He knows something of the burden Lucina carries, indeed, that all of these children carry, and it fills him with the most supreme sense of failure, for they way he could not save it. ]

If you would ever need my help, I would gladly offer it.

Honestly? Knowing how these things work I'm sure we're plurk friends of friends.

[twitchyswordhand]

[Oh gods, assistance!] Really?!

[(exalted, as the Lucina here, run.)]

Awesome!

[needawingman]

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

Fantasy. [Cat fight, go.]

[headbanging]

What about 'Mundane of the Heavens?'

[Neither is his daughter.]

Possibly XD

[taktikos]

What purpose has a tactician, but to aide others in the completion of an objective?

[ Conspirators, to the last! Robin is very amused at your enthusiasm, Owain. ]

I am flattered, but we have much to prepare for, I assume?

/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?

[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.

[sumia]

[Don't mind Sumia laughing to herself.]

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

eeee~ ♪

[taktikos]

[ :| Daughter. You are supposed to be a tactician. The proper response is to follow the master. Me. ]

Perhaps. She does enjoy fun. [ And forever teases Frederick, that is for sure. ]

Still, I cannot say how she would feel about this particular form of encouragement.

[twitchyswordhand]

[Consider it happening.]

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

It's like my superpower. I could tell you stories.

[twitchyswordhand]

Yeah, I don't know what she'd go along with. [Crivens, consider the fact that up until chapter, what, 13 she was some emo enigmatic angstful figure of the night, an avenging soldier fighting alone against the tides of time and fate whilst the rest of them got...lost, wandered around, and just decided to chillax and...something...

...] And where would we find costumes?

[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.]