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[[Again, that was putting to rest a joke from the RP Only day where Morgan thought the invitation everyone got was telling her she was gonna be the mafia killing role that games without the standard factional kill system have used. (For those who’ve never been in those game, it was basically a...

Morgan shrugged at the Grovyle. “Turnabout is fair play, but your reasoning’s flimsy and I’m inclined to ignore it unless other people agree” [[Even after Free helped translate the unfamiliar jargon, I don’t really understand what you’re getting at other than you trust Jackie (as do I so far...

Morgan shrugged, indifferent. “Maybe if someone’s doing the bare minimum required to get by, we revisit this discussion. But the real do-nothings? Voting for them won’t get any reads outta them, and they’ll flip when Satan kills them herself!” [[And what happens if like four or five people die...

Morgan's eyes lit up. "Ooh, get 'em, Froggy! We can totally kill Stringbean, that sounds like fun. Let's make 'em squirm a little, at least~" [[Fishing for info on power roles is (would usually be) probably the closest thing to a strong D1 scumread I could hope for. Vaguely thought about...

Morgan shrugged. “We’re just having fun here, don’t take it so seriously~” [[I have no clue what’s up with the post I was replying to but I feel like for historical reasons Chibi’s probably leery/savvy enough about getting killed N1 for being experienced. If this is anything other than Baraz...

"S'alright," Morgan muttered back. She wasn't sure why she'd decided to lash herself to Kimiko, aside from maybe the constant positive reinforcement she was getting from, well, okay maybe that wasn't a mystery. But it still felt good to make progress with Kimiko's trust, in spite of the way that...

Morgan looked wounded. “Froggy, froggy, c’mon, I’m not so sloppy I’d leak my note so quickly. I’ve just played something like this before, I thought I was gonna get to play the best role based on what Satan promised me, but I suppose that’s what I get for dealing with the devil~” If it was...

[[Ah sorry for the confusion, something I did in the RP day is have her think she’s, like, a mafia killing role from some game she’d played before in lieu of the factional kill system, and that’s me ending that little line of pre-game flavour rp and having her start using the actual terms as we...

Morgan lot a will-o-wisp and eerie blue fire consumed her note. She sighed. “Well, that’s not Pact Killer. Goddamnit. Does that means everyone’s invitation told them they could kill people? I can’t believe Satan would commit false advertising.” She glanced around at the other people. “Why do...

This piece of scrap metal was starting to get on her nerves. “I don’t have units for it or anything. I’m not a bloody computer! But comparatively, it was pretty intense?” She gestured at the pearls around her neck, which continued glowing. “You’ve pretty much saturated me with just that. It’s...

For a moment, it seemed like Morgan was going to help Kimiko up. Then she flinched and withdrew, remembering that she’d be unwelcome to do so. Morgan grimaced. So much for learning to pass as a normal ghost. “Yes.” That was all she offered. She was content to move towards the ‘party’ in...

Morgan would’ve flushed, had she still blood. Kimiko was objectively pretty, but that didn’t get the same kind of reaction out of her that her human self would’ve had. She certainly wasn’t trying to insinuate anything that could’ve been construed as slutty. “What the— No! Come on, don’t you know...

“Uhh, no. I don’t. I don’t think emotional energy is even necessarily tied to a definitive source. If I were in a dense enough population I could probably filter-feed without issue. But I’ve never lived anywhere like that.” If not for that earlier comment about sexually promiscuous individuals...

Morgan realized that she’d reversed cause and effect. It wasn’t that the nut job made the woman feel afraid, and she’d looked to Morgan. She’d looked to Morgan, and then felt afraid. The hit of fear she took in from that mistake disambiguated the order immediately. The membrane of her...

The rise of the sign pulled Morgan’s attention away from the people she was talking to. Morgan laughed earnestly at the psychic metal crab’s analysis. “I think the sluts part is a joke. Some people just talk like that~” She hoped so. What she’d been told about ghost anatomy didn’t seem to lend...

(When one of the humans breached the surface, Morgan couldn’t help but stare just a little. After all, it had been almost a year since she last saw a human face. And if she made eye contact, then whatever. It wasn’t likely the woman would care.)

Funny, aside from the whole ‘talking’ part this dog appeared to be, well, a dog. Even the non-fallers she’d spoken to weren’t really like this. She smiled, raised one tendril to the ring of pearls around her neck, and laughed. “Good, then we’re on the same page so far!” Except they weren’t...

Morgan felt something pulling down on her manifestation as she tried to get up. For a half-second she wondered if she had a body again in this dream, and had just grown unaccustomed to being bound by gravity. But no, it was just something stuck to her, probably could’ve phased through it easily...

I’d like a Mismagius, please!

Name: Morgan Personality: She’s full of smiles and laughs! None of them are authentic but she’s definitely full of them. It’s an open secret that she’s papering over some emotional issues but she doesn’t like when people acknowledge that fact. Compulsive liar, prone to envy. Appearance: On-model...