I would rather check on other patrols, myself. Given the new arrivals, even groups may be having difficulty should they have encountered any others. [Unspoken is the belief that they, or at least Mòrag herself, should take responsibility for those weaker than she is.]
[She. Hopes. Because calling them patrols is one hell of a stretch; there's no organization here, no sense of unity. It's understandable why, but...it sure does make looking out for anyone a little harder.]
We can do a sweep for the stragglers on the way back in. [A glance at the Grimm.] Staying out here's just going to get us all picked off sooner or later.
Very true. [Nodding her agreement, she motions out the flames with a hand. Best not to let them burn in their absence, no matter how the Grimm might despise it.] My impression is that some others are trained already, but by no means all.
[Without the flames, they're plunged into moonlit darkness. Lightning has to blink a few times to let her eyes adjust, the fireposts back by the wall glimmering faintly in the distance.
It's going to be a long night.]
They brought kids here. [A snort.] I don't think trained was something they were thinking about.
Perhaps. Though in Alrest, age is not necessarily a determiner of training. Emperor Niall is only fourteen, yet he was a Driver as well. For a while I traveled with a boy who ought to be considered the most powerful Driver in Alrest, even compared to myself or Thunderbolt Zeke.
[The power of a Blade could make a huge difference in strength, of course, but only for a Driver skilled enough to partner with such a Blade. Rex would have been as weak as he was when they first though, power of the Aegis or not, had he failed to improve his skills swiftly.]
[Names and terms go over her head, cast aside as unimportant in the here and now. She knows better than to underestimate someone because of their age alone--Hope was a prime example of that--but it's rather something else that concerns her.]
That's your world. Do you really think every world is going to be the same? [She shakes her head.] Some of the people here don't even know how to hold a blade, and those are the younger ones. They shouldn't be here.
[Not only for their own sake, but the sake of the world. If all of reality is on the line, they need people who can at least fight right out the door. There's no time for proper training.]
Not all worlds will be the same. Doubtless some are. I don't particularly appreciate children on the battlefield, but I wasn't asked. [Though it bothers here that she wasn't, being used to having her own opinion weigh something in matters of Mor Ardain.] Whether we like it or not, we have to accept that the ability to use the power we've been given is a higher standard than training, or age. And watch out for those children as much as possible, of course.
[There's some small part of her that hates this with a vehement passion. It swells in her chest, lingering in the hollow where Odin once rested, and she shakes her head the faintest bit. No time, terrible circumstances, and all they've got is each other. A ramshackle bunch of would be world savers. Heh. The more things change. She opens her eyes again.]
We can't do that from here. I'm going back. [A tilt of her head, moonlight playing across her hair and face.] You staying or coming?
[Mòrag doesn't hate, not like that. Mòrag bides her time, does what needs to be done, and strikes when the moment comes -- full force and for the heart. As of now, she doesn't even see a true target. So she bides.]
Coming, of course. I admit I overestimated myself, and underestimated our foes. A mistake I won't make again.
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[She. Hopes. Because calling them patrols is one hell of a stretch; there's no organization here, no sense of unity. It's understandable why, but...it sure does make looking out for anyone a little harder.]
We can do a sweep for the stragglers on the way back in. [A glance at the Grimm.] Staying out here's just going to get us all picked off sooner or later.
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It's going to be a long night.]
They brought kids here. [A snort.] I don't think trained was something they were thinking about.
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[The power of a Blade could make a huge difference in strength, of course, but only for a Driver skilled enough to partner with such a Blade. Rex would have been as weak as he was when they first though, power of the Aegis or not, had he failed to improve his skills swiftly.]
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That's your world. Do you really think every world is going to be the same? [She shakes her head.] Some of the people here don't even know how to hold a blade, and those are the younger ones. They shouldn't be here.
[Not only for their own sake, but the sake of the world. If all of reality is on the line, they need people who can at least fight right out the door. There's no time for proper training.]
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[There's some small part of her that hates this with a vehement passion. It swells in her chest, lingering in the hollow where Odin once rested, and she shakes her head the faintest bit. No time, terrible circumstances, and all they've got is each other. A ramshackle bunch of would be world savers. Heh. The more things change. She opens her eyes again.]
We can't do that from here. I'm going back. [A tilt of her head, moonlight playing across her hair and face.] You staying or coming?
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Coming, of course. I admit I overestimated myself, and underestimated our foes. A mistake I won't make again.