Belle: Absentmindedly waves a hand towards Tuke. He gains his voice back. I could easily ask Knox himself, you know. I know the Place of Fading.
(Hmmm… interesting. I'd like to have such a complex network of family relations between characters, but alas, I have not the time.)
Corrin: I do too. And if you asked Knox, things would get very complicated very quickly.
Corrin: And normally complicated is fun.
Kek: I, for one, would like to see this Knox person.
Tuke: No, you don't.
(they were meant to be two separate stories, but then i collided them. and deathborns make everything weird in families. i made riley's race before i made legacies, and i completely forgot that all the legacies are related. so of course i made five legacy main characters. it's just oh look, i have a brother! and another one! and a sister! and another brother!)
Belle: Snorts You think I'm not used to complicated? I have a step-sister who is also my half-sister, my aunt, my niece, my mother, grandmother and cousin at the same time.
(Deathborn. Interesting name. Nightmarish, Deathborn, Legacies…)
(Here's one for you: Voided. The Voided are… interesting. Kreth is a Voided.)
Corrin: Technically, I'm my own grandpa. And brother. And partner in crime. And cousin.
Riley: Technically, I'm Corrin's great-something-grand-niece. And sister. And cousin. And aunt.
Kek: Technically, I'm Kek.
Leo: I'm Leo!
(oooh. interesting. yes, deathborns. children of death. legacies are children of deathborns. nightmarish are technically children of nightshade, who is teh moon. riley is solstice (the sun's) adopted daughter. but it's more like adopting a highway than a kid)
Belle: Nods Exactly. You seem to understand non-linear space-time mechanics.
(Nightshade, Solstice. Interesting names. All very complicated, though.)
Riley: Nope. I just happen to be thrust into a very complicated extended family.
Corrin: shrugs I just die, and come back, and in order for me to know the same people, I pretend to be related to the previous me.
(thank you. yes, very complicated. solstice and nightshade are technically from the same generation as death, so they're technically the deathborns' whatevers. at this point, everything's already too weird to understand fully.)
Belle: Fair enough. You want to know what's difficult? When you have 9 dads. Biologically. Who are all former angels.
(So… basically, Solstice, Nightshade and Death are all siblings? That's weird to think about. Night, Day, and Death… Yeah, it really is.)
Leo: contentedly munches sandwich and ignores the talk of families
Aethea: turns pebble sinto snails and shows Ahmet how to play tiddlywinks
Belle: Sighs, bored. When she's bored, bad things start to happen. For instance, right now there is an army of geese gathering nearby at Belle's will.
Aethea: looks up Geese. Fun.
Leo: is trying to coax the flying kitty down with his sandwich
Ahmet: is just eating the snails
Belle: Geese are violent and majestic creatures.
Aethea: I know. I prefer ravens because you can train them to talk.
Aethea: And they freak Corrin out.
Corrin: How many times do I have to tell you? It's not ravens that I don't like, it's Messengers. They just happen to usually assume the form of a raven.
Aethea: But if you see a gold band, they do freak you out.
Corrin: Then they're not ravens any- why do I even bother. You never listen anyways.
Belle: But ravens aren't as big. And I've trained my geese to speak, so… yeah.
Mister: nudges Leo's foot in want of a peace of sandwich
Belle: Looks down at Mister and gives them an entire sandwhich. There you go, little dude.
Aethea: Depends what KIND of raven. And tehy have teeth better suited for ripping flesh.
Aethea: SOME RAVENS are the size of a chair and have gold bands and-
Corrin: Shut up.
Leo: picks up Mister and hugs him
Belle: Calls over a goose. A particularly large goose. It speaks.
The goose, whose name is Mallard: Hello. I am Mallard, the general of the Goose Army.
Mister: eating sandwich, moves to sit on Leo's shoulder and pats him on the head
Riley: Oh, fun. Corrin, we need Ma'at here. Now.
Corrin: Fine. summons Ma'at, a raven the size of a normal sized chair with a gold band around his leg
Ma'at: Message?
Corrin: None. Introduce yourself.
Ma'at: muttering Calling me here without a message, the nerve- Oh. Yes. I am Ma'at, one of the original Messengers. We are not actually called Messengers, but exactly seventeen known people can pronounce our name, not counting ourselves.
Corrin: And the seventeen includes me.
Leo: hands Mister a lollipop For dessert!
Belle: Ma'at. Order, one of two fundamental aspects of Ancient Egypt. Ma'at, Ra. Isfet, Apophis, Apep… Isfet, Chaos, the second of two fundamental forces in Ancient Egypt.
Mister: takes lollipop, does a thank you pat, and gnaws on it
Ma'at: I wish. No, I'm called Ma'at because yes, the goddess. But it's short for my name, which also only a handful of people can pronounce.
Belle: Try me, Ma'at.
Ma'at: Alright. Ma'ḫtu * ḫkaa.
Mister: chitters, trying to say it