Spoilers, the volunteering was for who'd get challenged.

[twitchyswordhand]

Who: Owain, Morgan, and Lucina. And anyone else who feels like jumping in.
Where: The park.
Summary: Kids bond, go LARPing? Frolic in the park? Have a sudden deathmatch? I don't know.
Warnings: Large hams.

And that was when Owain turned to Morgan (who was over...there, doing whatever it was that Morgan felt like doing, and you know what was still weird? the fact that was Morgan but...not Morgan...but cool as peop- anyway) and dramatically declared, "Halt, Morgan! For I have realized our connection, our cosmic incongruity, that which has anointed you as my destined rival."

This was somewhat undermined by Owain promptly stuffing the second half of the cookie he was eating into his mouth.

Comments

[tipthescales]

Morgan did indeed halt... right in the middle of chewing his own mouthful of cookie. The desserts here were actually really good (especially since back home people only ever seemed to want to bake pies.)

"Huh?" was his first response, but then he remembered his manners and also an idea of what Owain might mean. He swallowed the cookie. "Oh, wait. By 'anointed', you mean we should do battle, right?" He still couldn't slip into 'Justice Cabal' mode as effortlessly as Owain could. Which was probably a good thing.

[tolight]

Lucina was chewing on her own cookie (seriously, these things were delicious), staring between the two with the tiniest amount of hesitance. She had heard of the Justice Cabal - but really, who in the army hadn't? - mostly from Owain, but to actually join one of their, er, training sessions? That was an entirely different story.

For now, she found it in her best interest to sit down on the side of the action, underneath the shade of a tree. Actually, she probably finds this the best way to go until Morgan and Owain are done.

[twitchyswordhand]

He gave Lucina a glance, but it was a passing glance. First things first: establish what they were doing, then he could talk his cou- other cou- Lucina into joining in. "Aye! A destined battle. Like I do with Cynthia...?" This started out as a bold statement, ended as a tentative question: it belatedly occurred to him mid-sentence that in this...other timeline they could just not Justice Cabal it up. There were a number of questions that remained unanswered about it.

[tipthescales]

"Of course! Don't worry, I already know the rules." He would wait for Owain to finish shouting his move names before he came up with godmode reasons they didn't hit.

As Owain looked over at Lucina, Morgan followed his gaze and briefly wondered if she understood what was going on. She'd never hung around their battles before. Then again, they weren't particularly quiet when playing. Battling. And although he couldn't remember it, maybe they'd done the same things as children, too?

But thoughts like that could wait. The epic battle was about to commence. Morgan got to his feet, taking a challenging stance.

"I accept your challenge, mortal foe! ...And I also give you the honor of making the first move. You're a lot better at setting the scene, anyway."

[tolight]

An answer to Morgan's question - Lucina didn't really understand what was going on. This was her first time hearing of the rules that surrounded the Justice Cabal; her expectations, at most, were them shouting long move names at each other as they trained. Or something like that. If Cynthia was involved, it probably also involved extremely flashy entrances.

Needlessly to say, her expectations weren't exactly very high. Though, listening to them discuss it made it seem like there was more to this than she originally thought.

So while Lucina kept her silence under the shade, her expression turned from amusement, to mild surprise, then back to amusement. Time to listen to Owain's - er - fanciful way of speech.

[twitchyswordhand]

A glance to Lucina, and then one to Morgan. The second look was a deep and meaningful look, the one that was exchanged between two wayward souls bonded together by destiny's fickle ways, brought together so that they could clash upon the field of overly fanciful (yet epic) battle. Are you prepared? asked the look.

And then Owain nodded once, as if his testing of Morgan's mettle was met by some deep, instinctual glance, a sharing of souls.

"Hark, my ordained..." What to call him? "Ally-versaery!" Owain found himself wishing he was able to talk with, er...himself, sort of, and figure out what his other self called Morgan. But it sounded good, so he was going to roll with ally-versaery for now. "Let our fierce battle rend the heavens above and the depths below! Prepare yourself, for now our extremely protracted duel to the death shall begin!"

[tipthescales]

Morgan knew the look. It was the look born from the friendly rivalship of two men, forged in the heart of glorious mock battle. Even without remembering, Owain understood.

"My blade stands ready!" His nonexistent blade. "Deliver your blow, if you dare!"

[twitchyswordhand]

"Behold my attack!" He struck a pose. Shit was about to get real. "I unleash the feared SHADOW BLAAAAAAAAADE!"

Meanwhile, the heavens were rent asunder, the seas churned, the earth split apart, and the world echoed with the force of their fury. Somewhere...not there which is why everything remained intact, but...yes, somewhere.