Recent content by Morgan Liu

Morgan chuckled as Vihma nuzzled close to her, moving to meet her and rub their cheeks together. The alcohol was forming a pleasant buzz in her brain, the safety of their environs relaxing her enough to enjoy her jillfriend's affections. "Hold 'at thought," she requested, then downed the...

Morgan wrapped her arm around Vihma's shoulder as they slowed, and she sighed, looking to Vihma wearily. "'S alrigh', Vim. Ain' yer fault. I'm disappointed, sure; I was lookin' forward t' sharin' a nigh' ou' at th' fights wiv' ya, bu' we can do 'at again another nigh'. I jus'..." Some of the...

Morgan frowned, looking over with longing toward where the bookies were exchanging money... then sighed, running a paw through her hair. "Fine," she allowed, "I s'ppose we can go. I'll still treat ya, though; I ain' gonna make ya pay fer th' date." Clearly morose, Morgan pulled on her coat...

Morgan relaxed at Gyles words, relief coursing through her. It was good to hear that the captain was willing to accept a more practical form of loyalty rather than blind devotion to hollow, arbitrary concepts. She raised her glass, grinning at his toast. "Hear hear," she agreed, clinking her...

As the question rested with her, Morgan took a long, slow drink of the brandy. It really was more of a sipping brandy, but she welcomed the burn at the question. She set the glass down, turning it slowly on the desk. "I'll admit, when I came here, I didn't really know much about the Imperium,"...

Morgan winced at the correction, a pang of misplaced guilt hitting her for her last translation error. Reminders of her limits were always hard to swallow, a testament to how far she had yet to go. She shrugged, giving her response in Alkamarian. "J'ai vu l'annonce dans le journal qui proposait...

Morgan chuckled, the words flowing more easily from her lips as she settled into the dialect. "Nan nan, celes sont totes dens lo pôrt houé. Z'è dês quâlques ans que nos z'é dèrrament habitâve à Alkamar. Mé z'é ren rejonâve comén quécó mé z'avâve gouârdâ de la lengoué, ou comén quécó la mé...

Morgan went from grief to shock in a matter of moments as the captain began speaking... She had to tilt her head and consider the words, parsing them through several of the languages she'd picked up before the roots clicked into place, the conjugations sliding easily around them. Miklarian and...

Morgan's shoulders sagged in visible relief as a beast who very much seemed like the back-alley vendor turned up. Her ears pricked up at the accent and muttered curse, her time in Alkamar coming back to her even as she registered the vixen trying to make her exit. "Yeah, antio!" she called to...

Morgan sat awkwardly, checking the chair first for any visible traps. Part of her couldn't help but feel like there were invisible manacles waiting to hold her down. The offer of brandy gave her pause, her suspicion of any offer being made from someone so far above her in rank warring with the...

Morgan hated thinking about Urk. It wasn't that she hadn't liked the place; she'd barely gotten to see it. Granted, it had been cold, but she'd lived in cold lands before, had shivered on the frigid streets of Blackbone Isle. The waters around Urk had been terrible, true, and she still work up...

Morgan almost didn't recognize Barrett; she'd looked away from the match, going from shouting herself hoarse to staring quizzically at the marten before it clicked. "Oh 'Gates, Barrett? 'At you ol' man?" she grinned, recognizing the informality of the event, and opted to give her girlfriend a...

Morgan frowned as she was addressed as malaka, her mind immediately going to the colorful curse word she'd picked up when her mothers had moved the family to an archipelago in the southern seas. The pronunciation was slightly different, and she assumed, by the respectful tone, that this femme...

Morgan had demanded, probably a little more rudely than necessary, to be present for the send-off, until at last two of the crew has been wrangled to carry her up to the deck. It was a grim sight, all the bodies wrapped and ready for their final rest beneath the waves. Carried up on her...

Morgan, for her part, blushed to the roots of her fur at Vihma's whispered comments, feeling the flush spreading elsewhere as well. She wondered briefly if it would be bad form if they disappeared into the supply room for between fifteen to thirty minutes to go 'looking for oranges'. Vihma...