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[UH................

is this the part where Owain gets very...Owain......??]

Ah...what sort of alternative?

[ no, this is the part where owain gets very clever, because he is a clever clever genius. ]

[ d e e p

b r e a t h.

here we go. ]

Why don't you just ask him out on a date?

Eh-?

[??? ? ? ? ??]

My...George Glass?

No, there's no need to ask Sir Glass on a date. As you and I both know, he's already deeply and heavily devoted to you. You're basically already married.

I mean Darin! Sweet, sweet Darin.

No, Owain. Absolutely not.

But you're already getting so much attention! That's, like, 30% of why people get into relationships in the first place! Well, that and the warmth and security that comes from loving a human being you admire and respect. Attention definitely plays a role in it, though.

[ h m . ]

I really wanna know Darin's secret secrets.

[U UUUGHHHhhh please NO. of all people to even consider...]

He's at least seven years my SENIOR, Owain! [exasperated.] And I promise, there's no interest beyond friendship between us, and that's how it will ever remain. Any secrets he has you'll have to ask for directly; you know I wouldn't dishonor a friend's trust.

Oh.

[ well, that is outrageous news he hadn't considered. something in odin's head switches, and now he kind of wants to beat darin up? he'll file that impulse away for later.

he loves and values and admires lucina's sense of righteous honour, but he also loves gossip, so he's still disappointed he doesn't know why they're doing this. but then, also, that doesn't matter? any reason to dress his cousin up as a sparkleprince megahero is a good reason for him. ]

Okay, well.

OKAY, WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

Let's talk disguises. We need to go deep if we're going to sell this, so even though I recommend getting you a mask, I also recommend putting a beard or a moustache on that mask, just so there'll be no doubt you're a tough and brawny prince under there.

[COOL GREAT let's both beat him up! because this is stupid!!!

except it still must happen. for Allura's sake. for everyone's sakes, honestly.

Lucina sighs, partly listening as he muses, but is reeled right back in at facial hair because huh??]

A...a moustache...?

A moustache.

[ that's his answer. that's the end of it. just kidding: if he's asked to extrapolate on something bullshit, he's obviously going to go on and on and on until literally everybody dies of starvation, tethered to chains of enraptured attention he refuses to let break. ]

I mean, okay. Think about it. You're well-known! Not just as an import, but as a very strong, very powerful import. An avatar of knightlihood itself. The zephyr within which blows a will capable of changing time itself. Aegis Force! This whole Darin mess! Being my cousin, when I'm the most famous and awe-inspiring import America has ever dared dream of!

[ this is False, but. continuing on ]

There's just - you've got so much going for you. You need accoutrements, or else you'll be exposed. A moustache bushy enough to hide your fame, your secrets, plastered delicately and with great care upon a mask sturdy enough to hold in the face of probing questions about your identity. A cape, within which hides even more of your secrets, but also, even more of your swords? We should definitely get you some more swords. Not that Falchion isn't enough, but. The more swords you have, the better.

[ dot dot dot. ]

Also, I want to push Darin over.

You'd probably feel bad if you did, though. You tend to. [impulse control and Owain aren't...exactly close friends, after all.

in any case, he's made a pretty strong argument about the mustache thing; she can't really deny the sensibility of it. her face is too soft on its own, and even masked she'd be liable to give away something if there wasn't something else to distract from her familiar features!

and swords--gods. yes. Falchion. she...she can't part with her father's sword for even a moment without becoming anxious. and even know, worry creeps into her voice:]

Falchion... Owain, your sorcery -- would it be enough to mask Falchion's visage from those who would recognize it? I doubt even simply changing the hilt would be enough...

That doesn't mean anything! That's only because... that's only because the decisions I make tend to... tend to lean towards being bad! The wings of fate which guide my hand occasionally flap a somewhat ill tiding. That's all! Wings of fate can have bad days, sometimes!

[ underneath whatever the fuck all of that means, odin's just trying to defend his desire to push darin a little. just a little, because he really likes darin a lot, and he really doesn't like pushing people in general, but.

as fun as playing dressup might be, and as unwilling as odin might be to blame darin for needing assistance, it does bother him that lucina is going to have to go to great lengths to clear his name. even though, you know. these great lengths - the costume, the fake george glass-ian boyfriend, the moustache - that was all odin's idea. lucina could just stand outside of the spotlight for a while until import fans find something new to gossip about. there is literally no reason for him to be salty at darin.

bbbbbbbbbbbbut he's a little salty at darin. ]

I'm not sure even mystic artistry as heightened and as mega-super-awoken as mine would be capable of concealing the heroic majesty that radiates from Falchion. I mean, it's a legendary weapon! You're basically asking me to put a cape on the sun.

[ -- but this request stops seeming sacrilegious and kind of offensive the second odin realizes how cool the sun would be if it had a cape. he wouldn't be desecrating falchion if he used magic to give it a... a second appearance? like an outfit. a wig reveal. hmm. ]

I could certainly try, though. At the very least, we could paint it. Black, maybe. Like the night.

Yes...paint won't do it harm. And if I obscure the hilt enough, it ought to do; there are so few who can perceive Falchion for what it truly is already, so the job's half-done.

[this is so much work for something mended in much easier ways, but...this is Lucina. of course she'll stick her neck out too far for friends in need, even at her own expense. sometimes especially at her own expense... and this is ridiculous enough that even she notices it beforehand.

she sighs.]

Right. Then it'll be a matter of procuring some new attire. And that mustache. [a beat.] Have you any contacts left at that theater you worked for long ago? Perhaps that'll do the trick.

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