Laughter Kills!

“Oh, don't let all the joking around fool ya— I've got kind of a thing for killing.” M!A: None { indie rp blog for Henry from Fire Emblem: Awakening }

[dreadlaughter]

  "Oops! I forgot to put the fire out after I made the soup, and now the cooking tent's on fire! Better go put that out before it reaches the guy's bunks! Nya ha!" 

[atterria-the-tactician]

The tealette made a low audible groan, now she really didn’t want to eat the soup but now that he brought it up… her stomach made a sound of its own.

"… Don’t ever do that again…" she warned, finding no amusement in his words.

Atterria then placed her book down and pushed it away, staring down at the bowl once more and eyeing in nervously. She decided to take one spoonful and brought it up to her nose and gave it a slight sniff before putting it into her mouth. The flavor was interesting but not terrible, or maybe it as just because this was her first real meal this day.

"What’s in this?" she asked him setting her spoon down and looking at her hands then touching her face. She didn’t feel any different but she wanted to make sure that he hadn’t done anything to make her undergo some kind of transformation.

[dreadlaughter]

  "Tee hee! Whatever you say, cap'n!" Henry gave her a mock solute, but that was an order, and he'd follow it to the grave if he had to. Sure, he'd curse and throw a hex or two around, but as soon as he was given an order, he'd follow through easy peasy! Well, unless the order was something stupid, like don't put salt in the soup. Who woldn't put salt in the soup?   Speaking of soup...

  "It's duck! Well, duck and pigeon, since I couldn't find enough duck to feed the whole camp! Cherche showed me how to make a simple vegetable broth yesterday, and I just sorta scrounged up whatever I could find and threw it in that! Let's see...it's got some mushroom, onion, a little pepper, some cabbage...you know! The basics! Do you like it?" 

[dreadlaughter]

a-noble-lady found the dark mage!

  "Heya, Maribelle! Talk to any pretty flowers lately?" 

[dreadlaughter]

  "Through that cursed basil study, I actually found out that Fredrick has a super weak stomach! Well, not as weak as Lissa's or Maribel's, but still pretty weak!" 

[atterria-the-tactician]

"Huh? Dinner…" Atterria rose her head from the booklet she had been writing in, "I uh…" she looked down at her still full bowl, "I… I haven’t had any yet…"

She raised a suspicious brow, “… this time? You mean… you were responsible for the last time?”

[dreadlaughter]

  "Well, what're you waitin' for? An invitation? Nya ha! You better eat up, or you'll fry that genius tactician brain of yours...and, as cool as that'd probably look, I'd really prefer if you'd stay alive for the time beingl!" 

  Henry giggled a bit at her distrust.    "Well, sure I did! --aw, what's with the dour look? It was only temporary! I promise! I was just curious about who's stomach could take it is all!" 

[jakehercydraws-archive]

DON’T DROP THAT THUN THUN THUN

[dreadlaughter]

  "I like to compare Kellam to a sad little metal potato, because he blends in with the background no matter where you put him and, if you boiled him, you still wouldn't be able to bite through that armor." 

[abittersoldier]

Hearing those names brought memories flooding back, which he quickly pushed back into the recess of his mind.  Those were for a another time, when he wasn’t tasked with gathering various things.  Nodding at the man’s suggestions, he looked at the list of herbs he had been given.  They were all fairly common, though some were poisonous.  He wondered what the mage had in store for these herbs, but it wasn’t his place to ask.  All he was after was a quick resupply and a quick exit.  The hair though…”Ricken…Which one of you people was that again?  I feel like I should know what he looks like,” he said with a shrug. 

[dreadlaughter]

  Good! A not! So he wasn't opposed to doing any of the tasks Henry'd laid before him. Honestly, the dark mage had worried that he'd have to do all of it himself, even if that meant sneaking out and gods knew he didn't need to wind himself up in anymore trouble than he was already in. 

  "Oh, you know, Ricken! The little Shepherd with the big hat and the loud voice and the even louder personality? Brown hair? Always carries a book of spells with him? Small wind mage? Very small. Don't say that to his face though! He'd probably sweep you right off your feet and into a swarm of hungry wolves or something! Nya ha!   Anyway, you get that stuff for me and I'll have you swimmin' in gold in no time! You'll be like a happy little fish in a sea of money! Only thing that could make that better is if you replaced money with blood! Then you'd be swimming in a sea of blood! How fun would that be! Nya ha!" 

[cinemagic]

aRE YOU KIDDING ME WHENEVER KELLAM TALKS SO SOMEONE HE DOESN’T HAVE A SUPPORT WITH HTE OTHER PERSON DOESN’T EVEN FACE HIS DIRECTION IM GONNA OH MY GOD?????

[the-blushing-dancer]

"H-henry…" Olivia looked down at her shoes, fingers worrying her hair even more, though she allowed a soft smile to grace her lips at his pun. "That’s sweet of you, but you should never try to change yourself… especially if it’s because others ask you to."

The dancer offers him a shy look from under her lashes, unable to look at him full in the face. For a creepy, blood obsessed mage, he was at the very least somewhat kindhearted. “Stay true to who you are.. That’s the one thing I’ve learned from dancing. You can try to do steps that you might not like, but you’ll never do them as well as someone who feels the routine in their heart.”

She blushes harder. “I-if that makes sense..”

[dreadlaughter]

  "It makes perfect sense! --I...I think." Henry's smile faltered, if only a brief moment, and his brow furrows just a fraction; hadn't she just told him not to be weird? But now she was telling him to be himself? Gee, pleasing this lady sure was hard! Or, was he not supposed to try and please her anymore?    "But I thought you didn't like my weird blood magic stuff! Well, whatever you say, Olivia! If that's what you think I should do, then I'll do it! --of my own accord? Is that how this works?" 

  "Hey, wait!" Henry's smile was back and just a toothy as before as something occurred to him. "Is all this 'staying true to yourself' stuff normal? Is that sorta a normal thing to do? Because then I can stay true to myself and be normal, and you'd like that, right?" Henry waited for an answer, eyebrows raised in a question, fingers nervously toying at the edges of his warn notebook that he'd conjured out of his sleeve again. Honestly, he was very curious on all this 'fitting in' and 'being normal' that he'd heard about from all his other Shepherd friends.    Maybe Olivia would finally be able to demystify this elusive concept for him...

  Even if it had to be through dancing analogies. 

[dreadlaughter]

  "Oopsie! Guess Fredrick found out about the ol' body-jar! He said I wasn't allowed to keep anymore 'spare parts' in the ration's tent, can you believe it? How lame! Where am I supposed to put this jar of pickled Plegian toes now?    ...wonder if Tharja would object to me keeping it in her tent..." 

[junior-tactician]

"Why would I give you my eyes," Morgan asks, thinking about running.  Why would he want his eyes?  He could give clipping or hair, but he draws the line at his eyes.  He needed those things!

[dreadlaughter]

  "Well, I was using an eye or two from the jar of pickled Plegian soldier body parts I hid in the storage tent! Nice and cool in there you know; perfect for preserving rotting flesh! Anyway, guess I lost 'em on my way to try out this new hex I whipped up last night. I'm sure they're rolling around here somewhere! Hey, if you find them, give me a holler, alright? Nya ha! Don't know if Olivia would take too well to a pair of gross, slimy eyeballs in her tent or something!   Ha! Imagine if they ended up in tonight's soup! That'd be awesome!" Henry let out a hearty laugh at the thought! What a riot that would be! Shame he wasn't on cooking duty that night...and he also lacked the eyes to pull the prank with anyway. Oh well!

[dreadlaughter]

atterria-the-tactician liked the soup! --probably...

  "Hello! Did you like dinner! Promise I didn't curse the basil this time 'round! Nya ha!" 

[dreadlaughter]

  "I'm on kitchen duty today, so I gotta run! Hex you later! Nya ha!" 

[dreadlaughter]

tactician-trainee started following you

  "Well, well! Hello, Morgan! Nice to see you up and about...off to go kill some baddies?" 

[dreadlaughter]

☭

Battle intro: "Huh? Why the sudden hostility? Ah well! I'm always up for a good scuffle!" 

Victory: "Guess you shoulda stuck to picking routes, not picking fights! Nya ha!" 

Defeat: "Oh...that's my blood! Oops...!" 

Assist: "C'mon! Lemme hex 'em!" 

Taunt: "That the best plan you can come up with?" 

Reacting to Taunt: "Oh, Joanne! You wound me!...too bad it isn't in the bloody sorta way!" 

Tie: "Calling it quits already? I'm not even...tired? Oh...guess I was losing more blood than I thought! Nya ha!" 

Perfect Victory: "Guess your magnificent mind isn't any match for my dark magic!" 

[dreadlaughter]

☭

Battle intro: "Hey, if you plan on killing me today, could you make it really bloody! Thanks!”

Victory: "Aw! And here I was hoping I’d get my guts strewn across camp! Oh well!” 

Defeat: "Knew I could…count on you…ha…look at all this blood!" 

Assist: "Want me to turn him inside-out for you?" 

Taunt: "Look! I’m not even bleeding yet! Where’s the fun in that?” 

Reacting to Taunt: "Enough chit-chat! Gimme an ax to the face already!” 

Tie: "Huh! Guess we’re both pretty done for today! Yeah! I can’t feel my legs anymore, and you might die if I don’t lift that curse soon! Nya ha!” 

Perfect Victory: "I guess axes just don’t mix well with long-range black magic! Sorry Flavia!”