"Mm... I love doom."

independent rp blog for henry from fire emblem: awakening. m!a: none

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       "A-Ah… I see." Noting the look of slight disappointment on his father’s face after he removed the garment, he hastily attempted to shroud it around himself once more. "Haha, much better now. Are you really sure you don’t need it, Father?”

       Inigo’s eyes widened, knowing that surely his dad would easily jest about such important things. However, there was still an offer available for him to teach him some things. His expression noticeably brightened up at this fact, “Wow, really? That sounds great… thank you!” It would be interesting to be a bit more like his father… right?

        Think of all of the guys he could hex once he learns how to utilize them! A chaste grin appeared on the mercenary’s face, as he dreamed of the great fun he’ll have… and no one would know a thing. Probably. “I really appreciate this!”

        “Alright, it’s a done deal. Do I have to do anything for you in exchange, or is it a kind gift from a dear father of mines?” Needless to say, he was a bit excited for what was to come.

        "… Ah, how do we start?"

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"Abso-tively posi-lutely! Well," he admitted after a moment, "I'll need it back eventually of course. But not right now; especially if you're gonna learn some magic, you ought to look the part!

Have you ever listened to what the bad guys say when they realize the Shepherds have me an' Tharja? Just one look at the robes and anyone who knows anything about the really fun applications of dark magic already has a reason to be scared."

"...Oh, but I don't wanna show you any scary stuff right now," Henry assured as an afterthought, seeming to realize his grin had taken on a bit of an eerie aura just from the idea.

"I'm just sayin'. There's lots of ways to help with hexes too! And naw, you don't have to do anything for me other than spending time together. That... is what fathers and sons are supposed to do, right?" He sure didn't know from experience, but that seemed like a good place to start.

Speaking of starting... "Oh, right! Well, first off, have you ever tried dark magic before? If not, you should know there's a chance your body could reject it entirely... I doubt it since you are related to me after all, but apparently it hurts when that happens and... I don't wanna hurt you," Henry said carefully.

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Fear and Punishment // musings/open

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As furious as Panne was about his actions, she could not ignore his injury. She doubted the healers would be in much mood to deal with him after today so they’d have to treat the wound by hand. They, she thought with a sigh, because she knew very well if she didn’t involve herself now, the dark mage would let the injury fester and become infected. He was childish like that. Foolish and so very childish. 

And yet for some reason she couldn’t begin to hate him now. She was angry with him, enraged even, but she couldn’t say she hated him. His downcast demeanor proved he thought bad of his actions. Perhaps it was a prank gone awry. Maybe he truly had every intention of being delightful and strange as he was prone to be. 

Still, she couldn’t bat an eye to what he’d done. He needed to be punished for his mistake so he’d understand not to do it again. As to the how, well, she figured Chrom and the tactician would come up with that answer. For now Panne would just align herself with picking up the pieces, starting with his injury. 

A hand found its way around Henry’s back. With a soft push, Panne tried to urge him to follow her back to her tent. “Come now,” she sighed with exasperation. “We’ll have the injury looked at. I will not have you bleed away because of this foolish mistake. We will clean you up and then we will discuss as to where to go from here. Angry as I am, you…”

"You deserve that much."

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Instinctively, he flinched ever so slightly at the hand on his back, as his first thought at the contact was that she'd decided to take her anger out violently after all. Pain was the kind of consequence he understood, not that it usually did well at deterring him from his... bright ideas, but it was something that made sense to Henry at least, something he knew what to do with.

As a small child spending most of his time in the wilderness, when he was helpless and naive, he often learned how to get by the difficult way. In mage school, when he was reckless and dangerous, there was corporal punishment. On the battlefield, when he was careless and brave, the consequences were life or death, though truthfully it was more or less the same to him by now.

All of it came down to the very same cause and effect scenario. He made a mistake, he gained a scar of some kind. There were a lot of scars by now, and he'd even grown rather fond of them in a twisted sort of way. He wouldn't have fought her if she had wanted to lash out at him; he knew he deserved it and he had nearly started to let himself get grotesquely excited about how cool his new injuries might look after the painful part was over and everything was back to normal.

But then Panne spoke and though she was still clearly displeased with him, there was kindness in her voice as well. She intended to take care of him, to help heal him, even after he'd done so much to hurt everyone. It was unintentional of course, but his reasons never mattered to the tall, snide school instructors, nor did they matter to enemies on the field; only the results of his poorly-planned actions. Henry obediently followed anywhere she wanted to lead him, but he didn't understand at all.

"...Huh, you think so? Thanks, I guess! But if you still wanna punch me or somethin', I probably deserve that too," he shrugged, but for all his confusion at this caring he didn't quite know what to do with, he sounded more like his usual upbeat self already just from how Panne didn't seem to hate him after all.

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                 ”Why are you always smiling?”

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"Smiling...? Aw, this is how I always look! Guess I'm just a happy guy," Henry shrugged, grinning as wide as ever.

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                 ”A happy guy? What is there to be happy about?” Tharja asked. shaking her head a bit.

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"Lots of things!" he insisted with a childish laugh. "For one thing, I got to play with the crows again a little while ago. That's always fun. Plus you never know when we'll be called into battle and get to splatter some bad guys all over the place. What isn't there to be happy about?"

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                 ”Hmm, those are some pretty interesting reasons for being happy.” Tharja responded, looking at the wide grin that always stayed plastered on his face. Henry was always an interesting person to talk to and she thought she was one of the obscure people. “I have a feeling you have plenty more reasons to be happy, right?”

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"Well, yeah!" Henry nodded in agreement. "I could think of a hex of a lot more if I tried. But actually, I don't even need a specific reason. Smiles just come naturally to me! Maybe you should try it some time," the white-haired mage added with another lighthearted snicker.

——— {✘}

                 ”I thought so.” Tharja shook her head again, just looking at the mage completely unamused with his word play. She made a quick face at the suggestion of smiling more and she shook her head once more. “No thanks. I’ll stick to smiling when I’m satisfied.”

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Indifference was one of the more positive reactions his puns received anyway, so Henry wasn't at all fazed by Tharja's clear lack of amusement. Instead he just fell quiet for a moment to ponder what she said next. "When you're satisfied, huh? Is there really that much stuff you're not satisfied with? 'Cause I sure don't see you smiling often... Maybe I could help!"

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                 ”Off the battlefield but if you’ve seen me on the battlefield…” A light giggle came from her lips. When she was on the battlefield she was the type to have good time, taking down enemies one by one was something she thought was satisfying. “And are you sure you want to help me?” 

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Somehow Henry's expression managed to eagerly light up even more, where most people would have likely been a little unsettled by her comment. "Oooooh, we should team up in the next fight then... I really wanna see that!"

Bloodshed and battle were things Henry happened to enjoy himself, though he had more of a fondness for causing as much destruction and chaos at once as he could get away with. A slight stylistic difference perhaps, but a common interest nonetheless.

"In the meantime though, sure thing. I always like to caw-ntribute any help I can, nya ha!"

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                 ”Team up with me? Well as long as you don’t get hurt by someone who isn’t me I’m all for it then.” She giggled softly after saying that, completely content with having Henry aid her in battle. It should be an interesting experience that Tharja should go through at least once.

"If you want to help me you can start by stopping with your wordplay." 

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"Oh, you don't have to worry about me. I never get hurt," he informed her smugly. "At least, nothing I don't dish right back out in double helpings! Better to give than to receive, that's what they say. Nya ha!"

Henry's expression shifted to one of puzzlement at Tharja's suggestion of how to help though and he tapped a finger to his chin in thought. "...Stop? Sorry, no can do. It's kind of a habit by now, y'know? I don't even realize I'm doin' it half the time. I guess you could say it's... pun-intentional!"

Clearly that one had been just to irritate her, judging by his expectant grin. Oh, Henry cracked himself up.

Clover’s been worried about telling her father that she was his child. She wasn’t quite sure if he was going to believe her or not. Seeing her father’s smile and hearing his voice, it was all a little too much for her.

She’s been dreaming about this moment for years, yet she had no idea what to say or do. She looked down at her father and chocked up a little. The last time she saw her father alive, he was much taller than her. She didn’t realize how long ago that was.

"You’re right about that, I’m Clover. It’s nice to see you again," she said trying to keep her composure. "father. I.. is it alright if I call you that?"

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"Clover? Gosh, that's a pretty name. I've talked to a few clovers before--the plant that is--and they've always been friendly!" He had no reason not to believe her. And even if she wasn't technically his daughter in this timeline, that didn't matter to Henry. He already felt some connection to her, a desire to be there for her as best as he could surging in him as Clover choked up.

"...Father, huh? Of course you can call me that, if you want! I like the sound of it... Even if I don't know much about how to be one," he admitted, feeling like he should be honest with her about that upfront.

"Especially to a kid who's taller than me! But I'll do my best, cross my heart and hope to die! ...Er, maybe not literally, not yet," Henry added quickly.

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                 ”Good to know. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you that I didn’t cause,” Another giggle slipped past her lips. “And as long as you can do some damage on the battlefield with me we’re going to do just fine together.”

             Tharja slightly glared at Henry for a second before returning to her emotionless expression. She knew that he did that pun on purpose and she would just have to deal with it for now. “Tch. I’ll make you stop one way or another…But I’ll just bear with your stupid wordplay for now.”

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"Aw, that's sweet of you to be concerned an' all, but I doubt you could hurt me either. I have a reeeally high pain tolerance, see," Henry explained. "But oh man, I'm even more excited than usual for the next fight now! I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they see they're up against two dark mages. The enemy's fear is one of my favorite parts... After the blood, of course."

His lips curved almost into a slight pout though when she insulted his puns. "Hey now, I'll have you know wordplay is among the highest forms of humor, according to someone important probably. Unfortunately not bears, though. I was good pals with a three-legged bear once, but he never really seemed to appreciate my humor either. Tough crowd these days, nya ha!"

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                 ”I’ll make sure to hurt you one way or another…I promise you that.” Tharja couldn’t help say that to him. Once he said she couldn’t she had to prove him wrong but he was lucky that she wouldn’t do it now. “But, don’t you worry about the next battle we’re in. You definitely won’t be disappointed.”

                 ”Mm, right. But your wordplay isn’t needed here. I hope you know you won’t get a reaction out of me no matter how hard you try.” She said simply, looking at Henry with the same expression she had throughout most of this conversation.

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Henry just giggled childishly, entirely unfazed by the threat. "Good luck! Especially if you're plannin' on using a curse. I'm really good at dispelling them. Anyway, I'm looking forward to it, so I'll be sure to blow lots of bad guys to smithereens with you! Pshew pshew!" He cheerfully pointed his fingers at nothing in particular like he was pretending to shoot fireballs out of them.

"Aw, I already told you though, I'm not trying," the white-haired mage insisted, continuing to grin just as stubbornly as Tharja remained deadpan watching him. "...Okay, maybe I was one of those times. But what's so bad about wantin' to spread smiles?"

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                 ”I’ll figure out something to use against you. I promise that you won’t see it coming until it’s too late. And you better, I don’t want to be dealing with the enemy by myself you know.” She grinned lightly, watching as he pretended to shoot fireballs from his fingers.

                 ”I feel like it was more than just once you purposely chose your words.” Tharja grimaced a bit, ignoring the grin that the mage continued to have on his face. “Nothing’s wrong with it…Just don’t spread a smile onto my face.”

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"Telling me that now kinda ruins the surprise a bit, don't you think? Now I know to be on my guard," he pointed out. "Plus, it can't be anything too deadly 'cause it'd be hard for me to help you out much if I'm busy decomposing. Ooooh, unless you were gonna turn me into a Risen! That might be neat... Can't promise I wouldn't kill ya then, though," Henry remarked with a nonchalant shrug.

He snickered though at Tharja's grimace. "If nothing's wrong with it, then what's the matter? Scared it might hurt? I promise, smiling is fun! I guess it does hurt a little bit if you do it too much, but it's a good kind of hurt, y'know? Even that goes away eventually. I've smiled so long I couldn't feel my face at all before!"

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                 ”Trust me, you will not see this coming,” She grinned softly. “And it won’t be anything too deadly. It’ll do damage, of course, but not enough to be permanent or cause you death. I’m sorry to crush your dreams but I won’t be turning you into a Risen anytime soon, so don’t look forward to it.”

                 ”I’m not scared to smile, I just don’t see much of a need to,” She stated bluntly. “I’ll stick to the face I always have on, thank you very much. I don’t need to smile when you’re there to do it already.”

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"Oooh, sounds fun! I do love surprises, even if they don't involve being undead." If Tharja was trying to intimidate him at all, it clearly wasn't working. He actually sounded genuinely excited to see what she would come up with, and if it wasn't supposed to be anything deadly he figured he could easily remove the hex if it ended up being inconvenient.

"Well, I never said you should remove your face. That's just excessive! Besides, what if I get chopped up into bits in the next fight, or get reeeeally sick and my guts fall out or..." Henry continued to list several more potential gruesome scenarios with morbid delight before seeming to remember his original point.

"Oh, right! If I wasn't around bein' cheerful, are you saying you might consider it then?"

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                 ”I had a feeling you loved surprises of any kind.” Shaking her head, she let out a light sigh. If there was one person she knew she wouldn’t be able to scare or intimidate it was Henry. His talent in the dark arts definitely helped with preventing to scare him. His hexes were just as strong as her’s, maybe even a bit stronger, but she would never say tat out loud. She wouldn’t give him the time of day for that.

                 As soon as she was about to speak up he started to go on and on with his gruesome scenarios. Tharja just grumbled lightly once he started and waited for him to get back on track. Once he went back to the original point she let out a light sigh of relief and was finally able to answer.

                 ”…Maybe”

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"Yup, sure do!" Henry nodded blithely in agreement. "But just so you know, if you send a curse to me, you just might get a little surprise of your own." He grinned, far more mischievous than malicious.

Oh, he knew Tharja was quite capable as well; but to Henry that was what made this more fun. Deflecting amateur curses was boring-- he rather enjoyed the thought of being challenged by someone more on his level.

He didn't even seem to notice her less-than-enthusiastic reaction to his eager rambling, but when she finally did get a chance to speak he hadn't quite been expecting her to say that. "Whoa, really? Hmm, that gives me an idea, actually."

As much as he enjoyed imagining and talking about his eventual demise, he'd rather not waste a perfectly good death on maybe making Tharja smile. Definitely not if he wouldn't even be around to see it! But he didn't have to be gone, just... Not being cheerful. Not that he could exactly stop on his own.

"...Have you ever tried a dual reversal hex? I haven't, but I've heard of 'em! There's one that's s'posed to swap one person's positive energy for someone else's negative energy. So, like, you could smile all you wanted even with me around. At least for a few hours or so. Neat, huh?"

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                 ”Yeah yeah I know. I’ll be ready for whenever that may happen.” Making a face at seeing Henry’s grin turn a little mischievous. After seeing that grin she would be on her guard for a little while.

                 Thinking about giving the mage “maybe” as an answer was probably not the best idea but it was too late now. So she just listened to the idea he had in mind and she couldn’t help the face she made at the possible idea. Now she should’ve said no to this because once Henry had an idea he would want to go through with it.

                 Nodding after he asked if she heard about the certain hex she responded, “I have, once. It’s pretty interesting but I’m not going to use it to swap our energy. I just won’t let that happen.”

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"That might be a hex-cellent idea," Henry remarked, giggling in a vaguely ominous manner to himself. Hey, he'd gone a while this time without actively trying to be irritating about the puns.

He couldn't help but be disappointed as Tharja so quickly dismissed his idea though. It seemed like a good plan to him! "Aw, why not...? I mean, I bet I could find some other way to help, but I don't see what the problem is with that way. Unless you just really don't want to be happy. But that's weird, even for you!"

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                 ”I’m glad you think so.” She’ll let that pun slide since he hasn’t made in the long while he’s been talking. She just shook it off and just focused on what he would possibly say next to her.

                 ”That’s not the reason I don’t want to do it. I just think it’s ridiculous to do just to get me to smile.” Thara corrected, shaking her head slightly. “But I have a slight feeling that you’ll bug me until we do that or I smile for you. Am I right with that?”

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"Naw, it's not for me. We're still gonna team up in the next battle, right? So I'm sure I'll get to see you smile then," he reasoned. "I was just gonna show you there's lots of things to smile about, but blasting the enemy into oblivion is probably one of my favorites! No complaints here."

He was apparently surprisingly content to drop the matter, but the truth was that Henry's demeanor seemed a bit more smug than usual as he instead tucked that particular idea into the back of his mind as a possibility for the future surprise he'd mentioned before. Tharja suddenly as sunny and cheerful as Henry normally was, and not even knowing what hit her? Now that'd be a sight to see.

[kokuouji]

shading??? ahHAaH……..

anyway henry i haven’t drawn in a while so i figured why not right???