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@raudrraven
NEED SOMEONE CURSED?
isola-affiliated blog for henry from fire emblem: awakening, as penned by vlad.
blog content includes:
curses! lots of those.
some amount of blood.
probably more than you're expecting.
lots of animal friends.
a surprisingly traumatic backstory.
and a little guy willing to make friends with anyone. :)
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Masa's legs feel as though they're made of jelly. He'd barely fit inside that that big wheeled, metal vehicle that had taken him over to these buildings. His mouth hasn't yet closed once but remains gaped at marvel of everything he's witnessed thus far. He asked too many questions only to receive little to no answer for his questions and the pamphlets barely any help either. They also handed him a strange rectangular gadget that now uselessly hangs from his moneypouch, half of it sticking out still.
Finally those legs give in and Masa falls onto the ground, kneeling there in front the long row of townhouses built in style he's never witnessed before.
" What am I to do now.... ? "
He's gotten used to strolling the main streets when the eclipses happen, because newcomers would be wandering around without any direction. The townhouses line the twisting roads of the Cotes Ward, and a little ways away from where he lives, there's a swordsman kneeling in the dirt and looking downtrodden.
Henry skips up with a happy little hum, hands folded behind his back before he speaks up.
"Hey! You look lost. Looking for your house? I can help out! I live a little ways down the road."
He leans back to point at the townhouse he'd stepped off the porch of.
She's sitting outside the library in Cotes at a table, surrounded by several books on the local flora and fauna, as well as a whole mess of herbs and other plants she'd picked up for study.
There's several pixies floating around her, organizing the books in alphabetical order and stacked by color. They're audibly arguing with each other about where the different Blue ones should go, and if the blue is more purple in color or not.
Other pixies are getting roped into the nonsense the longer it goes on, and Fahne is barely the wiser, completely engrossed in the book in front of her.
He's been watching the pixies arguing for long enough that he has finally noticed the cat ears worn by the other - and that has his mind wandering to Panne, who he misses dearly, and that pushes him into approaching and scattering a few of the little creatures.
"Wow, that's a lot of plants. I've never seen that pink one before - but those bluish berries are really tasty. Don't eat more than five though."
He points down at the branch she had laid before her, the pixies resettling onto his shoulders to pick at the pale hair around his ears.
"You're - new around here, huh?"
i haven't done anything here in a bit so! please consider this a starter call!
At Henry's insistence, Daud holds out his left hand, focusing on the strangeness of the Void. It was where everything had come from, and eventually would swallow everything in turn. Perpetual hunger. Perpetual want. Where dreams, nightmares, and visions rested.
Whalesongs echoed, vibrations traveled indefinitely. It was a cold feeling- but also an invigorating one.
Which power to lend this fellow sorceror? Daud mulled over the abilities innate to him...
Wandering Gaze the Overseers warned of. Daud's vision to pierce the Void and see what he needed, what he desired, which void-touched bones called to him long before he could even hear their moon-sick calls.
Daud released the hold, piercing Henry the way Thomas' tines marked whaleskin for Daud to cut. The hook Daud had secure, he let his focus go.
"With this, your eyes can pierce the Void. Your desires, your goals, your connections cannot be hidden from you, even through walls. You will see the light of souls as they surround you. You will know what they sense, you will know if they sense you."
Henry's expression, normally frozen in an uncanny smile, falters at the thrumming of whalesong under his skin. It made him feel like he'd been dipped in a mountain stream, goosebumps raised from glacial runoff. Daud is quiet as he decides, mentally flipping through a book of perceived sins to choose which to share.
He didn't feel anything beyond the strange sensation of being dunked into the cold, but Daud explains what's been shared to him. Wandering Gaze.
As soon as Daud finishes his explanation, Henry's reaching inward for that new power. The room around him looks like it's been dunked in ink, the world darkened to grayscale to focus on the people in the space.
There's Daud, a bright beacon before him, and there's Ada in one of the rooms nearby - her office, he thinks. Enki at the front desk, with Cahara chattering his ear off like normal.
There's a giddy laugh that bubbles out of him, his shoulders shaking as he does.
"Oh. Wow! This is really cool!" He squints one eye closed before he swaps to the other eye, the cool violet of his gaze brightened to almost white. "It's kind of a lot to focus on. Do you see like this all the time?"
Daud quirked his brow at the master of curses, uncrossing his arms and legs as the man danced around in front of him to ask how the study was going.
"Hm. Mostly new meditation techniques. He's been looking more at the kind of magic I can do, and I've been learning more theories. Mostly about soul-types. And the Green Hue."
Daud extends his left hand out, removing the glove to reveal the scars on his hand and the blackened brand of the Outsider's Mark.
"I don't really do magic," he says, "Not so much that it is an inseparable part of me now. Even if I don't call on my connection with the Void... the Void is inexorable."
"There are some things I can control now that I didn't used to be able to. I can share some of my power with others, without sacrificing anything of myself."
Daud hummed in amusement, "At the height of my gang there were a mid-sixty people sharing in my strange powers. I didn't choose whom or how- but with the limits on this bond here, I can. For a short while." He quirked his head,
"Would you care to try?"
"Oh, I'm terrible at meditation. Enki says I don't have the patience for sitting in one place for too long."
Daud offers his hand out and Henry comes closer to look, hand hovering out over the mark without touching. He isn't sure he's allowed to touch, but the energy radiating out of it feels remarkably like some of the tomes he had found in the libraries of the school, advanced tomes of dark magic that weren't allowed to be wielded by any but the most powerful sorcerers.
"The Void? ....it feels a lot like my magic from back home. More powerful than my Ruin tome, that's for sure."
There's a sparkle in Henry's eyes as he leans back, hands dropped to fold behind him once more. Daud had more of his powers back, then? And he could share them?
"Sixty! Wow. The Shepherds had....I think twenty members at our largest. Maybe a little more."
When Daud offers to share them with him, Henry is immediately back in his space with delight on his features.
"Please! Please? I want to see how this Void feels."
@dishonoredknife
"So, you've been learning magic with Enki?"
Henry's head pops up behind Daud's shoulder when he's seated, hovering a bit until he can tell he has Daud's attention and he can dance around in front of him.
He had discarded his cape for the time being, swaying back and forth a bit as he seems to consider what he wants to say.
"Did he tell you anything really interesting? It's been slow going with our lessons. I thought you didn't really do magic?"
"losing on purpose is a form of lying."
"While true, it's also the, like, least bad sense of lying."
He flicks his tongue against an old split on his lip, one that almost mirrored one of David's own scars, and kicks his feet a little at the edge of the pool. It's one of David's scheduled shifts with monitoring the pool and everyone else is busy with laundry day. Lucky for Henry (and maybe unlucky for David), Henry's already finished his portion of the cleaning and recasting of the curses around the building.
"You can't look me in the eyes and tell me that you've never lost on purpose! Everyone does at least once, even if it's just to a little kid or something."
He looks down at his reflection in the water before he hums.
"I bet you would let me win."
i haven't done anything here in a bit so! please consider this a starter call!
the best of ron swanson. a collection of writing prompts based on things said by ron swanson of parks and recreation. feel free to edit as you see fit to match pronouns, names, etc. meant exclusively for roleplay purposes!
"never half-ass two things. whole-ass one thing." "the less i know about other people's affairs, the happier i am." "i'm not interested in caring about people." "i like saying no. it lowers their enthusiasm." "i would prefer she ask for my permission so i can say no." "i was born ready. i'm [first] fucking [last]." "i am not a sore loser. it's just that i prefer to win, and when i don't, i get furious." "if you don't believe in love, what's the point of living?" "because it doesn't exist, because that's nonsense, because you're an adult." "i do not approve of this." "i gave her a kind nod." "everything i do is the attitude of an award winner, because i've won an award." "i was talking to the ribs." "not to worry, i have a permit." "i can do what i want." "normally, if given a choice between doing something and nothing, i'd choose to do nothing. but i will do something if it helps someone else do nothing. i'd work all night if it meant nothing got done." "you people have no idea what you're talking about." "that's funny. somebody just told me you were queen of the gays." "uh, thank you... for this. uh, this all good. night good. uh..." "i know more than you." "when people get too chummy with me, i like to call them by the wrong name to let them know i don't really care about them." "i hope the rest of your day is cool beans." "i came here for the same reason people go to the zoo." "i once thought i had a friend. then it turned out he was the single worst person i have ever met." "just give me all the bacon and eggs you have." "please do not approach me on the street." "when i eat, it is the food that is scared." "there's been a mistake, you've accidentally given me the food that my food eats." "is this not rap?" "you had me at meat tornado." "i know what i'm about, son." "anyway, please do not misinterpret the fact that i am talking right now as genuine interest in art and attempt to discuss it with me further. end of speech." "i can smell the sulfur coming off her cloven hooves." "i can't go because i don't want to." "i don't think so. i think we're gonna be fine." "i cracked the bottom of the toilet bowl." "he might have just disappeared off the earth." "i wish this office had only walls." "since i am not a rabbit, no, i do not." "counteroffer. you take me nowhere, and i talk to no one." "why is everyone else so bad at eating?" "losing on purpose is a form of lying." "i hate everything." "everything before that was a mistake." "do you see the problem here?" "keep your tears in your eyes where they belong." "i suffer from a disorder called sleep fighting." "there will be alcohol there, so i will go as well." "creativity is for people with glasses who like to lie." "i'm a simple man. i like pretty dark-haired women and breakfast food." "when did kids get so interested in fun?" "well, this is great." "i'm heading home, so as to not have to be here anymore." "we have one activity planned. not getting killed." "on principle, i never say anything that another person is obviously trying to get me to say." "people are idiots, [name]." "what's it like to stare into the eye of satan's butthole?" "i regret nothing. the end." "i regret everything." "i'm not sure i'm interested in that. no, i am sure, i'm not interested in that." "this is my hell." "i hate the public. the public is stupid." "i would rather bleed out than sit here and talk about my feelings." "i don't want to seem overdramatic, but i really don't care what happens here." "my friends know i have a strict no call policy." "i don't drink alcohol from that portion of the color spectrum." "i used a fake name. les. les vegetables." "usually i take it neat, but i will make an exception in the name of health." "literally everything is a weapon." "i love nothing!"
Curiosities like this are a feast for his mind. With enough time, enough experience, he might be able to identify the whole of this book's purpose. Finding a language key would need to be a priority, though, before deciphering could happen. If its entire purpose was the casting of one spell, theoretically, it could be a lexical of all interactions of the formulae in the book.
"You happened upon this? Or were you gifted this? It is old? Does it only cast Ruin–"
He pauses to hold up a finger on his good hand.
"Cast Ruin on that bedsheet over there. I must see it."
Henry's comment, however, makes his expression even more deadpanned than before. He had sequestered himself with the explicit purpose of NOT being found. What it meant? Henry had yet to find his hiding space. And that was a boon.
"Not the same one, but my first tome was one like this. The way they work back in Plegia are....hmmmm."
He taps the edge of the table as he considers how to explain the way magic worked back home, before he waves his hands in a vague gesture.
"Magic used to be a lot more uncontrolled then it is now, but you would use your body as the fuel regardless of it being anima, dark or light magic. As things got more common, they contained the casting to objects like tomes and staves in order to spare the mage casting it."
He's asked to cast the spell mid explanation and he pulls it back over to himself, holding the book tight in his grip as he pulls his hand over the pages. The spell pulls at his fingertips and the pages under them before the energy coalesces on the target object.
There's a great rending of the air before the sheet is torn apart, the edges of the remaining fabric eaten away by the magic. Henry beams a grin, looking utterly pleased.
"This book only casts Ruin for now. There are more powerful tomes that hold more spells. I had my hands on a book once called Goetia, penned by a legendary mage. It's also missing right now, unfortunately."
"..."
Leaves of paper scatter into all four cardinal directions as Henry, explosive as ever slammed a heavy tome down onto his workspace. He'd cleared a space at the Butterfly for his own research while the laundering had the place closed for the entire day. He'd taken to magically hanging linens in exchange for the pervasive quiet to get through a few books.
"I was in the library," he grumbles, "What is this?"
It's a beautifully bound book, and rich purple. Purple was a royal color due to its harvesting being difficult. It's not a color often found outside of precious few natural elements.
Of course it attracts his attention, "A grimoire of some kind."
Enki raised a finger to gently inscribe silvery symbols into the air with his spindling, gloved fingers, testing for potential curses and wards first, before nudging the cover open to pour over the contents.
"Interesting. Am I to assume this is your primary spell focus, then?"
"It's one of them, yeah. I usually have a fire one too, but it's still missing."
There's no wards on the book itself, though the lettering inside is distinctly foreign to anything Enki had seen in his many years of research and study. The magical nature of it showed in the careful writing and diagrams of spell circles, though the edges of the pages were starting to crumble in a way similar to the way magic ate at Henry's fingers.
"It's my favorite one - so I'm glad to have it back. It lets me cast Ruin primarily. If I get my Mire book back, I might sew the pages into this one to make them a collected book."
He plops down into the seat across the table from Enki, arranging his cloak under himself.
"You must've found a secret corner of the library. I looked all over that place and didn't find you."
@deeperthicket !
"Hey, you're back!"
Henry runs up, boundless energy wrapped up in a warmer cloak than before, and thumps a heavy purple tome in front of Enki. The bird accompanying him quorks a curious little sound.
"Two things. One: you missed my birthday! And two: I got my book back!"
@raudrraven (Wintertide Starter Call)
"Well don't you look fancy." She grins, having slipped away from the majority of the crowd and wandering around the corners of the room, looking for a better spot to idle against a wall... She wasn't expecting to see more people she knew, though, least of which HENRY of all people.
"Having fun? Didn't think this was your scene."
"Helena!"
She slips to the sidelines in time for Henry to wander up and grab her hands, swaying back and forth with excitement. The tassels of his cape sweep the floor behind him, just a touch too long.
"I love parties, actually! I just didn't get to go to too many of them. Last time I went to one, someone almost got murdered."
He steps back after a moment, hands going to his cape instead.
"I didn't think this was your scene, though."
wintertide!
a party! how fun! he loves a good party. he'll be lingering around the edges of the space, though he's not exactly being a wallflower - he's just looking for a good place to get up to mischief in. he's very happy to dance as well.
he'll be wearing this outfit, tailored from one of his adventures, with hand stitched details and glimmering gold thread.
Rapi wouldn't have ever thought she'd be getting a live demonstration on how things work. There was no denying what had transpired in front of her at all. Anyone else probably would've been screaming and shouting. But here it felt like she was finally getting an explanation to some things. As opposed to the alternative...being in the dark even more as she went about her time here.
"That it seems. I expected something with a little bit more grandeur. Like saying a long incantation or some magic words beforehand. Honestly its a bit disappointing to know that isn't how its done."
Or maybe it was more closer to just her expectations being shattered then anything else.
"And you said better ones come with time to prep? How much more potent are you talking?"
"That's how magic used to be done. Big gestures and words and all that hullabaloo. I still like a few big gestures when casting, but I guess I got more precious with it when I was training as a knight. Can't do big arm movements when on a horse!"
He drums his fingers on the page. Where they touched left faint black prints on the paper which faded after a slow moment, like it was drinking in the color like ink. Ruin was a basic tome for him, but it was still dark magic - it had to take its due when cast.
"Yeah, bigger and better curses take time. The worst ones I've seen take several days but I've seen them kill people in some of the worst ways from half a world away. Court magicians that know how to curse a rival are worth a pretty penny, because it makes it waaaaay easier to cause problems."
"I've never managed to do that, but I have managed to curse a guy to be unable to sleep to see how long he lasted. And I almost figured out how to raise the dead! Almost."
The encroachment of personal space came a bit of a surprise, but he could hardly blame the man — it was sheer excitement and awe, so he could understand the enthusiasm getting the better of the other party.
"He does — he's not like dogs we have back home, though it's a bit complicated to explain. It might be better to when he's with us". A sway of his head dispelled any implication that Henry owed anything back. "It's a shame you've been separated, and I hope you can be reunited. A raven wouldn't have come to mind if you'd asked to guess what breed of bird you'd become friends with. But that unusual bond makes it all the more special to see. Like when animals that are expected to be incompatible care for one another".
"Yeah! I've always had an easy way with animals. Ravens are super smart, so if you can get a few members of the flock to like you, the whole thing will follow you. And I've met wolves and horses and pegasi, though they usually don't like me, and one time a wyvern bit me because it liked me too much."
He thinks of Minerva and finds himself feeling awfully sad for a moment. Memories of the Shepherds came with the sharp pangs of swallowed glass, but he's quick to ignore the thought to look back at his new friend with a bright smile.
"I do know there's some weird animals here though. Have you seen the birds with megaphone heads? I want one so bad."
