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                                    @loptyrant || SC.

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               A single glance at Julius had originally told Henry he was in for a Good Time.  The kid seems like an agent of chaos -- stories from his world told of the kind of evil he was capable of, and Henry was initially excited to see the kind of things he’d get up to in Askr.

               But the summoner sends them out together, and Julius steals one of Henry’s kill.  The curse Henry conjured to make blood pour from the soldier’s eyes falls flat, and he has no issue with telling Julius he has a problem with it.

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               ❝ Hey!!  Don’t kill-steal!!  I was raised by wolves and I have better manners than you!!  

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                              @caraidean * Tiki || semi-plotted

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               There’s clearly a reverence to which the other Shepherds address Tiki.  Henry mostly watches.  They call her ‘My Lady’ and the ‘Voice of Naga’, but since when has Naga ever said anything worth listening to??  Last Henry knows, Naga’s words included ‘Kill All Plegians’, which is a sentiment Henry can get behind, but has to first ask why it stops there.

               If Tiki is a woman that should be approached with reverence, then Henry should never speak to her.  But he does, anyway, because that’s Henry.

               Casually, he slips beside her, not looking at her, but clearly addressing her all the same.

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               ❝ Funny how they only ask for your advice now, huh??  Seems a little tardy to me, if you actually can talk to some one else in your head.  Ya know, my psychiatrist said that’s something he can fix.  

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                                                            @despotbled  || SC.

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               Something is incredibly entertaining about that weird breed of people the summoner likes to call ‘Fallen Heroes’.  Henry knows some sick dastards -- in fact, in many cases, he’d call himself a connoisseur of them.  He’d also call himself a comedian, and his best jokes stem from tragedy and time.  These guys??  It doesn’t take a shrink to see how messed up they are.  If Henry weren’t a fan of danger, he might warn people to stay away.  Often times, these fallen ‘heroes’ seem more murderous than even he -- what a feat!!

               In his opinion, they’ve at least earned such an accolade, and in the hours the summoner doesn’t have him running battles or errands or training, he’s taken to watching them to see how messed up things can really get.

               He thinks his favorite fact about these fallen is that they aren’t just incredibly similar to already existing people ( are they unfallen heroes?? ), they’re a one-to-one match!!  Tiki to Tiki, Corrin to Corrin, and Berkut to Berkut.

               Now there’s a stuck-up prissy-pants.  Henry’s not so cruel to consider mentioning the cursed Tiki to the poor little girl who he played dress up with last week, or the shaking Corrin to the girl who cried upon seeing that version of herself, but Berkut is totally fair game.  From everything Henry’s heard from all the little birdies around Askr, he deserves a bit of teasing.

               Finding him isn’t especially difficult -- Henry finds him with some kinda tea or whatever it is fancy nobles drink.  Feigning innocence, he folds his hands behind his back and marches to face Berkut squarely, grinning the entire time.

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               ❝ Say, you’re Berkut, right??  The Berkut??  Who killed, uh, what was her name??  Rainie, Reneé, Rihanna...??  

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                   'Not the kind to tell a lie’ — some irritating buzz in the back of his head chided him on not introducing him to the likes of Manfroy sooner, but the immediate reminder afterwards that the accursed cultist seemed completely absent from Askr lifted Arvis’ mood enough all on its own to prompt him into pushing the tome he’d been reading away from him and laying his hand flat on the surface of the table in front of him. He would not chastise Henry for approaching him after all the chaos he’d put him through or chase him away ( not yet, at least; not until he pulled something else… ). If he had a genuine issue with reading it was hardly anything he could help. As irritating as the other mage could be, the lack of ease of access to education suffered by the common peoples had been an issue that had acted as a particular point of focus in his policies as a duke.
                   He just needed someone to read him the tome and walk him through it. Arvis gestured to the seat opposite his.
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                   "I can help with that. No favours required — please… You just need me to read it to you, don’t you?? Point out what parts of the spell in the book you seem to be having the most issue with.”

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                Umm, all of it?? 

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               That’s basically what he’d already asked for, right??  Had Arvis missed something??  Chalking it up to ‘Arvis is weird’, Henry’s more than content to just move on, considering how awkward he already feels asking for a favor.  He’s got no problem normally giving favors left and right, but when it’s his turn to ask...  It just feels wrong.

               He carelessly dumps the tome onto the desk and just as nonchalantly falls into the seat Arvis gestured to.  Even though his whole body nearly crashed into the seat, he then immediately scrambles to be sitting on its very edge, close to the desk as he can manage, and flip open the book with a single finger.  He points to one of the first words on the page.

               ❝ Look,  he starts, smile pulling more to one side than the other.   It’s some kinda modifier-chant-thing to make it stronger, I guess.  Words have power, yadda yadda, but it makes all the letters swim together!!  How the heck am I supposed to be able to have this thing battle ready by tomorrow?? 

               He falls back into his seat, folding his arms, brows furrowing, but still smiling.  It takes just a second, but he has no problem reciting the very start of a regular Bolganone spell.  Without power driving it, no fire is conjured.  It’s just a recitation.

               ❝ It’s not the same.  I bet you can see it.  

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oKAY BABEYS

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  > NEW THEME   > NEW RULES (copy pasted from my other blogs so dont worry too much lol)   > ALL THREADS: DROPPED (except the art thread w/ trikey and the one i had with pigeon)   > NEW TAGS

COME THE FUCK AT MEEEE

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               ❝ Today, I want to catch a really big bug!!  Ooh, and I’ll catch another one and make ‘em fight!!  

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