[ Henry isn't sure what exactly happened, but he somehow got roped into running Tharja's Black Magic booth while she was off stalking Robin. The outrealms festival grounds - as supervised by Anna, merchant extraordinaire - are a loud, bustling affair, full of good natured trade, laughing rising to the sky like the curved billowing of smoke, the orange glow of a perpetual sunset pinning faint colours on wherever it may... basically, it's impossible to have a bad time.
Especially if you're a grinning idiot like Henry. ]
Get your dark magic here! I can do death curses, explodey curses, love potions, death curses, love spells, body-switching hexes, truth serums, death curses, aaaaand - death curses! Come one, come all.
[ A crow flies down and perches by Henry's hand. It caws a few times, prompting Henry to add, ]
You're right! Wow, you're smart. Limited time offer, buy one, get one free! Spells performed or otherwise designed by the man they call the-- the Plague of Plegia!
[ Indignant, the crow's feathers ruffle as he huffs out another tiny caw. ]
[Heading into the outrealms isn't so strange after experiencing the horror of alternate babyrealms (Leo is still glad he hasn't gotten hitched yet, because he's really not sure what's possessing people to have babies in the middle of a war.)
Either way, skipping to other realms isn't that weird, and they do need more tomes and staves and weapons.
... What he didn't expect, on the other hand, was a grinning, idiotic black mage. Hrm.]
... What are you even talking about?
[Honestly.]
"Explodey curses"? That sounds much like nonsense to me.
[ For someone to come up to his booth (well, Tharja's abandoned booth) and start asking such acerbic questions feels a bit rude, honestly, but Henry isn't about to let that get in the way of potentially making a new friend. In fact, the implications of the comments seem to roll off him like water. ]
You know, you curse something and it-- [ Spreading his hands in a demonstrative sphere, he makes an exploding sound to punctuate. ] And then its guts and squishy bits fly everywhere! I love the squishy bits.
[ The implication that he doesn't have any magic of worth causes Henry's grin to stiffen slightly. Calling him a grinning idiot, fine. Calling him a creep, pretty par for the course. Implicating his abilities as a mage is somewhat else entirely.
A wave of his hand and the whole sky darkens. Where there had been sunshine and a crisp, blue canopy only a moment ago, now dark-bellied clouds cover, and thunder claps.
His amicable happy tone doesn't change, but manages to take on a savage quality regardless. ]
[Leo, for his part, seems not at all concerned or daunted by the tone, though he does note it. It's not bad at all--if nothing else, at least this buffoon has some sort of spine, as all dark mages had ought to.
He crosses his arms.]
Then I would appreciate a valid explanation as to your magic's capabilities and worth. You are attempting to sell such a thing.
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Especially if you're a grinning idiot like Henry. ]
Get your dark magic here! I can do death curses, explodey curses, love potions, death curses, love spells, body-switching hexes, truth serums, death curses, aaaaand - death curses! Come one, come all.
[ A crow flies down and perches by Henry's hand. It caws a few times, prompting Henry to add, ]
You're right! Wow, you're smart. Limited time offer, buy one, get one free! Spells performed or otherwise designed by the man they call the-- the Plague of Plegia!
[ Indignant, the crow's feathers ruffle as he huffs out another tiny caw. ]
Shhh.
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Either way, skipping to other realms isn't that weird, and they do need more tomes and staves and weapons.
... What he didn't expect, on the other hand, was a grinning, idiotic black mage. Hrm.]
... What are you even talking about?
[Honestly.]
"Explodey curses"? That sounds much like nonsense to me.
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You know, you curse something and it-- [ Spreading his hands in a demonstrative sphere, he makes an exploding sound to punctuate. ] And then its guts and squishy bits fly everywhere! I love the squishy bits.
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[What the hell kind of dark mage are you, Henry... Leo looks less than impressed, arms crossed.]
On top of being entirely unnecessary and inefficient.
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[ HE'S ONLY THE BEST DARK MAGE EVER HOW DARE YOU SIR ]
Plus, one exploded guy tends to send everyone else running. Battle over! Now that's strategy, nyaha.
[ It's funny because he's saying the thing that Robin always says. ]
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You--
[WHAT??]
Exploding one soldier and hoping the others shall turn tail and flee is hardly a proper battle strategy!
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[ It's possible that, by now, Henry is trying to rile up Leo a-purpose. ]
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What--! [UGH] You are wasting my time. If you do not have any actual magic of worth, I have no reason to remain here.
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A wave of his hand and the whole sky darkens. Where there had been sunshine and a crisp, blue canopy only a moment ago, now dark-bellied clouds cover, and thunder claps.
His amicable happy tone doesn't change, but manages to take on a savage quality regardless. ]
Nothing I do is nonsense.
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He crosses his arms.]
Then I would appreciate a valid explanation as to your magic's capabilities and worth. You are attempting to sell such a thing.