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INBOX text / audio / video / action Hiya! I'm Henry, and I don't want to brag, but I'm preeeeetty much the scariest dark mage in Plegia! art credit code credit

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[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles keeps them off the main streets, away from casual observers. Surely the coven has some larger and more close monitoring of the citizens, but he can at least minimize any immediate suspicious reactions.

He's headed in the general direction of the refugee district, but in a meandering, unconcerned way. He's got a destination in mind, but there's no rush to get there.]

Hmmmm. I take it you're something of a scholar then? [The tone in his voice is clearly approving.] Pushing at the edge of magics and testing their limits eh? I like that in a man. [And it's true. One of two people he likes is fond of dark magic, pushing its boundaries, exploring its potential.] And clearly you've no qualms against retaliation. Another quality I like.

[He stays quiet for a beat, ears swiveling quickly around, checking to make sure they're alone now.]

I have a project I could use your help on. I promise you it'll be...fun. [His smile is inviting in only the worst ways.]

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[A smile's a smile to Henry, and it seems inviting enough. Approval is something Henry can never shoot down, and he laughs. Henry's particular type of laughter makes way for a questioning intonation at its tail, somehow.]

Fun? If it has anything to do with my particular "scholarly" pursuits, I'm sure it'll be a slaying of a good time! Because you're pretty much right, yup. Don't know if I'd call myself a bookworm, but when I know magic exists, it steps up my pulse. I can't say no to the worst of it.

[Such flattery, though...!? What is he supposed to do with it all but laugh it off? So he does. It's a default Henry reaction.]

[cyclopticsadist]

I have an enemy who needs his wings clipped so to speak. Unfortunately he's a powerful witch, with dangerous and extremely devoted bonds.

[No point in beating around the bush. It's Henry.]

I need to rip off his fingers, not let him die, and if possible, mute or dampen his bonds so they don't come rushing in. Can I count you as an ally?

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Whoa.

[That's... something he hasn't been involved in in some time. Henry nearly slows, but not for any disgust or squeamishness. Wonder, perhaps.]

So there's a big bad Witch, and you need someone who can make sure that he won't lose too much blood, huh...? Just a bit of payback? Well, I'm a pretty good healer, too. They must've REALLY crossed you, nya ha!

[Hm. He wonders what happened to bring them to this point, but it hardly feels right to ask. If anything, he simply wants to make sure Niles is pleased with him, so he nods.]

I could do that stuff. As long as I get to hold the fingers. I wanna hold fingers!

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It's more...preventative than pure spite. Obviously I'm going to enjoy myself, but it's ultimately self preservation.

[His smile fades slowly. He takes a deep breath. He'd been preparing what details to share, and how to phrase them. Having his agreement already and not having to use the details to bargain for sympathy from someone he's not entirely sure is capable of it actually makes it suddenly easier to elaborate.]

I have an ugly past. The fae put me in an illusion that took me back there, and Linden saw. He knows illusion magic, and he knows my past, and there's no question that he'll put the two together if and when he feels like it.

[Then the smirk returns in a flash as he abruptly switches gears back to the details of his plan.]

He needs his fingers to do illusion magic, so you won't just get to hold them, you're welcome to keep them.

[He is very pleased with Henry.]

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Linden, huh...

[He's never met the fellow, but he starts to piece such a situation together in his head. Henry raises a slender finger of protest, just a minor one.]

So he saw it, and he could put you through it again, is that what you're worried about? [A mild tip of his head, with a similarly mild smile.] Did this schmuck threaten you?

[If it were him, he'd just place his hopes in the good will of the Witch. Nothing he can do over spilled milk, and at that point, it'd be the spilled blood of a butcher shop's worth of trauma. Niles must be in a similar boat to be cautious of it.]