Musings of the Dark Mage

Ah so it seemed that Chrom had actually welcomed the stray. Tharja had lingered, simply to wait for the outcome. Normally people didn’t really notice her ‘stalking’ but the other seemed quite perceptive. When it became clear that he had noticed him she straightened up and walked towards him. “Now about that debt…”.

“Y-you were serious about owing you?” Shulk feigned innocence with his question, shrinking back a step as the mage approached. Of course she was serious - Tharja definitely seemed the type who wouldn’t let a debt go that easily. And that’s what made the blond fear for his life. “Just what exactly are you planning, anyway?” Part of him REALLY didn’t want to know the answer to that question, though.

"Finding competent assistance is hard in this camp... Either the girls are all falling at Chrom's feet or the men bash their heads together in so called combat" Tharja scoffed. "You seem relatively sane and level headed, a perfect test subject for some ancient tomes I am trying to translate...".

"Looks can be deceiving…" Tharja hummed though the smirk on her face only highlighted that she was getting an awful lot of pleasure from seeing his panicked expression. It was amusing. Though she did agree that magenta wasn’t the best choice of clothes for a fighter. Then again her choice probably looked odd but to her she was comfortable in this. As much as she detested interaction with the other Shepherds (except Robin, sometimes Henry) she approached Frederick to tell him about their little guest and to get Chrom to speak with him. "In that tent there… And now you owe me."

Ah so it seemed that Chrom had actually welcomed the stray. Tharja had lingered, simply to wait for the outcome. Normally people didn't really notice her 'stalking' but the other seemed quite perceptive. When it became clear that he had noticed him she straightened up and walked towards him. "Now about that debt...".

"He seems very fond of picking up strays lately…I suppose you do if you really must" the dark mage scoffed as she turned away, her long dark cape flowing behind her. "Keep up then, before I declare you an assassin and have you cut down before you even get there…".

Cue another double take. Seriously, at this rate, Tharja was going to get Shulk killed before he even could prove himself to the Shepherds. “…Wait a minute!” He protested. “I don’t even look like an assassin! Do you honestly think an assassin would be wearing a magenta vest?!” Magenta was a really bad color for camouflage, as it provided absolutely no cover in any kind of terrain. After a brief sigh, he figured he might as well stick close to the dark mage, or else he’d probably end up dead.

"Looks can be deceiving..." Tharja hummed though the smirk on her face only highlighted that she was getting an awful lot of pleasure from seeing his panicked expression. It was amusing. Though she did agree that magenta wasn't the best choice of clothes for a fighter. Then again her choice probably looked odd but to her she was comfortable in this. As much as she detested interaction with the other Shepherds (except Robin, sometimes Henry) she approached Frederick to tell him about their little guest and to get Chrom to speak with him. "In that tent there... And now you owe me."

"For now… Only because of him…" Murmured Tharja as she glanced over to the camp slowly being set up. She wondered if her darling Robin had noticed how well she had massacered their foes. Surely he did. He was such a brilliant tactician with an eye for detail. "…you’d be surprised. All manner of people have crawled out of the floor boards to join this circus of blood shed…how very heroic."

Shulk couldn’t help but wonder who exactly she was talking about, but with very little context, his best guess would be Chrom. Still, that was neither here nor there right now. “…I don’t suppose I’d have any way of speaking to Prince Chrom about helping out myself, do I?” At least if he joined the Shepherds, he would have more people fighting alongside him against the annoying Risen.

"He seems very fond of picking up strays lately...I suppose you do if you really must" the dark mage scoffed as she turned away, her long dark cape flowing behind her. "Keep up then, before I declare you an assassin and have you cut down before you even get there...".

"I find they have their uses… Like target practice…" Mused the dark mage with a wide smirk on her face. "Though Prince Chrom believes it is his duty to go on a crusade to destroy them… A suicide attempt if I ever saw one but it keeps us busy and in bloodshed which is delightful…". She paused to study the man, he looked young for a mercenary but obviously he had lived so far so he must have some kind of skin.

“How… nonchalant…” That was really all Shulk could say about Tharja’s attitude toward the zombielike creatures. At least Prince Chrom seemed to have a more reasonable opinion about them… wait, Prince Chrom?! That name made the blond do a double take. “Wait, you mean to tell me that you work for the Shepherds?!” He was honestly very surprised, especially considering the clothing she wore was more typical wear of Plegians. Had Tharja not said anything, he would never have guessed.

"For now... Only because of him..." Murmured Tharja as she glanced over to the camp slowly being set up. She wondered if her darling Robin had noticed how well she had massacered their foes. Surely he did. He was such a brilliant tactician with an eye for detail. "...you'd be surprised. All manner of people have crawled out of the floor boards to join this circus of blood shed...how very heroic."

The dark mage studied him quite intently, noting the blade and coming to the conclusion he was some kind of swordsman. Well if he tried anything then a long distance Nosferatu should sort him out. “So you are on your own here…no army to call your own to back you up?”.

The swordsman shook his head as he looked back at Tharja. “…No, I’m all on my own.” He said. “I’ve been doing mercenary work on my own more than anything lately. Seriously, there’s been a ton of Risen attacks around here…” A hand went to the boy’s chin. “I take it your army isn’t too fond of Risen either, am I right?”

"I find they have their uses... Like target practice..." Mused the dark mage with a wide smirk on her face. "Though Prince Chrom believes it is his duty to go on a crusade to destroy them... A suicide attempt if I ever saw one but it keeps us busy and in bloodshed which is delightful...". She paused to study the man, he looked young for a mercenary but obviously he had lived so far so he must have some kind of skin.

"A brave dare indeed but I’ll concede for your honesty…" Tharja hummed as she tucked her dark tome under one arm. No doubt the army would be setting up camp and doing heavy labour was not under her resume as a dark mage. Interrogating a potential spy was though. "My name is Tharja, and you’ll be warned that daring to vex or back stab me will result in you suffering my most terrible of curses…are we clear, Shulk?".

“…Believe me, I’m not the kind of person who’s all that interested in back stabbing anybody.” The blond finally stood up and started brushing dirt off his outfit that had gathered since he had knelt there in the first place, the red sword affixed to his back swinging while he did so. “I’ve seen more than enough treachery where I came from. It did in my entire troop back then…” He frowned slightly, but then shook his head. “Never mind, the past is in the past.”

The dark mage studied him quite intently, noting the blade and coming to the conclusion he was some kind of swordsman. Well if he tried anything then a long distance Nosferatu should sort him out. "So you are on your own here...no army to call your own to back you up?".

Tharja raised an eyebrow at the male though she was silently studying him. Hm… He looked a little bit like their beloved tactician Robin. Not exactly, there was a slight resemblance. “To be killed by our army would have been an honour… Especially if it was one of my hexes…” Murmured Tharja with a wicked smile. “State your name, before I curse it out of your mouth.”

The more he heard from this woman, the more Shulk became intimidated. “…I’d honestly like as good a chance as any to see my next birthday come and go…” His voice faltered slightly by the end of his sentence. And yet, despite the fact that the woman had just threatened his life, she was demanding a name out of him. “There’s no need to cast a curse on me, really.” He stated. “My name is Shulk. Dare I ask for your own name in return?”

"A brave dare indeed but I'll concede for your honesty..." Tharja hummed as she tucked her dark tome under one arm. No doubt the army would be setting up camp and doing heavy labour was not under her resume as a dark mage. Interrogating a potential spy was though. "My name is Tharja, and you'll be warned that daring to vex or back stab me will result in you suffering my most terrible of curses...are we clear, Shulk?".

Tharja had been commanded to remain near the back in order to fire off her hexes and spells over the heads of her allies in order to strike their foes. Fine with her, it was the perfect vantage point to view the bloodshed. Though she sensed another presence on the battlefield, one not taking part in the devastation. Her gaze was drawn to some rocks as she slowly approached. As she rounded the corner she came upon some kind of male youth in bright clothing. “Spying on a battle? You’re either very brave or very foolish…”.

It was only until the teen heard a voice that his attention had been completely diverted by the warriors cheering down on the battlefield below, the newcomer’s tone causing him to prickle instantly with shock. It only took a second before blue eyes diverted over and took in the appearance of a shapely woman with jet black hair and dark, sneering eyes. It was a bit unnerving, but Shulk finally gave the woman an answer a couple seconds later. “…A little of both, I suppose.” He said. “I’d heard some weird noises coming from this direction in my travels, but the battle was well underway by the time I had gotten here. Besides, I’d rather not be mistaken for reinforcements for one side or another and end up getting myself killed by accident.”

Tharja raised an eyebrow at the male though she was silently studying him. Hm... He looked a little bit like their beloved tactician Robin. Not exactly, there was a slight resemblance. "To be killed by our army would have been an honour... Especially if it was one of my hexes..." Murmured Tharja with a wicked smile. "State your name, before I curse it out of your mouth."

Tharja had been commanded to remain near the back in order to fire off her hexes and spells over the heads of her allies in order to strike their foes. Fine with her, it was the perfect vantage point to view the bloodshed. Though she sensed another presence on the battlefield, one not taking part in the devastation. Her gaze was drawn to some rocks as she slowly approached. As she rounded the corner she came upon some kind of male youth in bright clothing. "Spying on a battle? You're either very brave or very foolish...".

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