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Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

There was a space of twelve seconds exactly as Logan attempted to process a lot of things happening at once. He'd been laughed at, for one. That wasn't supposed to happen. It hadn't happened to his face before, anyway. The dark mage mused on the seeming humor in his entire situation(bloody face and all) before continuing to digest the next tidbit of information, a rather juicy one that could prove to be valuable in the future. Another attractive blonde woman had identified his roommate as Prince Laius of Plegia, explaining the man's seeming insistence to show of his sparks and the oaf's insistence about women waking up the prince(Logan noted darkly this didn't seem to apply to chairs). Then there was the informative knowledge of the direction they were headed. Regna Ferox. Grima knew how much he hated the cold, windy, and most of all barbaric place. Logan would go, of course, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy the blasted weather.

The dark-eyed one snapped back to reality as a rough hand shoved him a vulnerary. The would-be bodyguard, of course it was. "Look, yo-" Logan was cut off by the most insulting reply he'd heard for a very, very long time, and it infuriated him, the black rage surfacing yet again. The next words were yelled at the pitch and intensity of a wyvern's death scream, with the dark mage seriously considering using the last of the charges in his Dying Blaze tome to explode his would-be attacker. "You stupid bastard! You HIT THE PRINCE WITH A CHAIR AS SOON AS YOU GOT ME TO STOP BLOCKING HIS NOSE BY THREATENING TO DECAPITATE ME! How the FUCK am I SUPPOSED to DODGE STUPIDITY! Oh I think I'm bleeding again."

He growled dismally as he looked down at the flask, shaking it to see how much was left. The sloshing sides suggested one treatment, that was it. With a sigh of resignation(his anger all but abated) Logan downed the solution, feeling a slight tingling as his nose stopped the geyser of blood and snot while simultaneously his body began to restore balance to his system, the alcohol being transmuted into various essential factors. Muttering darkly about how even a daft assassin can be useful once in a while, he left the room(squeezing past all three of the people currently crowding the door) and headed down the stairs toward the door.

Logan got outside and grinned slightly, the warm, dry air of his homeland welcoming yet another day. After noting the bandaged spellcaster on the horse, Logan made his way over to the trough and began to clean his face, pulling off the metallic neck-guard in order to wash that too. As he worked, he called out to the man on the threadbare horse, letting loose a stream of conversation. "You're the current leader of the Shepherds, right? Headed to Ferox? Cold place, you know. Ah, yes, Lumara told me about you, offered to take me along. You look like you need all the help you can get, yes? Speaking of which, there will probably be two more, one who's either royalty or very good at lying, and an oafish assassin who kills via 'helping people'. You know, good stuff. I'm Logan of Plegia. And you? A mage, yes, but I meant name, so I at least know who I'm following into battle."

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Appologies for the short post, couldn't think of much else to do to flesh it out.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

As Lumara voice's cut through the awkward silence, Logan grunted something unintelligible, glaring darkly at the door as he stood up. Still clutching the font of the dripping blood that coursed out of his nose, the dark-haired man leaned his head back in the attempt to stop the fluid leaking from his nose. After carefully raising his body up to standing position, the dark mage moved back toward the wall and used it to support his weight as he began to make his stumbling way toward the door. Logan chose this time to actually answer Lumara's inquiry about his nose, although the spellcaster wasn't in any mood for any more of the hated questions. He spat out the next few words, lacing them with as much venom and hatred as he could. "Some stupid oaf hit me in the face with a chair." A tiny fraction of time passed as Logan continued his faltering journey across the seemingly swaying room before a single thought cut through his black mood, striking true at his inquisitive nature. He paused, mouth slightly agape, staring at the Wyvern Lord with slightly clouded eyes. "Lumara, what was the end destination of this journey, anyway? It slipped my mind to ask."

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Well, there was a man screaming for a healer earlier and claiming that there was a dying mage in the room if you want something to interact with.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Could do a support with Logan, see how that turns out.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

I would figure curative magic would do something to fix that.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

The only problem there is that there probably won't be enough Mac & Cheese to go around.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Someday, I'm sure they'll all look back on this moment and laugh. Probably through gritted teeth.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

"Wounded?! I can't-. You!- I just- I can't- but you!-" Logan continued to stutter, his face turning even paler from the always unwise cocktail of rage, drink, and blood loss. In his mind there was a puzzle, there were no edges, and each piece was individually singed and they were all the same damn black color, and they all helped not at all to explain the logic behind this disastrous two minutes. "It's a damned nose-bleed! How have you killed enough people to smell of blood? How have you killed people? Do you just stare at them until something unfortunate happens and help them? Then, I don't know, bath in their blood!?"

As the man left, and Logan's words fell on deaf ears, the dark mage glared at his unwilling roommate, feeling even more light-headed than before, again due to the currently gushing state of his nose. "Shepherds offered a group journey somewhere, and I'd appreciate you coming along if only for your tomes to study, rather than your lovely business partners."

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Or the crazy man who was running after a young woman with his sword drawn.