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[ Fuck.

Th'ancred Nunh had been captured, as he lingered in the East Shroud. Why had he been there? Rumours it's where Urianger has been killed. If he could find why, then he could... help more.

In Carbuncle form, he had slipped towards the Wall... and gotten knocked out. He had no idea where he awoke, except that he was in a cage, other animals around him. Blood was dried in his fur, and a magic disrupter had been chained to his leg. (Of course, he'd be able to be teleported away... but nobody would do that without warning.)

He was still in Carbuncle form - and there was an armoured man near him. A scent almost familiar came from the armour, but he wasn't thinking of it. No, he was letting out a soft whine, as the armoured man talked to the... other man. Draped in clothes more befitting a performer then any man of Garlemald, he shrugged and pointed to the cage.

It opened, and Th'ancred tried to make himself small and flat against the cage. The armoured man - Prastha - was offered a carrier by the other man - Amon - but all Th'ancred could think was that he had to do something. Anything. ]

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He was from my world. Another guy I loved. But... well, mages back home were seen as monsters, and he was sick of it.

...Even before my world died, I killed him. I have a lot of blood on my hands, you know?

Ah… That would be harsh. I can hardly imagine…

But that's- what was expected of you, isn't it?

It is. I'm a weapon of this Empire, even if I rule it.

[ She's moving to lean against her desk, her voice trembling. Damn it, she's scared but she can't tell him. ]

Aaaand that's why I haven't taught anybody else Blood Magic.

Empress… But it wouldn't be- impossible to make another decision. Or so I think…

[He shifts a little- concerned all the same, but unsure of what to do.]

Well- that does seem sensible. [Even if anyone were to want to do something against her- surely that would give them pause, wouldn't it?]

We've gone too far now. I mean... Garlemald is hated by everybody. Except for those under it, and even then. Prastha...

Once Fenris is dead, can I tell you a secret? Well, I'd tell you the secret now.

… I suppose so. Given the Empire is across most of the continents…

Eh- a secret? [He hesitates for a moment- then nods, curious.] Certainly.

[…assuming that happens. Assuming she still wants to, of course…]

I want to burn this motherfucking empire to the ground.

[ ?!! ]

I mean, after destroying everything else.

Wha… raze it all? I… don't understand why.

...An eye for an eye. A world for a world. As soon as we get him-- well, revenge is all I want.

...Besides. If he knows how to jump these places? Then... I'll let you live.

Ah… Not just personal punishment, then, but… everything.

[he's not liking this at all, even if she does trust him. Still-]

I appreciate that.

[ Before Hawke talks again, there's suddenly scared Carbuncle squeaking from Th'ancred. More like... barking at her.

And her expression changes to softness again, grinning. ]

Oh Maker even its' barks are adorable. Hah, I wonder if it's trying to make me regret my plan? But... listen, I want my family back. My life, too.

[At this point, he's going to take the chance and go to scoop Th'ancred up. He thinks he needs this, and is pretty sure Th'ancred does too.]

Well- perhaps. What would become of him after that happened…? […actually. He'll move on.] Would that work, though?

[ He's gonna bundle into the hold, since he's. Terrified. And letting out (adorable) little squeaks. ]

...I don't know. Pras, I don't plan shit out.

[He starts patting Th'ancred, smoothing one hand down Th'ancred's back.]

Perhaps- it would be worth trying to learn a little about it all the same.

[ ...Oh no he's calming down. At least, externally. There's a look of 'shes dangerous didnt think she was dangerous' in his eyes. ]

...Hah, maybe. But I'm not a science person. I'm a mage who wanted to be a bard.

Could always get Amon to look into it. He's crazy, but he's smart.

[ hawke is implying she's not crazy ]

[a headscritch! He didn't think it would be quite this bad either.]

…it could be worth picking up a thing or two. If we wished to use it…

[He flicks an ear, uncertain.]

Perhaps. He… came from somewhere else, too, didn't he?

[he's not gonna be the one to say! doesn't want to find out what she'll say.]

...Yeah. Came from... geeze, let me check.

[ Hawke lazily walks over to a cabinet, to remove some papers. ] A world that my boss came from as well.

[ wait what ] Still think it's sort of gross that he gave us that corpse, but hey. Can't linger on that too much. Wonder where that other guy got off to?

Eh…? That who came from?

[That sounds important. Though then- He makes a face.] That- what happened to that, anyway? [though he's… trying not to sound too interested in that.] Ah… You haven't seen much of him either then?

I dunno if it was his home or not, buuuuut... yeah, somebody else who wants what I want. 'nother mage.

[ But... she shrugs ]. Xande? Nah. And that body? I think Amon's working on reviving it, but without the soul or whatever, it's pointless. Wherever it is, it isn't inside that weird corpse. I'm not a necromancer, though. Blood Mages can't heal people. And you people don't even have the Fade, so it's double-weird.

Of a different world? Hm.

[Prastha shudders a little.] Hah… I've never heard of stories with necromancy that turned out very well. The Fade- souls go there, where you're from?

Yup, it's where the dead are. Spirits and demon both. It's also where, well. Most people went when they slept. Buuuutt... us mages tapped into it, and met with those guys.

[ she's seeming so... happy talking about it. ]

Dreams, spirits, demons, and the dead… It's a place where a lot of beings converge, then. All of those beings, you mean?

[it's nice! a step up from earlier, anyhow.]

Exactly! It's how we... shit, Dad told me all about how it worked. You know. Before he was killed for reasons. But magic is just pulling shit out of the Fade? I think? Manipulating the world so, like, something's always been on fire.

Hah… So that kind of thing happened there, too?

[He nods, with a hum.] It's… a different way of thinking about it than it is here- though the different schools work slightly differently, of course.

Mages are feared and killed for, like. All the reasons.

Geeze, though - you can't get any good books on it here! It's like Garleans don't care about magic or something!