- Location
- at SOUP... in America
Actually with Karin in Tristain and Joseph in Gallia he will have much more freedom to get drunk after the marriage, even if it's in private.
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Honestly I just feel pity for them right now. Their relationship is going to go down the tubes because of this.
Wish we could see Karin's inner thoughts in response to those words.
Y'know, I just want to see another "Karin-chan's adventure's in parenting!" interlude.
Only this time, it's Pierre finally having enough of this shit and having a serious discussion with Karin about the way she's treating his son.
Only this time, it's Pierre finally having enough of this shit and having a serious discussion with Karin about the way she's treating his son.
Chapter Fifty-One
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Fifty-One
I have trudged knee deep in mud and blood. Well, not really blood, but the mud was there without a doubt. My mind went to my familiar's eyes as I gazed at the landscape above me. Karin was pissed. Karin was mightily pissed, but I couldn't care less. There was a neat sealed hole right where I had stood a second before, but it was pretty apparent she had understood what had happened.
"Come out right this instant! Henry Philippe de la Blois de la Valliere!" Karin snapped, "I will not tolerate such an indecorous Gramontian-" since when is Gramont an adjective!? "way!" a powerful tornado soon began to drill into the ground where I had stood a second before. "Come out, before I decide to fish you out!" as soon as she said that, I felt the ground tremble around me.
"Oh merciful earth, save me in the name of the Founder!" I hissed as I suddenly felt the earth move around me, pushing me further ahead. This simple Dot Earth spell was truly a life savior, no doubt about it. Perhaps I could start a new life as a flatworm?
"Very well," Karin said, my eyes still gazing at her through those of my familiar. "If you will not face me yourself, your familiar will take your place-" she lifted her wand in the direction of Raven, her eyes ablaze as I felt fear rise in my familiar's chest.
"Iron spikes born from the earth's embrace, come forth from the depths and impale my foes with your spears!" as I twisted my wand to aim upwards, I watched Karin deftly move away from the emerging wall of iron spears, nimbly twisting her wand upwards from their point of origin.
Around me, the ground shook and quaked, and I found myself in mid-air within mere seconds. I hit the dirty ground soon after, twisting on myself as I felt the air leave my lungs painfully.
"You will need another bath once we are done here," Karin said, "do you surrender now, Henry?"
"Never," I croaked out. "What's the worst you can do? Kill me?"
"No," Karin answered calmly, "But I can kill your familiar," and as soon as she said that, a blade of wind left the tip of her wand with swift and vigorous precision. Raven flapped his wings to the side and barely avoided the blade of air, which sliced the ground on the point of impact. If it had hit, Raven would have been bisected neatly in half. "Perhaps that might teach you that actions have consequences?" as she remarked that, Pierre coughed.
"Dear, that's a bit too much, you know? I don't think it's wise to-"
"Why not? I am merely being strict. After all, this is what his classmates think," as she said that, I blinked. "The Heavy Wind is such a strict parent, it's a wonder how Henry might have survived so long. So, since I'm already known for being strict, I'll just increase my strictness, perhaps to show him the difference between methods. I don't think I've ever hit him with a wind whip, or a riding crop, but I can always change if he prefers such methods. I do know they are quite efficient methods of child rearing." Was she pissed off at that too? Oh, she definitely was pissed off, and whoever had informed her had to be someone close. If I found out who it was-I would not save them my wrath. No, even if it was murder most foul, I'd murder them and leave their corpse to stand as proof of how cruel my revenge could be.
"Who told you that?" I hissed as I warily managed to get back on my feet, gesturing for Raven to come closer to me. It was no use keeping him out of the fight if Karin was going to target him anyway, "All of the stuff I did-it had to be someone other than Jean-Jacques, and to know this much-" I narrowed my eyes, raising my wand. "Iron swords born of-" the iron block that formed was pushed squarely against my chest by the incoming hammer of air, which knocked me back down, my entire body aching as I gurgled, pushing the slab to the side with a sick thud.
"Bitch!" Raven cawed, flapping his wings as he stood valiantly on my chest, staring at Karin with fire in his crow-like eyes. "Bitch!"
While I shared the sentiment, especially due to the amount of hurt I was in, I don't think that was going to help.
There was a motion in Karin's wand, and I pushed myself off the ground to roll to the side, the cracking of the air whip hitting the ground where I had been a second before. A small hole the size of a fist appeared where the whip had hit.
"Perhaps even the familiar needs to be taught, but that can be arranged," Karin said firmly. "No, to be honest, the familiar is better off being changed."
"Dear!" Pierre yelled, "Perhaps you're losing control? I mean-please don't hurt him too much."
"Father of the year right there!" I yelled back hotly, "Truly-I've seen skirt wearing men do a better job at protecting their sons than-"
I swiftly rolled once more, an air whip hitting the spot I had been in a second prior. "You are still fighting me," Karin said. "This is what you wanted, Henry, so now you reap what you sow. I am here, and I am waiting. Well? You are called the Vicious Wind, but I have yet to see anything of the sorts. If the Academy taught you this little, then it's worthless for you to continue going there."
"Iron swords born of the earth, aid me in my time of-" a air hammer lifted me up the ground and a tornado that formed the next second swiftly began to spin me around, even as I clutched on to Raven's body. Small cuts began to spread across my clothes, but even as the hurricane deposited me on the ground, I still refused to yield.
"Dear, he's really your son-I don't think this is going to work," Pierre said once more, "Please think this through a bit more?" he pleaded, taking a deep breath as Karin's glare was pretty much firmly set in her ways.
"He is acting spoiled, perhaps thinking that if he holds on long enough, things will go his way," Karin said suddenly. "I think, though, that a lesson is needed."
"Really?" I coughed, spitting out the taste of mud as I wiped my mouth with the back of my right hand. "You can hit me with your worst, mother, but if I refuse, I dare you to make me change my mind."
As Karin's hair began to rise together with the currents of air around her, Pierre yelled one last time, "Please, think this through!"
"Cutter tornado," Karin began to chant, "from the very heavens-"
I heard the whistling sound of the wind gather in front of my mother's wand. I felt the pressure change abruptly, a flawless storm preparing itself in front of me.
I clutched on to my familiar, and then brought up my wand.
"Oh merciful earth, save me and my familiar in the name of the Founder!" and as the ground engulfed us, so too did the air rip asunder with the incoming storm. The ground shattered above my head as wind blades sizzled through, but yet, even as I dug myself deeper, deeper still did the hurricane come seeking me out. This was definitely in the not-safe department. Perhaps I had successfully pissed Karin off for the first time in my life, and this was the result.
"Oh merciful earth!" I yelled once more, falling deeper down as the hurricane was hot on my tail, "Oh merciful earth!" I changed direction, letting it rip past me as I rose back up the next second, swordwand raised as I threw Raven to the side and rushed forward. Karin actually blinked in surprise at seeing me appear back up rather than try to hide further, but even so, as she deftly brought up her swordwand to deflect my thrust, Raven swooped in from the sides with his talons extended.
Even though he was as big as a small dog, and his talons were sharp without a doubt, Karin didn't even flinch as he backhanded my familiar away, thrusting in turn with her swordwand with precise movements that were easily the same as those of Wardes, but...
But they were slower than his.
My eyes widened, and then narrowed as my heart drummed with the sound of triumphing victory. Now I had her. Now, I fucking had her. I roared as I charged forth, thrusting and swatting away the incoming blade as I held my other hand behind my side to lunge and pierce, each blow coming faster than the previous one.
At least, one second I had her, and the next she was gone in thin air.
A sharp, needle-like point was standing by my throat, Karin taking small breaths as she held her swordwand poised to strike.
"Surrender," Karin said firmly. "You can't win."
"No," I replied hotly, spinning around and swatting the blade away, for the flourishing dance of thrusts and parries to continue. "You're the one that has to surrender, mother! Because I'll surrender only when dead!" and as I said that, I saw it, the opening in her defenses. She was the Heavy Wind, the strongest wind user of Halkeginia. She could craft down tornadoes, bring forth terrifying spells, but if she couldn't kill her opponent, then it didn't matter-
Twin blades of air sliced at my legs making me scream the next second, only for her to swiftly disarm me of my wand and grab hold of my shoulder with her free hand. The stinging pain of having been cut mixed with the cumbersome feeling of being tired beyond belief, the dirt ad the sweat mixing into grime all over my body.
"Dear! Seriously! That's too much!" Pierre rushed forward, his staff out to probably start chanting a healing spell of sorts, but Karin gestured him to stay still.
"Henry, listen to me," she said, her voice like steel. "You are making this harder than it needs to be. I do not wish to hurt you, but if you keep this up, you will make it inevitable. I can knock you unconscious. I can break all of the bones in your body. I can do that, Henry, but you're my son and I do not want to do that. So, I am going to ask you one last time to surrender. If you won't, then I'll really have to be cruel. You will probably never forgive me, but this is for your own good. Your headstrong determination-it's only going to hurt you, and the people around you, in the end." Perhaps she was speaking out of experience. Perhaps she was speaking because she was honestly worried. Whatever the reason, I had no intention of-
"It's a draw," I said in the end, my breathing short. "For now...it's a draw."
Karin's eyes narrowed, but I simply bit down on my lips. "I-I won't drink wine until I win. I-I'll behave until I win, but-if I do win-"
"Karin," Pierre said softly, "You're bleeding too."
To that, the Heavy Wind blinked and looked down at the back of her hand, which sported a deep looking cut, the product of Raven's beak when she had backhanded him away without a doubt.
She clenched her fist, and then slowly nodded. "Very well," she said in the end. "For now, it's a draw. But I will hold you to your side of the bargain, Henry."
"I-I will."
"I really have a troublesome side of the family," Pierre grumbled as he began to chant a healing spell, which easily closed up my cuts and the wound on Karin's palm. "Why couldn't we talk this through with a glass of wine in our hands? Seriously, you really have your mother's character-"
"Pierre," Karin said flatly, "Shut up."
"Shank the bitch!" Raven yelled as he came swooping in from the sides, hurriedly fretting over my lap as he looked up at me with worry in his crow-like eyes. He appeared largely uninjured, the backhand not strong enough to break anything. "Shank the bitch!" he yelled once more, turning quickly to caw in anger at Karin, who narrowed her eyes. "Bitch!"
"He learned from the Gramont," I said hastily. "I swear I didn't teach him those words-" I clutched on tightly to Raven's beak, quieting him down even though he began to grumble and mumble a string of what I knew were definitely insults he had heard me say more than once.
"I will not have such a crude familiar inside my home," Karin said flatly. "Teach him manners, wash him, and then he may be allowed inside."
With that, she stood up with her chin held high and began to walk away.
She stopped after a few steps though, and turned to glance at me. "Your swordsmanship has improved, Henry. Do not let it rust."
With that offhanded compliment out of the way, she kept walking until she disappeared from sight.
Pierre exhaled, and then ruffled my hair. "You'll make my hair turn white before its time, Henry!" he grumbled. "Really! What were you thinking!? You know your mother's easy to rage and difficult to calm down!"
"She wasn't going to hurt me," I answered in a whisper. "Was she?"
"She wouldn't have," Pierre grumbled, "Not willingly at least, but if she had miscalculated-she wouldn't have forgiven herself. Thank the gods you took a bit of my desire to live and let live, or you'd have ended up healing in bed for the next weeks at a minimum."
"You could have intervened," I pointed out dryly. "Really, father, am I not your son?"
"Ah, but if I did, then you'd never learn the important lessons in life," he replied, twirling his mustache. "If you wish to bark at sharks, then you'd better know how to swim faster than them."
"Did you just compare mother to a shark?"
"Nonsense, Henry. Sharks are kinder," and as soon as he said that, a freezing chill froze us both in place.
We swiftly rushed away from the courtyard, and back into the sight of the servants.
Karin wouldn't kill us where eyewitnesses could see.
I have trudged knee deep in mud and blood. Well, not really blood, but the mud was there without a doubt. My mind went to my familiar's eyes as I gazed at the landscape above me. Karin was pissed. Karin was mightily pissed, but I couldn't care less. There was a neat sealed hole right where I had stood a second before, but it was pretty apparent she had understood what had happened.
"Come out right this instant! Henry Philippe de la Blois de la Valliere!" Karin snapped, "I will not tolerate such an indecorous Gramontian-" since when is Gramont an adjective!? "way!" a powerful tornado soon began to drill into the ground where I had stood a second before. "Come out, before I decide to fish you out!" as soon as she said that, I felt the ground tremble around me.
"Oh merciful earth, save me in the name of the Founder!" I hissed as I suddenly felt the earth move around me, pushing me further ahead. This simple Dot Earth spell was truly a life savior, no doubt about it. Perhaps I could start a new life as a flatworm?
"Very well," Karin said, my eyes still gazing at her through those of my familiar. "If you will not face me yourself, your familiar will take your place-" she lifted her wand in the direction of Raven, her eyes ablaze as I felt fear rise in my familiar's chest.
"Iron spikes born from the earth's embrace, come forth from the depths and impale my foes with your spears!" as I twisted my wand to aim upwards, I watched Karin deftly move away from the emerging wall of iron spears, nimbly twisting her wand upwards from their point of origin.
Around me, the ground shook and quaked, and I found myself in mid-air within mere seconds. I hit the dirty ground soon after, twisting on myself as I felt the air leave my lungs painfully.
"You will need another bath once we are done here," Karin said, "do you surrender now, Henry?"
"Never," I croaked out. "What's the worst you can do? Kill me?"
"No," Karin answered calmly, "But I can kill your familiar," and as soon as she said that, a blade of wind left the tip of her wand with swift and vigorous precision. Raven flapped his wings to the side and barely avoided the blade of air, which sliced the ground on the point of impact. If it had hit, Raven would have been bisected neatly in half. "Perhaps that might teach you that actions have consequences?" as she remarked that, Pierre coughed.
"Dear, that's a bit too much, you know? I don't think it's wise to-"
"Why not? I am merely being strict. After all, this is what his classmates think," as she said that, I blinked. "The Heavy Wind is such a strict parent, it's a wonder how Henry might have survived so long. So, since I'm already known for being strict, I'll just increase my strictness, perhaps to show him the difference between methods. I don't think I've ever hit him with a wind whip, or a riding crop, but I can always change if he prefers such methods. I do know they are quite efficient methods of child rearing." Was she pissed off at that too? Oh, she definitely was pissed off, and whoever had informed her had to be someone close. If I found out who it was-I would not save them my wrath. No, even if it was murder most foul, I'd murder them and leave their corpse to stand as proof of how cruel my revenge could be.
"Who told you that?" I hissed as I warily managed to get back on my feet, gesturing for Raven to come closer to me. It was no use keeping him out of the fight if Karin was going to target him anyway, "All of the stuff I did-it had to be someone other than Jean-Jacques, and to know this much-" I narrowed my eyes, raising my wand. "Iron swords born of-" the iron block that formed was pushed squarely against my chest by the incoming hammer of air, which knocked me back down, my entire body aching as I gurgled, pushing the slab to the side with a sick thud.
"Bitch!" Raven cawed, flapping his wings as he stood valiantly on my chest, staring at Karin with fire in his crow-like eyes. "Bitch!"
While I shared the sentiment, especially due to the amount of hurt I was in, I don't think that was going to help.
There was a motion in Karin's wand, and I pushed myself off the ground to roll to the side, the cracking of the air whip hitting the ground where I had been a second before. A small hole the size of a fist appeared where the whip had hit.
"Perhaps even the familiar needs to be taught, but that can be arranged," Karin said firmly. "No, to be honest, the familiar is better off being changed."
"Dear!" Pierre yelled, "Perhaps you're losing control? I mean-please don't hurt him too much."
"Father of the year right there!" I yelled back hotly, "Truly-I've seen skirt wearing men do a better job at protecting their sons than-"
I swiftly rolled once more, an air whip hitting the spot I had been in a second prior. "You are still fighting me," Karin said. "This is what you wanted, Henry, so now you reap what you sow. I am here, and I am waiting. Well? You are called the Vicious Wind, but I have yet to see anything of the sorts. If the Academy taught you this little, then it's worthless for you to continue going there."
"Iron swords born of the earth, aid me in my time of-" a air hammer lifted me up the ground and a tornado that formed the next second swiftly began to spin me around, even as I clutched on to Raven's body. Small cuts began to spread across my clothes, but even as the hurricane deposited me on the ground, I still refused to yield.
"Dear, he's really your son-I don't think this is going to work," Pierre said once more, "Please think this through a bit more?" he pleaded, taking a deep breath as Karin's glare was pretty much firmly set in her ways.
"He is acting spoiled, perhaps thinking that if he holds on long enough, things will go his way," Karin said suddenly. "I think, though, that a lesson is needed."
"Really?" I coughed, spitting out the taste of mud as I wiped my mouth with the back of my right hand. "You can hit me with your worst, mother, but if I refuse, I dare you to make me change my mind."
As Karin's hair began to rise together with the currents of air around her, Pierre yelled one last time, "Please, think this through!"
"Cutter tornado," Karin began to chant, "from the very heavens-"
I heard the whistling sound of the wind gather in front of my mother's wand. I felt the pressure change abruptly, a flawless storm preparing itself in front of me.
I clutched on to my familiar, and then brought up my wand.
"Oh merciful earth, save me and my familiar in the name of the Founder!" and as the ground engulfed us, so too did the air rip asunder with the incoming storm. The ground shattered above my head as wind blades sizzled through, but yet, even as I dug myself deeper, deeper still did the hurricane come seeking me out. This was definitely in the not-safe department. Perhaps I had successfully pissed Karin off for the first time in my life, and this was the result.
"Oh merciful earth!" I yelled once more, falling deeper down as the hurricane was hot on my tail, "Oh merciful earth!" I changed direction, letting it rip past me as I rose back up the next second, swordwand raised as I threw Raven to the side and rushed forward. Karin actually blinked in surprise at seeing me appear back up rather than try to hide further, but even so, as she deftly brought up her swordwand to deflect my thrust, Raven swooped in from the sides with his talons extended.
Even though he was as big as a small dog, and his talons were sharp without a doubt, Karin didn't even flinch as he backhanded my familiar away, thrusting in turn with her swordwand with precise movements that were easily the same as those of Wardes, but...
But they were slower than his.
My eyes widened, and then narrowed as my heart drummed with the sound of triumphing victory. Now I had her. Now, I fucking had her. I roared as I charged forth, thrusting and swatting away the incoming blade as I held my other hand behind my side to lunge and pierce, each blow coming faster than the previous one.
At least, one second I had her, and the next she was gone in thin air.
A sharp, needle-like point was standing by my throat, Karin taking small breaths as she held her swordwand poised to strike.
"Surrender," Karin said firmly. "You can't win."
"No," I replied hotly, spinning around and swatting the blade away, for the flourishing dance of thrusts and parries to continue. "You're the one that has to surrender, mother! Because I'll surrender only when dead!" and as I said that, I saw it, the opening in her defenses. She was the Heavy Wind, the strongest wind user of Halkeginia. She could craft down tornadoes, bring forth terrifying spells, but if she couldn't kill her opponent, then it didn't matter-
Twin blades of air sliced at my legs making me scream the next second, only for her to swiftly disarm me of my wand and grab hold of my shoulder with her free hand. The stinging pain of having been cut mixed with the cumbersome feeling of being tired beyond belief, the dirt ad the sweat mixing into grime all over my body.
"Dear! Seriously! That's too much!" Pierre rushed forward, his staff out to probably start chanting a healing spell of sorts, but Karin gestured him to stay still.
"Henry, listen to me," she said, her voice like steel. "You are making this harder than it needs to be. I do not wish to hurt you, but if you keep this up, you will make it inevitable. I can knock you unconscious. I can break all of the bones in your body. I can do that, Henry, but you're my son and I do not want to do that. So, I am going to ask you one last time to surrender. If you won't, then I'll really have to be cruel. You will probably never forgive me, but this is for your own good. Your headstrong determination-it's only going to hurt you, and the people around you, in the end." Perhaps she was speaking out of experience. Perhaps she was speaking because she was honestly worried. Whatever the reason, I had no intention of-
"It's a draw," I said in the end, my breathing short. "For now...it's a draw."
Karin's eyes narrowed, but I simply bit down on my lips. "I-I won't drink wine until I win. I-I'll behave until I win, but-if I do win-"
"Karin," Pierre said softly, "You're bleeding too."
To that, the Heavy Wind blinked and looked down at the back of her hand, which sported a deep looking cut, the product of Raven's beak when she had backhanded him away without a doubt.
She clenched her fist, and then slowly nodded. "Very well," she said in the end. "For now, it's a draw. But I will hold you to your side of the bargain, Henry."
"I-I will."
"I really have a troublesome side of the family," Pierre grumbled as he began to chant a healing spell, which easily closed up my cuts and the wound on Karin's palm. "Why couldn't we talk this through with a glass of wine in our hands? Seriously, you really have your mother's character-"
"Pierre," Karin said flatly, "Shut up."
"Shank the bitch!" Raven yelled as he came swooping in from the sides, hurriedly fretting over my lap as he looked up at me with worry in his crow-like eyes. He appeared largely uninjured, the backhand not strong enough to break anything. "Shank the bitch!" he yelled once more, turning quickly to caw in anger at Karin, who narrowed her eyes. "Bitch!"
"He learned from the Gramont," I said hastily. "I swear I didn't teach him those words-" I clutched on tightly to Raven's beak, quieting him down even though he began to grumble and mumble a string of what I knew were definitely insults he had heard me say more than once.
"I will not have such a crude familiar inside my home," Karin said flatly. "Teach him manners, wash him, and then he may be allowed inside."
With that, she stood up with her chin held high and began to walk away.
She stopped after a few steps though, and turned to glance at me. "Your swordsmanship has improved, Henry. Do not let it rust."
With that offhanded compliment out of the way, she kept walking until she disappeared from sight.
Pierre exhaled, and then ruffled my hair. "You'll make my hair turn white before its time, Henry!" he grumbled. "Really! What were you thinking!? You know your mother's easy to rage and difficult to calm down!"
"She wasn't going to hurt me," I answered in a whisper. "Was she?"
"She wouldn't have," Pierre grumbled, "Not willingly at least, but if she had miscalculated-she wouldn't have forgiven herself. Thank the gods you took a bit of my desire to live and let live, or you'd have ended up healing in bed for the next weeks at a minimum."
"You could have intervened," I pointed out dryly. "Really, father, am I not your son?"
"Ah, but if I did, then you'd never learn the important lessons in life," he replied, twirling his mustache. "If you wish to bark at sharks, then you'd better know how to swim faster than them."
"Did you just compare mother to a shark?"
"Nonsense, Henry. Sharks are kinder," and as soon as he said that, a freezing chill froze us both in place.
We swiftly rushed away from the courtyard, and back into the sight of the servants.
Karin wouldn't kill us where eyewitnesses could see.
- Pronouns
- she/her
Everyone in this chapter with lines is a gigantic dickhead.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
I'm still waiting for that moment when Henry's bravado actually follows with consequences.
It will at that moment, when fluff shall be replaced by angst once more.
It will at that moment, when fluff shall be replaced by angst once more.
- Location
- New Zealand
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Eh, Raven was justified, Karin did try to kill him.
HERE HERE -Cheers-
SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
I'm laughing so hard right now. Like holy shit why is this so funny?
- Location
- Brazil
Oh well, Pierre did have a reason for folding. Not a good one, and he could have done what he wanted much better, but still, a reason.
I thought he'd reach triangle with this. Or that raven would prove to be more than a fat bird, if an incredibly amusing one.
I thought he'd reach triangle with this. Or that raven would prove to be more than a fat bird, if an incredibly amusing one.
- Pronouns
- she/her
The lack of any sympathetic sides to the conflict turns it into slapstick.
What I got out of this couple of chapters:
Oh, you wanted family argument? Sorry ole chap, wrong door. This is abuse.
Oh, you wanted family argument? Sorry ole chap, wrong door. This is abuse.
Jerry Finch
Stupid but lucky.
- Location
- Slightly closer than you would be comfortable with
Welcome to a family argument? Honestly this is kinda how a lot of my teenage arguments with my parents ended out, not with a clear winner but kind of a vague compromise. Honestly, Karin and Henry, it's like trying to whittle down a mountain with a spoon when it comes to those two. Long, arduous, painstaking, but possible. Just not by any definition of the term easy.
Psh hahahaha if she was going to kill someone there would be no 'try'.
Well, life is harsh and cruel. I daresay neither Shade nor in this case, Karin would really give much of a damn about it if it is.
Here's an idea for Henry's magical repertoire: Airsoft guns. Smaller aerodynamic bullets might be easier to form, manipulate, and redirect in flight than swords. Not sure if they'd be able to do any better than his swordnado against any deflecting winds Karin throws up though.
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- Location
- In a stand
"Dont make me draw blood Henry..." Insert Karin-Chan's inner babytalk.
"BEHOLD, MOTHER: *THE ESCAPE TECHNIQUE THAT HAS HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN THE GRAMONT LINE FOR GENERATIONS!*"
*bishonen background|sparkles|roses|mud explossion*
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...
*Giant windblade hurricane of death*
"BEHOLD, MOTHER: *THE ESCAPE TECHNIQUE THAT HAS HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN THE GRAMONT LINE FOR GENERATIONS!*"
*bishonen background|sparkles|roses|mud explossion*
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...
*Giant windblade hurricane of death*
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Artemis
What's a pirate's least favourite letter?
- Location
- The Seven Seas
I remember saying that he's a wet noodle, and he seems to have found backbone, but good lord fighting Karin in actual physical combat is stupid. He knows that it's the dere side he needs to get at, one that can be assaulted by removing the word mother from your vocabulary and avoiding any form of affection (both what's allowed and what he always pushes).
I understand the tsundere thing, but it never breaks when Henry could benefit from it.
I understand the tsundere thing, but it never breaks when Henry could benefit from it.
EvilPorygon
Cookie Monster
- Location
- a phone
Let's forget all that for a moment and focus on something more important.
Henry, you've got a mole ratting you out.
Henry, you've got a mole ratting you out.
Generalissimo
Generalissimo of SufficientVelocity
- Location
- Tropico, Tropico
Gallia seems better option compared to living under Karin's thumb of steel?
Team Gallia, **** YEAH!
Coming again, to save the mother ****ing day. (yeah)
Monarchy is the only way. (yeah)
- Location
- In a stand
Didnt Karin had some vampire friends from back when she was chibi?
Edit: yeah, with Henrry being married into gallian royalty is not surprise Karin was looking for a bodyguard.
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Oh boy. Just wait until Cat hears about this. Karin and Henry are in for a baaaaaaad time.
- Location
- Ireland
To be fair, it is tailored towards the cutthroat world of medieval/renaissance nobility. Saying that its too harsh/too strict is all well and good when compared to modern times but kinda loses some weight when there is a very real threat of unfortunate accidents/murder at perceived signs of weakness. And Henry's position as foreign Prince Consort has done nothing to endear him to the higher classes, both home and abroad.
Edit: Also, his drinking habits with Joseph may have done more good than harm in the local courts. We all know that Joseph doesn't really give a rat's ass about Henry's well being, but to the outside observer, it may seem that they share many interests and mannerisms. This in turn might give the illusion that Henry has Josephs favor and protection.
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- Mountains and rivers
A reminder to others that Harry is his own person and 18 years old by now. Karin's totalitarian rule is not justified, not even in this case. Henry is capable of making his own decisions and has shown an extensive political acumen that rivals her own. This is Karin not trusting her son with any facet of his life and is Not Okay.
Translation: "My way or the highway."
God, I love that familiar.
