Meeting With Beelzebub (Open IC Meetings)

[hesperussword]

(This is a general thread for meeting up with Beelzebub in person as opposed to calling him.)


Beelzebub, after awhile, becomes a creature of habit. Perhaps it is the warrior training, or the mind of a tactician with set ways of thinking. Whatever the reason for his habits it made him easy to find. The three most common places a bar, a training field, or his forge.

His choice of bars is always darker, not seedy but places with low light and loud from voices instead of music. It suited his temperament and hatred for loud noises and bright lights. He was also jovial, more likely to be found engaged in a drinking game or a loud conversation than other bar activities like dancing. Good liquor was a must but it fell in below atmosphere and company. Why worry when you could manifest your own. Though even when he altered the drinks he always made sure to buy and keep the place in business. Despite his love of company, a back to the wall and a high chair or stool to accommodate wings was always his preferred placement. More comfortable where he could keep an eye on the door.

The second most common place was at the forge or his training circle. A weapons maker and armorer by trade, he liked to work and perfect his craft. Even after billions of years there were still imperfections or new designs to work out. Though, even above that he liked to mentor man and beast for combat. Some days it was a warhorse he was running through the paces of battle, or a dog training to watch its warriors back and disarm threats. Just as often his sparring companions were others seeking a lesson or foolish enough to come for a challenge. He didn't care either way. Always prepared to wield wooden training swords or steel in a bout. Betting and audiences were not to be discouraged. Where was the fun in friendly confrontation if there was no one to see, and no fun for the spectators?

The forge at his home is an easy place to find the angel. As the weapon and armor smith for embattled angels, he's never short on work. Set at the edge of the property, the forge is open to anyone when the angel is at work either with metal or leather in the nearby tannery building. He will complete fair commissions for weapons, armor, repairs, and leather items. The Forge is one of the places he feels comfortable and happy. It is also one of the rare places where you will find Beelzebub sober.

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[rogueinladysclothing]

"I'll touch what's mine," she counters with a small smirk. "I trust craftsman to make what I'm looking for correctly the first time if I'm vocal about what I want." Which she most assuredly is. And if Harley trusts Beelzebub to create good work, then Amelia will too.

It's a delight to watch Harley enjoy her gifts. "They're going to look wonderful on you," Amelia notes with a smile. She looks on fondly as the other woman looks the gifts over with both her hands and eyes. "I can't wait to see what they look like on you."

As for the style of the corset, the rogue nods in answer to the unspoken question. "I do prefer a style like that," she agrees. "Though I would never dare take Harley's colors, of course. I much prefer darker natural or jewel-toned colors." They're both easier to hide in the shadows in and accent her pale skin and dark hair very well.

[liverfree]

With Lucifer's order of amphoras delivered to the Villa, Prometheus makes his way to Beelzebub's forge to speak to him about a new set of armor. It's been a long while since Prometheus has gotten new armor, and he is out of favors with Hephaestus. But the thought of an angel making him a set of armor is an exciting one, and bound to be appropriate for a Titan.

Besides, he's curious to meet another angel. They are interesting beings, reminding him of primordial gods, or extremely powerful nature spirits, but without all the baggage that makes it difficult for Prometheus to befriend on his own world.

Shuffling along by his side is Hephaestus -- no, not the god, but the numel, a camel-like pokémon. Lucifer mentioned that Beelzebub and his human consort have many animals on their property, and he figures the little fellow might like to make a friend or two.

"Hello!" Prometheus calls out once he's close to the forge. His voice will easily carry over any sounds of billows or hammering inside. "It's me, Prometheus!"

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub isn't currently at the forge so the first thing to greet Prometheus is a pair of fizzgigs which start a ruckus of barking and growling while rolling around, following but also keeping their distance. There are other animals about; chickens scratching, a few rabbits in hutches not far from the house, porgs in the eaves of the forge building, sheep relaxing on the porch and the noise has attracted one of the more odd denizens of the property. A large reddish roan stallion comes around the house to look. It's wings settled at its side, long crimson and gold mane, and the body war painted on the flanks and stripes around the legs in red. The most unsettling is that the face from the ears forward is without flesh, skeletal and eyeless though it is looking at the person coming onto the property.

Beelzebub isn't far, out tending some of the animals in the barn. Warthogs, that behave more like dogs, run toward the newcomer oinking with glee. Soon after the angel appears, wiping his hands and dressed only in a leather kilt and fur boots despite any weather. His appearance calms the barking from the fizzgigs and while some of the animals still observe, especially the horse, most simply go back to whatever is natural.

"Hello, Prometheus." The large angel is already approaching and offering an arm in greeting. Despite his imposing size and solid black eyes, his whole presence is jovial and friendly.

[liverfree]

Wow, Lucifer wasn't exaggerating about the animals. Prometheus glances at each of creatures in turn, his own movements unhurried so as not to get any of them worked up. (Or more worked up, in the case of the furballs with teeth that are rolling around behind him. The only creature that gives him pause is the roan stallion with a skull for a face. That's not something you see every day, not even in the Nexus.

Hephaestus, by contrast, seems unfazed by the other creatures, as pokêmon come in all shapes and sizes. "Nu," he says in greeting, mistaking the warthogs for hairless piloswine. Prometheus smiles at them, before looking up again at the approaching angel.

"Well met, Beelzebub!" Now that is a tall drink of water. The Titan feels almost petite at his typical human height of a few inches over six feet. He could grow to compensate, but this isn't some sort of competition, and he's here to be friendly. He's also dressed more appropriately for the winter, in a leather jacket and brightly patterned wool scarf. "I finally dropped off all those amphoras. Thought I'd mosey my way over here afterwards."

[hesperussword]

Kapnos, the horse, is one of many horses that serve the fallen as companions. Their story is desperately sad and full of joy in a way or kindness. Many of the angels had left their steeds in Chaos but Beelzebub couldn't be without his. If Prometheus ever approached one he would find a near human mind within them though speech was difficult without someone telepathic.

The warthogs all run up to the new creature, snorting and snuffling at it. Beelzebub had raised them since piglets and treated them like dogs, they acted like dogs to the extent a pig could.

"That should please my brother, or sister if he's still in that form. His wine will be ready for them soon enough." Beelzebub wouldn't have thought one way or the other about a shift in size. "He told me you were looking to commission armor."

The chance to make a traditional or classic set, more like the angels wore, had an appeal that he couldn't help but smile about.

[liverfree]

Prometheus is sure there's a story behind that unique horse, but for now his attention remains on Beelzebub. "Well, if he needs another order, I'm happy to oblige. I don't often get a chance to make amphoras anymore." Not unless they're for decoration, or a wine maker who likes to do things the old-fashioned way.

"Yes!" He says it with a a large grin. "I've been told your skills are exceptional, especially for beings who change size." That really is key for a Titan.

Hephaestus makes a sleepy sound, his eyes half-lidded as he snuffles back at the warthogs. "This is Hephaestus," Prometheus adds, "Hephie for short. My cousin would probably be annoyed at me for the name, but what can I say? It suits him."

[hesperussword]

"The same reason I am eager for your request." Beelzebub patted the titan's shoulder as if they had been brother's for centuries. "Come inside. We can have a drink and talk about your needs."

He nods at the comment. "Angels are variable in size and manifestation. I have experience with armor that binds to the wearer's form."

He might be the only specialist in that skill, or at least he was in his own creation. Who knew what kind of craftsmen may come to the Nexus. The introduction to the animal instantly has the angel squatting down to coax the Pokemon closer. Beelzebub has a love for animals in the service of others, even if it is merely as a companion. "The Hephaestus I knew didn't have the sense of humor to appreciate his name being used this way."

[liverfree]

So Beelzebub is comfortable with platonic affection. Excellent! Prometheus is a big fan of shoulder pats and bro hugs. He grins. "Lead the way, friend. Lucifer filled you in on the fact that I'm a Titan, I hope. I don't know how much overlap that has with the Titans from your universe, but I'm betting there's a lot of similarity."

The skill to bind armor to a wearer's size is a necessary one where Prometheus is from, but only Hephaestus has retained that knowledge. The other Titans who still exist either stay their full size or don't need armor in the first place.

The little numel trundles Beelzebub. "Nu," he says in a tired, friendly sort of way. "Hephie is always on the verge of a nap," Prometheus tells the angel, "But his endurance is exemplary. And he can shoot fire out of his mouth." At Beelzebub's comment, the Titan laughs loudly, clearly delighted. "Yours, too? He's one of my favorite cousins, but getting him to smile is like pulling teeth from the Nemean lion."

[hesperussword]

"He can nap with the cats." Beelzebub laughs with a final pat on the Pokemon.

"I was raised by one of your kind in Greece. The Titans took in the angels as adopted sons and daughters." Beelzebub tells the Titan as he heads toward the house. The house itself is hand built by Beelzebub and his brother. While they could use magic to bring it about they had built it by hand and it shows in the human techniques employed. "Wine or brandy?"

He asks as he motions into the dining area. The house is modest but there is an odd mix of Christian and Fallen décor as well as more animals. A surly looking, fluffy cat follows along while Beelzebub gets out some earthenware cups.

[liverfree]

"Yes, Phenex told me about that. That wasn't strange for you at all? Being so much older than them, I mean." Prometheus is genuinely curious; he can't think of anything like happening like that where he's from, except perhaps Eros being reborn as Aphrodite's son.

He follows Beezlebub inside, the numel shuffling along behind him, and takes a moment to admire the craftmanship of the house. How curious to see Christian decor in the residence of a fallen angel. "Wine, please," he says cheerfully. "Although I'm sure your brandy is just as good."

Hephaestus plods over to the fluffy cat. Beelzebub said he could nap with the cats, so maybe he meant this one?

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

Dor gets a wistful look as he spies the training /sparring field. Perhaps another day or if he could find someone among Lucifer's Court to practice with friendly-like. Though he knows better than to expect to win against such a host. He also likely wouldn't have to mind tromping down his wolfishness around such either. He slightly licks his lips. Especially not with his Mate watching. He shivers in delight at the idea.

But ahem back to business, he scents the air again. Trailing the tattletale signs for a forge and or other creatures as he softly pads along. He half debates shifting more than just his ears and tail. Feeling more free, well in general around the area. Knowing Aal would be fine at the moment. She'd likely hole up in one of the many spots of the Villa especially the Library etc if allowed. or glomp onto one or two of the 'Host' and chat for hours on end if she could.

"Ahem, Ello?" He calls out warmly but half in question as he nears any other building or beings.