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Meeting With Beelzebub (Open IC Meetings)

(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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Harley was no stranger to finding Beezlebub at his forge, or the training circle. She liked to watch him make weapons and armor. Or just get some extra training in for herself.

Today however she does not arrive alone. It is a few days after her Viper's Pit friendly battle with Amelia. And the girls are here to check out what commissions Beezlebub might have to offer.

Amelia's no stranger to forges, but it's a little exciting to be visiting this one. Angels are still a very abstract idea for her, but anyone who can make fine arms and armor will always earn her praise. Price is never an issue for the rogue, and if the quality of all of Beelzebub's work is as high as what he made for Harley? She'll happily work out a trade that suits them both.

Arriving with Harley means Amelia can hold onto the other woman to keep from wandering close too quickly as a result of an eager curiosity. She's all grins and excitement today, because a new, comfortable corset that double as armor is exactly the thing she needs.

The angels are in the midst of an active war so Beelzebub has been working a lot. His left shoulder and part of his left chest are still bandaged where Michael had pierced him with the lance. However, the pain is mostly gone and most of his mobility has returned.

In his normal Hephestian way, He is at the forge in just a leather kilt, not even any boots, covered in soot. The benefit of a fallen angel is a resistance to fire and heat. Mammon and Azazael are not around today so those areas of the building sit quiet and unoccupied, though if commission dictates their services he can easily call them.

Harley barely steps into the room before he feels her presence. Quenching the sword he's working on he sets it and the hammer aside to go and give his favorite girl a hug. He's bright and cheerful, as usual, and at over six and a half feet tall, likely towers over both of them.

"What can I do for you?" He knows right away that a friend being dragged along means he's about to be asked to make something. He's always curious what mortals will ask for.

The hug is appreciated. The fact that his left shoulder and part of his chest are bandaged get a 'who hurt you, I will kill them' look. Since Harley has been so busy with trying to get her head around the death of Joker, she has not visited Beezlebub or Lucifer much in the past few months. And doesn't know about the fight they are battling.

She would help them any way she could. If she knew.

"Beezlebub. This is Amelia. Amelia this is Bee." She makes the introductions first.

"We had a brief little fun fight, the two of us. And when she aimed a kick at my chest... and her foot couldn't impact past the corset you gave me... she asked me where I got it from."

"Amelia is a warrior like me. Fights for those who need it. So I knew I had to introduce you to her."

Amelia steps back as Beelzebub comes close, giving the two friends space while they greet each other. When Harley introduces her, the rogue bows her head and shoulders forward politely and then smiles up at the angel.

"Good armor that's both functional and beautiful can be difficult to come by." She puts a hand on her waist and indicates her own worn, but very well loved brown leather underbust corset with gold embroidery around the grommets. It's got several series of extra stitches where Amelia's had to repair it after a fight, but it's still attractive in spite of its flaws. "All of mine are past due for a battle-worthy replacement. I was wondering if you're be available for a commission."

Beelzebub pats Harley on the back when he notices the look. "They look worse than I do."

Michael was going to have his hands full as soon as Raguel and Lucifer worked out their differences. Beelzebub wan't too worried about the other angel. There's no judgement for her absence. Everyone has their own lives to live and things take precedence over friends sometimes. "I might have some people for you to meet soon."

Rota and Ariel would surely get along with Harley and they could use more acquaintances. Beelzebub turns his attention to the other woman though and offers his hand.

"It's always good to meet another warrior."

He easily nods to her comments and looks over the corset she now wears because it will give him an idea of style. "Are you looking for metal? leather? something hybrid?"

He could certainly make a leather item, even a corset though in that case he might give over the sewing portion to Azazael. he was more experienced with the finer sides of fashion.

"I like meeting new people." Harley smiles. As long as he knows that he, and the other Angels, are like family to her. And if there is something she can do... she is there for them.

She looks at the forge, just with her typical 'I wanna play with it' look, as Beezlebub gets into details with Amelia.

Amelia takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly, though she's quick to take it back. The formality of the greeting is something she appreciates, but she'll never quite get over the fact that it involves touching when it doesn't have to.

"Leather suits me best. I need to be able to move easily and freely when I fight, and I need it to breathe in ways that metal can't." Adding sturdier metal boning or some metal plates would be useful in the most intense of fights, but Amelia's been trying not to get into too many of those lately. Most of her friends get anxious when she mentions her desire to keep in shape by getting into real fights.

"I also wear a corset almost every day, so I should probably avoid excess metal where possible." She laughs softly as she adds, "I'm content with something plain, if that's easiest for you. Matching colors to my corset is easy enough and I have others in different colors for days when I'm feeling the need for variety."

"We have several new angels among our kind and a young pregnant woman." He tells Harley. He glances between the woman and the forge and laughs. "Come when I'm not so busy and I'll show you."

Beelzebub wouldn't normally train others in his craft so readily but Harley was his charge and that made her different than the others.

His brow raises curiously at the way the woman retracts from contact. The angel, most of them in fact, are fond of contact. It always surprises him when he find someone who dislikes it.

He's attentive to her requirements and what might be needed. "I have a couple pieces I've been working on for my female form. They need some finishing touches but you can tell me what you think."

He heads toward the adjoining room away from the forge where the other two angels usually work. There's a decorative set of leathers that are still having the tooling done on parts and a far more practical set that has partial skirting and arm guards. He could mix and match any of the parts. "I prefer the natural brown but we can dye the leather any color. Do you want sheaths and scabbards to match?"

"Neat! I would like that." Harley is glad that Beelzebub will train her how to use the forge. She knows at the very least not to play with it right now, without knowing proper procedures.

Harley sits down nearby, just letting Amelia and Beezlebub talk things out in particulars.

The rogue laughs softly at Harley's enthusiasm. She can already imagine Harley's going to a very excited and dutiful student.

Amelia appreciates the practicality of both corsets, but the far more armor-oriented set isn't what she's look for right now. When she's ready for a full set of armor for herself again? There's a very good chance she'll be back to ask for something similar for herself. The armor she still has from her world is very well made, but a second, slightly updated set would be a good thing to have on hand.

"They're both beautiful," she notes with a smile. Carefully, she reaches out to trace the air in front of each set, her fingers straying close but never actually touching the leather. "Rich, natural browns would work well with most of my wardrobe, and my tailor can work with anything new I bring him." Alex might not be thrilled by "yet another corset", but he'll do his job well once he gets his sass out.

She tilts her head slightly, thinking more carefully about what she's looking for with her commission. "I feel both of these designs cover too much for me. I move around much like Harley does when I'm in battle, and anything that covers my torso in its entirety would restrict me too much, I think." She steps a little closer and traces an outline in front of one of the sets of leathers. "Something more like this, I think? It's closer to what I have now and would be easier for me to break in."

"You can touch them." He tells her as he watches though he's getting curious about the lack of touching and wonders briefly if she has some hidden ability that is related to touch.

She gets a hearty laugh from him at the ideas she has. "You're thinking like a human is making these. I'm not constrained the same way, though it takes a little more work I can make this armor leather pliable as pleather without losing integrity."

"I am war. I have incredible powers over the creation of the items used in war." He nods to her though if she isn't interested in something so full. "I have a possible option if Harley doesn't mind her holiday present a few weeks early this year."

"Present!" Harley perks right up at that. "You are giving me a holiday present?"

She gives him a small, wry smile. "Thank you for the offer, but I don't need to touch them. They're not mine and I don't intend to take them, so I can keep my hands off them." Her aversion to physical touch extends to anything around her, so she's careful about what she touches. Besides, a thief's hands are always twitching to take and it's best not to tempt herself too much.

Beelzebub's explanation changes a lot of her ideas very quickly. The corner of her lips tug into a grin as she reconsiders the two options in front of her. "I like the look of this one very much," she says, pointing to the leather in question. "I would prefer different detailing on the final product, but that can be worked out later. The style of this is something I'd gladly wear and would be very easy for me use with everything I already own." Though she may need matching belts for it, depending on the final color of the corset. That's a thought for later when the corset is finished, though, so she pushes it aside for now.

Again Harley earns a laugh from the rogue. "I would never stand in the way of giving Harley presents, and I'm curious to know what you're gifting her." Amelia is all for seeing her friend spoiled by those who care for her.

"I find people should touch before wearing something. They all have a voice, every weapon and piece of armor." He had a different view on items of war than most but he would not force the issue.

He smiles at Harley's reaction but addresses Amelia first. "It can be tailored differently too. This is a style for when I go to Camelot with Galahad. It's one of the more comfortable designs I've tried making."

"I have two." He smiles at Harley before going to a shelf and pulling down two bundles wrapped in sparkly golden fabric. "This is the one I think Amelia may be interested in." It's the smaller of the two bundles. "This one, I guess is from Azazael and I, since he is teaching me some new dying and painting techniques for leather. We worked on it together." He offers both bundles to Harley. In general, Beelzebub loved making things for others. It was a natural side effect of being the angel that kept all the others suited for war.

Harley is carefully watching the conversation of touch between Beezlebub and Amelia. She is glad that Bee is not forcing the issue. Since she knows how Amelia feels on the subject.

Harley herself is very touch centric. And adapts herself accordingly to respect Amelia, when she is around her best friend. It is one small way she shows her love for the other woman.

"Ohhhhh sparkly and golden." Harley lets her fingers play with the first fabric. And then she directs her attention to the second. "Both of these are lovely, Beezlebub. You know me so well."

"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.

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