Lord Beelzebub (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hesperussword) wrote2020-03-31 05:04 pm
hesperussword) wrote2020-03-31 05:04 pm
Entry tags:
- bar,
- ic contact,
- open,
- rp,
- sparring
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.
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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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."
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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.
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"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."
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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."
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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."
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"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.
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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?