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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He didn't want to abandon his brother in case something about their arrival went south. Beelzebub huddles into Galahad. "If we wait it will ensure Lucifer's free in case your king wants to meet my parents."
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That was a bit of honesty and always something that lingered with the fallen when interacting with humans. "We'll make it work."
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"There are many fine men in the clergy." A thoughtful beat as the faces of a few less generous men pop into Galahad's mind's eye. "...And a few who may need more time to come around. But truly, my understanding wasn't good when we first met, either! I'm sure you remember. But here I stand today."
[ooc: Not a complete internet blackout, it seems. Just... mostly an internet blackout.]
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He was committed to making everything work even if it meant swallowing some of his pride. "Even if they never understand it won't push me away."
[ooc: hugs and cheerleading.]
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"There's no face!" is the helpless, and half-hearted attempt at denial.
[ooc: ty. it is exhausting but good. hope all is well with you!]
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"There are FACES!" Beelzebub insists and sends the knight a couple very clear memories of these faces. Though, a feeling of adoration also accompanies them. There is something in those exasperated and surprised expressions that Beelzebub finds endearing and lovable.
[OOC: I am glad it is good <3]