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itscurtains ANGUS VISITATION

[Angus spends a lot of his time after the Opera House in his Kingdom of Fife of the past in an alternate universe, helping with rebuilding villages, aiding the peasants, and taking naps.

He's so tired guys.

But he's always eager to receive visitors. When he's not busy running around the mighty citadel of Dundee, he entertains the guests inside the castle or takes them around the kingdom. Not on the Legendary Enchanted Jetpack of course, but on a flying submarine usually headed by a quiet man who usually keeps to himself, cultivating that mysterious aura.

There's also the Hootsman coming in and out of here, demanding beer and generally showing off his axe-throwing skills and lasers blasts. Did Angus mention that he's also a demigod?]

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[After a bit of wandering around the fort (she genuinely can't help it, being in a world as different from hers as this. Do you expect her to not get some magical souveniers?), she makes her way to the forest as she was instructed to, and is quite relieved to see a dwarf. She's nervous at first about getting on the horse, but at least it seems to know the way through, so she doesn't have to do much besides sit and pat its mane to thank it for taking her through.

She's surprised to see the sky already darkening, and then even more confused when she sees an almost picture perfect rainbow stretching across the sky. She's anticipating something otherworldly, but hadn't been expecting to see them when she finally reaches a clearing. She gasps and pulls gently on the reins to stop her horse, hopping off with some wobbling. She doesn't let her excitement take over quite yet, thinking at least to give her ride an apple and a few snout pats before rushing over to the plains, giggling madly.

She does slow when she gets closer, thinking it might be smart not to spook them. She doesn't know if they're wild or not. She very carefully tiptoes towards one, holding her hand out with another apple she gathered around the forest area. Her training will be remembered later. Right now, it is simply time for horf bonding.]

Hey, little guy... c'mon... you want a snack?

[The horse is grateful for Christine's manners. Her kindness will be remembered by this animal.

One unicorn stops grazing and raises its head, and the others follow. They watch Christine approach cautiously but without fear, for they know they can defend themselves in a battle of strength. Rather, their gazes are judging - is her heart one of good or evil? Is she worth of their presence?

They turn to follow her as she approaches one unicorn, though some leave, not interested in this anymore. The chosen pointy horf glances down at the apple, tosses his mane...

And gracefully takes the apple by the stem, lifting it up. He gives Christine a bow and steps back, where he places the apple on the ground and, which his horn, emits a thin light that cuts the fruit in half.]

[Well, at least she's made one horse friend! Christine is a little more worried about the unicorns, though... She knows the stories about being 'pure of heart' and she certainly tries to be a good person, but the whole murder situation has made her a little more violent when it comes to certain supercomputers. Does that count as evil?

She holds her breath as one approaches and lets out a sigh of relief when the unicorn takes her offering. She giggles and curtsies back at it... only to shriek in surprise when the apple suddenly gets sliced in half. She covers her mouth, but when it seems she's not in any immediately danger, she breathes out again:]

Amazing...

[The unicorn munches on the apple and gives Christine a nod of approval. Her gift has appeased the powerful beings of the glen.]

Christine!

[The other horse has found its other home and has turned back to return to the camp. The glory of the unicorns was too much for it.]

Christine? [Angus' voice is faintly heard from the area lit by a campfire.]

[Yes! Christine has done her duty as unicorn-human ambassador. She's about to reach into her bag to display to the unicorn her binder when she hears a familiar voice.]

Angus?

[She starts walking first, but quickly breaks into a run when she sees the man who's near the fire.] Angus!

[He'd better be ready for a hug because Christine looks like she's about to tackle him.]

[Far from the west, a young hero comes with armor made from wolf.

Angus has his green armor and cape as he runs from the fire and prepares to to grab Christine once she collides with him.]

Christine! You made it! [He picks her up for a moment to spin her around.] I thought you'd gotten lost for a moment!

I made it! I did!

[She's giggling excitedly as Angus swings her around, clinging on tight to him so she doesn't end up falling. When she lets go, she at least looks momentarily sheepish.]

Oh, sorry about that! I might have gotten a tiny bit distracted. I mean, there were real unicorns! You couldn't expect me to ignore that!

Of course they are real! [He looks out heroically at the opposite end of the glen. The unicorns stand in the distance majestically.] Santana may have believed otherwise, but they remain the guardians of the land.

[He grins at Christine.] I see that you haven't offended them when you met them.

[Christine looks appalled.]

I never would have dared to be so cruel! Besides, I'm not evil or anything, so how would I offend them? I thought they just liked good people. Or virgins, but that's a made up legend based in misogyny.

[She really hopes that's not real in Angus' land.]

Anyways! I've been rehearsing all week, so I hope I'm ready! Is the Hootsman going to be meeting us here?

[There's only 1 named female character in the albums, what are women.]

Well, you could have been treating them kindly only to use a spell of undeath to take them under your thrall. Or you could have frightened them and been killed.

[Thankfully, he trusts Christine to be respectful.]

He is! Come, he waits by the fire. [Gesturing at the distant light where there's a few people hanging out. One of them is...kind of glowing?]

[Christine will have to be a strong enough female character to make up for the defecit!]

I don't think I know any magic spells. No matter how powerful I am!

[She follows Angus quickly, trying not to let her nerves show as she fixes the clasp on her cloak. She has to make a good first impression on her hopeful mentor!]

[Finally, we can have a cool teenager in the lineup.

They hear the Hootsman before they run into him. Some of the crowd is gathered around a long-haired cyborg barbarian demi-god actor-warrior-king and chanting "hoots hoots hoots!" over and over again as they watch him down what is possibly the fifteenth mug of ale, based on the mugs tossed to the ground.

He lets out a loud growl, pleased with the offering of booze, and tosses it to the ground.] Fellow warriors! Truly, the land of Fife has the greatest beer outside of Unst!

[The soldiers around him cheer, including Angus, who waves at his friend. Thankfully, his green armor is recognizable among the crowd.]

Angus! [The Hootsman leaps off the table and strides towards the Prince.] Is this to be my apprentice?

[He never stops shouting in that growly pitch as he looks down and spots Christine.]

She's training as an actress in her universe, and I think now would be a good age for her to also train under your tutelage, dear Hoostman.

[Well! Who is this exciting fellow? Christine barely restrains herself from chanting along with the group, but her excitement and nerves are definitely mounting as she sees how truly impressive she is.

Though she's not much of a drinker... Maybe she should have asked Jake if he wanted to come along.

She stands tall as she's appraised, before offering a bit of a curtsy.]

Well met, Sir Hootsman! I'm Christine Canigula, greatest performer in the Edison metropolitan! If I may have a moment of your time to demonstrate my skills?

Edison, you say? I have not heard of that town before. [The Hootsman strokes his braided beard.] Then I should see how you represent your home, Christine Canigula. Do you wish to impress me with a display of combat prowess? Will you perform an ode to your gods?

I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it, sir! It's in the faraway land of New Jersey, after all.

[Alternate worlds are weird. Either way, she's delighted that the Hootsman still seems willing to give her a chance, and she bounces a bit on the balls of her feet.]

Yes! Of course! Um, both of those things! Would you like to see my combat skills or the ballad I have prepared first?

A battle first! [He holds up a fist triumphantly.] Then we can sing of our battle! Reveal your weapon, warrior Christine!

[Angus backs up and tugs on Christine's shoulder to do the same as the Hootsman reaches behind his back and pulls out a might battleaxe.]

Using my godly laser beams would make this an unfair match, but even mortals can weild a weapon against a god!

[Christine takes a few steps back and gasps a bit when she sees the weapon the Hootsman wields. Suddenly, she feels almost completely inadequate, but after a worried glance at Angus, she moves to tug her flute from her bag. She's tied streamers around it, so it looks at least slightly fancy.]

I feel like this might still be an unfair match, sir... I must admit I've only taken part in battles of wits. Or against inanimate objects.

[Angus gives her a fierce thumbs up when she glances over to him. It's almost goofy how big his grin is compared to the Hootsman's proud expression.]

A bardic warrior? Interesting. If this is your first battle against a living foe, then I shall be all the more impressed!

[To start the battle, he lets out a guttural roar, holds his axe up, and charges at Christine.]

Eep!

[Christine is not prepared enough! She yelps and jumps out of the way, twirling around to face the Hootsman. It takes her a small moment to recover, but... well, she promised to give it her all, and she wants to make Angus proud!

With a battle cry, she swings her flute around, aiming for his prominent beer gut.]

[He pulls his axe back from the swing, expecting a string to the limbs. For such a short foe, he was surprised to see Christine's choice of target despite its acclaimed size. He pulls the battleaxe lower as the flute aims at this gut and barely blocks it with the handle.]

Ha ha! An interesting strategy!

[She's too close for the axe without her losing her head, so he launches an elbow onto her side.]

[Listen, she needs to be unexpected! Or, more likely, she's just not wanting to actually hurt anyone, even in an apparent battle. That's something she certainly needs to work on, but so long as she can impress him enough to take on a pupil...

As the Hootsman elbows her, she goes down on the ground with a cry, but even as she's working on recovering, she's using her position to slide between the Hootsman's wide stance and sit up behind him. She swings her flute once more to try to trip him up.]

Go Christine! [Angus cheers for her when she manages to sneak behind the Hootsman and strike him behind the knee. His fur-lined boots did not reach that high, leaving it only protected by thin leggings.

He yelps, kicking his leg out but leaving him exposed until he regained his footing and turned around.]

Hyah!

[Spurred on by Angus' cheering, Christine takes the time to stand again, thrusting the top of the flute at the Hootsman's back. She's obviously not going to pierce anything, but if she hits the small of it, she could at least make him smart for a minute and then work on toppling him again.]

[The Hootsman hisses at the surprise strike, but he does manage to get turned around.]

Two strikes. Not bad!

[His priority shifts when facing such a slippery foe. He makes a grab for Christine's shoulder, prepared to lift her up.]

Eek!

[Christine is lifted slightly off the ground, but though that is certainly a surprise, it probably works out in her favour. It means she's at less of a height disadvantage... so even when she has her arms pinned, she can still swing a leg up (thank ballet for making her so flexible) to kick him in the nose.]

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