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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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[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.]

[It's almost comical how she kicks when lifted off of her feet, at least from Angus' point of view. The Hootsman is caught off-guard by Christine's ballet kick, bruising a cheek and hitting his nose with a quiet, satisfying crack.

He yelps and covers his nose with a free arm as Angus laughs from the sidelines.]

Oh! Oh shoot! I'm sorry, are you okay?

[That sounded like it really hurt! Christine is momentarily distracted from the fight, stumbling a bit as she hits the ground, but then approaching the Hootsman with obvious concern.]

[Gods cannot die through dumb mortal accidents, but that doesn't mean they feel no pain. The Hootsman rubs at his face, growling.]

I swear to myself, you could have weaponized your boots and severely maimed me!

[Angus runs over, waving his hands and calling over a health wizard.]

Hootsman, Christine! That was an epic sparring battle, indeed!

[Christine winces with sympathy, a little nervous she might have wrecked her chances on getting the Hootsman as a mentor now that she's hurt him. She checks his face and then takes a step back.]

I'm so, so sorry, Sir Hootsman! I really screwed that up! It was intended to be a friendly kick!

[The health wizard presses a cloth against the Hootsman's face, using a potion of rubbing alcohol and disinfectant to clear the blood. When he steps back, the Hootsman is smiling.]

Hah! If that was friendly, I'd like to see what a powerful kick from you could do! Too rarely have I fought a foe that could draw blood from me. [He stands up, walks over to Christine, and holds out a hand.] Angus's judgement was good today. You are a worthy future barbarian.

itscurtains ANGUS VISITATION

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