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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?]
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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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?]
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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!]
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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.
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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?
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[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?
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[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!
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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.
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
sorry for the lateness!
He yelps, kicking his leg out but leaving him exposed until he regained his footing and turned around.]
nothing to worry about!
[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.]
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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.]
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[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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He yelps and covers his nose with a free arm as Angus laughs from the sidelines.]
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[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.]
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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!
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I'm so, so sorry, Sir Hootsman! I really screwed that up! It was intended to be a friendly kick!
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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.
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You're too kind, sir! I'm honoured that you hold my skills in high esteem!
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[The Hootsman chuckles and turns to Angus, arms crossed.]
Training begins tomorrow! To the northernmost island of Unst, Christine will become the greatest warrior in her universe!
[Angus wiggles a hand, unsure.] Try someplace closer to Dundee. We're still showing the others the safer parts of Fife. [...he turns to Christine.] Unless you wish to stay a week without me or the others?
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I think it would be best if I stayed close to home. Unless it's really important that I train further out!
[Who knows what's up in the great north? Christine would be intrigued.]
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[The Hootsman strokes his braided beard and hums.]
Some of your training can be done wherever we please, but wouldn't you want to use the training arena we have?
[How else will she become a mighty warrior by the time R3 rolls around?]
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