Musical BJ!

[betel_geuse]

Since the world had turned into an enchanted forest, Betelgeuse had found himself in the role of the Pied Piper! He assumed so, anyway, given the pipe he was suddenly able to play. He was grateful that at least part of his outfit had retained his black and white stripes. He was wearing clothes that wouldn't be out of place in the fourteenth century and he couldn't say he'd missed the fashions of those times.

Betelgeuse couldn't decide if he was angry or delighted.

On the one hand, he felt much more alive than he usually did and he enjoyed the music making. Also, controlling people with a pipe was great fun! Ohhh, Betelgeuse just loved fun and games. On the other hand, he really preferred it, when the fun and games were aimed at other people. He'd had no say in his alteration and it irked him, greatly.

Well, he would just take it on other poor slobs!


(ooc: Let me know, if you would like Betelgeuse to use his pipe on your character for fun and mayhem! :D)

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[betel_geuse]

"Awww, ain't that a shame?" Betelgeuse sympathized, giving a mock pout. "Must be lonely, being on your own, when you're used to steady company."

[broken_trifecta]

"Don't."

The single word was frosty, and cracked as sharp as a whip. Cherise stood with her back rigid, hands clenched into fists. If he continued, she was very likely to slap him, gross face or not.

Setting her jaw firmly, she exhaled. "It's a sensitive matter. I ask that you not speak of it further."

[betel_geuse]

Pissing someone off or grossing them out was one thing. Hurting their feelings was something else. He spreads his hands, his smile fading.

"Whoa, babes, chill. You brought it up, not me," he defended. "I mean, you can't blame me for having a bit of fun, can you? I didn't ask for the stupid pipe. I'm just making the best of it!"

[broken_trifecta]

"And have you considered the consequences? Have you studied what that pipe can do?" Cherise was relieved that he'd left the subject of her marriage alone, but she was still tense. She stooped back to her laundry, scrubbing with a vengeance. "Magical artifacts that grant great power may seem like a boon, but some have hidden costs, such as those that slowly deteriorate the soul of the user. Have a care before using such a thing recklessly!"

[betel_geuse]

"I'm perfectly aware of the what the pipe does, thank you very much," Betelgeuse scoffed. "I also know what magic artifacts can do, lady! Did I mention I AM OVER SIX HUNDRED YEARS OLD?!"

He screamed, then sat back down, his expression a mix of smug and unimpressed.

"Y'know, some would say I'm already pretty deteriorated, but what do they know? What I know is how to handle myself around magic. Given that I'm all soul and no body, I'm pretty sure I'd know if the pipe was damaging me. Anyways, it'd have to get past my juice, first."

[broken_trifecta]

Cherise glowered at him over her shoulder, giving him a brief glance. For being so old, he didn't look THAT dead. Just...mostly dead. She sniffed haughtily and stood to her feet, wringing out her washed dress. "I merely gave you an example. I wouldn't trust such a pipe if I were you, but I've said what I have to say. I offered advice, nothing more."

And what more could she do? Without her magic, she couldn't exactly enforce her warnings.

[betel_geuse]

"Well, I appreciate the thought, babes, but if it's trust you're worried about, really, you can relax," Betelgeuse stressed, almost growling the word, before speaking calmly again. "I don't trust much of anything, certainly not some pipe that appeared outta nowhere. Come on, though. Don't they have this fairy tale where you're from? The pied piper of Hamlin? It wasn't a cursed pipe."

[broken_trifecta]

"The parents of those abducted children might disagree," Cherise replied coolly. And then she wished she hadn't responded at all. He had a point -- if they were truly being immersed into fairy tales, then the flute was assuredly harmless to the player. The listeners? Not so much.

"Regardless, there's no guarantee that you've been made into some fictional character from the storybooks." She snatched up the rest of her belongings, trying not to hold them too close. She could already feel the cold water starting to seep through her apron and tattered dress. "If that were true, I would have a role as well, and I don't exactly recall any particularly notable washer women." She flashed a humorless smile, then stalked away.

[betel_geuse]

"The parents of the abducted children should have coughed up," Betelgeuse retorted, frowning angrily. Why did so many people want him to never have fun?? He watched her stalk away, making a rude gesture. "She doesn't know I'm not the Pied Piper. Hell, wasn't Cinderella a washer woman, at least sometimes? There had to be one or two."