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Musical BJ!

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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Cherise was less than pleased with her current lot during this whole festive renaissance conversion of the city. Oh sure, many others gained nobility status, or magical powers.

She got her powers taken away.

Her wand was of little more use than a fly swatter, with all of her magic stripped away. It made her feel vulnerable. What was worse, she was a peasant. A dirty peasant, who'd only known how to wash clothes with the aid of a washing machine.

Kneeling by the river, she gave the soiled dress a disgusted toss, making it hit the rock with a damp 'splat'. All the scrubbing in the world wasn't going to help her. "This situation had best not be permanent," she grumbled to herself, rubbing her palms vigorously together under the ice cold water. "Whoever's responsible for this mess has a great deal of explaining to do!"

[Lie Ren was just out, browsing the market for something to make for dinner when he heard pipe music somewhere in the distance.

There was something about that music that he just... had to... follow it. No, seriously, it was like he couldn't control his feet, the closer he got, the stronger the urge to follow it.

then he was faced with-]

You.

[...You look different than the last time he saw you... As you can see however, he himself is unchanged.]

"Me!" Betelgeuse laughed, then shook his head in mock sorrow. "Really, fella, that's how you greet people? 'You.' Not very eloquent, y'see. Come on, fella, bend my ear a bit! Tell BJ how you've been!"

Betelgeuse enforced the command with a few well-place notes on his pipe.

Betelgeuse came and sat beside her, playing a small little ditty on his pipe that made the leaves float up and dance around them. He grinned.

"Hey, babes. You don't look so happy."

[Well, to be fair, it was more in surprise, but it is true that it was rude nevertheless...] My apologies, you simply took me by surprise. It wasn't meant to be rude.

[...Weird. Normally he would have just said sorry. But he feels the need to talk.] I've been well, but the fact Yang is still missing is a matter of concern. As is the fact that Nora has found a factory that makes marshmallow, but that is simply because she has enough energy as it is without really needing more sugar than usual.

[...]

I see you've been affected by this... event. For lack of a better word.

[Just. Whut?]

"See there, you do have a tongue!" Betelgeuse crowed, laughing wildly for a few seconds. "Yeah, yours truly gets to play pied piper. It's kinda fun, really. Sorry to hear about Yang, but fella...don't be harshing on marshmallows."

Betelgeuse grinned, waving his pipe around. Oh, this was going to be so good.

"So, spill some more beans for me. What other fairy tale folk are around? Anyone good?"

Cherise eyed the leaves suspiciously, her hands stilling as she regarded this...man. Having only spoken with him via text, she didn't recognize his face, nor his voice, though the 'babes' thing pinged her brain and said there was something familiar about him. She just didn't know what.

"It seems I can't say the same about you," she replied slowly, regarding him with a sidelong glance. "Are you truly enjoying yourself?"

"Welll, y'know, it's one of those things. I hate being messed with," Betelgeuse admitted, shrugging helplessly. "On the other hand though, being able to have control just by playing on a pipe? That's a pretty sweet deal, know what I mean? Who are you supposed to be?"

He gave her an unnecessary slow once over, that seemed to focus a lot on her legs and chest.

(ooc: Feel free to have Cherise slap him, if she's so inclined. :D)

Edited 2014-01-19 05:41 (UTC)

She did have pretty nice legs; one of the rogue sorcerers she'd relentlessly hunted (and failed to catch) always called her 'Legs.' That didn't mean she appreciated being leered at, and she quickly arranged her skirts to hide her shapely calves. You stop that right now.

"No one of importance," she replied crisply, trying to hide her wounded pride. Being a peasant wouldn't have been THAT bad, but she didn't like being dirty. She hated it. And no matter how much she scrubbed her face, it seemed she was forever doomed to have dirt smudged onto it.

She shot a wary glance at his pipe. He'd better stick to controlling leaves. "What have you controlled thus far, hm?"

I'm not 'harshing' on marshmallows-

[But his argument is cut off by the question. And he doesn't like this being made to do things, not one little bit. You get a heated glare before he starts talking again.]

...Jaune locked himself away so I have not seen him personally but I am assuming he was affected by the event somehow. I have also seen a mermaid and unicorn on the communication network, however the unicorn thing could simply have been caused by someone dropping their scroll in Fayren. [And yes, he knows it's not a scroll, but it's easier to think of and call it like that because it is what he is used to.]

Betelgeuse cackled at the other man's glare, feeling a rush of pride. He twirled the pipe like a baton between his fingers, humming slightly.

"Oooo, a unicorn! Wait. What the hell does 'dropping their scroll in Fayren' mean?"

"Ah, peasant, huh? Hey, peasants aren't so bad. I knew some real friendly ones, back when I was alive," Betelgeuse said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "So far, I've controlled leaves, animals, some guy called Lien Ren. Why?"

Losing their communication device in Fayren. However, I call it a scroll due to the similar, but also different, technology we have back in the academy that looks like a scroll - something you may be able to gather by the name. [Have it snippily. It's not a usual thing for him, but neither is talking so much. :|]

"Uh huh," Betelgeuse said, completely uncaring about his conversational companion's bad mood. He did that to people on a fairly regular basis. "So, where is Fayren? Why say 'losing your scroll in Fayren' and not some other place?"

[...He'd like to know how you don't already know this.]

Fayren is one of the subcities. I have been lead to believe it's where some of the more fairytale-like creatures reside, which would mean unicorns if they are here as a standard, which would therefore mean that if one was to find a scroll it would more than likely be there rather than anywhere else.

[And with that clear show of lack of knowledge, he's done here ~~Or so he thinks~~. Going to do what he didn't think of while he was yammering and being made to answer and turn his back and walk... away... ~~He hopes~~]

"Ah, gotcha, gotcha, that makes sense. Wait. Fairytale-like creatures? Does that include ghosts. Aw, bro, you haven't been holding out on me, have you??" Betelgeuse scolds. He plays a few notes on his pipe. "Hey, don't go! I wanna hear about the unicorns! That shit's not real, where I'm from!"

[And sure enough, he pulls to a halt, literally unable to keep walking forward. He hates you so much right now.]

It's not real where I am from either. I have been active with my team in trying to find Yang so I have not had a chance to fully investigate places myself yet.

You'll find a unicorn is a horse with a horn protruding from it's head. [...Small... victories...?]

Betelgeuse rolled his eyes, twirling his pipe and seriously considering making the other man do something absolutely humiliating.

"I know what a unicorn IS, moron!" he snapped. "The hell do you have against having a pleasant chat with a guy?"

I don't have a problem with having a chat with someone, even if I am not one for idle chit-chat myself. I have a problem with being forced to do something. [And he intends to make it as difficut (Ie - as irritating) as possible as he can while under his spell. If that means the sarcasm he rarely uses aloud, so be it.]

Betelgeuse just cackled.

"Awww, poor you. Forced into...IDLE CHIT-CHAT!" Betelgeuse gave a mock sob. "My heart just bleeds. Well, y'know, it would, if I was alive. I only used the damn pipe, when you tried to walk off at the first opportunity. Come on, come on. Sit a spell! See, no pipe. Just askin.'"

He eyerolls. Of course you missed the point. It's not about the idle chit-chat (as frustrating as that is), it's about being made to do it. He eyes Betelguese warily, as if debating with himself whether to sit... or if he really has a choice like you are making out.

Finally, he lowers himself to the floor, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"There ya go, pal," Betelgeuse encouraged, smiling cheerfully. "That's not so bad. Tell ya what...you can pick what we talk about."

Oh, he already has a topic in mind. After all, it's so... strange... he needs to understand it. Not least to see if he can't get some good measure on if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

"I want to hear more about you."

you let him choose.

Betelgeuse grinned, nodding. This was just pandering to his ego.

"Sure, love talking about myself. Well, I'm from a little, blue planet called Earth. I already told ya about my bio-exorcism gig. Had a lot of practice too! I mean, I've been dead for six hundred years or so. It's kind of become a drag," Betelgeuse admitted. "I'd kinda like to get out of it, but I gotta get married to make that happen, y'know?"

"Lie Ren?!" Cherise's dirty laundry fell against the rock with a wet slap as she rose quickly to her feet, rigid as a board. She knew the young man. He'd been very polite, and very respectful. Both were rare qualities in teenagers, so she'd grown to appreciate him.

But she had to remind herself that her wand didn't work right now. Unless she intended to defeat this...being...with rocks hurled in a sissy manner, there wasn't going to be any sort of victory in her favor if she tried to instigate a fight.

"What did you do with him?" she asked icily, narrowing her eyes.

Betelgeuse cackled, rather enjoying the show. He shook his head.

"Wow. Babes. Ya gotta chill, y'know? I didn't hurt the guy. I just...persuaded him to have a civil conversation with me, that's all. Your boyfriend is perfectly safe, well, from me, anyways."

"Don't be vulgar," Cherise replied coldly, disgusted. Ren was thirteen years her younger, if not more. "I happen to be married, so if you would please keep such comments to yourself, I'd greatly appreciate it."

Technically she was married. A widower, but married just the same, and she still wore the ring.

"Can't help it, babes. It's the way I am," Betelgeuse cackled, twirling his pipe some more. "So, who's your hubby, then? Evidently not Lien Ren. Harry, maybe?"

"No, not Harry." Cherise wasn't exactly eager to divulge the more intimate details of her life, but she also wasn't eager to wind up getting manipulated into spilling her history to him. "He hasn't appeared in this world, so I doubt you're likely to meet him."

"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."

"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."

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!"

"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!"

"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."

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.

"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."

"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.

"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."

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Musical BJ!

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The promised tribute! mwuhahahaha <s>IF YOU COULD MAKE HIM MORE TALKATIVE, THAT WOULD BE GREAT-</S>

Awesome and done! :D

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