owl to Brienne of Tarth; house-elf deliveries to random unfortunate Gryffindors

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

TO BRIENNE OF TARTH:

GREETINGS, WARRIOR MAIDEN. YOUR FELLOW PREFECT, I WHO AM BEOWULF, SALUTE YOU. HARD TIMES HAVE FALLEN UPON THIS SCHOOL. 'TIS PREY TO A FELL MONSTER.

GRYFFINDORS ARE CALLED TO ACTION! WE MUST MOBILIZE OUR FORCES, SUCH AS THEY ARE. I AM GOADED IN MY DUTY, YEA, THOUGH I FEAR FOR MY BELOVED PYARAY, MY BELOVED TAKO, AND MY BELOVED SACK JOE. SACK JOE MOST OF ALL, FOR HE IS TENDER OF SKIN AND FEARFUL OF HEART.

THIS BOY KEENAN CAINE INVOKES US IN OUR PREFECTLY MIGHT. COME TO MEET ME IN THE PLACE OF EXERCISE EQUIPMENT AND OCCASIONAL CRUMPETS.

BEOWULF


To random Gryffindors, whomever the house elves can find:

YOUR PREFECTS SUMMON YOU TO BATTLE AGAINST THE BABY SUN! MEET IN THE COMMON ROOM! I AM BEOWULF!

He just had to add the tagline in there.

Later, he directed a house elf to make an addition:

There will be Kool-Aid. Orange flavor, red flavor, green flavor. It's here to kill your monster.

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[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne had only to look out the window to see the monster that was plaguing the school. She was all for vanquishing it if she could.

She didn't respond to the owl, although she did send a note to Methos explaining that apparently the baby sun was getting fought, and he should come participate, if he were inclined. As love notes went, it kind of sucked, but that hardly mattered.

She arrived in the common room, to find it already occupied. Hagrid leaned against one wall, holding a large pink umbrella at the ready. Beside him, looking grimly determined stood Jon Snow. Apparently both had responded to the random house elf deliveries.

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

Keenan Caine entered the room and addressed Brienne.

"Beowulf rounded you up for P... Baby Sun Asploding?" he asked, eyebrow raised. "How about you, John, Hagrid?"

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

Coraline appeared in the common room as well, wearing her deputy prefect's hat and trying very hard to look grown-up and determined. She'd fought equally scary monsters, she reminded herself. But at least then she'd had an idea of what to do, and there'd been somewhere to escape to...

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

(( *dies* please please tell me this means Coraline can be Beowulf's Anchor. Or maybe that Beowulf can be Coraline's anchor. Coraline as Pilot, manifesting a Beowulf-shaped giant robot form ... ))

Beowulf stepped forward to hail his deputy. "DEPUTY PREFECT CORALINE! YOUR CLEVER TACTICS AND STRATEGY AND ALL YOUR COURAGE SHALL BE NEEDED IN THIS FIGHT! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME KOOL-AID?"

Beowulf had learned he liked Kool-Aid.

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

"Um. Yes, please." Coraline hadn't had Kool-Aid before. She was also a little embarrassed by Beowulf's praise, as she really didn't have a clue where to start, this time.

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

Beowulf came from an age where extravagant praise of heroes was very much the norm. He might commission alliterative epic poetry celebrating Coraline, sooner or later.

He poured her a tankard of red Kool-Aid. "BEFORE THE BATTLE, OUR DRINK MAKES US DOUGHTY," he declaimed. "QUAFF THE BREW OF HEROES AND YE SHALL HAVE POWER TO BURST THROUGH WALLS OF THE HARDEST STONE!"

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." It was extremely red. Definitely not something she'd be allowed to drink at home. She drank some of it (normally - she'd never been sure whether 'quaff' meant something specific or was just a fancy word for drinking), and decided that she liked it a lot. Although, she didn't quite feel that she'd be able to break through a wall.

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

"YOU ARE ON MY TEAM," declared Beowulf with obvious affection.

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

Coraline swallowed, looking round at the rest of the room. She didn't recognise most people there. Presumably they were all on the 'fighting the Baby Sun' team, but it sounded like Beowulf meant something else. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "I'm - not sure how to fight a sun."

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"That's okay," Keenan said, after obvserving this exchange with a good idea that laughing would be deadly amusement. "I'm gonna give you a crash course in, ah, onieromantic combat. First question," Keenan said . "How many close friends do you have... and are you in love with anyone? You don't have to tell me who."

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

"I'm not in love with anyone!" Coraline said, a bit horrified. "Do you mean just people here? There's Rika, and Sunflora, and Rose, but I haven't seen her very often."

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"Right," he says. "Not IN love with anyone. Not a problem! But, well, you love your parents, and your friends. Little L love is just as effective, sometimes more so."

He grins. "You'll fight them with your love and dreams, shaped into weapons. And I'll teach you how, cuz that's what I did where I came from."

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Coraline nodded, solemnly. "I ...think I understand. Sort of." She didn't know how you shaped love and dreams into a weapon, but fighting with them - well, she could say she'd done that before.

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"There is something I need to warn you, though," he says, very seriously. "How much you love them is your weapons. How much you TRUST them is your armor. And... well..."

He sighs. "Armor can be damaged. I lost... someone... partly for that reason, and partly because I was an idiot with her."

He looks at you. "There's always that risk. As long as you're a good friend to them, it's not likely that your trust in them break. But it's possible, and I need to warn you that."

"Still want to try?"

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

Coraline went very quiet. She wanted to help fight the sun, of course she did. They'd need all the people they could get. And she didn't want to let down Beowulf, and Gryffindor. But if something went wrong, then she could lose her friends, or - even her love for her parents...

She looked up at Keenan. "Yes. I still want to try."

Something had to be done, after all.

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you're Pilot material," he said, nodding approval, and offering a hand. For a handshake or, if she wanted, a brotherly hug.

"Let me give you the crash course."

((Ooc: And post your Relationship stats!))

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

She shook his hand. "...okay. What do I have to do?"

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"First, clasp hands with Beo. Then, I'll cast the Anchoring Charm."

He grins. "Then I teach you how to call on the Anima of your friends."

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

Coraline nodded, and reached out for Beowulf's hand. This felt weird, but she assumed (or at least hoped) Keenan knew what he was doing. He was the one who had a plan, anyway.

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

He points his wand at their clasped hands.

"Tuus Gladius Amor Est, e Beowulf est tuus scutum!*"

A golden band briefly appeared on each arm.

(OOC: "Love is your weapon, and Beowulf is your armor!")

He nods. "It worked. And now I teach you the Anima Charm. If you can do a Patronus? You can do an Anima."

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

Coraline frowned, extracting her hand from Beowulf's again. "I haven't done a Patronus. But I know what one is, I read about them."

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"Works for me."

((/scene and Judgement? XD We can BS teaching you the details.))

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

"THIS LAD HAS A PLAN FOR BATTLING SUNS," explained Beowulf, sloshing his Kool-Aid-filled drinking horn in Keenan's direction. "WE MUST FIGHT IN UNISON!"

He then set himself to the business of stoking the furnace of his body with sweet, sweet refined sugar and unnecessary food coloring.

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

He looks at it and blinks. "...this is Cherry kool-aid," he says, stating what he cannot beleive.

Then he shrugs, grins and clinks horns. "Bottoms up, Beo." And does a PROPER quaff.

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

Beowulf's mouth was clown-red with artificial cherry flavoring.

"OF COURSE IT IS KOOL-AID. HUZZAH!"

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes. "A fine drink for teenagers to have before going into battle," he says with mock solemnity.

Then he winks at Coraline.

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

"A FINE DRINK FOR MIGHTY WARRIORS," Beowulf corrected. "IT YIELDS MORE ENERGY THAN A HORN OF MEAD, AND IT DOES NOT MAKE A MAN SLEEPY."

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"Heh - for that, I'd recommend strong coffee instead," Keenan says. "And you actually have decent brew round here. Let me introduce you."

(OOC: If we want to be Cracky, want to make this an Interlude under BS rules and Judge it? If so, I need a volunteer mun from the audience! No, not you, Beowulf-mun.)

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

(( *dies* that's okay, they're just talking about Koolaid. The Bliss Stage rules are probably not going to mesh well with general LJ RP. We'll see how it goes in the combat scene, but I don't anticipate it going beyond that kind of scene. Sorry ))

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

((I'd prefer the latter, honestly, because pilots tend to be teenagers for genre in-universe reasons beyond the adults having gone to Happy World Land.))

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

(( Coraline's a little kid, so no pervitude here. Beowulf only digs on monsters and MILFs. However, Phoeb and I decided just now that Coraline would be pilot and Beowulf anchor. XD ))

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

((This fills me with <3 that I cannot describe, and consider this a Trust Building interlude between Keenan-mun and Beowulf-mun, mmmkay? Have her pm me and/or stat Coraline's rels.))

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

"I suppose he did," Brienne said warily, looking down at the young man. "He didn't see how that was to be done, though."

((As neither Hagrid nor Jon have ever met Keenan, it is not likely that he would just know who they are right offhand, so I am going to ignore that part of the post. Sorry.))

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

(NP!)

"I'm Keenan Caine. Used to be a Pilot, back home - used a machine, then, to do the same thing I'm going to teach you to do with magic, now."

He grinned. "Use your loves, your hatreds, and every relationship inbetween as a weapon. Against the Baby Sun."

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

Methos was always happier when he wasn't Getting Involved. He was no hero, and as a result, he was usually happy to let the hero-type take the lead and leave him out of it.

Of course, this rarely worked. Which explained why Methos was standing in the common room, heavily armed. He wasn't sure what a sword, gun and various knives could do against a deranged sun, but he was at least going to be prepared.

A clattering of wings caught his attention. Jenks the pixie hovered near the ancient, his wings red with excitement. "Come to join the battle against the weirdness?"

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"Come to lead it," Keenan says, with a grim smile. "And you won't need those. They wouldn't do much good anyway."

He looks at you. "Yeah, I can see why she picked you for this." He extends his hand. "Keenan Caine," he says. "Wing Commander of the ANIMa Corps of Hogwarts. And you got handpicked for Anchor duty by Brienne."

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

((OOC : I'm assuming he's talking to Methos))

Methos nodded, his eyes flicking over Caine for a moment, taking him in. He shrugged, "Perhaps not, but I feel better carrying them. Battles with intangibles can be notoriously.. dicey. Name's Methos."

He shifted, his manner speaking to his skill as well as the hidden potential for violence. He would protect Brienne in this fight, no matter the cost.
"So Caine, what does this Anchor duty entail?"

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"Knowing her dreams and fears, adept use of dream and faerie-tale guided imagery in a psycholgical setting, loving your Pilot hard, and great personal risk," he says, smiling but totally serious.

"Interested?"

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

((OOC.. let's try that again!))

The immortal nodded. Brienne hadn't exactly been forthcoming about things like her fears or dreams, but he was pretty sure what they entailed. He'll have to speak to her before the battle.

"All right, I'm in." He crossed the room to Brienne and squeezed her arm gently. They were planning a battle, and both needed to keep their focus on the matter at hand.

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

"If you could just hold that position for a moment?"

Keenan pointed his wand at their clasped hands.

"Tuus gladius amor est! E Methos est tuu scutum!"

The bands, this time, were made of damascene silver.

"Interestin," he said.

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne glanced worriedly at Methos as he approached. She'd been listening to Keenan's conversations with some of the others, and she wasn't actually confident this was going to work. Still, she'd told Beowulf she was in, so she wasn't going to back out.
She turned to Methos as the bands formed around their wrists, and spoke in a low voice. "I'm completely out of my depth," she confessed quietly. "Do you understand any of what we're supposed to do? Because I'm not certain that I do, and I don't like going into battle feeling so unprepared."

((This may be one of those weird differences between LJ and tabletop games coming through. I know Brienne signed up to be a pilot/anchor team with Methos, but I understood that was an OOC thing. *She* doesn't know that she's signed up for anything. Plus, she comes from a fantasy world where they don't even have steam, much less aircraft, much less aircraft that is propelled by weird psychic mojo. So, yeah, she's a lot confused.))

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

((Urg. I thought that would be hand-waved; this is the sound of me smacking myself repeatedly))

Keenan's eyes bulged, and his mouth dropped open. "Wait... I thought that Beowulf had told..."

He rolls his eyes and groans. "Never mind, doesn't matter," he sighs. "I'm going to teach you how to ride your dreams into battle, with the love, hate, and everything in-between that you feel as a weapon."

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

Methos cast a sidelong glance at Beowulf, who was still quaffing horns of Kool-Aid. "I wouldn't exactly call him the master of exposition," he commented dryly.

He squeezed Brienne's hand. The idea of using something vague like emotion against something very tangible and let's face it.. very creepy, was certainly giving the immortal pause. "I'm not sure myself," he said to her. "But I'll be there to watch your back, I won't let anything happen to you."