[Pub means drinks and a half hour to drink before the other man arrives. It does take some very aggressive threats to stop the people trying to prevent him from entering with the two swords strapped to his back, but in the end he wins out. It leaves him drinking whiskey at a high top table with his back to the wall while he waits. Whether he looks anything like the expected Beelzebub in his leather kilt and boots, braided blonde hair and blood splatter looking white and red wings, who knows. that remains to be seen.]
[ John is no stranger to dimensional magic and travel. He's gone loads of places. Back in time, forward in time and all the places in between. He's even dabbled on the astral plane for a while. So he's seen a lot. Met a lot. And, well, done a lot.
Meeting Beezelbub in any incarnation is always going to be a pleasure for him. He's only interested to see how it goes this time as opposed to the last. When he does show up, it's easy to find him. He slides into the spot next to him with a dry laugh. ]
Something tells me you're upsetting the locals just hanging about like that. [ A slow, appraising look. ] I've not seen this fashion on any of you before.
[The angel slides the whiskey bottle over to the man who has situated himself on the stool beside him.]
Fallen angel, don't care. [He's jovial, upbeat, and amused by the stares.] I miss gladiatorial competitions sometimes. It's was more honest to human brutality than modern warfare.
[ No glasses? Not his first time. Why not? He nods in thanks and takes a swig right from the bottle. Oh, that's the good stuff too. He slides it back after. ]
Nor should you. I'm just surprised it didn't get messier you trying to settle in here and all. [ He rifles through his coat pockets to find his ciggies, opening the pack after and pulling one out in between his lips. ] I'm assuming you don't mind, yeah?
[ Not that it'll stop him. He's got to find his lighter first anyways. ]
More honor in it for sure. Though I've only used a sword a handful of times in the past decade. It's got a good feeling to it.
[He takes the bottle back and a long drink before setting it between them. It is the community bottle if the human would like.]
Inspiring and motivational speeches would in more places than the battlefield. [His brow shifts just enough to expose his internal amusement.] I prefer to see death in battle but who am I to tell you how to die?
[Blunt and a little dark in humor was the usual for Beelzebub, though he could be lighthearted when moved to that state of mind.]
It's easy to kill and blame when you don't have to look. I like war more than anyone but I'd rather see it have impact where it should.
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[Pub means drinks and a half hour to drink before the other man arrives. It does take some very aggressive threats to stop the people trying to prevent him from entering with the two swords strapped to his back, but in the end he wins out. It leaves him drinking whiskey at a high top table with his back to the wall while he waits. Whether he looks anything like the expected Beelzebub in his leather kilt and boots, braided blonde hair and blood splatter looking white and red wings, who knows. that remains to be seen.]
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Meeting Beezelbub in any incarnation is always going to be a pleasure for him. He's only interested to see how it goes this time as opposed to the last. When he does show up, it's easy to find him. He slides into the spot next to him with a dry laugh. ]
Something tells me you're upsetting the locals just hanging about like that. [ A slow, appraising look. ] I've not seen this fashion on any of you before.
Can't say it doesn't suit you, chief.
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Fallen angel, don't care. [He's jovial, upbeat, and amused by the stares.] I miss gladiatorial competitions sometimes. It's was more honest to human brutality than modern warfare.
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Nor should you. I'm just surprised it didn't get messier you trying to settle in here and all. [ He rifles through his coat pockets to find his ciggies, opening the pack after and pulling one out in between his lips. ] I'm assuming you don't mind, yeah?
[ Not that it'll stop him. He's got to find his lighter first anyways. ]
More honor in it for sure. Though I've only used a sword a handful of times in the past decade. It's got a good feeling to it.
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Inspiring and motivational speeches would in more places than the battlefield. [His brow shifts just enough to expose his internal amusement.] I prefer to see death in battle but who am I to tell you how to die?
[Blunt and a little dark in humor was the usual for Beelzebub, though he could be lighthearted when moved to that state of mind.]
It's easy to kill and blame when you don't have to look. I like war more than anyone but I'd rather see it have impact where it should.