Beowulf had just been chatting up an applicant in his urbane and witty fashion. Therefore he was in the vicinity when Kratos appeared and began to do all sorts of very interesting battle moves.
This he had to learn more about. Time for shop talk!
"I AM BEOWULF," he greeted his fellow hero. "YOU HAVE SLAIN MONSTERS, EH?"
Kratos turned to see who had the gall to shout at him. He encountered another man that, once Kratos had sized up, had the feel about him of another great warrior.
"I have indeed slain monsters!!" He roared back at the man, unleashing his chaos blades in a purely demonstrative fashion. They whipped and blazed about the room for a few moments before returning to his hands.
He wasn't quite sure why the man was yelling that loud.
Not one to let another seem more imposing than himself, he matched Beowulf's volume. "I HAVE SLAIN MONSTERS OF THE SEA MYSELF! GREAT MULTIHEADED LIZARDS THAT SPRANG FORTH FROM THE DEPTHS OF POSEIDON'S SEA! THEY DESTROYED OF FLEET OF SHIPS BUT FELL BEFORE MY BLADES!"
He wasn't sure how long he could hold that tone, but he wasn't about to be outdone if he could avoid it, in volume or accomplishments.
"LEAPING LIZARDS! SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE MONSTERSLAYER!" Beowulf was impressed. It felt good to be impressed. There were so few true heroes in the world! Finally he could speak with a peer, one who knew what it was to boldly go where no man had dared to go before!
"ANY SONGS OF WAR THAT HAVE BEEN SUNG DOWN THROUGH THE AGES ARE MY SONGS, I HAVE WATCHED OVER COUNTLESS BATTLEFIELDS AND SHOWN MY FAVOR UPON MANY A VICTORIOUS LEGION!"
It was indeed good to have a fellow warrior who understood his accomplishments in a way that Kratos only thought he himself could. Most people in Greece just fled in terror when they saw the ghost of Sparta walk their way. Granted that could be because he often used them as cannon fodder for the great monsters he had slain. Still commoners should know their place. What else should they expect if they got in the way?
"I HAVE ALSO SLAIN A SNAKE-HAIRED SERPENT WOMAN WHOSE VERY GAZE CAN TURN YOU TO STONE! AND THE GODS GAVE ME THE POWER TO DO THE SAME WHEN THEY SAW THE DEED WAS DONE!"
He was breathing a might heavily now. This yelling was proving to be more difficult than putting the bodies of his family back together after he accidently cut them to pieces.
"I WOULD LIKE TO MEET SUCH A SNAKE-HAIRED SERPENT WOMAN," Beowulf decided wistfully.
A pause.
"SO THAT I TOO COULD SLAY HER AND THE GODS WOULD ALSO GRANT ME THE POWER TO TURN PEOPLE TO STONE." Right! That was totally the only reason he'd want anything to do with a snake-haired serpent woman! Absolutely the only reason!
Kratos raised an eyebrow at Beowulf, and decided there was something decidedly... off about what seemed to interest him the most about this particular boast. For some reason he had a feel something other than Medusa's gaze might be turning Beowulf to stone.
To cover up his discomfort, he yelled at the man again, "THE GODS HAVE GIVEN ME MANY SUCH POWERS! HAD WE A BIGGER PLACE TO DEMONSTRATE IN I'D BE ABLE TO SHOW YOU OTHERS AS WELL!!"
VOTE: GRYFFINDOR!iam_beowulfMarch 9 2008, 15:43:14 UTC
"YOUR GODS MUST BE POWERFUL. FAR STRONGER THAN THE PUNY CHRIST WHO SEEKS TO MAKE SISSIES OF THE SPEAR-DANES," Beowulf bellowed. His idea of religious tolerance would be to throw a bunch of gods into a cagematch and see who came out standing.
"A DEMONSTRATION OF YOUR POWERS WOULD SURELY BE A SIGHT. ALL WHO COME TO HOGWARTS ARE CONFINED IN THIS SMALL ROOM UNTIL THEY SPEAK WITH A MYSTICAL HAT. I SAY YOU SHOULD LIVE IN THE HOUSE OF GRYFFINDOR, THE HOUSE OF HEROES AND CHAMPIONS. THEN WHEN YOU HAVE FREEDOM OF THE GROUNDS, THERE SHOULD BE A GRAND DEMONSTRATION OF HEROIC MIGHT!"
It was quite a mouthful for the Geatish hero. He never seemed to tire of yelling.
Re: VOTE: GRYFFINDOR!chaos_bladesMarch 9 2008, 18:24:35 UTC
Kratos thought that this much be a strange place indeed to have all these strange people, and a hero like Beowulf, under the thumb of a mystical hat.
"SUCH A HOUSE SOUND LIKE A FITTING PLACE--" he began, before doubling over for a moment coughing. He continued at a reasonable volume. "for one such as I." Beowulf truly had a powerful command over his vocal cords.
Re: VOTE: GRYFFINDOR!iam_beowulfMarch 9 2008, 18:42:45 UTC
Concerned over his newfound friend's coughing fit, Beowulf bellowed for a house elf. "ELF! BRING TO THE HERO KRATOS A HORN OF MEAD!"
The house elves had by and large given up on Beowulf, as his interaction with them largely consisted of growling. However, their imperative to serve countered their wariness of the shouty Geat. A small wizened green figure hurried up with what was, sadly, not a drinking horn, only a standard tankard of the sort one might use for ale. The contents were mead, at least.
Beowulf accepted the tankard and held it out to Kratos. "THE MEAD FLOWS FREELY IN THIS HALL, FRIEND KRATOS."
Re: VOTE: GRYFFINDOR!chaos_bladesMarch 9 2008, 19:07:39 UTC
Kratos gratefully accepted the tankard as he studied the small creature who had brought it forth curiously. There was a great number of new things here. He hoped some of them were worth fighting.
He nodded his thanks to Beowulf and then drank deeply, only to wince at the surprising sweetness. "Im surprised a great warrior such as yourself would drink something that tastes as if a little umbrella should come with it!"
This he had to learn more about. Time for shop talk!
"I AM BEOWULF," he greeted his fellow hero. "YOU HAVE SLAIN MONSTERS, EH?"
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"I have indeed slain monsters!!" He roared back at the man, unleashing his chaos blades in a purely demonstrative fashion. They whipped and blazed about the room for a few moments before returning to his hands.
He wasn't quite sure why the man was yelling that loud.
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"I TOO AM A SLAYER OF MONSTERS. SWAMP MONSTERS AND BEASTS OF THE SEA ARE MY MOST FREQUENT FOES."
Yes, this was Beowulf's conversational tone. It was what a librarian might have called an 'inside voice', as far as Beowulf was concerned.
"I HAVE WIELDED THE BLADE HRUNTING, YET NEVER HAVE I SEEN BLADES LIKE UNTO YOURS!" That was Beowulf-ese for those are sweet.
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He wasn't sure how long he could hold that tone, but he wasn't about to be outdone if he could avoid it, in volume or accomplishments.
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Okay, technically Beowulf had also gone somewhere Hrothgar had gone before, in the monster department.
"POETS HAVE MADE SONGS OF ME. ARE THERE SONGS OF YOU?"
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It was indeed good to have a fellow warrior who understood his accomplishments in a way that Kratos only thought he himself could. Most people in Greece just fled in terror when they saw the ghost of Sparta walk their way. Granted that could be because he often used them as cannon fodder for the great monsters he had slain. Still commoners should know their place. What else should they expect if they got in the way?
"I HAVE ALSO SLAIN A SNAKE-HAIRED SERPENT WOMAN WHOSE VERY GAZE CAN TURN YOU TO STONE! AND THE GODS GAVE ME THE POWER TO DO THE SAME WHEN THEY SAW THE DEED WAS DONE!"
He was breathing a might heavily now. This yelling was proving to be more difficult than putting the bodies of his family back together after he accidently cut them to pieces.
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A pause.
"SO THAT I TOO COULD SLAY HER AND THE GODS WOULD ALSO GRANT ME THE POWER TO TURN PEOPLE TO STONE." Right! That was totally the only reason he'd want anything to do with a snake-haired serpent woman! Absolutely the only reason!
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To cover up his discomfort, he yelled at the man again, "THE GODS HAVE GIVEN ME MANY SUCH POWERS! HAD WE A BIGGER PLACE TO DEMONSTRATE IN I'D BE ABLE TO SHOW YOU OTHERS AS WELL!!"
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"A DEMONSTRATION OF YOUR POWERS WOULD SURELY BE A SIGHT. ALL WHO COME TO HOGWARTS ARE CONFINED IN THIS SMALL ROOM UNTIL THEY SPEAK WITH A MYSTICAL HAT. I SAY YOU SHOULD LIVE IN THE HOUSE OF GRYFFINDOR, THE HOUSE OF HEROES AND CHAMPIONS. THEN WHEN YOU HAVE FREEDOM OF THE GROUNDS, THERE SHOULD BE A GRAND DEMONSTRATION OF HEROIC MIGHT!"
It was quite a mouthful for the Geatish hero. He never seemed to tire of yelling.
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"SUCH A HOUSE SOUND LIKE A FITTING PLACE--" he began, before doubling over for a moment coughing. He continued at a reasonable volume. "for one such as I." Beowulf truly had a powerful command over his vocal cords.
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The house elves had by and large given up on Beowulf, as his interaction with them largely consisted of growling. However, their imperative to serve countered their wariness of the shouty Geat. A small wizened green figure hurried up with what was, sadly, not a drinking horn, only a standard tankard of the sort one might use for ale. The contents were mead, at least.
Beowulf accepted the tankard and held it out to Kratos. "THE MEAD FLOWS FREELY IN THIS HALL, FRIEND KRATOS."
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He nodded his thanks to Beowulf and then drank deeply, only to wince at the surprising sweetness. "Im surprised a great warrior such as yourself would drink something that tastes as if a little umbrella should come with it!"
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"WHAT IS AN UMBRELLA? IS THIS SOME MANNER OF MONSTER THE LIKE OF WHICH I HAVE NEVER BEFORE SEEN?"
It sounded like it could be a monster! (Then again, what didn't?)
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