EVENT ✨ Nightmare on Elph Street

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The ritual-wiping ritual wasn't the best news for Avalon and magic has been wacky for everyone since it was performed. However, if there was a time for it to happen, it happening before the Spring Equinox was just about the best time it could happen. The Spring Equinox, after all, is a time of renewal and rebirth. It's what you'd call a silver lining. As long as enough people participate in the Spring Equinox rituals, it should be fine... right?

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This part of the event takes place on March 20th.

Though there is no Spring Masquerade this year as there had bene the last, there is a much smaller token of appreciation from the castle of Camelot to all of those who live within its borders: a gift basket with a salad of edible flowers, eggs, breakfast sausages, and a small bottle of champagne (or sparkling seltzer for those underage) and a bottle of orange juice to make mimosas with. Those of the vegetarian through vegan persuasions will receive vegan white chocolate eggs filled with coconut cream frosting and a mango puree 'yolk' and Avalon's best plant-based sausages. It's not quite a feast, but no one should go hungry on this day of celebration! Brownies will help to deliver these overnight, so you'll find them on your doorstep in the morning with a special spell to keep everything fresh through most of the early afternoon. Since there is no party this time, everyone will have the chance to see Avalon's plants begin to overgrow at a rapid pace within the city.
Those who saw it last year or locals who are normally residents of Avalon will tell you not to fear, this happens every spring. The plants grow around and not through structures, the buildings still safe and sound beneath large vines and leaves and pools and flowers. Most notably, huge beds of vines, open seed pools, and giantic flowers large enough to take a bath in have started cropping up around town, and they all seem to be filled with a vibrant, glowing liquid of some kind.  Each of these floral wonders, locals will tell you, is called a vernal soul pool. Upon entering one, you'll enter a lucid sleep state that connects you to everyone else in Avalon and the island itself. Doing so will cause your magic to be amplified and grow and stabilize, but also allow you to be cleansed and refreshed as a person. How much detail the person you're talking to gives is up to you (in case your characters would back off of it if they had the following details but you still want to experience it). Once someone enters, they will immediately feel as if they are at home and the pod will close over them gently, leaving them in a pool of that mysterious glowing substance-- vines grow further to encase, the pool closes, flowers close into buds instead of open blossoms.  Under normal circumstances, the pools would remain closed and in this state until the witching hour and slowly and gently awaken those within. However, even the magics of the spring aren't stable right now, and what ends up happening is the pools suddenly spill open before anyone's dream sharing can truly get underway, dumping their passengers out onto the ground into a state of jarring awakeness. With them, they will find they are unable to access their Avalon magics but instead have one of the following: Unstable, uncontrolled access to their canon powers. They may start shooting off random magic, they may be unable to shut down a normally passive ability gone into overdrive, or when they try to use their abilities, it goes outright wrong-- "Accio Excalibur" in an attempt to save the multiverse might result in all figurines of Excaliburs within 10 miles to come hurdling toward you, for example. Access to the beginner, untrained level of canon powers of someone whose shared consciousness you entered. Even if you don't have canon powers of your own, you will be able to access someone else's with this option.   This part of the event takes place late night on March 20th through slightly past midnight on March 21st.
	The fairy queen's envoy, Princess Bluebell, sends out a panicked emergency message (complete with the obnoxious alarm that sets off phones even on silent) after a couple of hours of this, and casts a mirror-travel spell to Nicnevin so that any may quickly arrive just outside of its borders, next to the river. The message states that the dream world and reality have melted together due to the majority of magic being funneled into the time freeze spell or the equinox ritual, which uses Queen Mab as a vessel through which the vernal soul pools channel everyone's magic. The Spring Equinox renewal did NOT go as planned, needless to say. Otherworlders must head to Mab's Cavern to locate Queen Mab and absorb some of her energy by touching her to stabilize their magics and drain the spring equinox's out of her before even bigger disaster strikes!
Mab's Cavern is typically a place forbidden to enter under normal circumstances. It is the world of dreams and nightmares takes from our subconscious what we most desire and what we most fear and our memories and turns them into reality. This is what your character will have to face without their Avalonian magic and the above either unstable or beginner-level powers. Mab normally goes into a slumber and connects herself to the whole of Avalon during the Spring Equinox to allow the vernal soul pools to utilize her magic, so she cannot let everyone in or help anyone navigate her realm. Mab's Cavern looks like a normal mountain from the outside, covered from head to toe in pink cherry and plum blossoms trees, shrouded in a fog that's pink itself from reflecting the petals. The entrance to the inside of the cavern is an ancient door, carved from white marble and enchanted to be impassible without an offering and engraved says: "Offer me your most secret dream and enter this forbidden realm. Dream with me for eternity." The offering, in this case, is simple: speak your most secret dream out loud for the door. The open door will allow one person to pass through per offering, and leads into a hall entirely coated in flowers of a variety of colors. These flowers speak, and will ask you how you are, warn you to turn back, tell you and whoever you're walking with that you make a cute couple, sing the national anthem of their people, whatever. They seem to get more and more chatterbox-y as you head inward and the lights grow dimmer until there is no light left. Even if you light one, it seems as if you are in a black space where nothing exists but you and whoever you walk with (if anyone), and voices.

This portion of the event contains a FOURTH WALL EVENT element and takes place on March 21st.
 

That is, until you hear a new voice and the chatterbox flowers hush. Anyone from any canon can appear and team up with you within Mab's Cavern as this is a fourth wall event. Guest characters will have access to their canon abilities, but cannot leave Mab's Cavern or affect the environment outside of it. Your new party member can accompany you through Mab's Cavern, which takes the form of a location from in-game characters' memories. Within it, their darkest fear will turn into a physical enemy and attempt to hunt them down. (How you interpret this is up to you as a player-- please create your own monsters based on your character's fears, even if they are more conceptual than physical.) Within it, their deepest desires may find fulfillment (we leave this to player
interpretation again, but be sure to ask permission if it involves another character who is in the game or a part of the fourth wall) and their new party member may need to convince them to leave instead of staying in the dream world forever. Characters who are able to get past both desires and fears will find themselves able to see a door that wasn't within their memory before. Upon going through it, they will be able to find Queen Mab, asleep in the center of what appears to be a glowing, underwater pond with stones that raise above the surface that lead to her bed some hundred feet in. Beneath the surface, more of the talking flowers start to cry about their woes-- unveiling that they failed against their fears and desires, and those who do will find themselves turned into flowers within Queen Mab's cavern, only able to escape if they are able to touch another living person!  If you've trusted the flowers, you'll find yourself in trouble. These are actually souls who crossed Queen Mab and attempted to steal their desires away from her cavern and bring them into reality. Their curse? They can escape if they trade another soul for theirs. Now would be a good time for a partner to help pull you out because as soon as you touch one of the flowers, they will turn into vines and attempt to wrap around you to pull you under the water and drown you! The "water" itself is the same liquid used within the vernal soul pools, so you'll find your life literally flashing before your eyes as this happens, making it very difficult to escape without someone else's help. If you die in the water, the flowers who did it will transform back into their original selves and flee, and you will be transformed into a talking flower yourself. If you make it to Queen Mab, you'll need to place a hand on her and all dreams and reality will sort themselves out within you-- that is, your broken powers will disappear and your Avalonian magics will return. As you head out again, the guest character brought in to help you will begin to fade away slowly enough that you can say your goodbye before they are gone. There is no way to stop this. All memories of fourth wall visitors will be retained as part of game canon. After enough people have come to take Mab's powers enough to deplete the effects of the Vernal Pools, the Fairy Queen herself will come to Mab and run a strange-looking dagger through her heart. All of the Spring Equinox magic that was being filtered through her will be released into the land and stabilize magic for everyone, and a flower will blossom out of Mab's heart around the dagger. Within the center of the bud glows a small child version of Mab, and anyone still in the cavern will find themself just wandering around in a dark cave. The Fairy Queen glows in the dark and will lead them out with little magic glow bubbles that try to make them follow if they get separated from her vicinity, but is still not speaking to anyone. She will also transport anyone who has been turned into a talking flower out of the cave via some kind of levitation spell and give them to someone they know-- whether they know them in a positive or negative light is up to you, she can only register connection on sight with magic, not emotion. A little research will reveal the following solutions to restoring your character: Siphoners and countercurse potions can remove the curse to get them back to 100% normal. Animal mages can transform them back into their original species (but they will still smell like flowers for the rest of their life). Green mages can use their magic to cultivate them into flower people-- who look like themselves, but now require sunlight and water to survive instead of food and occasionally sprout a flower or two in their hair.

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Beowulf | fgo

[beewulf]

I – Grendel

[People were laughing and drinking and singing. A few were wrestling, others were spitting insults at one another in rhythmic rhyme or telling stories. It was all loud and boisterous and smelled wonderfully of freshly cooked meats, vegetables, and alcohol. The light was low but still well lit from the candles and fires around the hall. It was massive, rivaling that of Camelot's castle, with ornate decorations on full display. Treasures gleamed proudly next to a throne where an elderly man sat. A circlet on his head, drink in hand and laugh on his lips. The chanting of "Hrotgar, Hrothgar, Hail Hrothgar!" Echoed among the laughter and singing. While off to the side was Beowulf, he wasn’t drinking and only ate a little.]

You, over there!

[He points towards you, grinning as he leaned back in his seat. A large hand beckoning you closer towards him.]

Come here, you’re about to see something interesting that doesn’t involve you.

[He knows this is a dream, and seems to recognize what sort of dream this is.]

II – Dragon (alternative dream)

[The heat is oppressive, even in the open air. Waves of heat and smoke rose from the burnt and glassed over ground. The sky was completely covered in clouds of smoke, the ground around was littered with melted gold and rock. A frail, old man stood by himself, a large shield in hand that he looked like he could barely hold, and an equally large sword in his other hand, glowing bright and looking like it might break at any point. He was bent over with a noticeable hunch. Off in the distance a person can see other men running away in terror, leaving the lone, old man standing by himself.

He was breathing hard and heavy, his hair was thin and gray, on closer inspection he was missing most of his teeth. The usual, dark skin was far paler than before with faded tattoos and scars on his arm. A long, grey beard hung loosely and tangled from his chin. For those that have met him before, or seen him before, would recognize the elderly man as Beowulf.

Even hunched over as he was. The air around him sweltered in the heat, he looked tired, worn down and like he could barely walk without aid.

Before you two stood a large, winged figure. The scales were crimson, flames occasionally licked out from the sides of her mouth as she stared down at both you and the man. It's size was... immense to put it lightly. The dragon’s whole body radiated with rage, heat, and a murderous blood-lust that would set even the most stout of heart fleeing like the rest of his most loyal men.]

You… stand closer… she’s going to rain us with her fire. [His voice was low, worn like the rest of him, but still commanding and endearing. Even if it’s lost much of its energy and luster.]



III – Invading dreams

[Congrats, whatever is going on with you, there is now a very large and intimidating man standing next to you. He’s armed with a wicked looking sword and looking around rather bored.

Whether or not it’s fighting, or something else, Beowulf being Beowulf was more than happy to help. Even though he himself doesn’t look too particularly happy about any of it.]

[WILDCARD]

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[fujimaru]

[ This is... familiar.

Ritsuka can't tell yet if it's a dream she's seen before--there's a certain point where shared bonds and memories all begin to blur together, with the number of Servants she has--or if it's just that she recognizes the "feel" of it, but... she's not as surprised as she could be.

She's less surprised when she hears Beowulf's voice. Ah, so this is one of his. Never mind that they don't have this kind of connection in this Camelot; she still knows him, and when he calls her, she trots over to him immediately. ]

What is this place?

[beewulf]

[Time for a rank up quest.

But yeah, when she comes over he pulls out a chair for her to sit and slides the sweetrolls and some juice her way. It might be a dream, but hey, things smell and look good!]

This is Heorot, the mead hall of King Hrothgar. I am impressed with the amount of detail given to it.

[Beowulf does take a moment to look around again. The walls and ceiling were built high and proud. Made out of wood and stone. Ornate decorations and pictures were carved into the wood. While the bones of past hunting trophies hung here and there alongside different banners on the walls. The tables themselves were equally large and filled with food, drinks, and men and women.

Out of all the possible dreams he chose to give, of course this had to be one of them. And of course, his Master had to pop up during it too.] Rather big and boisterous, isn't it? Hrothgar over there.

[He gestures to the man with circlet on his head.] He built it after winning a war and being crowned as the King of the Danes. Ah- but that is a story for another time.

[fujimaru]

[ She perches on the chair, closer to him than the rest of the hall, reaching for the rolls first. And as he talks, she looks around, wide-eyed and curious; Ritsuka hasn't not noticed his alert tension, but she isn't worried. This is a dream, right? If it is, then surely dream logic can apply. Maybe if a fight happens, she can actually provide support the way she's used to. ]

I'm guessing he's a friend of yours? Or, uh... I guess friendly enough? If you're dreaming of his old hall.

[ Honestly, it kind of reminds her of the old Chaldea mess hall, during peak lunch hours. There might not have been piles of food available on the table for feasting, but the boisterous crowd, the camaraderie that is obvious in spite of any underlying concerns... ]

--It seems like a nice place.

[beewulf]

In a sense. He was the one that gave my father shelter after he ran from his lord. Go on, don't hesitate to enjoy anything you want. It's a dream so at least you won't actually gain anything.

[He leans back and stretches himself out. Being able to eat delicious food without worrying about your waistline? Sounds like heaven!]

But yes, it was. A bit funny how somewhere created out of pride can still be a symbol of life. Everything you see has been given freely as a gift. From those present to the king, and from the king everyone present is also bestowed gifts, food, and drink. [He hummed a little and took a drink of cider.]

It reminds you of something, doesn't it?

[fujimaru]

Don't remind me. I've still been doing morning jogs every day since I got here...

[ Mostly she's just distracted by the celebration, rather than being uncertain about the food. But he's right, and Ritsuka has never been one to turn down free food. Especially magic dream food where the calories really don't count.

She nods along to his explanation, thoughtful as she looks around again. ]

But it does, yeah. Even if I don't know any of these people, it's kind of... nostalgic? It hasn't even been that long, but...

[beewulf]

Working your heart can lead to a healthier body than working any other muscle in your body... besides your brain.

[He grinned and pushed a bit more food her way. Go on and stuff your face full, master until you look like a hamster, Master~! It would give him something to laugh about before he goes on to face down a formless horror.]

Mm, missing home is fine. So is admitting to it and seeing it in other things. [Another sip.] Most of everyone here will not be bound for the Throne, but if you look closely you might see other things about them that might remind you of friends and family you've seen before.

[fujimaru]

Maybe...

[ She's eating, she's eating! Slowly, kind of thoughtful, almost birdlike in the motions, but she's definitely putting that food away. It definitely doesn't count if it's a dream. ]

...but if I'm honest... I think that the people I'd really like to see here wouldn't show up.

[ In a dream, would her mind conjure up the adult Da Vinci, as she'd known her? Or the younger version, trying so hard to fill her own shoes? Or even Roman?

But of course neither of them would be here. This is his dream, not hers; these are the people he knew, even if they might have things she recognizes. ]

[beewulf]

Hm... they might, I'm uncertain how these dreamscapes work beyond working off of whatever you told the door.

[Would they even be safe as things are here? They should be, it is still a dream after all. He takes a drink.] Well- that and whatever form the coming, unwanted guest might take.

[In fact, could the dream Grendel actually play off of the hearts of others who entered the dream with him?] Who would you like to show up?

[fujimaru]

Who...?

[ She didn't really tell the door anything special, she thinks. She just wants to be able to stay with the people she likes for longer than just the duration of their mission. That's not so unique, right? "I want to see my friends happy, and be happy with them."

But she's more thoughtful about his question now, then shakes her head slowly. ]

I don't know. ...My mom, maybe? My grandma? Someone that I haven't seen in a long time.

[beewulf]

Grendel.

[Said super simply, ya know. That one formless horror that enjoyed taking on the forms of people and creatures it thinks would torment you. The one that can replicate them almost perfectly.

That Grendel.]

Then he might take on their appearance. Something to tempt you when you least expect it, or something that would weaken you.

[fujimaru]

Grendel--

[ Oh. Well then.

It's not unfair to say that Ritsuka is... not the best student; she'd been the person who'd coasted mostly on doing very well on tests, not by paying attention to her studies. But even she knows about Grendel, at this point.

Without thinking about it, she scoots her chair a little closer to Beowulf, looking around. ]

So... basically, be careful, right?

[beewulf]

Grendel--

[Another sip, there's a bit more, barely noticeable tension in the air now. It was low, but it was there. A few whispers here, nervous shuffling there, they were having fun and enjoying life. But they were very much spooked over something.]

Yes, be careful. He won't arrive until things die down. Grendel prefers to wait until all have started to stumble around drunkenly and passed out.

[If she did his whole interlude, she'll probably remember how Grendel always preferred more of a sneaky approach to things.]

He could deal with all present here, a creature that cannot be harmed by weapons. One whose death could only be handled by fate itself, and a bit of luck. [He hummed a little in thought, looking rather excited at each syllable. But, well he goes ahead and pats her head as she scoots closer.]

Ah- but don't worry too much. This is his last night.

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[reloves]

[ The situation isn't too new to Minako. Maybe a little bit, since usually she isn't fighting dragons, but she's used to oppressive conditions like this. The heat, the danger, the entire atmosphere - it's those parts of this situation that are entirely familiar to Minako.

But then there's the man. A man so recognizable as Beowulf, and yet so different at the same time. The girl isn't too sure how she feels about seeing the man like this, so old, and yet standing here. ]

What do you mean..?

[ Minako says as she quickly steps closer, trying to keep on eye on Beowulf and the other on the dragon itself. ]

Why.. are you fighting her?

[beewulf]

[Instead of answering he holds her close and covers their bodies with that big ass shield of his as dragon fire pours down over them. The flames ate away at the oxygen around them as the heat scorched the ground and threatens to blow them away.

The shield holds though, and in a few moments that would likely feel like an eternity, it was over and left him wheezing and coughing.]

Because it has to be me.

[Even if he was going to let the now distant figures of the people he brought with him join in... well they obviously weren't going to stick around anyway.]

We have to go for its heart.

[reloves]

Hold on..!

[ Not just because they just survived a literal flamethrower in their face thanks to the shield, but also because of what Beowulf is saying here. None of it makes sense to her. Fighting a dragon, sure, but-- ]

Why did you suddenly go from me to we? [ Not that Minako is protesting helping Beowulf out. She'll try to do her best. It's not like she wants him to do it by himself.

But that still doesn't explain why he's saying that he has to be the one to do it. ]

I'm not sure if you've looked into a mirror, but you're old!

[ He's even wheezing like that after blocking those flames. Totally normal for any ordinary person.. but usually Beowulf isn't exactly an ordinary person, now is he? ]

[beewulf]

Afraid you're caught up in it now ...All my men either shattered or ran away, leaving myself and you.

[But at least it's all a dream!? He regains his breath and slowly tries to stand. Shaking the whole time and kind of failing a little in the standing department. Because... old.]

To tell you the truth, I'm not certain if I want to or if I can. [The fact that he feels like he did during this point in time doesn't help either. The destructive fire in him has long since burned out by this point in time. Worn down by age and time. He wasn't a towering mass; but an elder nearing their end.

He was still here though. "The passion of my youth has long since left me and all that is left is a wish for peace", or so he thought. Deja vu started to hit him slowly.]

...Ah, I see. ["The fighting spirit that I thought had vanished begins to burn once more."] This is where I died, and it is a fitting hell for me to die in.

[He frowns at her, then the dragon as it began to move towards them, slowly like a cat playing with its food. And attempts to stand again.]

[reloves]

[ Under different circumstances, Minako might have quipped a little more. There's so many openings here, after all - if not just the major one of the implications of him asking her to fight in the battle he literally died in.

But Minako doesn't. This situation is just a little too serious to get all dramatic in, even though she still feels like she doesn't have half of a clue what's going on here.

After all, there's a huge dragon in front of them.

It kind of takes precedence. ]

Do you want me to blast it?

[ Because she totally can, you know. And she figures that Beowulf is going for that, but just in case it might mess something up here big time, Minako makes sure to ask first.

It does sound like a very serious question on her end. ]

[beewulf]

[For a moment he looks at her as his thoughts continued before they rose to his lips.]

...After getting old, the passion that I had when I defeated Grendel is gone. However, there was peace behind me. A countless number of people enjoyed modest happiness, and are even now doing their best to live a life without despair.

[He works up a toothless smile for her and a pat on the head as he holds himself back up finally. The grip on his large sword tightened more firmly. Beowulf didn't think she'd get what he was talking about right now. And that was fine, it was just a rambling of an old man.]

Mm, you are in the role of Wiglaf. Its scales are tough... be sure to aim for its underside towards the chest. I'll serve as a distraction. [Go ahead and blast it was what he was saying as the beast drew closer. The venom on its breath coming out in a nauseating stench and steam.]

Once in a while, I should act like a king.

[His smile grew to its usual, thuggish grin. Before he moved off towards the side, drawing the dragon's attention away from Minako with shouts and jeers. Shield dropping as he lunged towards it, sword swinging down with all its might to act as the distraction.]

[reloves]

[ Indeed, Minako truly doesn't understand half of what the old man is talking about here. But on the other hand, as she's staring him in the eyes, she feels like it seems like he doesn't mind the fact that she doesn't understand.

Maybe he just wanted these things to be said, regardless of who might hear or understand them.

So rather than trying to respond to any of the stuff she doesn't get, Minako just nods to his suggestion about where to hit the dragon.

And before she can say anything else.. well, he's already gone.

So Minako does the only thing she knows how to do. She raises her hand into the air, and in a flash of shining light, her usual outfit shifts to a different one. A moment later she raises her hand, calling out: ]

Venus.. Love and Beauty Shock..!

[ Light gathers in her hands, and as she thrusts said hand forward, aiming for the lower chest of the dragon, something goes wrong. Sure, Minako got her usual powers back, but she didn't quite expect them to be as much out of control as they are.

So rather than a concentrated light attack.. There's a huge blast of light being fired out of her hands, large enough to engulf the dragon whole. Realising Beowulf is in the line of fire with his distracting, she gasps and quickly, almost desperately calls out: ]

W-Watch out..!

[beewulf]

[No way- Minako is actually... the famous Sailor V!?

It's actually kind of too bad Beowulf knows next to nothing about the Sailor Scouts. Oh- but they're in a fight right now huh?

The dragon roars in pain and rage as the blast hits it dead on! Beowulf acted largely without thinking, moving his body out of the way of the blast and swinging with that massive club he calls a sword with all his might!

Only for it to break in a brilliant explosion of pure energy, mixing with Minako's attack. The softer scales of her underside giving way and leaving a nasty, glowing crimson wound on her chest. Sending the creature reeling and roaring in outrage. How dare these humans cause her pain!? Beowulf's own, worn body also was blasted prone, leaving him coughing and breathing heavily from the combined force.

With a snarl the dragon's jaws turned towards him first. Snapping down at once on one of his shoulders. Causing the old man to cry out and pain as she shakes him like a rag doll and tosses him off to the side in a heap!

Before turning her attention towards Minako, spitting puffs of flame her way. Not the overwhelming wave of hellfire like earlier, but still hot enough to scorch.]

[reloves]

[ The way the creature is flinging around Beowulf does not look good. Even if he's a tough guy, he's still somehow old here, and Minako can't imagine many old people who would be okay after having someone like that happen to them.

(Or maybe regular-aged people, honestly. That dragon wasn't going easy..!)

But even though she usually would have ran over towards him to make sure he's okay, there's no option to do that right now. She can tell that the dragon has got its eyes on her now, and that means she first has to take care of it before she can make sure to see if Beowulf is okay.

So she keeps her eyes on the creature, and this time a sword made out of light forms into her hands. ]

Venus Wink Chain.. Sword..!

[ And despite the oppressive heat, it's like Minako's attack is pushing the flames back, though it seems to be taking effort on her part. The sword seems to grow greater and greater in size, until it's almost a sword and shield in one object--

And then it flies off, drilling itself deep into the glowing wound on the dragon's chest. ]

[beewulf]

[You go Minako!

The sword press on into its wounded chest and strikes her heart! The dragon roars in pain and defiance. A jet of flame erupts from its chest and maw in one last, destructive act. Before she finally falls down; smoke steaming out from her nose and mouth.

Beowulf, in the mean time, was currently standing back up on shaky legs. He doesn't look so good. But that tends to happen when you've got a huge, open wound on the side of your neck and shoulder.]

Good... job....

[reloves]

[ That does tend to happen, huh.

And that wound is the entire reason why Minako doesn't even bother to bask in victory - or any of the sort. She doesn't even look at the dragon as soon as she's sure that it's going down. Instead she's turning her entire attention towards the man who is slowly standing again, her facial expression filled with concern that Minako doesn't bother to wide. ]

H-Hey! You shouldn't be standing right now..!

[ Even though it's probably too late, huh. Beowulf is already so old here, and now with this wound on top of it.. ]

This is why you should've left this entire thing up to me in the first place..! [ So he wouldn't have been here. So he wouldn't have gotten hurt like this.

It'd be easy to mistake Minako's tone for anger, but.. really, it's just a desperate worry. ]

[beewulf]

[Natural biology is rather fickle like that.

Also, excuse you! He's old, but he's not dead... yet! Okay so he'll be dead here in a little bit. But this is a dream so it was all good right!?

Right?

That bite was already festering and kind of bubbling and not smelling very good. Gross.]

Like I said, sometimes I should act like a king. And what sort of king would I be if I left my people's defiler to someone else?

[He was still standing here, and kind of stumbling. Everything was feeling super dizzy right now. Also his body hurt all over, but never mind that. He'll just go ahead and fall down on his old man butt.

That's not much better.]

...Hey, there's some treasure hiding in its burrow over there. [He points towards the mound that now had a giant hole in it where the dragon burst out of.] Can you bring me some of it? I'd like to see it again.