diatu | Storm

Who: Hendrik & YOU during a storm
What: Hail happens.
Where: Starts outside of the library
When: First couple of days
Warnings: None expected but will change if it does

All he wanted to do was relax. It had been a long day to bear up under the rote of classwork again and Hendrik was just tired. So he recalled having tea one night long ago and wanted to see if somehow someway that tea still existed. The knight closed his book with a sigh and decided to get up because tea just wasn't going to magically appear though that would be an interesting spell to create or learn. It would come in handy too, just to have food show up, so maybe that was something that he would work on another day.

Standing up to his full six foot seven frame, Hendrik collected his books and put them securely in his small leather knapsack. He no sooner opened the heavy oak wood door when he thought he saw small pellets of white coming down. Undeterred, he shouldered the sack and went to the edge of the cover with his brown leather glove outstretched. He then scowled as he began being pelted with the white things, which bounced harmlessly off of him at first.

"I do not recall seeing weather such as this the last time I was here."

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Eleven laughed. "What do you mean? We came into a blizzard, here."

He stared out at the hail, reminded of ice magic, then started with a blink, slowly frowning.

"Ah, but you arrived some time later than I did, so you probably don't recall." He shook his head. "There's still a lot to remember, it seems like."

Hendrik looked over at Eleven with a frown and lowered his hand. "I do not recall such event upon arrival." What he did remember was that the boy had literally run from him and that had hurt the knight until they had met up and talked about what had happened. That had been pretty crazy and just like back then, the pair recalled two different events upon arrival.

He then tried to smile for the other's sake. "The geese are still as ill tempered as ever. So some things have not changed here one bit it would seem."

Eleven smiled, nodding.

"And this place is still unpredictable. It could be that this weather lets up in only a few minutes, or lasts an entire week."

His teeth pulled at the edge of his lip for a moment. "..Do you remember any of the spells you knew, before?"

The knight nodded. "While that is true, I cannot recall what I learned before. However, I do recall certain people and certain events such as the ill tempered geese and their magical ability. My house has remained the same as well it appears."

He turned to the Luminary. "And what have you recalled? Do you recall your spells?"

Eleven hummed short agreement- a noise that halted abruptly.

"Ah.." His brows furrowed. "Not as such, yet. My memories are vague still, but I'm hoping to relearn what I'd known before."

"I wonder if those memories require time to return, if they are to return to us at all." But then he looked at the Luminary. "And what of your House? Has that remained the same as well?"

"Holy crap are you tall!"

Those rasping, gravel and sandpaper tones, came from a demon that was over a foot shorter, that stood gaping at the other man.

While libraries weren't Beetlejuice's idea of a good time, it was a better option than getting pelted by sky ice.

Hendrik blinked at the unfamiliar voice and looked down at the man who had spoken. Being tall for him was pretty normal, even though he knew he pretty much was the tallest one among his friends and companions back home. The only one almost as tall as him was His Majesty King Carnelian.

So he nodded to acknowledge the other for a moment. "It is not something that I normally notice." And then he got a good look at the man, not recognizing him from before, but then again he wasn't one to pay attention since his charge got most of that.

"However, there are many advantages to not being my height." Things such as..not being targeted in battle so much.

Beetlejuice floated up a little, putting some air between his heels and the ground. His new conversation partner probably didn't want a dead guy in his personal bubble, but, that's what he now had. The demon hummed cheerfully poking the man's arm for a second before putting his hands in his pockets.

"I dunno, I imagine you'd have great stage presence. No one is going to ignore you---aahhh, unless you're one of those fighter types, ohhhh, yeah, now I get it. Yeah. Had to do some guides for big fellas before." Beetlejuice paused his rambling and nodded sagely.

The knight looked at the other, wondering how he was floating, because that was definitely a new experience. And then the next thing he knew he was being poked. Not many people did that either. Normally people just dealt with him and kept their hands off of him. Except this man decided to be different on both counts.

"Stage presence?" Hendrik asked. Surely this man didn't mean what he said. But one face did come to mind who would be thrilled with such an assessment. However, it definitely wasn't this knight with a resting disapproving face.

"What sort of guides are you referring to?" This one wasn't making any sense to Hendrik at all, but he was trying.

"Right, you'd command attention on stage. Have you considered show-biz?"

Beetlejuice tilted his head at such an angle it looked painful. He didn't seem to be bothered, though, merely curious about the question.

"Guiding new stiffs to the Netherworld. Draw a door, knock, all that stuff. Not my job anymore, not these days, but, I used to have to do it all the time."

The knight shook his head. "No." But Sylvando and Jasper sure came to his mind. Both could command crowds and leave people in awe. He did recall hearing tales about Jasper trying to put on a show when he tried to capture the Luminary and his companions in Gondolia.

"New stiffs?" Hendrik asked, unfamiliar with the term as he shook his head. Somehow he now felt like he was talking to Jasper who was a master at wording and phrasing.

"The recently deceased. Newly deads. Baby ghosts." He paused, tilting his head again. "Not...literal ghost babies. New ghosties."

Blue eyes blinked as the tall knight attempted to make sense of what this man was saying. "So you are a guide for those that have passed on." Well that would sort of be helpful for those that hadn't found their way back to the World Tree back on Erdrea. Princess Jade had told him of that sort of ceremony that Lord Robert and the Luminary had performed for those that had passed away that terrible fateful night in the Kingdom of Dundrasil.

On the other hand, did one even sign up for a job like that?

"So the dead are in need of such..guidance?"

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