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 One's Crazy and One's Soren. [CLOSED], You w0t.
Soren
 Posted: Nov 21 2013, 10:48 PM
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Now, most times that Soren wasn't needed by Leo, or when Leo did stuff that was all above Soren's head, he had some unwelcome free time. This moment was in the midst of one of those things. Leo was off doing something very, very important that Soren didn't even try to understand. Making alliances, creating bounded fields, and all the other complex things he did. Soren wasn't exactly helpful at those times, and often found it best to sometimes simply leave him to his work, so he didn't screw anything up or make Leo feel obligated to pay attention to him.

So here he was, just kind of wandering around the Castle. That's all he ever really did in his free time. Mostly because it was all there really was to do: There wasn't much in the way of entertainment, and it's not like he was going to practice a craft he despised. Besides, walking around the castle and mentally mapping it was relaxing, almost soothing. It reminded him of home, but with an entirely new Castle to explore. Most of which he had. His odd way of passing time had made him incredibly familiar with the many halls and rooms of the fortress.

So when he heard a rather loud noise, he was quite puzzled.

Usually nobody was in this part of the Castle. The help generally kept out the way and in the main social areas, which Soren avoided. So who the bollocks was in this out of the way room?

He approached the door, slowly pushing it open as he peeked inside. Didn't see anyone yet. He fully opened the door, stepping inside as he heard the noise again. It was loud, and now that he was close, it was coherent. Like words. It was a someone, for sure. But he only heard one voice. He stepped into the room, looking around nervously as he spotted the source of the noise: A large woman. A very large woman. A very, very large woman.

Shit, one of the Servants.

That was the only conclusion he could make. It was his first time meeting the large servant, and since it wasn't Saber, he could only assume it was the other one: Berserker. Great, just what he needed. And to make it better, she was talking to what appeared to be... nothing. And against his better judgement, his mouth instantly flew to asking a question.

"Uh, who are you, like, talking to?"

His hands flew across his mouth as he realized he had asked aloud. One of the downsides of suddenly gaining the ability to talk: Sometimes things that would have only been thoughts previously now seemed to just... slip out without him quite meaning to.

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!
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 Posted: Nov 25 2013, 03:56 AM
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If there was one thing that Beowulf was terrible at, it was being bored. Her mind absolutely would not allow it. Whenever she didn’t have anything she needed to be doing, her mind was kind enough to conjure up something that she wanted to be doing. This castle was inspiring. It was very different than any castle she’d ever been in, but she seemed to see it as if it was. All the finery was gone in her mind and replaced with the Geat equivalent. The walls were dark stone. Her men were all around her. Not just them either – the women, the wives, the children…everyone and everything. In her mind, at least, there was music playing. Maybe it wasn’t her home at all – maybe it was Heorot! Maybe these were not her men, but Hrothgar’s. Hygelac and Heardred weren’t here, after all, so perhaps. Ah, she didn’t care.

Things like identity and location and time…they were unimportant! They were useless to her now. Her memory was muddled, and in a strange way, it was comforting. Some things just seemed too ugly to remember. This insanity was like a power that she didn’t know she had. With it, she could rewrite history. She could twist her life to fit any mold that she wanted it to fit. Her sane self would have called it selfish. It was a good thing that she wasn’t here.

If the room had really been as full as Beowulf thought that it was, she couldn’t have hoped to hear the boy who had just now appeared. She paused a moment and just looked at him, trying to decide whether or not she recognized his face. Eventually deciding that no, she did not, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Are you blind, boy?” She asked.
“Are you deaf?”

She smiled as she said it, her tone almost playful. It was obvious to her, after all, that the room was swimming in people. They all saw the boy. There was nothing he could have said or done to convince her otherwise. The woman was, however, beginning to question the mental health of some of this castle’s occupants, or at least the reliability of their eyes. This one, for instance, didn't see well!

“You’re certainly very small!” She continued.
“What do we call you, little one? Shout it out!”
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 Posted: Nov 26 2013, 10:59 PM
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“Are you blind, boy?”
“Are you deaf?”


Soren's first thought was No, of course not, but he was in more control of himself now and wouldn't have dreamed of replying that way. Especially not to a Heroic Spirit. Though she might have meant it playfully, Soren couldn't help but shrink abit at the question as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him. She smiled, but Soren either missed or ignored that as his crap attention at reading body language had instantly put him on the defensive. Hey, you try staring a 6 plus foot Berserker woman in the eye when she calls you disabled.

Avoiding looking at her, his eyes scanned the room, desperately trying to figure out what the bloody hell this woman was talking about, but try as he might, seeing someone else's delusions was not in Soren's skillset. Unbeknownst to him, what he was looking for didn't actually exist, so he didn't have much luck finding anything.

"...No?"

While he couldn't figure out who she was talking to, he was sure he wasn't blind. It was hard to not notice being blind afterall, and he could say from experience he wasn't blind at the moment. He'd never been deaf, thankfully, but was pretty sure his hearing was fine too, as he could hear her fine.

“You’re certainly very small!”

Well compared to you...

“What do we call you, little one? Shout it out!”

He stared at her blankly for a moment, as if at a loss as to what he should do. Soren blinked; once, twice, before realizing. Oh right. Introductions. That was something people were supposed to do. Usually someone else was always the one introducing him to people. And here he was, gaping at a Heroic Spirit like an idiot as she stared at him expectantly.

"Uh, S-Soren..."

He stammered the sentence out as barely more than a mumble.

"My name is Soren."

He repeated himself, louder than the previous statement but still a fairly standard volume to the norm. Which meant he was still far quieter than the Berserker before him. Shouting wasn't exactly a big thing for Soren, so that was about as close as he could get. Or would get, anyway.

Several questions buzzed through his mind, but he knew better than to ask. She was a heroic spirit after all: Far more important than he was in the grand scheme of things, right? He just hoped he didn't piss her off; Berserkers were, by definition, supposed to be angry rage monsters, right? Not knowing the identity of who he was looking at, or anything about her, he had nothing but a wildly incorrect assumption to go off of. Caution seemed appropriate.
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 Posted: Dec 1 2013, 03:07 AM
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There was a pause, and then the woman laughed. It echoed all through the empty halls, but she seemed unfazed.
“Haha! Why do you stammer like that? Do I frighten you?” She asked. Gesturing behind her to where she thought the crowd was, she added;
“We’re all friends here. Aren’t we?”

Beowulf went to a nearby chair and sat down in it, beckoning him over. She did at times feel a bit strange being as tall as she was around such small people. It felt as if they were talking to her abdomen. This was a bit better.
“Finally, we have a good strong name. They’ve got people running around here called Foo-yu-kai. Can you believe that? If my father had called me that…why, I’d have…”

Her voice petered out and she stared past him at nothing in particular. What a funny time to be thinking about her father. God, she hadn’t thought about her father in years. He was barely her father at all. Not that she didn’t respect the man. She of course respected everything she’d heard of him – all those stories that Hrothgar and Hygelac told. She had just been so young when he’d died that the actual man had ceased to be a man and had become like a ghost in her mind. Even in those memories in which he was alive, he did not seem tangible. Just an ideal – something to look up to and live up to.

“…My father was…blonde, I think. I think…” She mused, putting her head down and rubbing her temples with her fingertips. Her head was throbbing. It was as if her eyes were the nails that some invisible hammer was attempting to drive into her skull. If she concentrated she was almost positive that she could hear the clanging iron...
“…I think I am not drunk enough.”

Very slowly, she raised her head. For a moment, she seemed lost. She looked around the room blearily as if seeing it for the first time. This time, there was no one here besides her and the boy. The music and laughter had stopped. The décor, at least in her mind, looked to be an odd mix of what she remembered and what was actually there. A wide, brightly colored tapestry hung from the wall behind her. There was a discarded flagon on the floor. There was a long table in the center of the room, and at the end of it, there was a throne. It was probably Hygelac’s. Probably. Things had changed so much.

“Who sent you, Boy?” She asked, looking him up and down. He didn’t look much like a soldier, but then, none of these modern boys really did. Hygelac trusted this “Soren” or he would not be here.
“King Hrothgar? You don’t look much like a Dane.”
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 Posted: Dec 3 2013, 01:07 PM
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“Haha! Why do you stammer like that? Do I frighten you?”
“We’re all friends here. Aren’t we?”


Well, yeah.

The large berserker might not have meant to be, but the fact that she was not only a heroic spirit but an insanely large one created quite the intimidating figure. The fact that she was apparently talking to people that Soren could neither see nor hear didn't help. Still, it would be impolite to simply leave or ignore her; And if there was one thing Soren had learned was good for avoiding conflict, it was being polite. So as the large berserker beckoned him, he swallowed his apprehension and moved to sit in the seat beside her.

The compliment to his name was... unexpected. His head tilted as he looked at her, both flattered and curious. He'd never thought much about his name. He didn't even know if his mother had given him the name or if it had just been decided upon at random. To be honest he didn't even know what it meant. Put a compliment of any sort from someone as accomplished as a Heroic Spirit must be worth something, right? He wouldn't dispute it, even if he didn't deserve it.

Apprehension and fear turned into concern and a feeling close to pity as Berserker seemed to trail off mid-sentence. Soren shifted, leaning closer as she massaged her temples, struggling to remember her own fathers hair color. He knew he was supposed to keep his mouth shut in conversation: It worked for him before then and it would hopefully continue to work for him. But as she looked up and stared off, Soren couldn't help but feel concerned. She seemed lost, confused, almost distant from reality. Soren didn't know much, but he knew that feeling pretty well.

"...Are you alright?"

One arm stretched toward her, intending touch her tentatively. Soren didn't have much, or any, experience in comforting people, but physical contact always seemed to help him when the Servants or his Sister did so. It proved irrelevant however, as his hand barely made it away from his side before she seemed to regain focus and turn to ask him a question of her own. His hand returned to his side before it got more than half way to the Heroic Spirit, as he straightened back up in his seat.

"Hrothgar?"

He said the name slowly, as if testing how it sounded. The name rang a bell, but only the kind of eerie recognition to something you've heard before but can't place. Still didn't have a damn clue who she was talking about though.

"N-Nobody sent me here."

The attempt at explanation came with a gesture to around them, referring to the room in question. It's not like anybody told him to come to this room specifically, it was more just him trying to avoid interacting with anyone. Clearly it hadn't worked.

"I'm in the Castle to protect Leo..."

He continued, in the case she had been asking more generally. Hopefully that was the answer she was looking for, because Soren didn't know any "Hrothgars." And the Harwey's hadn't yet informed him of Berserker's identity and odd type of insanity.
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