[For how unfamiliar and oppressive the atmosphere in Jigoku-Cho has been since Beat's arrival, the chance to familiarize himself with some locals, earn some goodwill, and declutter his thoughts with physical work is pretty much the perfect thing he could have asked for. He might not know the specific work songs being sung, but it doesn't take long for him to feel the rhythm, learn the melody, and join in the chorus.
The one thing he's requested is to keep his mask on, awkwardly wrapping the hachimaki over the front of it.
Even as incidents and accidents start piling on, he's trying his best to keep spirits high, taking a moment punctuated by nearby swears and oaths to start a different work song going.]
[3. cursed corners (prelude: exile, lento maestoso)]
[Amidst the backdrop of night and flickering lights, there is a show being projected. Passers-by watching a figure, transfixed, as he watches a ghostly, unreal recreation of a moment long ago. Of Beat Knight, knelt in chains, jailed aboard a ship being tossed about a storm. In the hallucinatory rain, a gaunt and sharp-angled figure throws the cell open and cuts the chains. "The emperor was too soft on you. But I won't question orders, unlike your sort," they say in an emotionless but melodic voice. "What good are orders if the voice that gives them is corrupt?" comes Beat's hushed, gravelly reply.
A laugh from the jailer, low and quiet. "That's the kind of stupid question that gets you into this situation."
It's a replay of his punishment, his sentence of exile. Of the last moments of his voyage away from home. His armor plates clatter and chime in the shuddering wind and phantom rain that assails the space before him. A deep wound and personal reminder of the journey that led him here. To hell.
And here's a crowd of people forming to watch.]
[5. wildcard (improvise!)]
[Permissions and first impressions are here! I'm open to any and all other ideas; if you want to plot, feel free to hit me up at alqemizzy.]
Beat Knight | OC/Shovel Knight Valor | OTA
[For how unfamiliar and oppressive the atmosphere in Jigoku-Cho has been since Beat's arrival, the chance to familiarize himself with some locals, earn some goodwill, and declutter his thoughts with physical work is pretty much the perfect thing he could have asked for. He might not know the specific work songs being sung, but it doesn't take long for him to feel the rhythm, learn the melody, and join in the chorus.
The one thing he's requested is to keep his mask on, awkwardly wrapping the hachimaki over the front of it.
Even as incidents and accidents start piling on, he's trying his best to keep spirits high, taking a moment punctuated by nearby swears and oaths to start a different work song going.]
[3. cursed corners (prelude: exile, lento maestoso)]
[Amidst the backdrop of night and flickering lights, there is a show being projected. Passers-by watching a figure, transfixed, as he watches a ghostly, unreal recreation of a moment long ago. Of Beat Knight, knelt in chains, jailed aboard a ship being tossed about a storm. In the hallucinatory rain, a gaunt and sharp-angled figure throws the cell open and cuts the chains. "The emperor was too soft on you. But I won't question orders, unlike your sort," they say in an emotionless but melodic voice. "What good are orders if the voice that gives them is corrupt?" comes Beat's hushed, gravelly reply.
A laugh from the jailer, low and quiet. "That's the kind of stupid question that gets you into this situation."
It's a replay of his punishment, his sentence of exile. Of the last moments of his voyage away from home. His armor plates clatter and chime in the shuddering wind and phantom rain that assails the space before him. A deep wound and personal reminder of the journey that led him here. To hell.
And here's a crowd of people forming to watch.]
[5. wildcard (improvise!)]
[Permissions and first impressions are here! I'm open to any and all other ideas; if you want to plot, feel free to hit me up at