Ragged they come and the ragged they kill [OPEN]

[curruid_coinchenn]

Who: Berserker and you!
When: Through the month of June
Where: Various places
What: June Catch-all and quests
Warnings: Nothing right now but violence is likely because Berserkers.



[ 1. Talk Travels - Your friendly mail carrier ]
[ Berserker is out and about delivering mail. It suits him because it's mostly a solitary experience and he doesn't need to rely on anyone for help. He's just interested in delivering the letters and moving on. Some places have mailboxes, others don't, so some mail just ends up abandoned on the doorstep.

He's so involved in his work that he's not paying attention to where he's going, or rather he is and simply doesn't care if someone's in his way. The poor sap in his path gets plowed into and he barely pauses for a moment. ]

Name? I'll see if I have something for you.

[ Yes, he only cares about the task at hand right now. Sorry about that. ]

[ 2. Out of the City ]
[ Of course he's interested in a quest where he can fight and kill things. It may just be small vermin, but it's at least something he's good at. The efficiency of his killing is disturbing, much like the lack of interest on his face. It's cold, efficient, and emotionless, like it's nothing more than a chore to be done. He only pauses in his work because he feels as though he's being watched. Spearing a final rat, he leaves his weapon in the ground for the moment. ]

What is it? Are you bothered by something I'm doing?

[ 3. Walking Armor ]
[ A duel is a duel is a duel, even if the enemy in question is a suit of walking armor. His normal instincts in a duel are to destroy until nothing is left, but the person who made the request wants it back in one piece. The fight is not quiet, Berserker practically roaring as he meets the strikes of the enchanted armor. Sword clashing against his barbed, red spear, the sound ringing out clearly. He's not exactly struggling, but he doesn't seem to be making any headway. Though he's loathe to ask for help, he turns to someone he hears nearby. ]

Distract it and I can bring it down.

[ 4. Wildcard ]
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Comments

[ua_duibhne]

I see.

[There's no judgement in his voice. Waver had been much the same, avoiding finding out what was to become of him just only recently, albeit for very different reasons. The opposite reasons, really. Regardless, he won't waste unwanted and likely unwarranted concern on Berserker if he can help it. Perhaps the next time he sees him, he'll have the ability to heal his own wounds. Or perhaps he'll have developed scales hard as plate mail to prevent them in the first place.

Either way, he remains almost surreal to Diarmuid: a corrupted vision with the potential to grow more corrupted still.]

You took the watch they gave you, though, right?

[And yet he can't look away.]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ When compared to Caster, it's like looking into a broken mirror. A shattered reflection of the Heroic Spirit, the core still there, but twisted in form. The corrupting influence of Medb's wish did its work, now the corrupting influence of whatever magic was at work in this place would further ruin him. Perhaps the form seen in the dream was accurate, perhaps not -- time will tell.

He gives a short nod in response. ]

I did. There was no way to avoid taking it. They were extremely insistent that I do so...and it was easier to take it than fight them on that point.

[ The path of least resistance. How passive he'd become in this way. ]

[ua_duibhne]

[Why he's so determined to keep contact with this disturbing, fractured version of someone he admires so greatly is a mystery even to Diarmuid but here he is. Maybe it's just a misplaced sense of duty: to the memory of the man he was; to the man he supposedly served and can't bear to disappoint, even without the memories to prove it; from one Celtic Servant to another. It could just be that finding a spirit of Erin in another being here, no matter how warped, is a home comfort he can ill afford to reject.

Whatever the case, he's made up his mind.]

Then it would be prudent to exchange our numbers. [With that, he retrieves his own watch, finding his contact details and then holding out a hand so that he can take Berserker's.] If you would.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ This is all strange to him -- these things don't confuse him, but he sees little use for them. No mater, it's a simple enough task. He fishes out his own watch and hands it over. It's anyone's guess as to where he was hiding that... ]

If you say so. I suppose if you need anything, seek me out.

[ It's like it's the most natural thing in the world for him to just say that. He doesn't like people relying on him, if only because it's more work, but a few are worth the effort. ]