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middaeg2020-05-03 08:31 pm
curruid_coinchenn) wrote in middaeg2020-05-03 08:31 pm
Entry tags:
Maiuril Open Log and Catch-All [OPEN]
Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and various
When: Throughout Maiuril
Where: Various places
What: Many things
Warnings: None so far, check thread headers for specific warnings
[ 1. Ashes to ashes again ]
[ 2. The sunlight that shines overhead - NSFW potential option ]
[ 3. Wildcard ]
When: Throughout Maiuril
Where: Various places
What: Many things
Warnings: None so far, check thread headers for specific warnings
[ 1. Ashes to ashes again ]
[ The rains from last month means that Berserker has yard work to handle. Weeds to pull, flowers to plant, and more. Of course this means he's in the front yard of his house, completely bare from the waist up. He only has on a pair of worn trousers and sturdy work boots. The side benefit of the weather is that he can warm himself doing this. It also means that his scars are on full display, for better or worse.
Berserker notices he's being watched and lifts his head. He yanks up a hardy weed that normally needs a tool for removal without putting much effort into it, then drops it with an annoyed grunt. ]
What? Is there a problem here?
[ 2. The sunlight that shines overhead - NSFW potential option ]
[ Again, it's warm enough he can take advantage of the sunlight. This time, he ventures away from his home to the rooftops of the outer city. It's mostly abandoned and sparsely populated, which means that Berserker sunbathing nude on a rooftop is unlikely to be noticed.
Unlikely, but not impossible. He lays flat on his stomach, his scarred wings stretched out to catch the most sun. His tail covers his butt, at least, though it's obvious he's completely naked. He raises his head, realizing he's not alone, to cast an annoyed glance back over his shoulder. ]
Why are you here? Go somewhere else.
[ 3. Wildcard ]
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[ He decides to leave that alone for now -- no point in pressing it further. Berserker busies himself with filling the bed with the seedlings he set down. The statement doesn't really faze him; he's aware that he looks as if he's only made for battle. Between his build, his cold gaze, and the myriad of scars across his body, it's only natural to make that assumption. ]
I'm not. [ There's no real emotion in his voice as he explains. ] My concern is protecting those close to me...These are useful plants to counteract poisons.
[ After certain...incidents...he's become more proactive about keeping those he cares about safe. It's his way of coping with what happened -- much better than his other coping methods. ]
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[They're both a little out of place here, perhaps, but now and then Red Wine finds something soothing about getting his hands dirty. As long as a certain someone doesn't see him, he's perfectly happy to spend his time on this.]
I understand. [And he does, because that drive to protect those you care for is ingrained more deeply into Red Wine than almost anything else about him.]
It's good to find a useful way to spend your free time...
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His hobbies now are practical (his bone hoarding habit notwithstanding), or that's how he explains them to anyone that asks. Finding joy or happiness in anything is a struggle...Slowly but surely, he's making progress. ]
If I'm going to spend time on it, why let it be something frivolous? I'd rather it have a purpose. [ And give him a way to never feel helpless again. Something about this has set him off in a way he doesn't understand; lingering trauma takes its toll. He's less careful as he moves to another bed, ripping out the weeds with far more force than necessary. It's better than shutting down like he usually does when he dwells on what happened all those months ago. ] I never do anything without a purpose...
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Red Wine watches the way his demeanour changes, the way he rips the weeds up in much the same way he had been doing himself only a few moments before. His own hand hesitates over his next target, before he looks down and sharply pulls it up.]
Nothing at all?
[It isn't that he doesn't see, that he doesn't understand... He understands all too well.]
Is there nothing you do for the simple enjoyment of it?
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[ Even now that he had some semblance of normalcy and emotions (stunted and weird as they may be), he doesn't do anything just for enjoyment. Compulsion, necessity, or for a purpose -- one of those three components is necessary for him to do something. At least the question seems to have soothed his irritation some, his motions becoming less intense as he continues. ]
I don't really enjoy anything. [ The company of his Bonded and certain people are the closest thing he gets to feeling happiness. Contentment and satisfaction are the closest he can come. Tasks don't give him anything close to the same feeling. ] That shouldn't come as a surprise.
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[The idea of not enjoying anything... well, it's not unfamiliar to Red Wine, though it isn't something he experiences on a personal level. Other Food Souls are similarly stunted, unable to develop outside of their original purposes once their contracts are ended, particularly when they were never truly allowed to fulfill that purpose in the first place.
He gives a small shake of his head, mostly to himself, and picks up the trowel for a particularly subborn weed.]
What was your life, before here? You've the air of a soldier.
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[ Berserker really doesn't want to talk about himself nor his past. His life in Chaldea was one of boring routine: fight, rest, repeat. As much as his Master tried to get close to him, he felt nothing. He saw himself as nothing more than a tool to be used by them and he was fine with that -- that was always his role.
Even his life before that...Ah, the life of a Heroic Spirit is confusing. His own complicated feelings about his actual life and not being the "true" version of the person he should have been made it all the more confusing.
He decides to leave out his past life, focusing instead on Chaldea. ]
Before coming here, I was a Servant. I was summoned to serve a Master tasked with repairing the foundation of humanity. I did what I was told to do and killed what I needed to. Nothing more and nothing less...
[ Though he didn't mention anything about his true history, his explanation gives the impression there's far more that he's not talking about. ]
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[His expression sharpens in to a wry little smile, just for a moment.] Though for nothing quite so grand.
[Still, he wouldn't have changed it. Not any of it. He had been lucky to have been summoned to a master who appreciated him and who knew how best to utilise his abilities. Not every Food Soul was granted such good fortune.]
Were you also bound to outlive your master?
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No. I was summoned for a purpose and once that purpose is over, I would cease to exist. Servants can't exist without a Master for very long...
[ Certain classes could exist for a week, maybe longer, without a source of mana. Berserker is not one of those Servants; he'd expected to perish shortly after arriving here. ]
Not that I care. I don't waste time thinking about my Master or their mission. It's not my problem anymore.
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Perhaps it would be better if they could.]
No affection for them, then.
[It isn't really a question, but he can't say he's not curious.]
Your master isn't here?
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They were nothing more than a source of mana for me to live and I was nothing more than a tool for them to use. [ They saw him as more than that, but it didn't matter to Berserker; no matter what they thought, they could never change his mind. ] And no, they're not here. I hope I never see them again.