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Juril Quests, Full Moon, and Catch-all [OPEN]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and you!
When: Throughout Juril
Where: Various places
What: Monthly catch-all and quest log!
Warnings: None currently

[ 1. Walk, walk, fashion baby (New Look) ]

[ Berserker has been wrangled as a model for one of the tailors in the city. A dragon draws enough attention just by existing, so he's in high demand. The look he's wearing is a little ... skimpy, to say the least. His hair has been braided to match the look, the red lacing a stark contrast to the dark clothes.

For someone being paid for this, he doesn't look pleased (does he ever look pleased?}. He shoots an annoyed glare at anyone that stares for too long. ]

What? If you want to buy this, it came from the shop behind me.

What a rousing advertisement...

[ 2. Moon Madness ]

[ Around the city on the full moon, you may spot a somewhat familiar dragon...Except he's small. Berserker has taken on his cat-sized form to run off his feral energy. The problem is that he's exceptionally touchy at this size, willing to bite, scratch, and even poison anyone that even slightly annoys him.

He rushes along the ground without any care for how he might be tripping people up. If someone does trip over him, he claws his way free and runs for the nearest dark spot. Dare you pursue him? ]

[ 3. Wildcard ]

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[ Of course it's someone he knows. It's not like Berserker's embarrassed by what he's wearing -- that would require him to be capable of being embarrassed -- it's more that he doesn't want to deal with the questions and teasing.

He gives an indifferent glance to Lio before spreading his wings. It's true: the top was constructed in such a way it didn't interfere with them at all. The back curves up and over the base of his wings. ]

Nothing about this is practical. [ He's not wrong. ] Are you going to gawk at me? Don't linger too long or you might end up in something worse.

I'm not worried. What's the worst that could happen?

( there's no fear in lio's heart; no one will force him to wear anything he doesn't want to! but he shakes his head, he's totally not there to look at every inch of the dragon. no, he's there because... well.

listen. he enjoys his dark clothes, his many belts. it's hard to wear them when those other feathers on his body get stuck or get pulled. )

Besides, I'm not lying. They really picked the right model for the job.

You in less than I'm wearing out in front of another store.

[ Berserker still seems unimpressed -- then again, that's just normal for him. His tail swishes with agitation, more at the situation than at Lio. It's fine, he's getting paid, he tells himself. There are more demeaning things to do for money. ]

...Are you having trouble adjusting to the changes? [ God knows he'd been the same way; he rarely wears shirts at home because of his wings. He brushes off Lio's praise for the moment to address practical matters. ] If you need something to accommodate them better, they're sure to have something.

[ A...rousing endorsement? ]

... so you're saying you'd be okay with me wearing less but in front of the same store, with you.

( yes, he's making a reach. it's amusing to him, in a way. but he looks at the storefront blinks a few times, looking back at berserker with a curious expression, then back to where he can see several outfits dressed on dummies. )

Maybe. I've thought about wearing something that'll keep my upper body mostly open.

( after all, the marks haven't completely faded yet. )

They're letting me keep this when I'm done in addition to my payment...If you're that curious as to what they have, go volunteer yourself.

[ Though Lio may not have to. One of the workers inside has taken note of him, gesturing to another employee. Berserker notes this with a brief smirk. ]

I'm sure they'll have something to suit you...You do look good in little to nothing.

( hard for him to not ignore those observant eyes. they look like they're already gathering something for him to wear, and lio looks away hoping that they won't continue if he doesn't look interested. )

Really? ( even harder to say no to free clothes, especially if they're new. ) Well...

( this gives him enough time to gently smack the dragon's chest with the back of his hand. )

I guess I could wear things that show off what you've left me.

[ He bares his teeth briefly at the swat. The annoyance is only momentary, though, overcome by surprise. ]

...I don't understand you. [ Diarmuid accepts the marks he leaves on him, but actively tries to cover them up -- most of his partners are the same way. They're a fact that comes with sleeping with him, an inconvenience to be dealt with later. ] Why do you want to show them off?

[ Lio's hope of dissuading the shopkeepers quickly shatters as one of them comes out to make an offer. They carry with them an equally brief outfit on a hanger: a mesh shrug with a very brief pair of shorts.

Berserker flashes his teeth again, smirking. ]

Well? You can show them off with that, can't you?

It might sound odd to you, but I could never keep scars before coming here.

( the clothes that are brought out are certainly wearable per his aesthetic. they look lightweight, practical, and very much exactly what he wants. the feathers that cover his skin in patches will certainly help give an additional level of something. flair? intimidation? but then lio smirks as he takes the offered mesh garment and the short shorts. )

I can also say I fought a dragon. Won't say if I won or lost though.

( he'll go inside the shop in order to change, which doesn't take him too long--- before rejoining berserker outside. there's a faint tint of pink on his cheeks as he keeps his eyes off of the dragon before speaking again: )

... they had to adjust some things while I was wearing them.

( but the scars are very much visible. )

Neither could I.

[ A body made of magic didn't scar, even if it seemed human in every way. If he'd been able to scar the way he is now, his skin would be nothing but scar tissue with the wounds he'd taken. Most of the scars he has now are an unpleasant reminder of a very bad time, but they're simply a part of him now, a sign of what he's lived through.

He watches impassively as Lio is taken away to be fit. Well, at least they were paying for the indignities today -- there are worse ways to make money. Once he returns, well, he can't keep his eyes off of him. His face is indifferent, but the clothes do make him impossible to ignore.

Hm. Not the time to be thinking about that. ]

Those marks will fade...Mostly. If you're looking for more, I can give them to you.

( one hand on his hip, he shifts his weight to the same side. lio looks back into berserker's eyes, a hint of an amused smile on his face as he reaches up to touch one of those spots adorning his neck and hums thoughtfully. )

I'll gratefully accept. ( and then he again looks at the dragon. he's strong. no doubt about that, and that makes him wonder: )

Are you good with a weapon? You're clearly naturally gifted in other ways, so...

( or unnaturally. either way, he's been the beneficiary of it. )

[ Natural or unnatural, it doesn't matter much now. His strength as a dragon is close to what it was as a Servant and he's adapted well enough to his changes. Adapt or die... ]

Yes. My weapon of choice is a spear.

[ A cursed, terribly barbed one. He looks Lio over, appraising the marks he left. His skin is so pale, they stand out so starkly. An odd feeling of pride strikes him suddenly. ]

Why do you ask? You don't want to see me use it.

[ No one wants to see that level of emotionless brutality. ]

Frankly, I need more people to train with or against. ( lio's eyes go somewhere distant, as his smile turns inward and tinged with a hint of worry. ) I know that my talons won't be enough, and my work with a sword had been with one of my own creation. Not one made by someone here.

( then his eyes return to berserker, wariness still on his face. )

Why wouldn't I want to see it?

( lio's no stranger to bloodshed or death. )

Are you saying you want to train with me? Are you really certain about that?

[ Berserker's idea of training is as brutal as everything else about him. His master, the teacher that taught him almost everything he knows, had brutal training methods and he sees no reason to change them when they're so effective. ]

You know nothing of my past. Be grateful for that. [ Cryptic and avoidant! After a moment, he decides to explain a little bit more. That spear is used for nothing but slaughter. ] I've killed entire armies that went against me by myself with that spear.

( the idea of any one person being able to eliminate what he can assume is hundreds of people... lio can only fathom a handful. maybe ten? twenty, if they're not as trained, but he never fought to kill. no, he would either disarm them or render them unconscious. even the soldiers who were trained to capture him for experimentation, much like his fellow burnish, were spared.

except for one. he wishes that man died.

berserker could have left it at that, but he didn't. it makes lio wonder even more, but not about the weapon or his strength. )

If you don't think you should, then we don't have to. Just offering.

( he huffs, tugging on the strings of the shrug. )

Especially if you're worried about my well-being.

I'm not worried about your well-being, but you should be. If you want to train with me...I won't dissuade you. My bonded rarely trains with me because I don't hold back and he doesn't have hollow bones.

[ Berserker narrows his eyes. ]

Don't mistake what I say as concern for you.

( it's probably the best for this world that berserker is bonded. lio can't imagine what he'd be like if he went feral. )

Then how do you keep your skills sharp?

( he's unfazed by berserker's attitude. regardless, it's good to know to keep back if a dangerous and violent situation develops. )

I hunt. It serves a purpose beyond just training.

[ He is a predator, after all. Does it bring him joy? No, of course not, but it does occupy his time and keep his instincts under control. ]

( he wonders if hunting is enough, but then again lio hasn't encountered all of the dangers outside of the city. )

I bet there aren't a lot things that can challenge you.

( with a sniff he crosses his arms, rubbing them. )

... should've asked for some sleeves.

You've got them, they're just useless.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Hm...I'm getting bored. Are you interested in training or...something else?

[ His tone implies everything here. ]

If you can last against me for awhile, maybe a reward's in order.

( an eyebrow raise, and then his cheeks darken. just a hint. )

Well, there's more than one way to train. ( he huffs. it would be one step closer to taking a lot more than he had before. )

Last against you? ( his tone also implies everything. ) I'm up for the challenge.

[ With the sort of person Berserker is, there's a real chance he could drag Lio out to the Wilde to spar in a fight for dominance...but not this time. The clothes they have on are a little too impractical for such a thing. ]

I would be disappointed if you weren't. Where do you want to have this little challenge?

[ Certainly not right here in front of the store -- that's just bad taste, isn't it? ]

Probably not here.

( he's thinking the same. it's not exactly the right place to do it, especially when there's a good chance it might devolve into two naked monsters fighting. or 'fighting'. still probably not the kind of public spectacle that lio personally needs, but berserker probably... wouldn't care. )

... do you remember that rooftop? Maybe there.

[ No, he wouldn't care, but his relationship with one of his bonded is well known and he doesn't want his behavior causing him any trouble; he's learning to be considerate over a year later.

Berserker considers the offer for a moment before shrugging. ]

Hm...That works. [ His end of the bargain for the store is done, as far as he's concerned. He's been out here for some time now and gotten his payment for it. Time to hightail it before he gets pulled into something else. ] Do you want to start the challenge now?

[ He spreads his wings to make it more obvious what he means. It's not quite fair, considering Berserker has more experience with his wings, but fairness isn't something he's concerned about. ]

( and if he owes them any more of his time, lio will come back. that, or pay for the outfit. either way, it's not like he won't try to contest what they feel is equal payment. that, or maybe flying around wearing it will be suitable advertisement for their shop.

those wings! they look strong, especially extended. possibly stronger than his own. but that doesn't mean he won't be faster! no, shouldn't lio have some sort of advantage? or perhaps no matter what he does, he's going to lose this particular race to that sunbathing spot, where they could make any sounds or do anything they so choose. )

Yeah. Right... now.

( as to prove a point about fairness? he takes off, taking a few running steps forward before leaping up into the sky and letting his wings do the rest. granted, he's still not as athletic as he was before, but he's getting there. baby bird steps. )

[ Lio has the immediate advantage, inasmuch that he's lighter. Berserker is significantly heavier, making his initial push into the air harder. His wings have to work harder to lift him off the ground, but after that, his momentum makes it easier to speed up.

He takes a running leap as his wings flap hard and fast. Lio's ahead of him, but not by much. There's no way he's going to let him win, at least not easily. Berserker closes the distance between them as quickly as he can. ]

Clever...But you won't beat me.

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