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August Quest Log and Catch-all [OPEN]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and you!
When: Throughout August
Where: Around and out of the city
What: Quests and other things
Warnings: One NSFW thread, warnings in headers

[ 1A. The Sly Seadog - do you want to cross that line? ]

[ Berserker is acting as a bouncer for this dive bar. Tall, intimidating, and visibly a dragon makes him a good fit for the role. It also tends to make people behave when they know they're dealing with someone like that. He, however, looks bored -- whether it be at the door or walking around the bar.

On a break, he decides to get a drink. Sitting at the bar, he has a pint of dark ale in front of him. Without looking over, he decides to make his feelings known. ]

If you so much as think about causing a problem, you'll regret it.

[ 1B. The Sly Seadog - are you talking to me? (cw: violence) ]

[ Alternatively, someone is causing trouble at the bar and Berserker is Not Here for that. The problem patron is hauled off their feet by their collar, the temporary bouncer's face unchanged. They fight and struggle against him, but the blows are brushed off like nothing and the verbal threats go ignored...Well, mostly. Tired of them screaming abuse about his status as a monster, Berserker headbutts them with a sickening crunch (his horns come in handy sometimes). It has the double effect of shutting them up and breaking their nose -- win, win really. He chucks them out the door and returns to his post. The scuffle silences the bar for a moment, but everyone soon settles back down now that the problem is solved.

It's only in the calm after the brief fight that he notices blood on his arm...and some on his face. Annoying. ]

Could you get me something to clean this up with?

[ 2. Surveillance - because it's a long way back from hell ]

[ Berserker sits at his assigned point in the cave. His vision in the dark isn't particularly great, but he can hear well enough to make up for it. He's not on edge, per se; he's more in tune with his combat and survival instincts than normal. Gae Bolg, his barbed lance, is held in his right hand as he listens for any movement in the darkness.

Unfortunately, what he turns to in the dark is not a Cwyld, but whoever else is down here. He turns with his spear pulled back to attack. ]

Say something. You have three seconds.

[ He's being generous. ]

[ 3. Fun in the sun (potentially nsfw) ]

[ Berserker is quite please the weather's warmed back up after the artificial winter. In fact, he's so pleased that he's decided to go sunbathing.

Nude.

He's at least sunning himself in fairly secluded areas or on rooftops that look abandoned, but anywhere there's a sunny patch and at least partial cover is a potential place to warm himself. Wherever he's decided on, he lays on his stomach with his arms crossed, head resting on his arms. His wings are stretched out and his tail at least partially covers his butt and legs. His clothes are nearby, too, so he can get dressed if he feels so inclined. Berserker's so content that he's nearly asleep.

Nearly.

The sound of someone nearby is enough to rouse him and he opens one eye to look back at whoever's intruding on his chosen spot. ]

What do you want?

[ 4A. Lùnasa - walk, walk fashion baby ]

[ Berserker let himself get dragged into the fashion festivities. Normally somewhat restrained in his clothing choices, he doesn't seem to mind the ridiculous clothes he's been given to wear by Precogstitchin'. Mostly covered yet completely exposed, it feels very similar to his normal Spirit Origin. He appreciates the consideration given to accommodate his wings and tail, too.

It's odd someone so cantankerous as Berserker is willing to wear this, knowing it'll draw unwanted attention. Speaking of...He gives a cold look to someone he's noticed staring at him. ]

What is it? If you want something like this, I can tell you where to get it.

[ 4B. Lùnasa - do my little turn on the catwalk ]

[ In addition to other unpaid modeling, one of the young designers decided to recruit Berserker as a model. The only reason he went with the designer is because they wouldn't leave him alone otherwise; "no" was not an answer. A dragon would set them and their designs apart! What a rare chance! So he relented and went with it.

Dark, draping styles are mostly what he ends up in, with jeweled accessories hung on his wings and horns. It's ridiculous and outlandish, but there's a certain allure about his look. He seems bored backstage, though, and looks to another model. May as well make small talk because he's sure someone will try to get it out of him sooner or later. ]

Did you get dragged into this, too?

[ Because he can't imagine someone doing this willingly. ]

[ 5. Wildcard ]

[ None of these prompts doing it for you? Got an idea in mind? Did we plot something already? Drop me a starter or message me on Discord (glitzkrieg#0673)! ]

((OOC: His appearance and current changes!))

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[Everett isn't looking, regardless! He can be a bit of a prude. Despite how much traveling he did, how much adjusting to other cultures outside the fussy Springtide, the reaction still struck him. He won't chide the man, but he won't be comfortable, either.]

Oh, just out for a climb, sir. Looking to get a lay of the land from on high. [He doesn't have wings, so that's much more of a task for him. Still, he accomplished it! Everett is still very fit for his age, tired though he may be from scaling the building, he made it without completely winding himself.]

[ Eh, fuck it. Berserker has no qualms about nudity (obviously), so he just rolls over to lay on his back. In a token attempt to cover himself, He does, at least, have the courtesy to lay his tail over his crotch. He folds his hands under his head and settles back down. Patches of scales gleam a dark red in the sunlight, matching the veining along his wings and tail. ]

So you climb buildings for fun? You have strange hobbies.

[Even if it's just a token bit of modest, Everett appreciates that much. He finally stands from where he fell and lay on his back. Shuffling about and straightening his own clothing, he moves to look out over the city. Better than letting his gaze linger on Berserker, curious though he may be for such monstrous features.]

I climb all manner of heights, old boy. A thrilling bit of recreation, like solving a puzzle with my body. [he considers, chuckling under his breath]

A useless skill when you have wings, but one I enjoy as a simple human. Mm... if I can even say as much, now that I am considered a monster. [he's not all that bothered by the change, but he had no manifestations of those changes just yet. In the dream, it was horns and new ears, but as of yet, all he has are a couple, tender lumps forming beneath his hair.]

Edited 2019-08-04 18:45 (UTC)

[ Half the reason he's bothering to cover himself up is because he doesn't want questions about his junk -- for some reason, that always brings out the curiosity in people. ]

I didn't fly up here.

[ Truth be told, he hadn't actually tried to fly since his wings came in. Their appearance was a bit traumatic, to say the least, and he didn't have a particular interest in testing their flight-worthiness. ]

A building seems like a boring choice. There's more interesting things to climb outside of the city.

[ Even if the outside of the city is dangerous. ]

Is that so? I shall need to escape the city and discover for myself, then. I frankly cannot resist the thrill of exploration. [among other thrills. Everett's people were repressed and it was longstanding wisdom that any Springtide needed and outlet from it. For many it was drinking, smoking, eating, sex...

For Everett, it was adrenaline.]

From this vantage, I can better make out the expanse. That's the Wilde? Off along the horizon there?

[ Berserker doesn't get up or even really move much to see what he's talking about. He lazily turns his head and squints. ]

Yeah. Beyond the walls. If you do go, you better be able to put up a fight...or run away quickly.

[ Infected creatures lay beyond the safety of the wall, ones that could even give a seasoned fighter like himself trouble. Better to warn someone of the danger before they get themselves killed. ]

There's a lot to hold anyone's interest out there.

Hmm, never been much the fighter. I will need to make myself of use another way.[he considers a moment, admiring the view]

Perhaps I will look into driving a caravan. An exploration party is usually in need of transportation. [he has a hodgepodge of skills and being able to control a horse (or other animal) draw carriage may give him an excuse to go out beyond the walls, combat and magic lacking as he is.]

Animals are at risk for infection as much as anyone else. They'd be a liability.

[ Ah, yes, Berserker: crusher of dreams before they even come to fruition. Completely lacking in awareness of other people's comfort, he moves his tail to stretch out alongside of his body, leaving him completely exposed. ]

So you're better off going with more capable people who can make up for your lack of skill.

Edited 2019-08-06 01:10 (UTC)

[Try as he may, Berserker has no yet discouraged Everett! He's a man of determination and keen to solve problems. There's some way he can be useful in an exploration party, even without being a fighter. Far more to travel than just warding off danger.]

Hmm, I see. A navigator could be of use, perhaps? I have charted many the unknown land in my years spent exploring, back home. [There's a brief moment Everett glances back, but he quickly shifts to keep his focus on the horizon. Yep. No reason to focus anywhere else. What a nice skyline..........]

[ He's not even trying to discourage him, per se, just give him a hefty dose of reality. Better that he know now than get himself infected or worse. It's how he shows concern, okay By being a jerk.

Berserker doesn't bother to cover himself back up. This is fine. Everett can deal, he's the intruder, after all. ]/

That would be useful. There are plenty of things non-combatants can do, you just need to be prepared. Otherwise you'll die and disappoint everyone.

Cartography is within my skill set. Well paired with my keen sense of direction, even in the pitch dark. [Everett will take rude, earnest advice over that of sugarcoated platitudes, any day. The former is actually useful, would help prepare him for what exploring this world was like. With some good fortune and past experience on his side, perhaps he won't be an immediate casualty.]

Have you adventured much through the Wilde, good sir?

No. I've been on guard duty outside the walls, though, and even then there are threats.

Small threats, but still infected. If allowed into the city, that could turn into a large threat.

I wouldn't go alone, if you do go. [ That much should've gone without saying, but he has run into...less than clever individuals here. ] At least bring someone who can fight.

Edited 2019-08-08 21:12 (UTC)

I shall keep that at the forefront of my mind. Curious though I may be, returning with corruption about me would be foolish.[The earlier warnings hadn't fallen on deaf ears, but Everett tends to hear such things more as suggestions than orders meant to be followed. He's not an inconsiderate man, bring harm upon others by being irresponsible is something he'll try his best to avoid.]

You are a warrior, sir? Do you know others who would wish to journey across the Wilde? Or would you have a taste for such adventure yourself? [hook him up with them social links, shame lacking dragon man!]

I'm good at fighting, but I don't like it. [ Not because he's opposed to it, but simply because it became boring for the amount of times he was forced to fight and kill to survive. ] And I'm not interested in venturing out there unless it's worth my time.

[ Berserker stretches out completely for just a moment before he sits up. ]

If you're looking for people to join you...A man who goes by Caster might be more interested. He looks similar to me. He's not a monster, though. [ He leans back on his hands as his wings fold down against his back. ] Another man named Lancer may also be interested...Dark hair and golden eyes with a beauty mark. If he goes, then I'll go.

[ He didn't owe Everett this information, but those two did savor a good adventure where they could fight. ]

Ah, Sir Caster! I have met him, he's a fine fellow. [They look similar? Everett forgets his bashfulness, finally overloaded with curiosity to turn back towards Berserker-

That's a dragon dick. Yep.

Everett knew it would be there. He quirks a brow, closes his eyes, clears his throat, and then levels his gaze squarely on Berserker's face and nowhere else. Not a flawless recovery, but pretty good for a prudish Springtide. He repeats what last was on his mind from what Berserker said, a verbal tic of his when he was nervous he never broke out of. Most people don't really notice.]

He looks similar.... y, you don't say. [how dare you give him crass ideas, Berserker! Crass!]

[ Berserker pointedly covers his crotch with his tail while maintaining eye contact. Assert dominance. ]

I don't think you have to worry about that looking similar. [ As if he missed that brief embarrassment. He excels at seizing on weakness and that is a weakness if he's ever seen one. ] Like I said, he's not a monster like me.

Worry is not the word I would use. [he jokes, with mockish confidence to cover up discomfort. He was a man who'd always brute force through his own nerves, fake it till he made it. He will focus up on studying Berserker's face, since apparently that might be similar to Caster's. And it is, curiously enough. Very much the same face, if Everett did not get hung up on the surface level differences, scales and tattoos and such... how intriguing.]

Are you close relatives?

Edited 2019-08-10 16:49 (UTC)

I'm sure you could get him to show you without even trying.

[ Any chance to menace someone who shows a weakness.

Ah, now there's a question he isn't sure how to answer. Alter Servants represent impossibilities of a Heroic Spirit. The true Cú Chulainn can be summoned as a Berserker, but it would be different than the form this one takes. If Cú Chulainn lost his thrill of battle and gave up everything in the name of strength, this is the result. So they are, in effect, the same person with a different history.

So Berserker answers in the most vague way possible. ]

Something like that.

[Something about that makes Everett laugh, hand raising to rub his face with some bashful exasperation. Fiddling with his glasses, he jokes in turn, all this...]

I, I certainly didn't intend to learn as much with you, sir. Yet, here we are. [just an odd and absurd circumstance, but that was just how things tended to go with Everett. He sure is a humor protagonist....]

What a mysterious answer! I would think such a question would yield a simple yes or a no.

This is what you get for climbing things you shouldn't. [ An eyeful of a naked dragon. ] Consider it a lesson for later.

[ There's a moment where his expression grows more severe. It's not a topic he wants to discuss with a relative stranger -- it's not a topic he wants to discuss with anyone, really. ]

It's not simple and that's all I'm going to tell you.

If only such lessons would ever stop me, sir. [Everett isn't a man who is easy to dissuade, especially not from climbing. Besides, they've had a rather intriguing chat, if a bit more visually acquainted than he would have expected]

Now, I could not see you at the time, but I do recognize your voice. I met you within quite the vivid and shared dream, yes? Berserker, if I recall. [he goes a head and removes his glasses for a moment. Ah, yes, that's just a blur of a man. No detail to nudity, when all he can see is a vague shape and some color.]

That's right. You grabbed my tail and you're lucky I didn't run you through for that.

[ He doesn't have his cursed spear with him now (that would be silly). It's not practical to carry, plus carrying a weapon like that around gets you looks. ]

If I'd been less tolerant that day, things would've been different.

[ And Everett would be the second person he killed within a shared dream... ]

[Everett simply quirks his head at that. In part, because he'd never known much fear of dying. In his world, it was a very certain thing, what happened to one's soul after death. So, not being home, not knowing the fate of his soul. That's a curious and novel feeling! And Everett's not fully aware he should be worried]

Would it be so changed? What would have been the consequence of death within such a dream? [if you die in the dream, do you die in real life??]

Nothing. You would've simply woken up.

[ How does he know? Caster. In the shared dream he'd had before arriving here, he'd killed his lighter side in a meaningless squabble. It's why they'd gotten along so poorly at first: the things said to each other in that dream. It was very nearly prophetic, too...but that's neither here nor there right now. ]

But I doubt you'd be so casual around me if I'd killed you then.

[Everett drums his fingers on his lips, still keeping his glasses off. It's much more relaxing to not look at the nude dragon before him, in all that lewd detail...

He can better focus on the idea being presented. And to that he shrugs, not fussed.]

I believe I'd still be more flustered by your nudity than an inconsequential death, sir.

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