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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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[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.

Then you're an idiot.

[ Ouch. Berserker's not one to mince words, especially not when he judges someone. ]

Not entirely, though, as I can see you're dealing with your discomfort by choosing not to see what's in front of you.

[Everett just laughs off the insult, because he's not a man to take such things seriously. He does many the foolish thing, but that's just how he lives his life. Which hadn't ended yet, so he's doing something correct, surely.]

My discomfort is purely from a strict upbringing. I know I should not mind, especially not in private. As we... seem to be, so high up here. Unless yet another climbs this building today! [wouldn't that be a coincidence! Everett wouldn't actually be flustered in that case, just baffled and impressed by the oddity of it]

If anyone else climbs up here, I'll push them off.

[ Well, his sunbathing is done. He's warm and ... well, happy is pushing it. Content is better. There's not much reason for him to stay up here, so he starts to dress himself. ]

Or I'll leave before that happens. You can stay up here if you want.

[Is that exaggerating? It's probably not. Berserker has a deathly serious manner about him. He'd been petty enough to threaten Everett's life over a mistaken grab of his tail. Pushing someone off a tall building just because it was an absurd coincidence... yeah, that sounds about on par in pettiness.

Everett looks over the edge of the building, as if to check is someone really might be climbing up. No, nothing but distance, a long way down. He feels his stomach sink and there's a visible tightening in his shoulder. Ah, there it is, there's that fear of heights. The climb down wouldn't be so fun, without it]

If you plan to climb down, we could make a race of it. Though you would need to be careful to keep your distance, old boy. I can't flutter down upon leather wings if you knock me off the wall.

[ Ah. A challenge. Changed as his may be, he's still Cú Chulainn and a challenge cannot go ignored. Berserker finishes dressing himself and approaches the edge of the building. ]

I don't need to knock you off to beat you to the ground.

[ There is a thought about jumping straight down and catching himself on the building, but then he thinks back to the last time he had a part in building destruction...No. He's not in the mood to be limited again. ]

I'll even give you a head start.

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I'm not one to take an advantage in vain. Head along at whatever delay you please. [Everett isn't wasting a moment. He'll hop over the rail and get his bearings to begin the descent. He's been climbing since he was a child, there was no shortage of cliffs to scale living below ground. He'd never really stopped, the skill being one he used to travel and for recreation. His moves are focused and precise, he remembers the exact route he took getting up and he can reverse it in his mind to go back down.

He's quick while very safe and cautious, not taking risking moves even for the sake of competition. Any progress being made by Berserker doesn't put him off his stride. He likes a good competition, but he's not bothered to fall behind. Steady and composed is his tactic to win.]

[ Berserker gives him about 10 seconds before beginning his own descent. In contrast to Everett's measured and calculated movements, he's erratic and reckless. Anywhere he can get a handhold, he does and lets himself drop down full body lengths where he can. If he slips, he catches himself with his tail. Is that an unfair advantage? Doesn't matter, he's doing it, anyway.

It's taking an inordinate amount of self-control to not just launch himself off the building and take flight for the first time. But no, he's already determined to do this without his wings. ]

[With that kind of reckless speed, Everett's sure he'll not reach the ground first, lest he wished for a broken leg. He looks out to Berserker with interest, but that is a mistake, making him realize just how high up they still are. Love of climbing, distinct fear of heights....

Everett feels a bit woozy. He knows better than to rush when that happens. He'll hope to a ledge of the building and sit in a window sill.]

Ahaa, my experience is no match for you! I'll be along swiftly... need a moment. [a moment to let his heart slow down is what he needs. He liked to cause his fear to spike, but there was a threshold to how much he could handle. Maybe that's just his age showing...]

[ Berserker allows himself a small, self-satisfied smirk as he reaches the bottom. For what he lacked in style, empathy, and emotional warmth, he more than made for up in sheer reckless abandon. He doesn't even raise a hand to say goodbye or mark his leaving, just looks back over his shoulder. ]

You did well, but it's not enough.

[ And that is how he says goodbye. Cold and cruel as everything else about him. ]

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