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Deceuer Quests, Full Moon, and Catch-all [Open]
Who: Berserker! (Cú Chulainn Alter) and you!
When: Throughout Deceuer
Where: Various places
What: Quests, full moon things, and more
Warnings: Violence, nsfw
[ 1A. Knuckle Crack the Bone (Ethical Bones) ]
[ 1B. Walk Me to the Graveyard (Ethical Bones pt. 2) ]
[ 2. Setting Up Shop (City-wide Quest #2) ]
[ 3. Small But Dangerous (Full moon) ]
[ 4. Wildcard ]
When: Throughout Deceuer
Where: Various places
What: Quests, full moon things, and more
Warnings: Violence, nsfw
[ 1A. Knuckle Crack the Bone (Ethical Bones) ]
[ Well, at least his hoarding instinct can be put to good use. Since he favors skulls, giving up the smaller bones he typically collects is no problem. The problem is, though, that Berserker's methods are not what one would consider "ethical": the bones he collects tend to be from the animals he hunts for food.
He can be found just outside the bright wall, stripping meat from the carcass of what used to be a deer (mostly with his hands, a knife is utilized only when necessary). As the ribs are revealed, he breaks them off cleanly from the spine and sets them aside. His work is meticulous and it's all he's focused on...Seemingly, anyway. As he's being observed, he speaks without stopping his work. ]
If you want the bones, you're out of luck. Find your own.
[ 1B. Walk Me to the Graveyard (Ethical Bones pt. 2) ]
[ This time Berserker can be found further out of the city, armed with Gae Bolg (his spear) and ... a shovel? In his time spent outside of the city, he's located makeshift graves. What are graves full of? Bones. His methods may not be "ethical", but it's unlikely these bones will be missed.
Knee deep in a half-dug hole, he busies himself finding the bones beneath the loose earth. He carefully sifts through the dirt, leaving the bones he finds in a neat pile by the stone marking the grave. Again, his attention seems to be completely focused on his task until he hears something close. In an instant, Gae Bolg is in his hand, leveled at whatever made the noise. ]
What are you doing out here?
[ It might sound threatening if it weren't so apathetic. ]
[ 2. Setting Up Shop (City-wide Quest #2) ]
[ Of course Berserker's going to help Waver and Caster set up shop. He's grown quite fond (and protective) of Waver, partially due to them being Bonded to the same person. Caster...He owes a lot to Caster, too. This is the least he can do. He can be fond doing whatever requires the strength of a dragon, but mostly cleaning. Sweeping, mopping, scrubbing...
He does stop eventually, though, to take a break. He takes a seat in the corner where there's a number of bottles of ale: his gift of encouragement for those helping to get this place set up. As he settles in for a little rest, he opens up a bottle and takes a drink. Noticing someone nearby, he offers an unopened one. ]
If you want to take a rest for a moment, here.
[ 3. Small But Dangerous (Full moon) ]
[ Unlike last month, Berserker is conserving warmth by taking on his smaller form. About the size of a large housecat, it's much easier to keep warm when he's this small. He can mostly be found around familiar places, curled up on hearths in the shops or bars he frequents. He can be recognized in this form by the crimson scales beneath his eyes that mimic his tattoos.
If someone disturbs him, he pops his head up and hisses, baring his mouthful of sharp teeth. ]
I'm not a pet. Try that again and you'll regret it.
[ 4. Wildcard ]
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The stupid question that fell out of Trevor's mouth is enough for Berserker to suddenly stop...and cut himself. The knife slips and cuts into the side of his wrist beneath a patch of scales there. It's quite sharp so blood already begins to well to the surface.
Annoying.
Berserker drops the knife and presses his hand against the wound. Did he bring some extra cloth with him...? ]
... You're an idiot, you know that? [ He flicks his blood-covered (partially his, partially deer) hand up towards Trevor, droplets of blood speckling the tree trunk. At least he was mostly done when he did this. ] A drink beforehand. A flight after. I didn't think I'd have to spell that out for you.
[ Blood flows in a steady trickle down his left arm now. He starts to look for something clean to put pressure on it again in his things. ]
gently warns for blood and stuff??
[ A joke he means to say.
Though was it really???But then Berserker goes and cuts his wrist and the sound of blade cutting flesh pierces his ears in a way that is so surreal and intimate, it has Trevor's eyes snap open wide. The splashing of blood against the tree trunk, the crimson warmth that slides down the dragon's wrist, it ignites a desire within the center of Trevor's chest and he feels himself drawn to the blood that trickles freely from the open wound.He nearly jumps from the tree branch he's taken for his seat, the desire to be closer to the warmth that silently begs to be touched with his tongue so overwhelming... but he catches himself, thankfully. Grabs tight to the tree he had been resting against and rather than leap down for Berserker, he finds himself sliding off the tree and dropping down with a loud THUD to the ground as he falls. Right into the cold earth.
Groaning, he pushes himself up with a hand and glances over to Berserker then... where eyes immediately draw to the blood... and Trevor swallows thickly as he pushes himself back against the trunk of the tree. Where the blood is splattered as well. Shit. ]
You're such an asshole!
[ Is what he growls at the dragon as he quickly crawls away from that tree and over to another one, breathing heavy as he presses himself against that trunk, eyes squeezed shut and trying to count sheep or something in his head. Fluffy white sheep. Fluffy white sheep jumping over a fence. Fluffy white sheep jumping over a fence and covered in blood.
...
Shit. ]
Fucking- patch that up or something!
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[ The dull thud of vampire hitting the ground is enough to get his attention off of his immediate problem. If he had any sort of humor left in him right now, he'd laugh; his limited sense of humor is on break right now (small favors).
He finds a length of off-white cloth to use as a makeshift bandage in his bag and tears off a piece. It's futile to wipe up the excess right now; he settles for wrapping it around the wound. The problem is that he can't tie it off one-handed, so he just holds onto it. Berserker's kind enough to not ask Trevor for help, at least.
Well, sort of. Not really. ]
Tie this off for me, then.
[ The cloth is already beginning to soak through in places. Never let it be said that Berserker uses dull tools. ]
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[ That flies out his mouth without so much as a second thought. He wants him to what?? Him. Trevor fucking Belmont. Who is turning into a goddamn VAMPIRE and vampires LIKE BLOOD. He's either a shitty excuse for a pal or lost his goddamn mind. Or both.
But. But. Berserker sort of can't tie off his bandage with one hand, that much is true and so Trevor mutters a string of curses under his breath as he gives pause. Takes a deep breath. Then crawls his way over with eyes barely shut, hoping that maybe not seeing the blood seeping through the bandage might make this be a whole lot easier to deal with. For both of them. ]
I hate you.
[ He mumbles that as he quickly reaches for the ends of the bandage with trembling fingers and makes haste in tying it securely... and maybe a bit tighter than intended, too. ]
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Berserker breathes out a sigh. ]
... But I appreciate it.
[ He yanks his arm away from Trevor, if only to lessen any temptation on his part. The dragon could have been considerably crueler, if he'd chosen to act on his petty impulse. It is tied too tightly, but that's fine -- it helps to slow the bleeding. He can feel his arm throb with his pulse, which is not a great sign. It's fine, he tells himself again. ]
You have more self-control than I expected.
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[ Because he knows there's going to come a day where he'll more or less lose his mind and want blood to the point where he very well may kill for it. He doesn't want to. He wants to fight that temptation- that carnal desire slowly bleeding to life throughout his entire body. But he's a hunter, has learned about and killed vampires for years now. He knows what's going to happen and he hates it.
Pulling back, he moves away from the dragon though lingers a little close by, dropping himself against the trunk of the tree (the one WITHOUT the blood splatters) and pulls his knees to his chest, arms wrapping around them as a means to keep himself steady. ]
It's getting more difficult as the days go on.
[ He's worried about the upcoming full moon, if he's honest. ]
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I know the feeling. It gets harder and harder to control yourself and the urges that come with it.
[ He feels no threat from the other man, not really. There's no harm in being honest with him and sharing his vulnerability. ]
You will have to accept it eventually, even if you hate it. [ Something he knows Trevor already knows. Berserker hesitates before continuing, knowing this offer will likely be scoffed at. ] And...if you really need it, I will share my blood with you.
[ It's a genuine offer, though. It would give him the blood he needs and keep others safe from any feral incidents. ]
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You said you became a killing machine or something, didn't you?
[ Trying to... recall that one conversation of theirs. ]
Obviously you accepted it. But didn't you try and fight it? Try and remain as you were? Who you were?
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The question makes Berserker stop what he's doing. His entire body goes stiff; his tail even straightens out entirely, the tip flicking slightly with irritation. It strikes a nerve to be asked such a question...His identity is a difficult one and he's only just now starting to get over the bitter resentment that surrounded it. ]
When all you can do is kill in order to survive, you can do nothing to save yourself. [ He stabs his knife into the ground, trying to ignore the burning resentment in his chest. That's no longer who he is; he is no longer that shadow to the light of Cú Chulainn. He has his own name, his own identity, but he cannot erase what made him this way. ] I tried to hold onto anything I could, but I gave up everything for the strength to survive. It was either accept what I had to do for the strength to survive or die...and I would not let myself die.
[ And yet, in a way, he let himself die in a more metaphorical sense. Berserker can't bring himself to look at Trevor as anger at his own life and existence flares up.
He lets the anger burn white hot for a moment before it snuffs itself out. The emptiness and apathy that normally fill him take its place. He smooths the hide out to check his work. ]
...Do you want to know my name?
[ Not his True Name, but the name Caster gave to him. It's more his name than his True Name ever was and it's no longer a reminder of the fact he was an impossibility. ]
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But confusion gently touches him when Berserker asks him that and he comes to lift his gaze from the cold earth around him. ]
Only if you want to give it to me.
[ And he's soft as he says that. No insult, no scoffing to be done. Not even an are you fucking kidding me to come. Just gentle and genuine. Things Trevor can be when he's not so wrapped up in his own burdens and anger and sorrows that he carries. ]
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A Berserker is what I am...what I used to be. It's not my name, but what I can do, what my use was to a Master.
[ Servants are a lot to explain, too. He leaves it at that. ]
Ciarán Cú is my name. [ There's a faint, but significant pride in his tone. Something of his own, an identity of his own... ] You can call me whatever you like.
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I don't really have another name to go by. [ Treffy is NOT A THING ok?? ] It's just Trevor Belmont. House of Belmont. Last of the Belmonts. Monster hunter extraordinaire. Or, I was.
[ Can he still be considered such a thing here? ]
Ciarán then.
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So you do have a name besides Belmont.
[ It's teasing, which is weird to hear from Berserker. Satisfied with his work, he starts to pack the cleaned hide away with the rest of the carcass. He ignores the throbbing in his arm from the too tight bandage and the feeling of blood drying on his skin for now. The bones will need to dry for a few days before he can sell them... ]
You could probably still be a monster hunter. You'd just be more reviled than ever...Unless you stuck to shades and the Cwyld infected.
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But Berserker smiling is... strange, though he's not about to call him out on it. They've both been dealt with shitty hands so who is he to stop the dragon from actually feeling something that isn't negative or apathetic? ]
So, not any different than what I'm used to, is what you're saying.
[ Just like home. Is he also going to get shit and stuff thrown at him? ]
Good to know, I guess.
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Satisfied with his work, he stands up and gathers the now neatly packaged deer. He silently offers once of the waxed cloth-wrapped parcels of meat to Trevor as an apology of sorts; he did kind of feel bad about the whole slicing his arm thing. ]
But for different reasons than the church smearing your family's name.
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Same shit, different world.
[ He mutters as he sits there against the trunk of the tree for a moment longer before he comes to push himself up, wanting to ensure that he's not about to lose control or anything of certain urges deep within. ]
Thanks.
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You will find something that suits your skills...Either adapt or die.
[ An assessment of his own.
He nods in response to the thanks and turns to leave. Before he does, though, he glances back at Trevor. ]
If you can't stand it any longer, remember my offer.
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[ Because that's how one becomes a vampire after all. Nothing he can do about it.
But he gives pause when Berserker reminds him of the offer given and stands there, unsure of what to say or even feel about that. He still intends to fight it. To keep himself from giving into the desire to drink blood. For as long as he can, he'll fight it and if it were up to him, he'd let himself perish going down with that fight. The last of the Belmonts... turning into a fucking vampire. ]
Right. I'll... keep it in mind.
[ Reluctantly. ]
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[ Smart ass, he doesn't say but he sure thinks it. Trevor's a gloomy bastard and sometimes Berserker questions why he keeps letting him bother him. Then...he remembers he's actually pretty reliable for being a generally drunken asshole. That and people put up with his own generally shitty attitude for some reason. Surely there's a reason they keep willingly dealing with each other. ]
Don't let yourself go feral. That's my parting advice to you.
[ And he goes, mostly because he doesn't want to give Trevor a chance to come back to that. It will just prolong them gently (or maybe not so gently) sniping at each other. He's getting better about not encouraging bad behavior -- at least when said bad behavior causes him irritation. ]