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middaeg2019-12-01 08:55 pm
curruid_coinchenn) wrote in middaeg2019-12-01 08:55 pm
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 situation with Geralt is more delicate. He'd done nothing to influence his decision whatsoever and had simply given him the offer after explaining what a Bond did for him. It was up to the witcher to decide whether or not he trusted Berserker enough to take on the Bond with him and take it as seriously as he needed him to.
It's not like he's going to tell Waver any of this, of course. Berserker sits in silence for a moment, shifting how he lays, like he can't get comfortable. ]
Of course I did. [ He's not surprised that Waver knows they've Bonded -- he is a connecting thread among all of his Bonds, after all. ] He was the one to make the decision.
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[ Waver promises, though he doesn't try to pet Berserker's wings again yet. ]
That was mostly rhetorical. I know Geralt isn't keen on the idea of Bonding. [ Neither was Flat. ]
I'm relieved, honestly. I was starting to get worried. He looked really unwell.
It feels like a small world, but I suppose there aren't too many of us so-called Mirrorbound around anyway, so maybe it's not that surprising.
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[ Geralt had been in very poor shape the last time they'd seen each other. Hell, he was in poor shape the night they bonded. It was until later, after the ceremony and after a certain...release, that he started doing better. They're too similar in a lot of ways for him to be comfortable with...
Berserker shakes off those thoughts for now as he snuggles in closer against Waver. He's so pleasantly warm and familiar... ]
Maybe you just know too many people that I get along with.
[ He's teasing, which is still weird. ]
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[ He remembers how Geralt mentioned his daughter. Someone to survive for, to go back to. Waver doesn't share this with Berserker; it's Geralt's business. He lets out a soft breath. ]
It just happens to be that way. I've got nothing to do with it.
[ At Berserker's snuggling, Waver shifts to sit cross-legged, scooting closer to the fire. He drags one of the blankets over to tuck behind him, keeping his back warm, and resumes running his fingers over the ridges of Berserker's back and his tucked-down spines. ]
Is it weird?
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Nevermind that, there are pleasant cuddles to be had. He starts to purr again, his eyes sliding shut for a moment. It's hard for him to not want to fall asleep like this, safe and warm with a friend (yes, a friend!!). ]
Is what weird...? Being Bonded to more people, their connection to you, or laying in your lap like this, letting you pet me like a cat?
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I meant the first one. Two feels intense sometimes, so three sounds like it takes getting used to.
...but honestly, all of the above. [ Their connection to him in particular. Small world, as he said. Technically, among the Mirrorbound, perhaps it is. ]
Well, you are purring like a cat. You seem to like it.
[ Very gently, as promised, Waver strokes two fingers along the thin skin of Berserker's left wing. ]
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[ Maybe it was a bad idea to take on two new Bonds so close to each other. It's been a weird adjustment so far and he's struggling with it more than he'd like to admit. Too many conflicting emotions within him and he quietly shuts down for a few minutes until he can make sense of it. ]
And, as far as your connection to them...I feel like an intruder, in some ways. [ Especially with Flat and Diarmuid. It's not a pleasant feeling and he tries not to think about it too much. ] Like I'm involving myself in all of your relationships without meaning to.
[ An emotional vulnerable, if sleepy confession. ]
I'm only letting you do this because I trust you.
[ His wing stretches out in response, the membrane looking especially delicate at this size. It feels nice, if a little odd -- this is much different than the usual context someone explores how sensitive his wings are. Still, it just makes him relax further, enough that he's on the verge of sleep in Waver's lap. ]
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[ Waver hesitates, trying to decide how honest to be, but finally he admits softly: ]
Honestly, it's kind of a relief. It means I can keep you all close in some way or another. I don't know why it's such a relief to feel that way, but...
[ He sighs, shrugs. Actually, he does know. At least, he has some idea. Damned dog instincts.
Not that this is really a bad one, though. ]
I'm flattered. [ Waver responds to being told he's trusted with a quipping tone, but his smile is real. ] Of course I wouldn't hurt you. Don't be paranoid.
[ Besides, Waver has trusted him with a lot before this. A little vulnerability on Berserker's part instead of just his this time, even if it's in a very different way, is somehow satisfying. ]
Are you still cold? Do you want me to pull the blanket on top of you, or is that worse?
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He opens one eye to look at Waver, very sleepy at this point. The feeling of security combined with the warmth from the fire and Waver himself has him completely relaxed and at ease. Very few people outside of those he's Bonded to get to see this side of him. He's relaxed enough he can't even bite back about the paranoid remark. ]
I'm fine, I'm warm enough this way...
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[ Waver smiles faintly, and once again resumes gently stroking his warm fingers over Berserker's back and wings. He doesn't try to keep chatting with the obviously sleepy dragon, spending some time just enjoying the novel feeling of his cool scales beneath his fingertips.
It's actually very relaxing. With Berserker nodding off, and the soothing rhythm of his breathing and the petting getting to Waver too, it's not too long before Waver decides that he's not entirely comfortable in a sitting-up position.
Gently, trying not to wake him -- or at least not too much -- Waver shifts to slide Berserker off his lap and onto the blankets. He'll adjust the nest accordingly, intending to curl up alongside him by the fire. ]
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At least they'll be a cute surprise waiting for Diarmuid when he comes home. ]