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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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[ Waver squirms, but it's only for show. He's not really struggling, and it's easy enough any for Berserker to keep hold of him and drag him closer. With a huff, Waver settles into his lap, twisting his head away ticklishly when Berserker noses at his throat. ]
Stop whining.
[ They really are as bad as one another. ]
You're so needy.
[ Waver says, as if he's not the one who regularly comes over to cuddle if his partner's not around, and whose own neediness is well-known to Berserker by now in various ways. Glass houses and all that.
Waver reaches out to welcome Diarmuid back into the pile once he's done with the fire, kicking some space open for him in the tangle of blankets that had gotten messed up when their positions switched around. ]
Thanks for tending the fire, Diarmuid.
[ Someone appreciates it, see? ]
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Well. Might as well make himself useful anyway.]
It's nothing. [With that, he clambers to his feet, carefully tucking the blanket back around them as he does.] I'm going to fill a warming pan. Do either of you need anything?
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[ He growls at Waver, but it's only pointless posturing. This is just how they get along with each other: bicker like idiots and eventually give in to what they actually want from one another. With a huff, he settles down again. It's not like he's actually going to turn him away when it's this cold. He will, however, take an opportunity to be petty. One of his hands drifts up to Waver's chest and he brushes his thumb over one of his nipples in a deliberate (but gentle) motion.
As much as Berserker wants to say "you", he doesn't. Instead, he settles for shaking his head with a moderately needy glance (as much as that can be interpreted from him, anyway). ]
No, but...hurry back. Please.
[ He's trying to be less of an asshole, really. ]
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Well... if the stove is working, I wouldn't mind some hot tea. But it can wait. Are you sure you're okay?
[ He squirms again in Berserker's lap, but this time it's only to adjust his viewpoint and unpin his tail from between them, peering over at Diarmuid. The apartment is lit only by the fireplace right now, but that's not a problem for his canine eyes, which reflect its warm glow nearly red. ]
I can lend a hand, get it done faster.
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[Diarmuid twists the knobs of the stove a few times but, as expected, whatever kind of magitech was running it is still out of order. No matter. They'll have to do things the old fashioned way. China clinks as he gathers up the various things he needs to make tea, pausing to fill the metal teapot with water and pick up a hot water bottle before heading back over to the fireplace. Forget the warming pan, he can kill two birds with one stone like this.
Careful not to burn himself, he hooks the pot over the fire and sets back onto the nearest cushions. He's not quite under the blankets but he'll withstand a little chill for the time being.]
It almost reminds me of winters at home.
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... More or less, anyway.
He shifts beneath Waver, trying to ignore the unfortunate stirring he feels. Platonic closeness is still a difficult concept for him; he's too used to this kind of contact turning sexual or only initiating it in that context. His touch, in turn, gets a little more deliberate as he strokes Waver's chest and stomach.
When Diarmuid settles back in, he wraps his tail around the witch. ]
Mm...It's less wet, but it is familiar.
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But it seems everything's fine and Waver relaxes as Diarmuid joins them on the blankets again, feeling warmer and pleased with the prospect of hot tea. He really hadn't been trying to excite Berserker, either. Completely oblivious, Waver leans back against his chest, allowing the petting for now.
It feels good... and it's probably helping Berserker keep his hands warm, right? They're mostly hidden under the blankets anyway. Waver settles against him, chest arching a little as he takes a deep breath through his nose. His eyes flick over to Diarmuid. ]
Mm. I'd rather have the rain. But I don't think anyone likes cold this bad, even in winter.