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Quest 2 and catch-all [OPEN]

Who: Cú Chulainn aka Caster and you
When: Quest prompts first half of the month, custom starters/wildcards can be for all of Deceuer
Where: Harbor for Quest
What: Quest 2 - The Tatto parlor in the making, and a Snow-In emergency
Warnings: none so far

I. Cleaning the place 1nd - 5th, 11th-15th

A)

[ The place Caster and Waver managed to rent is spacious, but unfortunately also very dirty. And in total disarray. It was once used as a tattoo salon, but as the original owner (named William) aged and found other hobbies it slowly turned into a mix of storage, game house... illegal distillery. The old man visits the shop occasional content to let the new generation clean it, sometimes striking a conversation with those who come to help. He was once a tattoo artist, you see, but then he went blind on the sea what a terrible story— ah, it's not like he can't see, the magically enhanced glasses are a godsend even if they did cost an arm and leg; but his hands turned shaky with age— ah, no, it's not a problem anymore, thank you, he got a Coven-made ointment for that they're steady now; as such continues the list of various stories and terrible injuries, that did not have the lasting dire consequences they should have, and if allowed to go long enough one might wonder, how many of them actually happened—

Cú doesn't let the old sailor torment people who came to help for (too) long though, so sooner or later you can expect a rescue. ]

The old man got some interesting stories to tell, just don't fall for his tricks or he won't ever stop making fun of you

B)

[ Have you brought items? Furniture? Or are you here to help with painting, cleaning, moving stuff (throwing it away)? Any help is welcome and appreciated. And of course paid, in money or services, however is prefered. Inside, in the main room, there is also prepared a refreshment place. Few (clean) chair. light snacks, hydrating drinks even citrus-scented towels— since it is rather hot inside and working out makes it only more so. ]

Get rest and something to eat whenever you need it. Worry not, it's all on house. [ Not getting a cut from the payment for being fed! ]

II. Paid in services, 3rd-5th evenings, 12th-15th

[ For those who decided to be paid in free services, that is a free enchanted tattoo, they are able to get it starting on the 3rd. Cú leaves that for evenings when most of the commotion is gone, and even people on the streets moved to nearby taverns. It's harbor though, wind carrying sea shanties and sounds of partying is never going to stop, even if it was late at night. ]

Have you decided what kind of spell do you want? And where. [ He gestures at an antiqued screen with paintings of colorful bird that looks so distinctly un-Aefenglomian it must be an import. The colors are faded, but it's in good condition. One of the accepted items from anonymous donor ] If on your back, there's a place to lie down behind the screen. Let me know when you're ready.

[ Very professional! Privacy is important. ]

III Snow in - Blackout; 6th-7th

[ When the blizzard starts, staying inside the soon-to-be parlor seems like a good idea. Then it intensifies and suddenly it's no longer it's being smart and staying inside. Suddenly it's being stuck. Caster proceeds on lockings the shutters on the windows, the last thing they need is one of the windows to give in. ]

If you want to go home, that's the last moment we could try. Where's your place, I'll walk you back. [ He grabs a blanket because yes this might be useful— and then the magitech lights flicker several times before giving out entirely. Caster curses under his breath. If the magitech light goes out, it means magitech heaters soon will follow. ] Well, shit.

IV Wildcard

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[ They are two delinquents, so it fits. The fact that they are capable of this kind of adulting is on its own incredible. ]

Funny that you ask. Magically charged jewelry acting as batteries is part of the whole parlor idea. [ Caster only grins and brings a box that he puts on the table and opens for Berserker to see. It's filled with jewelry of various kinds, and there is a lot of earrings, some are not made for ears. ]

It's still in a testing phase, so we're using bracelets— [ They're not invasive as opposed to piercings ] —but if you'd want to help with testing...

[ He'll gladly stab— pierce you, that's what he's saying. ]

Hm...I'd be willing to help.

[ He takes a long drink, knowing he's getting in over his head already. It's just an accepted fact this will probably turn into some kind of stupid and petty competition. Ultimately it's harmless...Mostly, anyway. ]

Maybe you should try a few, too. [ It's because he's edging towards drunk that he makes this comment. ] You seemed to like it well enough when I pierced you the last time.

[ Not the dream stabbing, but the mist "stabbing" -- much more fun for everyone involved. ]

[ Who is the goblin here... Caster was just taking a swig on the nicely cooled ale and now he is forced to spit-take all over the table.

Look. He was trying really hard to not think about it. Trying really hard to not remember it. He was doing so good and now Berserker just derails that plan, brings it up (brings certain memories up too of that night too, including that time when Nel called him a masochist.), and Caster has to scramble for tissue to wipe his face. And the table. ]

Fuck you, Ciarán— [ Not in a fun way, or...? ] I bet your hands are not steady enough to do that well.

[ Not like he's the one talking, being equally tipsy and all. But hey. Challenge. ]

[ He'd hadn't quite been expecting that reaction, a smug smirk crawling across his face. It's not like he really remembered much beyond flashes here and there. It felt so much like a dream that part of him said that just to confirm it did happen. Well, now he's sure that it did.

Berserker narrows his eyes as he slugs down the rest of his bottle. ]

Are you challenging me? I'll show you just how steady my hands are.

[ And yet, Caster still can be found wearing the crescent moon pendant carved from bone he received. Whatever happened that night, did not put them at odds again. Even if it has been in a sense— extreme.

From nearly killing each other, to that. Seems like they're forever going to simply adjust to what's between them as it goes. And probably drink a copious amount of alcohol along the way. ]

I am— [ Of course he is. ] Proposing a fair deal. I'm itching to pierce you—. [ No pun intended (?) ] —but if your hands are as good as you claim them to be then—

[ Shrugs. What there could be. Some undefined reward. Alternatively, he also could offer Berserker another part-time job. With more and more ideas to put in motion, he's not going to be able to pull it all alone. ]

[ It makes him feel an indescribable warm feeling to see Caster wearing that pendant. A simple gift, certainly, but one that had a deep meaning for him to give away.

That warmth gives way to a petty determination. ]

Fine. If you're so interested in seeing my skills, I'll demonstrate them for you. [ A smirk crawls across his face. ] It's a more permanent mark than I'm used to leaving...

[ The pendant holds all kinds of meanings, whether they are the same or different for each for them? Does it matter? Caster wears it proudly, just like he does the ear cuff made by Archer.

The implication of marking though. Great, now it has sent a shiver down his spine. ]

Mmm... can't wait. Let's see how long we can get it going. [ Until they don't pass out of alcohol consumption, most likely. Neither knows how to give up. Caster picks up an eyebrow ring, with simple flat onyx and puts it to Berserker brow. ] I will give you this—

[ Speaking of marks... A simple, but also immediately visible thing— can't miss that. Also good for a starter. ] Or is it too bold for you?

[ Berserker looks vaguely offended at that. This is the man with tattoos on his face. ]

Nothing is too bold, [ he remarks coolly. In turn, he fishes out a more flashy piece, a curved ring meant for the navel. ] As for you...This will suit you, I think. Gives you more excuse to not wear a shirt, too.

[ ... It's still so weird to hear him tease people. ]

[ Now this will be a man with shinies in his face too. ]

That's a good one! How scandalous~ [ Like he'd care, as any of them would care about shirts. Following the local fashion happened only when there was really absolutely no choice. As surprised as he was for a moment with the choice given, it quickly grows on him. Caster was going to suggest a tongue piercing, but since Berserker suddenly ups the stakes way higher than he expected—

He takes out two nipple rings instead and presents them to Berserker ] These for you, because you don't need a shirt either.

[ A beat ]

And I can throw in a chain for a good measure.

Hm...Maybe you'd like the same, too, unless you're too afraid for it. Or... [ He fishes out a long, plain barbell of polished metal. ] A bar for your ear. Through the rim on either side.

[ Berserker grins very briefly. ]

I wonder how much you can take. You don't handle pain as well as I do.

[ Caster doesn't hide his interest for either of these suggestions. Though aside for the aesthetic effect, these kind of things sound interesting to play with- so to speak. They are setting themselves for ~consequences~ later.

That train of thought is broken by Berserker's last suggestion which is met with a huff ]

Bold of you to assume you're the only tough one here. [ Ah yes, he walked right into that. But then he does find a chain and as promised hands it to Berserker ] Yet you're going to be the one whimpering when someone pulls it.

[ Enjoy snd have lots fun with this Diarmuid. And unknown whoever else too ]

Let's get to this. [ They can start and continue upping the stakes there. And just to prove his readiness he throws off what passes as his shirt. That he puts on display some indecent marks is his last concern ]

Fine. Do you want to start or should I?

[ Whoever gets the needle first is of no consequence to him. All that matters is proving he can take it more times than Caster. A petty, pointless contest, so perfect for the two of them. ]

[ Caster takes a full swig from the bottle and stands away from the table. ]

I'm getting tools you— [ He gestures in the direction of the decorative screen, behind which is a large, adjustable chair. And good magitech lightning ] Wait for me, and undress.

[ The unspoken, "take booze with you" lingers. ]

[ As if he's going to abandon his booze. And as if you have to ask him to strip!

Berserker simply nods, picks up his drink (and another bottle for later), and heads behind the screen. All of the clothing on his upper body is shed quickly and left in a neat pile. Even with the heat working now, it's still chilly enough to him that goosebumps form on his skin.

He settles down in the chair with his drink, shuffling around until it's comfortable for his wings and tail. ]

[ Caster returns soon, again with boxes of the tools. He got the basics explained to him, It's Fine, how hard it could be? It's just like precise stabbing on a very small (usually sensitive) area.

It's going to be Fine. Sharp objects and them just fits. He runs his hand on Berserker's temple as if he was teasing starting there— but then he slides down his face, his neck and onto his chest, with a smirk. ]

So where are we starting? Given your unimpressed reaction for the first suggestion, I'm guessing— [ It's the second option, isn't it? ]

[ There's no change in Berserker's expression as Caster touches him, just a slight quickening of his pulse. Ah...It shouldn't be exciting and yet, his body betrays him. There's a certain thrill about this stupid game. ]

You'd be right. Your second suggestion...Start there.

[ One of the first tools to come out, is not a needle. Not yet. It's a bottle of ointment that he started to use for tattoos preparation. Disinfectant, and mildly enchanted with healing properties, to avoid complications later. ]

Hope you don't mind lavender— I had no choice for the tester provided. [ And he ain't going to turn down free things, especially when they can be of use. He says as he pours a bit onto his fingers, circles nipple smearing a generous amount onto it.

It doesn't feel as clinical as it should, even if the glint in Berserker's gaze was to be ignored. ]

[ The scent doesn't bother him actually, quite the contrary -- Berserker uses lavender as a way to soothe him to sleep when it eludes him. A little secret he keeps to himself, however. ]

It doesn't matter to me what it smells like... [ He can't fight his body's reaction once again and his nipple starts to stiffen underneath the attention. His eyes narrow. ] Are you finished or are you going to toy with me? [ His neutral expression turns to a brief, but vicious smirk. ] We can play later, if that's what you're interested in...Business first, pleasure later.

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