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!))