ONE-MAN WAR.

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Mini Cu boops Berserker's nose with his paw.

“ ... what do you want. ”

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hey you don't have fleas right

depends on what you consider a flea ...

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mysteriousridxr:

     avinia tensed up further as he got even closer, but he wasn’t making any move to attack her, so she slowly allowed her arm to lower away from her weapon and back onto the handle of the saddle (she wouldn’t want it to be tired if she needed it to fight later, after all.)

     bold move? well, some bold moves had to be made. she was not a coward, and it doesn’t matter what he thinks. regardless of what kind of ‘man’ (with all of those monstrous spikes jutting out of his body, she really wasn’t quite sure what to call him) this person was, she would not back down. she was brave, and if he was going to cause trouble, she’d have to stop him. her goal was to avoid conflict if possible, but if not possible…

     the fact that he was smiling was rather unpleasant and unsatisfactory for her. whatever he found amusing about this, she certainly didn’t. she just continued to glare as she listened to his words. it seemed his tone changed, but she couldn’t put too much weight into that right now. she had to pay more attention to what he was actually saying.

     “i did not mean to insult you. i perceived that you were suspicious because this is a strange place for people to be relaxing, alone, this late into the night. not to mention that, as you pointed out yourself, you don’t look to be any regular human. i have no plans to attack you, only to defend myself,” she paused.

     “and i’m not foolish.”

Her unflinching glare met his own, and he watched her carefully as she responded ... well, if she only planned to defend herself, than this conversation was over. A bit of a shame; his spear had been itching for action. He was not one to attack so pointlessly without an order for it, and here, there was no one to give him such a command. He looked at her -- well, this one had a spine, but that same sense of justice and hope shone bright ... he shook his head and sighed. Talking always seemed to wear him out; especially talking with children.

“ This conversation is over, then, as I have no plans to attack you, child. ”

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good to know my approval rating is already off the charts!

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me, jokingly, as i apped besercu: maybe ill rp mini cu chan once or twice. that’d be funny!

me, now:

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fennid:

　　 　 It could easily be said that being called by his proper name is what’s throwing him off, but it would be a baldfaced lie. It certainly is strange to be addressed as such as a Servant, but stranger still is the small creature looking up at him with a crummy, crumby face. Needless to say, it takes Diarmuid a moment to respond. 

　　 　 “I… yes. I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, of the Knights of Fianna.” What little confidence he regains in introducing himself is quickly lost when he remembers who asked for it in the first place. From his summoning until now, this is without a doubt the most peculiar thing to have happened. He can hardly say what the little creature is, though an argument could certainly be made for a very small person… who is perhaps half shrimp or scorpion. To tell the truth, if it hadn’t been munching on chips when he entered, he might not have realized it was animate at all.

　　 　 As much as he would prefer to simply ask where his alleged partner is, Diarmuid is in no hurry to appear rude, even to this little mans. “I understand that I have been partnered with Cú Chulainn.” ( Cú Chulainn!!! )

Diarmuid ... well, it’s a name he had heard before. The larger him might have some more strong opinions of the man, but this little one was mostly neutral towards the bigger, kinder, better, wonderful perfect angelic man of a Celt for better or for worse. He stuffs more chips into his mouth as Diarmuid processes ... whatever it is he’s processing, and crunches on them as he formally introduces himself.

When Diarmuid all but asks where Cú Chulainn is, as if he wasn’t already talking to him, he swallows his mouthful and stands up. He waddles across the couch cushions and climbs up on the arm rest, looking up at the Servant before him. Holding out a hand, a tiny, but still very pointy, Gáe Bolg is summoned into it; with no panache whatsoever it’s held at his side, almost as if he just did it to prove that he could.

The tiny, crappy Cú opens his mouth and speaks in a voice far too deep for a little mans like himself to have.

“ Yes, Diarmuid. I am Cú Chulainn ... but I am not the one you are partnered with. ” He pauses. “ . . . I think. ”

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　　 　 “Our system has located a partner by the name Cú Chulainn.”

　　 　 Cú Chulainn. The hound of Culann and famous hero of Ulster —— Ireland’s own Child of Light. His is a name seared into history through his relentless acts of heroism over the course of his short life. His legacy shines as brightly as any sun, and if the legends are true, his very being should radiate a similar light. Perhaps it stands to reason that one hero would be paired with another, but the very idea of being tied so deeply to perhaps the Irish hero is the stuff of dreams. Had he the chance to meet a singular spirit from the Throne of Heroes, there would be no hesitation: Cú Chulainn would be that spirit. Against all odds, the chance has finally arrived…

　　 　 … Or has it? Diarmuid detects only one other mana signature when he enters the apartment that is supposedly his, and it belongs to the… to whatever’s sitting on the couch.

　　 　 “Um… hello? … This must be the wrong address…”

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‘Make sure no one breaks in’ was the main command the “big one” had given the “little one” before leaving for the day. To do what, the little one wasn’t positive of. Perhaps simply to explore the city some more, or to buy some groceries, or to figure out where he could buy more heavy metal music.

What this tiny crappy man did know was that this place had a television with more channels than he had spikes, a couch more comfortable than that old annoying Druid Caster’s cloak, and enough chips to get him through the day. So that’s what he was doing as Diarmuid walked in - lying across the couch, watching the X-Games with legitimate interest in his eyes as he munched on a bag of chips bigger than he was.

He didn’t move a muscle as Diarmuid walked in, but as the poor confused Lancer spoke up, he vaguely turned to face him and offered a small wave - if only to confirm that he was not an inanimate stuffed animal. Though, the noise of him munching and crunching on salt & vinegar goodness should have made that plenty clear.

“ Ah. Are you Diarmuid? ”

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@osciillate liked for a starter

Berserker ... needed a drink. That’s all. Just ... a soda. Not diet, of course. He had used vending machines before; Chaldea had one or two, though they didn’t require money from the servants. This one was no different. The monster of a man had punched in his choice of drink, pushed a few coins into the slot, and, as the drink dropped to the bottom with a clunk, he wriggled his tail into the slot to retrieve it. But ...

...

... it got stuck, caught in the gap. With a glare, he rattled the machine trying to free himself. The defenseless machine made ungodly noises as it clung to gravity for dear life, a few miscellaneous drinks falling down to the bottom from his rage. Berserker all but growled, loud enough for anybody nearby to hear.

“ You will not make a fool of me, useless hunk of metal. Release me. ”

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YOUR LOVE STYLE IS PRAGMA.

You believe love is logical - or at least it should be. You've thought a lot about what you want from someone, and to say you have a checklist would be an understatement. You may even have a plan for how you will fall in love -- all you've got to do is meet the perfect person!

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tagging: anyone who also wants an excuse to swipe this from the dashboard 🤘

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@calamityclass.

The world that they have found themself in is strange, to say the least – the number of people roaming is almost enough to make Enkidu uncomfortable, each presence brushing against their own, but at the same time it feels almost nostalgic — they can barely remember the last time they dwelt among so many humans. Still, it’s reassuring to them that among the city life, the place where they live is surrounded by little pockets of nature.

They try now to find the garden they can feel in the forefront of their mind, following the instinct that they have trusted since creation to lead them. As they walk through the halls of the complex, though, another presence dawns on them; one they should have felt much sooner, given the strength of the mana signature. One of the Servants that they’ve felt within the city confines, yet which lacked immediacy, urgency, until now.

When they round the corner they see him, and though they appear relaxed, every muscle in their body is lively, vying for them to move or fight. But they don’t — instead, they speak. Their voice is clear but soft, almost as though they’re greeting an old friend instead of a potential enemy. ❝ You… are a Servant, aren’t you? ❞

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What a coincidence - Berserker was also highly put off by the number of people wandering the streets of this world. Compared to the sparse hallways of Chaldea traveled almost exclusively by people he fought with alongside in battle, the countless number of strangers here was alienating, somehow. In Chaldea he almost felt as if the stares were wearing off; here, they were back full force. Oh well - in the complex, at least, there were fewer people to stare at him as if he might strike out at any moment.

As the Lancer calls out to him, he turns. 

“ Ah? ”

A Servant ... well, yes. But the only kind of person who would be able to know such a thing would be a fellow Heroic Spirit. But the one before them looked almost comically plain in comparison; it was impossible to guess at first glance what class they might belong to, let alone their true name.

“ Yes. I am Berserker. Who would you be? ”

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ornamentaldoll:

He’s scolding her, of course - and she deserves it. She doesn’t seem put off in the least, merely nodding her head and lowering her eyes from his face. Still, it’s not terribly sad, merely an acceptance.

“You are correct - I had ought to have been watching it closer. Excuses mean little, truth told, but it was one of the items given to me… I had wanted to read it…” Her voice is still soft.

She could justify it, that she got bumped and wasn’t used to that, had only experienced it years and years ago, but she feels no need to do so; she doesn’t think it will accomplish much.

One of the items given to her ... in that welcoming package, he assumes. A book ... well, that is certainly more useful than the stuffed creature he received. How fortunate of her, and how in line with his luck. He looks (slightly) down on this girl for a few moments before rolling his eyes and speaking once more.

“ Enough. Do you know where you last saw it? ” 

Hopefully she did; the fact that he was willing to help her at all was already leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

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mysteriousridxr:

     she quickly came to the conclusion that she preferred ‘mildly irritated’ over…whatever this was from this guy.

     the sudden more-serious hostility from him immediately triggered the ‘fight’ response in frostfang. he leaned forward onto his front paws in a fight stance, the attachments that made his wings spreading slightly to prepare him for takeoff at a moment’s notice, and he growled as his tail swished apprehensively behind him. avinia changed into an even-more-serious stance as well, her right hand leaving the handle on the saddle to reach for the hunting horn strapped to her back, but she didn’t grab it quite yet.

     yes, with that little speech… he wasn’t trustworthy. involved or not, it was best to be apprehensive about him.

     “you seem pretty self-aware, but i’m not afraid of you,” while she may have the tiniest bit of anxiety within her, something that always came when you faced an entirely unfamiliar opponent, she’d largely suppressed it. if what he wanted to do was scare her off, make her into a coward, he wasn’t going to get it.

     avinia did, however, break her stance for just a moment as the cigarette smoke got into her lungs, coughing to rid herself of it. she shook her head, before her already stoic expression turned into even more of a glare.

      “what’s with you?! i didn’t have any more threats or accusations to make, but you’re certainly giving me some. explain yourself!”

Her outrage brought a little chuckle out of him, dark and foreboding. Her offensive stance amused him if anything. He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned forward invading her space but making no moves to harm her or attack her in any way. No, his body language was relaxed, as if he was just playing around and hadn’t just unleashed a barrage of threats against the other. Well, maybe that’s what was relaxing him.

“ To not fear me ... is a bold move, girl. ”

He smiled, then. Talking this much is something he did not do often, but a battle of words held some merit in his mind. Perhaps not as much as “that one,” but just as her battle stance had changed earlier, his voice changed. His words were chosen carefully, like weapons from an armory. 

“ Explain myself? I was sitting on this roof by myself when I was insulted by an onlooker. I was deemed suspicious for reasons I do not understand and they refuse to explain. And now I believe they are threatening to attack me, if these answers are unsatisfactory ... well, they are either brave beyond measure or foolish beyond compare. It is hard to tell, with one so young. ”

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mysteriousridxr:

     and now that he was standing, he was even taller. lovely. if she wasn’t fully aware that getting off of frostfang would have made her appear much shorter and weaker, and, well, pretty weak in the face of someone this huge, she probably would have stood as well, but instead, she just remained sitting atop her beast, and tightened her grip on the saddle ever so slightly.

     “i’m only making assumptions based upon what i’ve seen–” she began, but quickly found herself cut off, and rather offended by the prospect of being classed as a ‘nosy, noisy child with nothing better to do.’ “now you listen. i’m patrolling the area for suspicious people, and it’s not my fault you fall into that category. if you have nothing to do with the incident and aren’t planning on causing trouble, just say so now and spare us both any more trouble.”

She’s only making assumptions ... well, yes, he could figure that one out. His tail swayed to and fro, to and fro behind him and he tapped a foot on beat, the concrete below airing a satisfying clack, clack, clack into the air as his heel connected with it over and over again. A smile crossed his features, and a top row of sharp teeth were clearly visible. 

“ Tell me. What about me looks suspicious to you? Is it the spines that could impale you if I took one small misstep? Is it my demeanor that makes it clear that I view myself above you, above everybody in this city? Or is it maybe the fact that it’s clear that I could crush you beneath my heel with no effort at all ... ”

He took another drag from his cigarette, and blew it directly into her face.

“ If you have any other threats or accusations to make, I would love to hear them. ”

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Oh! There was someone taller than her - the doll was hardly used to such a thing, often towering over hunters and her master alike - so the sensation of having to tilt her head up, no matter how slightly, is new and not altogether unpleasant.

He does look rather… cranky, though, she thinks, may be the best way to describe his demeanor. Oh, well, she reasons - it’s certainly not the worst she’ll ever deal with, she knows.

“Sir,” her voice is soft, despite her height, and touched with an accent that’s impossible to place, for it exists in no world the other’s ever been to. “Sir, a moment of your time?

“I fear I’ve dropped a book, you see, and if it isn’t a terrible imposition, could you help me locate it?” 

She looks vaguely hopeful - or, at least, optimistic. Her hands fold in front of her, a bit nervously, the material clacking softly as she does. Perhaps she believes his even taller height will afford him a better vantage point.

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Instinctively, he cranes his neck down at the voice calling for him, only to be surprised at how ... tall this girl was. It was off-putting; the absurd height the grail had blessed him with was fairly useful for intimidating almost everybody he crossed paths with. Looks like it wasn’t going to do him any favors this time, though.

And ... a favor? Someone asking a favor of ... him? Well, he could count the number of times someone had done that on his hand. It catches him highly off-guard. 

“ ... if it was that important, why were you not watching it more closely? ” 

The hopeful look on her face and the soft worry clear on her features softens him enough to not immediately rebuff her request, but he can’t keep the mild grumbling in his thoughts alone.

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mysteriousridxr:

     he looked just a bit scary when he looked at her with such anger, but avinia refused to let it bother her. she exhaled and steeled herself, returning his grimace with a cold expression, eyes narrowed. perhaps he was just ‘keeping to himself’ but with the current situation, keeping to such an isolated location, and just the kind of vibes he gave off…

     “you’re a citizen of this city, correct? you do understand the current situation? while this is not the primary location of the issue, there’s no guarantee it might not spread. you look capable of handling yourself, so i won’t scold you for going out alone, especially during the night time, but have you considered that you might be subject to suspicion? i apologize for any misunderstanding, but now is not the time to be in odd places by yourself.”

His stare turns into a proper glare as he hears her words. He was well aware he looked less than friendly at first, second, third, and well, every glance, but the idea of being turned into a suspect for simply existing, well ... he growled softly as he rose to his feet and walked closer to her and her beast, dramatically looming over them.

“ Who are you to tell me such things and command me as a fool who knows no better? It is none of my concern if nosy, noisy children with nothing better to do like yourself are suspicious of me; and it is nothing I am not already used to. ”

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     it was not normal for people to hang out on top of buildings this late at night, especially not alone. it was not normal for people who looked like, well, that, to exist in the first place, she thought, and even weirder for them to exist in a city so filled with regular-looking-human-people as koi.

     why was he up on the top of the building, and this late at night? she’d just gotten free of her patrol duties, and true, she was no longer in the ‘danger zone,’ but whatever way she tried to spin it, this person was suspicious.

     “frostfang, let’s go.”

     avinia tightened her grip on the saddle as she leaned in and frostfang angled downwards. steering a bit to the right brought her over the building, and frostfang landed, his wings blowing up a bit of a tiny dust storm as he touched down. she didn’t bother dismounting, only turned her gaze onto the person who’d caught her eye. now that she was up close, she could tell just how huge this guy was–jesus, she’d seen a couple tall people, but she had no idea people of that size even existed; even on top of frostfang, he wasn’t that far below her. not to mention everything about him.. stuff like that… tail?

     he was definitely suspicious. nothing else about it.

     “excuse me, sir. what are you doing up here at this hour of the night?”

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Berserker was having a fine night after a decent-enough day. Two packs of the cheapest cigarettes he could find secured, he was perched on the highest roof he could find within a five mile radius feet dangling along the edge, tail blowing mildly in the cool night wind. Yes, today wasn’t half bad at all - settling into this city was going rather well, by all accounts.

-- Of course, as these things go, that moment of levity is when he’s rudely interrupted by a young girl and her . . . whatever that monstrosity was. It piqued his curiosity. As they touch down, he zones back into reality.

“ Ah? ”

His neck cranes upwards to her, pulling his cigarette out of his mouth and resting his hand on his leg. The look on her face spells distrust, and that, coupled with the low levels of light barely provided by the moon, leaves him squinting at her with a rough grimace on his face. 

“ I am keeping to myself. Who are you to interrupt? Do you see anything wrong here? ”

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@digitalloving liked for a starter

Wandering Chamomile District was the name of Berserker’s current mission. Unfortunately, it was becoming clear it was one he far from excelled at, made clear by the obvious confusion crossing his features. The sprawling nature of it was at complete odds with the organized and structured Chaldea he had grown so used to over the past few months. His eyes drifted to the storefronts, looking for anything with “record” or “music” in the name. No dice - he huffed a sigh and kept moving; he was a man on a mission, and no mission was impossible through him. After a bit of a adjustment, it’d be a breeze --

-- or so he thought, before bumping into a stranger on the street. Movements stilled, he took a single step back and dragged his eyes down to look at the offending body before him. His eyes were narrow, almost surprised by the intrusion to his inner monologue. The crowds seemed to have been parting for him, before this. Did this -- child? robot? -- have no fear?

“ You are in the way. ”