ABSOLUTE SLAUGHTER.

BERSERKER (Cú Chulainn Alter) affiliated with isola not indie friendly est. July 2018 written by RIEN

[geisiorai]

hadesgriever‌:

Hands on the grail. There, as is calligraphed in ancient Greek letters, it was now written down on a notepad he carried on his person. (this beat etching it into stone)

“Me, the weird one? You’re funny. Nothing I’m doing is weird or creepy. You’re a Servant of Chaldea and a combatant with multiple versions. In other words, you’re one of my patients.”

 “The better I understand, the better I can heal you, the more you can fight, the more you injure yourself. We’re both getting the best out of this.“ 

     “The things you just said were so crazy that I couldn’t forget it even if I tried. I really wish I could just ignore you.” Unfortunately, that was as probable as disregarding the Nurse of Steel’s passionate diagnoses––because, even if only to a slight degree, he couldn’t say there was zero logic behind this guy’s preachings. Faint traces of distaste and inconvenience slipped through a small crack in his otherwise cold demeanor. 

     “You want to see me injured.” This was the part that made the least amount of sense. “Am I supposed to be a lab rat.”

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rhongodark‌:

♛ “The Mad King Cu Chulainn. Though madness and sanity can be interchangeable at times, I wonder which of the two is true of yourself?” This one was like the fallen saint if she could recall. A monster born of the perverse desires of another, a twisted image of the hero he was supposed to be. Not all Alters were born equal of the same circumstance, surely few could claim to have turned intentionally like herself.

“I suppose it matters little in the end. Are you an ally of Chaldea or a foe? Your answer will determine what comes next.”

     "It’s not like 'that guy’ has ever been entirely sane.”

Really, who from the Ulster Cycle wouldn’t have known about the Child of Light’s flaring temper and craze for battle? The Berserker might lack the former now, but the latter part remained despite being forced into another’s mold. “Is it not similar for you, King of Storms?” To still retain one aspect or a few of the ‘original,’ that is.

     “I’m neither. A weapon without a user doesn’t pick sides on its own. Only if the Master of Chaldea turns up and wants it, I will fight for them. That’s the rule for those who’ve been conquered.” After all, he hadn’t completely fulfilled his contract yet, leaving room for this sole exception. “As for you... That depends. I don’t care either way, but if you think of me as a foe, then I will be just that.”

[rpmemeswagon]

                         * . ✧ CROOKED KINGDOM ✧ . *

                                                - STARTERS -

❝ I would have come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you. ❞ ❝ We never stop fighting. ❞ ❝ You don’t ask for forgiveness. You earn it. ❞ ❝ When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway. ❞ ❝ Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return. ❞ ❝ Let’s not say things we don’t mean, my love. ❞ ❝ And that was what destroyed you in the end: the longing for something you could never have. ❞ ❝ Meeting you was a disaster. ❞ ❝ You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming. ❞ ❝ How many times have you told me you’re a monster? So be a monster. ❞ ❝ I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. I coddle it. ❞ ❝ You don’t look like a monster. ❞ ❝ Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste. ❞ ❝ I have been made to protect you. Even in death, I will find a way. ❞ ❝ You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are. ❞ ❝ You probably bartered your way out of the womb. ❞ ❝ You can only sharpen a blade so far. In the end, it comes down to the quality of the metal. ❞ ❝ They don’t know who we are. Not really. ❞ ❝ Let’s go show them they picked the wrong damn fight. ❞ ❝ Sometimes, the only way to get justice is to take it for yourself. ❞ ❝ But if you couldn’t open a door, you just had to make a new one. ❞ ❝ I’ve been nothing but kind to you. ❞ ❝ How about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim? ❞ ❝ Before you finish that sentence, I want you to think about what a promise from me costs and what you’re willing to pay for it. ❞ ❝ No matter the height of the mountain, the climbing is the same. ❞ ❝ We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole. ❞ ❝ I think you’d flirt with a date palm if it would pay you any attention. ❞ ❝ When fear arrives, something is about to happen. ❞ ❝ I just don’t get it. I’ve spent my whole life hiding the things I can’t do. Why run from the amazing things you can do? ❞ ❝ How many rules have you broken since you met me? How many laws? ❞ ❝ You don’t win by running one game. ❞ ❝ You take the action where you find it. ❞ ❝ We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. ❞ ❝ What you want and what the world needs are not always in accord. ❞ ❝ I suppose you’ve got your future all figured out? ❞ ❝ I am with you because you let me be with you. ❞

[geisiorai]

7, 8, 12

questions about the muse // accepting!

{ 7 } If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

……can i have his tail?

honestly, i’m not sure if i want to ‘borrow’ any aspect of him. i love his character, but if i’m to answer this completely seriously, there is very little about him that can be practical irl. if push comes to shove, though, actually being able to fight isn’t a bad thing, of course. and neither is being able to shut people down when i need to without fear of repercussions––but this, i think, is one of the things that isn’t very practical or realistic oocly.

{ 8 } Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

answered here!

{ 12 } What about your muse amuses you?

his expressions in general! i love his deadpans, inconvenienced looks, and any other face that just screams ‘i’m Fed Up and Done.’ they’re great to see in artworks and to use as icons with the right timing/opportunity.

[geisiorai]

8 and 10!

questions about the muse // accepting!

{ 8 } Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

( i hate that this question made me snicker out loud when it’s actually a little sad for me to think about— ) 

to start with, unlike his lancer counterpart, cú alter isn’t capable of feeling strong emotions; because of how he manifested as a servant,  that part of him is just gone. for my interpretation/portrayal, most of his reactions to things are like a reflexive ‘retaliation.’ he isn’t actually angry, and at most he’s probably just irritated or annoyed. if you punch him and he’ll punch you back equally as hard—and i mean this both figuratively and literally.

anyway, the point is that it’s not really possible for him to be ‘happy’… but he is able to feel ‘contentment.’ an analogy i think that fits this version of cú c.hulainn pretty well is he’s an dead man yanked out of retirement and forced to do a job that he’s not suited for. he neither likes nor dislikes it, but he is very much tired. what he’s ‘programmed’ to do in this form is killing and destroying ‘until nothing remains,’ and this is something he likens to tedious paperwork. so i think that, for him to reach a level of ‘contentment,’ is when he’s no longer needed as a tool/weapon ( killing machine ) and can just rest at long last.

{ 10 } What do you love about your muse?

oh, uhh—this is a tough one because i love a lot of things about writing him. i guess i’ll settle for how easy it is to use funny remarks for his dialogue, since he’s the sort of character to talk with absolutely no filter or regard for offense. he may not be trying to be funny or sarcastic, but i sure am!

[occasionalrpmemes]

questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

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lunadriven‌:

  “ – you know, that’s a question better left for you.”

  Despite the extended blades of his claymore finding themselves at home whilst being embedded within some monstrosity, he found time for nonchalance. Fighting for their lives, for a better tomorrow – and he’s managed to run into a familiar face. Again. If not for the need to pay attention to surroundings there might almost have been a moment needed to reminisce. 

  He had been made to work with him against a large threat to this city before. Fortunately, this time there seemed to be no breaks in their strengths. A far more useful partnership than the last – and, arguably, one he’d prefer to most.

     “With your choice of words, one would think you’ve already helped yourself to a–” A cut in words, silenced briefly by a grunt that escaped as weapon was pulled free and returned to his side, “– hefty serving.”

    “On your left.” Look. He’s helping already.

To no one’s surprise, a comeback was promptly delivered, as swift and with as little hesitation as the heavy blade that swung around within view. Quick work was made of one of the larger foes, giving him leeway to focus on something else. Still, he let out a dissatisfied grunt as he drove his spear through the chest of an atrocious creature writhing on the ground.

     "Seems like that mouth of yours is incurable. Go audition for a crappy comedy show if you have time to waste your breath.” Although, this was coming from someone who, for whatever reason, couldn’t hold his tongue either whenever this man was the one making these remarks. Some things really never changed.

But other things would change, if looked at closely enough to find it.

Finding it unnecessary to affirm the warning, he automatically reached out to grab onto whatever was approaching from his left. With a sharp tug, he had pulled the wretched monster in front of him, disrupting its balance, and allowing him to maneuver out of its line of attack.

     “...I’ll leave you here to rot if you slip up, Isa.”

[analbreads-deactivated20130917]

I’ve mastered the art of dead emotionless eyes

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nitikrty‌:

 ✫  𝐵𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓁, she can still envision that hulking mass of a Servant pitter-pattering after her Medjed along the once-paved crosswalks of Radiale. Yes, she might find this new form of his especially fearsome, and perhaps enchanting, but this is still the Berserker that sought her aid in the quest for crêpes. Crêpes!

       “No! I am here to help.” A laughable proposal, but a sincere one nonetheless. Cú Chulainn’s shoulders must feel heavy, so knowing this, she summons a shield – as small as can be – to shield him with for but a moment. A round object of some sort is thrown his way, emanating the sweet scent of fresh strawberries and cream; a choux pastry, evidently damaged in travel.

      “One of–” she chokes just a bit, voice wavering, “–the Medjed approached your Mist Reaper near the markets believing it to be you.”

     “I don’t need help. That should be obvi...ous...” Staring blankly at the shield she cast for him, he exhaled slowly. He hadn’t thought of her to be the meddlesome type, but here she was, interfering when she didn’t need to. Being a one man army was his strength and way of living. How utterly pointless it was for her to think otherwise––foolish too, like the Medjed that tried to approach him.

As if he hadn’t said before to Chaldea’s Master that it was meaningless to get close him at all. Well, whatever. He’d clean up his Mist Reaper later anyway.

     “Hey, stop doing unnecessary things if you don’t want to end up like that Medjed. I’m not that different from the enemies around us.” Though he spoke as drily as ever, for just a couple of seconds, his lips curled into faint grin. What was he smiling for? Desserts or the idea of lives being lost? Either way, the expression likely came off as eerie and was gone by the time he turned his gaze to the pastry in his hand. Without thinking, he had caught it reflexively.

     “And you should know: no one can save you from your own stupidity.

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@houndofireland

He had gotten used to curious looks from strangers, some fearful and others incredulous––but it might be more accurate to say that he probably didn’t care enough to really notice them in the first place. For quite some time now, however, his attention was caught by one of these onlookers. No matter where he went, weaving through alleys and mingling in crowds, he couldn’t shake off the persistent feeling that someone kept treating him like an exhibit.

Abruptly stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, he turned partway, just enough to throw a cold glare over his shoulder. It was exactly who he suspected it to be. Narrowing his eyes, he scowled. Once again, he really had to wonder––”Is this really me?” What a nuisance.

     “Stop sniffing around, Lancer. If you think I’m some TV show for you to watch, change the channel and scram.”

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necrophiuchus‌:

“Your saint graph’s completely messed up. Good, good. Was it grail mud? Some other corruption?”

“Heh. Don’t give me that look. I’ve no interest in treating or reversing you to your former state. All I care about is how different you are to the rest.“

     “Huh? Something like that. Medb got her hands on the Grail. That’s all it is.” Plus a few more things in between, but an explanation as simple as this was adequate. From his perspective, it wasn’t particularly important to him. Why was it of any interest for this guy? 

Still wearing ‘that look,’ he added, “You’re really weird. Creepy, too.”

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@lunadriven

As if the bit of chaos from before was only an opening act, the hysteria that erupted now was at a completely different level, with new enemies coming to life and many ‘otherworlders’ scrambling to and fro in search of a place to be. For him, there was nowhere else to go––here was undoubtedly the ideal place to stay.

But even a reluctance to be involved was nothing compared to the pulsing in his veins, like something was desperate to claw its way out to the surface. He knew what it was. Drawing out a spear covered in as many thorns as his own body, he let the feeling take over and raked it through the flesh of a large thing creeping up on him from the side. A side look at it, momentarily frozen in its tracks from the surprise attack, instantly brought a scowl to his face.

    “Whoever thought of this has bad taste. What did they last eat? Turd?”

It wasn’t really clear, however, whether he was talking about having to deal with the grotesque thing––or running into a certain blue-haired man again. There was also the chance that he was commenting on both.

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@erudorago

‘Nothing should remain.’ That was the mantra and the only distinct thought amidst the rubbish polluting his thoughts. He had no need to think of anything else. When he was through with this area, it should be completely empty, and he would move on to the next site. And yet––the group of enemies he had eliminated with a powerful thrust of Gáe Bolg had returned not even a minute later.

     “I messed up, I guess. Oops.” His choice of words aside, there wasn’t actually any remorse or shame after he assessed the situation. In fact, he even found it to be–– “Stupid. All of it is stupid. The weak should just stay down.” New foes crawled here and there like ants that have lost their way after consuming a bit of insecticide, yet they carried a frightening tenacity to survive and wreak havoc. Was that their sole purpose to exist? Because it was pointless.

Even if he was not that different based on his own perception ( that he existed only to destroy ), there was a key difference. His end would most certainly be wretched, but there would be meaning––because nothing would be left. That was what he believed, as clear as the mantra in his head.

[geisiorai]

unlocked powers and weapon? great! the dinosaur this berserker has reverted back to his original form and is in full armor, with gáe bolg being spikier than ever. if you’re interested in a supposed “machine of slaughter,” feel free to like this post for an event raid starter, capped at 2 with no exemptions.

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howlainn‌:

  Among the many quests plastered along the bulletin board there was one in particular that he was itching to try his hands at. Not so much for the reward, but the mere challenge and the activity itself hooked his attention. Of course, it took place within the borders of another kingdom but, that wasn’t going to stop his attempt. 

  In fact, crossing the kingdoms might be beneficial. Especially when presented with a familiar face and, perhaps, an extra set of hands to, possibly, sway the tides in his – or, well, their – favor.

  “Yo!” Followed by a wave to flag down a certain Berserker’s attention, or whatever fraction of it he could manage to capture. “Fancy seein’ you skulkin’ around.”

  Before there was a chance to be dismissed there was an effort made ( although small ) to remain in front and in view, “Listen, I’ve got a bit of a proposition – what would ya say to a bit of down time and an endless meal?” Well, the possibility of an endless meal, but you have to be smart with what bait you cast.   /   @righcuthach

That cheery tone and casual manner of speaking could only belong to one man. His eyes darting over to the source, the corners of lips pulled downward as soon as his suspicions were confirmed. A different race he may be, but the person who called out to him was, without a doubt, Cú Chulainn. In a weird way, the Berserker presently understood the meaning of not liking the sound of one’s own voice, and he made no attempt to hide it.

Starting to turn away from Caster, he was ready to shift his gaze elsewhere and put this encounter out of sight and out of mind. Before he could, however, a hand was thrown out in front of him and his counterpart followed immediately after.

     “There are plenty of other people for you to wave at.” 

So why him? He was ready to shove Caster aside and raised an arm to do so––only to drop it when he caught words of interest tactfully included in the question posed. Dispassionate eyes flickered briefly with intrigue, and he decided that––fine––he’d bite, just a little bit. Huffing quietly, he humored the other with a curt: “...what do you want.”

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@nitikrty​ // crepes??? Nitocris

No matter his appearance, abilities, or experiences, he was fundamentally someone who would steadfastly follow whoever was daring ( or foolish ) enough to tame him. ‘Clean up the mess,’ ‘fall back for a defensive battle’––had he been at full power, these tasks would have been over and done with by now. Instead, he was forced to drag it out, resorting to an arsenal of tedious spells as he worked to fend off this next wave of enemies.

He was largely uninterested in anything else, though he did survey the area periodically in case of something unexpected––like a familiar face coming into view. An eyebrow was raised ever so slightly when he registered who this was. Why was she here, and where did she come from? 

     “––are you lost.” 

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@bloedhund

It’s quiet, and eerily so. 

A hastily made retreat, falling back on a plan that was really a ‘last resort,’ shouldn’t be this easy. His ‘teammates’ could lower their guard all they want with their camp finally coming into view, but for him to do the same would be ludicrous. Just as he thought this, he quickened his pace and covered the distance that he’d let fall between him and the larger group.

There was no sign to give it away; nothing was even remotely out of place, whether visually or audibly. But he knew––someone was coming. The question was: from where?