#berkut ic

[rigelprinceofdespair]

[ GRISTONNE ] - An energetic and aggressive dance from the Gristonne Kingdom, it mixes fast, rapid turns and decisive footwork, evoking the image of an aggressive soldier in the midst of combat going toe-to-toe with their foe. Not for the faint of heart.

Now this was surprising. Seeing Sin in front of him, Berkut smirks as the music kicks up. The aggression in the dance is surely on display, even as he forces Sin to follow his lead. As much as the other man may be a skilled fighter, in something like this Berkut knows he outclasses most others.

"An appropriate choice of music... though can you really keep up?" The taunt is levelled, even as he twists them around, keeping beat with the dance. Forcing Sin to follow him again, they separate for a moment, only to clash against each other as Berkut pulls Sin back towards him.

The smirk only deepens, until the music begins to die down. Berkut smirks, giving the final twist and daring to dip Sin down, catching him all the same before bringing him back up. "Now this was rather fun. Quite the different choice of arena."

Berkut gives a small nod of the head, before reaching down and plunking up a rose, tossing it towards Sin. "Here you go. Maybe we'll meet again later."

[rigelprinceofdespair]

Whispers abound throughout the Monastery. Of how late at night, around the pound you hear the most furious croaking you've ever heard of in your life. Some say if you approach the pond late at night, you may even glimpse a new terror, possessed by the power of a dark god...

(Aka this is an april fools thing, anyone who likes this post will get duma possessed frogkut in their inbox! He may or may not be able to talk.)

[rigelprinceofdespair]

[ COFFEE ] - More specifically, a mocha brewed with Almyran coffee beans and Dagdan chocolate and served with hot milk. A sweeter variation of the drink taking Fódlan by storm.

She could just not say anything. There are plenty of times when she's said she'd do something and then she just doesn't. Usually it's because she forgets or gets distracted but she does also do it when she just doesn't want to. But she doesn't think Sara is the type of person who would simply let it slide.

After a big, deep, breath, Tina grabs a hot cup of whatever this is that smells delicious nearby and approaches Berkut.

"I watched you dance or whatever," she tries to sound like she wasn't completely enthralled by it. "It was, well it was nice to really get to see it without having to like worry that that grandma was gonna kill us or something."

"Ah, thank you Tina." Now this was a welcome drink. Taking the coffee, Berkut lets the warmth of it try to combat the strange cold he had been feeling since he had lost the dance. It... somewhat helped at the very least.

A smirk appeared on his face, and he gave a small nod at her words. Though it faded at the reminder of those events. Glancing around in the darkness for a moment, he held back a flinch at the memories that were suddenly forced upon him. "Yes, well... I'd have hoped our dance earlier was a better demonstration. Though I suppose it doesn't matter. I did lose after all."

The smile that followed is far more strained, even as he glances at her. "Still, I appreciate the words. What about you? Have you been enjoying your first ball? Must be quite an experience."

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"ah, it's you!" veyle gasps at the sight of him, pointing in his direction with an indignant expression. she would have been happy not to see him again but apparently seiros had different plans. "i-i don't know why lady edelgard let you represent the eagles, but...!" she swallows nervously. "if you hurt my sister like that again i'll... i'll make sure you know equal pain!" perhaps the most threatening words to come out of a little girl's mouth.

For a moment, Berkut almost would have thought it was one of those fools from the Deliverance, come to bother him again. The way he was called out, it had the same general mix of foolishness and misplaced righteousness. Yet as he turned around, he almost felt a flicker of disappoint to see it was one of his own teammates.

"Oh no. You have me petrified." The sarcasm was easy, as was the smirk on his face. "If you recall, this was a battle. A mock one of course, but a battle none the less. Our own teammate Henry was left bleeding in the dirt by our foes. I simply assured we would take one of them with us."

However it fell for a moment, as he remembered that gaze. Those eyes for a moment had seemed different. An empty laugh escaped him then, even as he stared at her. "Or perhaps you don't care about such a thing at all, is that it? The life of some... human nothing compared to your precious family? You wonder why I would be allowed to represent the eagles. Yet you seem to care more about an opponent then your own teammates, even trying to threaten one."

Turning without a care, Berkut waved her off. "I'm bored of this already. You're not the first to threaten me, and frankly you'll have to do more to leave an impression. I suggest getting stronger first, then maybe you'll have my attention."

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[ SHAVED ICE ] - Served with a wide assortment of sweet, fruity syrups. Traditionally, it is served in bowls, but some are saying it makes for quite a refreshing sip when drank from a glass.

After the first few dances, Berkut is already feeling a bit thirsty. Luckily it seems he is not alone, even as he joins the man already by this shaved ice. This snack almost reminds him of some treats back home, though they had used syrup from the tree's on fresh snow itself, not this shaved down ice.

"Pardon me." Berkut says as he grabs one of the glasses. Looking at the various syrups, he picks up one of the red ones, apparently strawberry flavoured as he applies it. Though as he does so he can't help but notice something about the other man.

A smirk quickly crosses his face at the sight. Though far be it for him to point out the slight mistake, of the man's belt being turned around. "You may call me Berkut. Quite the occasion isn't it, seeing everyone proudly dressed up."

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eek! (picks you up by the leg) back into the pond with you!

Frogkut can not believe the audacity of this mortal.

[rigelprinceofdespair]

“It’s painfully obvious you’ve been taking advice from a rather poor lance instructor,” she says, holding out a damp towel for him to take. There’s a novice medic who’s fidgeting for a chance to look him over, hardly visible with how Zephia takes over the entrance of the tent. “But your fundamentals are decent enough. You did wonderfully in taking down a mouthy girl. Good job, Berkut.”

"I didn't realize you were an expert in that field as well professor." Berkut can't stop the smirk on his face as he takes the towel. Wiping away the sweat from his face, letting out a sigh of relief. Ignoring the medic that gets to work, he turns back to Zephia and raises an eyebrow.

"I take it you know her? Trust me professor, it was very enjoyable to take her down. Apparently her sister was on my team. They actually spent time talking about fighting for the sake of people they love and each other. In the middle of the battle!" A scoff escapes him, before he remembers his defeat. For a moment his fists clench, anger filling his gaze as he looks away.

"Though I do disagree on it being a good job. Only taking down one before getting defeated myself." None of his tutors back home would have considered it a good job. Such a poor showing, taken out so soon. "I still need to get stronger."

Turning back to Zephia he meets the gaze of the professor. "I think I would very much like a few more classes. In magic and the lance if you are so knowledgeable. I can't allow myself to be so... weak."

[rigelprinceofdespair]

[ CHOCOLATE ]

"Would you care for a box of chocolates? They'd make an excellent gift for your date." Ronan glances from the empty space on one side of Berkut to the empty space on the other, and then starts to bring the red box back to the basket he's been handing samples out of. "On second thought... Well, there's nothing wrong with eating them yourself."

This must be some sort of insult. It was quite obvious he had no partner to this event, so either the man is that oblivious and unable to see, or chose those words specifically to highlight the lack of one. A sneer crosses Berkut's face, as he looks the man up and down.

"I take it you're one of the workers?" Berkut doesn't even bother to take the chocolate. "I have no need of such a thing at this time. I suggest perhaps keeping your eyes and ears more open to those who would actually want them. Paying more attention is really the least you can do as part of your work."

Without another care Berkut turns and leaves the man behind, rolling his eyes at the insult.