hot girl summer is over...

[philandery]

CHARACTERS: Sylvain & CR
DATE: Now! and Later!
WARNINGS: Will update as needed but general thottery to be expected...
SUMMARY: Catch-all for closed starters.

Sylvain was recently blursed with a certain pair of undies but I will leave it up to the player whether they wanna deal with it or not! Feel free to PM or Disco (omo#9246) me for plotting!

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LOG 02 (I) // BERSERKER (CÚ CHULAINN)

[philandery]

[ Chickens... chickens... Maybe there's something about these chickens... Sylvain would usually avoid the banal (and smelly) task of exploring a chicken house, but after being stuck in the last car for however long it took to find all those damn korogu seeds, he's of the mind that every rock and stone (and chicken egg, etc.) does indeed need a turning, and as quickly as possible.

It's a mess in here though, the lazy flurry of loose feathers sticking everywhere to his primarily black uniform, and he has to duck more than once to avoid the scrape of twiggy claws against his scalp.

—And then he notices something (someone?!) else in the coop with him. He flinches in surprise upon seeing the ominous, dark figure.

...It's another passenger, not a monster. Though from a peripheral glance, Sylvain would've mistaken that tail and all those excessive spikes for the latter. (Another thing that tips him off? Is that the thought not a virgin immediately and unfortunately pops to mind when he locks eyes with the stranger.) ]

Uh, hi. Guess you've got this place covered...?

[ Because he is this || close to jetting...! ]

[bersercu]

( yes. he's inside the chicken coop--- mostly because he thought no one else would enter either? it's certainly not the most clean place, but it's one that definitely deserves some kind of investigation. whatever keeps agitating the nuggets and tendies of the future should probably be protected, especially as a food source...

but also? if he gets mad, maybe he can vent some steam and let a chicken know what it's like to fly. )

Eh?

( definitely not a virgin. look at him, he definitely fucks(???). )

No. Not at all.

( and then he takes a few steps toward sylvain. )

Are you the one that's been disturbing the chickens?

[philandery]

[ So true. Sylvain would commit a lesser crime for an omelette? He's had enough gruel to last him a year, and he's hoping getting on Cassy's good side means she'll spare him an egg or three...

(And yeah there's no way he hasn't been around... Even if that bizarro skeleton attached to him probably makes things... inconvenient...)

—Wait is he moving closer? Most people aren't able to tower over Sylvain, but given Berserker's heels and menacing physique, Sylvain feels aptly towered over. He swallows and smiles blithely up at the stranger. ]

Nuh-uh. Just here to check on them, same as you.

[ His eyes drop down to Cú's tail—maybe it's rude, but it's literally impossible to ignore, long and slithering thing it is. A few of the hens have started pecking at it, beaks ineffectual against the hard shell.(?) ]

...You are here to check on them, right...?

[ It's a stupid question but Sylvain's brain is only half-functioning. He finally remembers the bag of feed he's been burdened with by one Cassy Cassatt, and holds it up between them almost like it's a shield. (Haha what? No way, he's not afraid of this guy...) ]

So... Got any idea how much we're supposed to give these birds...?

[bersercu]

( the tap-tap-tapping of beaks on his armored tail is easily ignorable. he can't feel a thing. there's someone much more interesting for him to give his undivided attention to. though sylvain would probably be a little taller than him, it's those heels that do give him the slight advantage but only that. )

No. I'm not.

( he's here to beat the ever living heck out of whoever might be doing something that been affecting the townspeople. not that he cares about them or anything.

slowly, he places a hand on the bag that's acting as an impromptu barrier and presses down on it. )

None. We're not here to take care of them. Okay?

( cassy cassatt can suck a big one right now. as he continues to put his weight into the sack of feed, he narrows his eyes. )

Where's your weapon?

[philandery]

You're not.

[ Sylvain parrots that back at Berserker, somewhat dumbly. So... what is he doing here... with all these chickens then... Don't tell him—is he going to eat one? He's got some monstrous teeth, and it's not such a far stretch of the imagination to visualize him chomping down on these poor birds. ]

—We're not?

[ He smiles blankly, definitely feeling the weight applied to the bag of feed and by extension, his arms. And while Sylvain's muscles aren't only for show (though they are largely for show), he finds the bag slipping from his grasp and falling to the floor, a few of the seeds spilling over the top and summoning a small flock of chickens around their ankles.

He steps back, somehow mindful not to tread on any feathers. ]

Uh, it's outside. Why?

[ Does... he want it? Sylvain would probably hand it over, if asked. ]

[bersercu]

( cú looks down at the growing number of chickens wanting to peck at that fallen seed, and he slowly runs a hand over his face from forehead down to chin. doesn't this guy know what kind of danger they could possibly be in? what if it's some crazy feral beast looking to tear into them for disturbing what it normally disturbs? he can't believe that sylvain can be this dense or airheaded... )

Then go get it.

( and now he grabs the bag from sylvain, not missing a beat. no beads of sweat from exertion here. he's got plenty of muscle to handle one measly bag of chicken feed! )

Something's been disturbing these birds. ( a beat, then: ) No. It's not me.

( when he looks down at the chickens pecking at his feet, cú fights the urge to start stomping. )

We have to be able to escape somehow. If the fowl are somehow linked, then...

[philandery]

[ Listen... he was 100% sure the chickens were being scared off by Cú himself... Sylvain blinks slowly with this New Information, mind soundlessly connecting one piece to another, until—click. Finally, things are landing into place, and this is starting to make sense... maybe. (Cú's estimation of him is not entirely incorrect.) ]

You think something's out there? That's been this way lately?

[ Sylvain doubts Cú is here to protect the birds but... it kind of seems that way almost? He shakes that funny thought from his head and moves toward the exit, trying to avoid bumping into any of the chickens as he goes.

—He's almost made it when one of them suddenly tackles his head with a loud baCAWW, temporarily blinding him and causing him to trip and stumble. Will Cú catch him? Will he let Sylvain crash on the floor and subsequently be flocked by pecking chickens? The thread is your oyster, Hikawoo... ]