It's becoming one of my favorite places. Among others. Honestly so long as it's in a working class part of town, and has a mostly monster staff, I find myself enjoying most of the public houses in this town.
[ Berserker falls silent, though, staring down into his glass. It's difficult to put into words what he went through recently and what Caster did for him. After a few moments, he finds the words to at least broach the subject. ]
Yes...I've given up on my identity as a Servant. Caster and I talked about what to do with our name problem...We didn't fight over it. [ A fact which may shock her. ] It didn't feel right to take the name we share...Caster gave me a name instead.
[ He doesn't tell her what it is yet, he's more interested in seeing how she reacts to Caster taking his druid duties seriously. The fact he did an impromptu naming ceremony says a lot. ]
[ Well that... certainly was something. And it was very easy, more so than usual, to set aside her own concerns and burdens and focus on Berserker as he spoke, to hear what he said and catch every implication of it. She knew, and trusted, this was not a decision he came to lightly.
She reached to rest a hand on his forearm, giving a small squeeze. ]
Alright... You've come this far. I'd be honored to have this new name of yours.
[ Berserker doesn't jerk his arm away and just accepts the gentle squeeze. There's still a hesitation about saying it -- he hasn't told many people his new name yet and it's still strange to have something of his own, something that isn't a reminder of everything he's not. He breathes out a slow sigh and finally meets her gaze. ]
Ciarán Cú. [ Little dark dog...Because of course Caster wouldn't let him get away from the dog moniker entirely. There's a measure of pride in the way he says it, even. ] That's the name he gave me...
[ You don't look like a Karen. She couldn't help but find the name... endearing, cute in a way. Caster had funny naming sense in that way, but it also felt like it fit Berserker in a very figurative way, despite it being ironic otherwise. And that small hint of pride in how he said it... it made her heart swell. ]
You've come so far, Ciaran... I'm proud of you. [ Another gentle squeeze. ] I'll call you this from here on, should you wish it. I'll bury the old one in the shadows.
[ It's weird that he's telling her this at all, but he feels like he owes her this much. He's come a long way since their meeting in the dream where they nearly killed each other and longer still since he first arrived here. This is another step on his journey to removing the corruption of the Grail and escaping Medb's influence. Ah, to see the look on her face if they were to ever meet again... ]
I'd...I'd like that. [ Another strange thing to hear him say. He places his hand atop hers and gives it a gentle squeeze in turn. ] Now let's drink.
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So. You had something on your mind?
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[ Berserker falls silent, though, staring down into his glass. It's difficult to put into words what he went through recently and what Caster did for him. After a few moments, he finds the words to at least broach the subject. ]
Yes...I've given up on my identity as a Servant. Caster and I talked about what to do with our name problem...We didn't fight over it. [ A fact which may shock her. ] It didn't feel right to take the name we share...Caster gave me a name instead.
[ He doesn't tell her what it is yet, he's more interested in seeing how she reacts to Caster taking his druid duties seriously. The fact he did an impromptu naming ceremony says a lot. ]
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She reached to rest a hand on his forearm, giving a small squeeze. ]
Alright... You've come this far. I'd be honored to have this new name of yours.
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Ciarán Cú. [ Little dark dog...Because of course Caster wouldn't let him get away from the dog moniker entirely. There's a measure of pride in the way he says it, even. ] That's the name he gave me...
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You don't look like a Karen.She couldn't help but find the name... endearing, cute in a way. Caster had funny naming sense in that way, but it also felt like it fit Berserker in a very figurative way, despite it being ironic otherwise. And that small hint of pride in how he said it... it made her heart swell. ]You've come so far, Ciaran... I'm proud of you. [ Another gentle squeeze. ] I'll call you this from here on, should you wish it. I'll bury the old one in the shadows.
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I'd...I'd like that. [ Another strange thing to hear him say. He places his hand atop hers and gives it a gentle squeeze in turn. ] Now let's drink.