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...Master?

[Berserker is very unsure of how to deal with this. He is thankful that his master is only asleep, but what does he do now? Unlike other Servants, he has very few memories of how this kind of thing works and most of those memories are of Diarmuid, spared from loss only because they were so closely tied to the object of his cursed obsession.

In the end, the only thing he can think of to do is move Flatt as carefully as he can to a more comfortable position and wait for the man to wake. He does remember vividly a night when he and his brother fell asleep leaning against each other out in the training yard, and so it is into this position he shifts Flatt, the man's head resting against his shoulder.

At least for one used to being lost completely to madness, the waiting is not too boring. There are so many things to see for the first time through clear eyes, even in this plain room, that he has plenty to do while waiting.]

[That might not be the wisest choice, as Flat drools as he sleeps, staining the other man's shoulder wet with saliva.]

[As for the room. the only clean area is probably where Berserker had been summoned. Mounds of items have been pushed into the corners or under the bed. Bags of unfinished snack foods and sodas. Crumpled homework and note sheets. A sizable collection of pornographic magazines. Stubs of pencils and erasers. A small stack of comics, by which there are a few action figures. Somewhere, lost among this junk, are the tools of a magus. A test tube here, a clump of herbs there. And even one pile twitching as if some poor familiar had been lost under there.]

[Several of the walls have been plastered with pictures of nubile, naked women. However, like the bare spaces on the walls, they have been scribbled over with marker. Things like phone numbers or equations or even interesting ideas that their owner had no other place to put at the moment. Against one wall leans a screen that might have been a television had it been plugged in.]

[It's not a neat room. It's not even a typical magus' room. It looks like the room of some teenage slacker.]

[Regardless of what conclusions Berserker may draw, after a while, Flatt rubs at his eyes and wakes up.]

Ugh...that was some dream...

[He mutters, and gets up from his strangely flesh pillow...to see Berserker's form right by him.]

W-whoa! You're real!

[To be honest, Berserker doesn't even notice the drooling. After spending so much time as a crazed beast with no sense of self besides the need to find that specific someone to kill, his senses have become dulled, his need and ability to flag things as important or not important has become twisted and skewed.

For example, while at first he is mildly curious about a lot of the things in Flatt's cluttered room, as his eyes pass over them his mind catalogs and discards most of the things he sees as 'not important' because they have no obvious tie to the thing he is looking for--his brother. However, he really should be paying more attention to these things since, even if they have no tie to his brother, the do tell a great deal about his Master.

And speaking of Master...]

If you wish to be specific, this is not my 'real' form, but I don't think that is what you mean...

Then, wait, what is your real form?

[Flatt straightens himself out now that he's no longer leaning on Berserker. Maybe it's the sleeping position, or the prana drain, but either way, he feels a little sore.]

Anyway, no matter what you really look like, you're here right now and you're my Servant.

[The Servant tilts his head at Flatt curiously.]

You did not see? When I was originally called in, I was in my true form--that of a monstrous boar. However, even you would not be safe from me in that form. I know nothing other than rage and hatred in it. The Grail gave me this form...

[He motions toward himself.]

...so that our partnership would not end before it even began. I do not have...much...

[A frown mars Berserker's features. It is obvious he does not like to admit this.]

...in the way of fighting skill in this form. I did not live long enough as a human to learn much. However, the only way to return me to a controllable form is via a command spell. Do not ask me to change form lightly. You have only three spells to use.

[And truth be told, Berserker really has no wish to return to that mad state.]

A boar? Cool!

[His eyes are blazing with curiosity. For a second, he actually considers letting Berserker go pig form just to see what it looks like. But at the same time, his room would probably be too small for Berserker then. Besides, Berserker is cool enough in human form. He would naturally see Berserker change forms come time to fight.]

Yeah, I only have three, but it's not like there's that much stuff I wanna order you around about anyways.

[He grunts and stretches.]

So, if you don't have much fighting skill, what skills do you have?

I...am...persistent? I don't know...

[Again, Berserker seems hesitant and embarrassed about how weak of a Servant he actually is like this.]

I was very young when I became what I became. The only reason I know anything about fighting is because my brother disobeyed our Father when he said I was too young to learn and taught me anyway.

Most of my great strength lies in my true broken and mad form...

Young? How young were you? I bet you were a cute kid.

I...don't know.

[Berserker falls quiet searching the few fuzzy memories he has left of his childhood.]

My brother...was a year older than me. I think he was...six? That would have made me five...

I do not know if I was cute, but my brother was beautiful. He was so good to me...always. Even when others ignored me...

Well, Diarmuid is pretty good looking for a man...So I bet you must've been cute too, if you looked like him.

[Suddenly, a thought comes into his mind.]

Well, you're saying you didn't get much done as a kid, did you? What do you wanna do now? You're still only five years old, so I'm, like, an older bro to you or something.

[He jumps to his feet, but he wobbles. The more he thinks about it, the nicer the idea of getting Berserker to have some fun is.]

Come on, are you hungry? Let's get you some food.

[Since he's a pig, he has to be constantly hungry, right?]

No!

[Despite being only one word, there is a great deal of emotion in it. It's snarled, it's yelled and yet, it's still very soft and musical in nature.]

I only have one brother. Diarmuid. My Little Hawk. My....I want my brother...

[And the anger slides away that fast into grief, into longing, into need. He means no insult, but his brother is everything to him. Beloved in life, sought after in death. Linked forever in a way others can't even begin to imagine.]

Can we go to my brother?

[He recoils at Berserker's extreme reaction.]

Uh...okay?

[It takes only a few seconds for him to regain that smile.]

Come on. let's find your brother. He should be at Professor Velvet's house!

[When Flatt agrees to take him to see his brother, Berserker's whole attitude changes again very quickly. He smiles, the best he can, child-like glee entering his eyes.]

We can go? We really can? This...Professor Velvet won't mind? He will let me see my brother? Oh...

[Suddenly, the light goes out of Berserker's eyes.]

Perhaps...my brother will not wish to see me after...

Oh come on, brothers always wanna see each other! Even if you guys fought, this is the perfect time for you to apologize, isn't it?

[Berserker shakes his head, perhaps a little too hard considering how his hair goes flying.]

We never fought! It is not that. It is...

[His eyes grow distant and for a moment, their slits widen in a very odd way.]

I was forced to kill him and he me. It...is not how things should have ended...

...That...really sad.

B-but this is like your second chance! So long as you don't kill each other again!

I will never harm him again!

[There is a great deal of conviction and certainty in his voice, though it fades and fear fills his eyes after a moment.]

You...won't make me hurt him, will you?

No, of course not.

[He gives Berserker a gentle smile.]

He's a nice guy. I'd never hurt him.

[A look of relief floods Berserker's face.]

And maybe...we can all go do those things you suggested? Eat and all of that? My brother...probably never did the things a child should do either. He started to train to be a knight so young...

We should! Though Diarmuid is pretty busy tending to Professor Violet and all. He's professor's most important friend, you know.

[For a moment, something that looks very much like jealousy passes across Berserker's eyes. The look lasts only a short time, though there is still a bit of it underlying the curiosity in his words.]

'Most important friend?'

Well, yeah. Professor Velvet doesn't have many friends, and Diarmuid is the one he's around the most.

Why doesn't he have many friends? Is he a bad man? Does he make my brother stay with him?

[Welcome to Twenty Questions: Servant Version.]

He better not hurt my brother...

Nah, he's not bad. He's just really grouchy and really busy. I dunno if he makes Diarmuid stay with him. Diarmuid just stays with him a lot. But then again, he doesn't even let me stay with him all the time.

My brother...is very loyal to those he cares about...

[Did that mean his brother stayed with this man out of love? Of course, his brother was always kind to people. Even those who didn't deserve it. Yet...if this man let no other stay with him all the time, did that mean he actually valued his brother's loyalty?]

We will meet them. And I will judge if he is worthy of my brother. If not...

[Well, if not, things will probably get very messy, very quickly. After all, he is a Berserker...]

Engaging thrusters to jump to when Flatt wakes up! And...go!

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*pats* It happens.

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