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[Anyone who knows even a little bit about the Táin Bó Cuailnge saga might know what happened to Cú Chulainn when he found the boy-troop training at Emain Macha slaughtered. He takes on a horrifying ríastrad type form, more commonly known as 'warp spasm'...and like the Hulk, he becomes a giant, hideous, rage beast. Emphasis on the hideous.

This time there's no one to send an army of bare chested women at him or to dunk him in barrels of cold water (which his rage would turn into boiling water). Nope, this time he had to self sooth.

Which brings us to the ridiculous state that he's in right now.

His body is half in/half out of a shallow creek in some kind of wooded area...or it might have been a wooded area once upon a time ago. Right now it looks like a giant came galumphing through and pulled up most of the surrounding tress by their roots as if they were nothing more than weeds. The surrounding vegetation had seen its fair share of better days as well.

Of course tearing up the forest isn't the only method for self soothing that he's tried, just take a gander at the barrels, the bottle, the jars, and beakers lying around and try not to think too hard about where all of that substance is right now. London will be awakening shortly to an alcohol ransack, but that's okay because Cú Chulainn is safely out of the city.

In fact, he's just plain out, which is why he's covered in muck, his face is planted in the grass, and a small family of hedgehogs are attempting nest in his hair for the day. Weather he finally managed to wear himself out or if he really was able to consume enough toxins, it might be a mystery as to how he finally managed to calm down.]

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Are you all right? Are you awake?

[He's alive, don't worry, he'll show it by grunting and then snorting loud enough to disturb his family of hedgehogs.]

Mmmrfgghnn...

...Um.

'M okay...[He really doesn't want to scare her.]

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...You idiot.

[Oh bollocks, how the hell does this place find him, even all the way out in the deepest, darkest, recesses of the English wilds?

He'll turn his head to give Diarmuid a crimson, one-eyed look (there are still a lot of lines and distortions in his face, but the grass stains hide it well) before rolling over onto his other side.]

...Shut up.

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That was far beyond any righteous anger you should have had on my behalf.

Righteous anger...[that gets a laugh out of him, or a snort of grass]...I don't know righteous anger...it's just a phrase right? Can't point to anything righteous, can't hold it, or look at it, or measure it...it's an idea....an opinion...

[He'll finally roll over and sit up, holding on to his little family of hedgehogs in one arm.]

I don't think you've had the distinct pleasure of witnessing a warp spasm. You know, with the right mage and the right intention I could have easily been summoned as a Breserker, did I ever tell you that? Because blind rage is part of my nature and you can thank my dear old dad for that one. I can experience a very broad range of emotions, but rage is beyond my control...it's something that happens when I just can't take it. The Irish blood just boils to my chest and half the time I can't remember what I've done, my hands have a good memory, but my mind is blank. I know the things I said at the beginning of my rage before I stormed off...I know about the raid [at this point he'll pick up an empty beaker with his free hand and give it an upside-down shake] but after I left London I can't say I remember much of anything. Spent the whole night self-regulating I guess, which is it's own miracle.

I hate to spoil your illusions about me, but that's how it is...I don't know righteous anger, I know my emotions when they wash over me. I get nuts when something that I love is hurt or destroyed...so it's really not a matter of what you think I should have felt on your behalf. It's only a matter of what I can process with my feelings and I'm not sorry for it. I refuse to be. The only reason you're getting this explanation is so you don't get anymore wrong ideas about this guy Cu Chulainn...and to be honest I'm still unhappy.