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who: ~~The Joker~~ Ash & Ivar
what: Monster seeing/fighting/touring
when: Late night
where: Various points
warnings: Violence, possibly lovingly detailed.

Joker, dressed still as "Ash" waits for Ivar outside of his own apartment building..area thing. The young man seemed perfectly confident in his own abilities, so Ash made sure that Marcus stayed behind to work on rallying people to their little cause.

Eventual cause, that is. The villain's thoughts danced about in his head as he wondered to himself which blade Ivar would give him to use. Oh he hoped it was sharp. Blood flowed so well from sharp cuts.

Ah, but a blade that was more dull would allow for gratuitous amounts of hacking! Choices, choices...

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Ivar wipes some of the blood off his cheek, licking it off of his fingertips. He considers the question. Frankly, his estimation of Ash has gone way up, and he's rather glad the man sees him as an equal instead of some object of pity.

"We can find something else that's more of a challenge. Or we can skin this beast and take back its hide as a souvenir." Ivar liked to do that with his most memorable kills. He had an enormous black fur hide that served him as a blanket for his bed.

Ash paused for a moment, tapping a finger to his chin. That did sound pretty Viking-y. Ah, what the Hell? He hadn't cut skin off of anything in awhile!

"I say we skin em!" Ash got a wild look in his eyes and fetched his own knife, coming to slide on the other side of the weaseel carcass. "Ah, I almost forgot: you're seeing some sides of me that you shouldn't because I like you, Ivar. We got some things in common, you and I." Oh, Ivar was an object to an extent--not unlike Croc but smaller, and not gradually turning into a reptile.

Ivar seemed a bit smarter than Croc too. Point was, "Ash" liked Croc back home, and he may not win a sprint anytime soon, but Ivar felt useful..and at the very least, a partner in chaos.

Edited 2017-12-18 14:35 (UTC)

Ivar started off at the front paws, skinning around the clawed digits and going up the legs. The hide, while appearing slick, actually has more the texture of already tanned leather. He wiped a hand across his face as he finished up the left leg, smearing the blood all over his face more, not that he cared.

"Seems like some of the people here tend to judge people like you and me." Much as he liked his friends in the city, there was very few people who understood the bloodthirsty side of the Viking. This man seemed to. Beneath that respectable facade was someone just as drawn to blood and violence as the Viking was. "Why hide yourself away?"

"Oh!" Ash rolled onto his belly on the other side of the weaseel carcass, watching with interest the way this darling Viking boy went about his work.

"That's an easy answer m'boy: it's more fun this way. You see, there are some people here from back home, and if they knew I was here--hoo!--they would not be very happy. You might even say they'd get--" Ash's gaze shifted from the carcass to Ivar's blood covered face.

"--anxious."

Ivar started in on the right leg, following the same pattern upwards. He nodded as Ash spoke. He could understand that well enough. Sometimes, it was best not to show your true colors right away. It was best to wait for the opportune moment.

"Your secret is safe with me." Ivar wasn't going to be the one to spoil the Joker's fun.

"Oh I know, Ivar. I know. Call it a gut feeling I had about you." This was just what Joker needed really; to get a little something out of his system to keep him satisfied. It wasn't always difficult for him, however--Joker was pretty good when he was actually focused.

"I think you'll be the best friend a guy could ever have here." Aside from Batman..who isn't in the city anywhere, apparently. Disappointing, but something that could be adjusted.

Ivar grinned at Joker's words, rather pleased by them. Here was someone who understood that while Ivar was a cripple, he wasn't necessarily helpless or to be pitied. He was a warrior first and foremost. He'd gotten most of the skin off the weaseel now. "Almost there."

He continued on in silence until the entire skin had come off the carcass. It felt rather unusual, like leather that had already been tanned. Ivar wondered if he should use the same methods to cure and tan it like he would any other hide. "There we go. This'll be a nice little souvenir."

"The Best." Ash replied, moving into an upright and seated position. He tucked his legs in an Indian Style type of way and regarded Ivar with manic glee.

"Poor thing. It never had a chance!" He laughs suddenly rocking to and fro slightly as he does so.

"A shame we didn't run into one the size of a hill. There's this big beast with fur like grass that looks just like one when it lies down." The last time Ivar had gone up against one like that, he had to have some undead helpers to finish it off.

Alright. It was time to head back. Ivar went back over to his wheelchair and got in.

Joker looks to the skinned carcass of the weasel and picks it up. "Now what to do with you..." He muses aloud as he begins to walk. With it dead he gets to have a much closer, thorough look at it and it's...everything.

The creature's beady little eyes were wide open. It never closed them. They stayed open, kept that fierce look in them. "You should help me trap one of these." Joker said rather suddenly, cradling the dead weaseel in his arms.

"Now that'll be a challenge." From the way Ivar says it, though, he's clear he's already accepted it. He cocks his head at Ash in a curious manner. If he wasn't already the man was probably as nuts as he was, he'd find the handling of the weaseel a lot creepier.

"So what do you plan on doing with one of these anyway, hmm? Turning it into a guard dog?"

"The best kind of challenge! Could just steal a baby. Don't think I've done that one before." As far as he could recollect, anyway. Maybe a human baby, but not an animal baby...maybe.

"Guard dog?" Ash's voice pitched a little higher in amusement. "No, dear Ivar--attack dog. Small, lithe, slippery, and dangerous. Something like us."

Ash gets a grin out of Ivar at the comparison of a weaseel to themselves.

"If you want to steal one, we'll need better supplies than what we have now." Ivar had come out with the intent to kill, not trap. But there was always tomorrow if they decided to come back and steal a baby weaseel.

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