January monthly log!

[ragnarsson]

who: Ivar and others. Maybe even you?
what: Monthly log
when: All throughout January
where: Abandoned City, the park, all over
warnings: A fight, possible baby mama drama, maybe some body horror with morphing?



A. First rule of Fight Club - For Damian and later on Bucky

Considering how their last fight had gone, even if Damian didn't remember, Ivar was eager to see who would win in this second one. He headed out into the Abandoned City towards the biggest waterfall. It was best not to do this in the city, for it was a certainty that someone would try to stop the two of them if they knew what they were up to. This might have been the wiser course of action, for there was no telling how carried away they were likely to get during this.

Ivar was the first to arrive and he waited, taking out his axe, sharpening it on a whetting stone as he waited for the young assassin to arrive.

B. The blue box - For Marco

It's been several weeks since Ivar broke his leg badly and Marco had to rescue him in gorilla form. While his leg is now healed up thanks to the ministrations of Shigeru, such a traumatic experience is not easily forgotten. They haven't really spoken much of it since then, but observant as Ivar is, he's noticed that Marco seems to have something on his mind.

Rather than press him, he waits for Marco to find the right moment to talk to him. It appears to come when they're relaxing on the couch together, Ivar with his head in Marco's lap and his eyes closed, the TV on for background noise. Marco says something that he doesn't quite catch, so Ivar opens up his eyes and looks up. "Hmmm? What did you say?"

C. Co-parenting - For Letha

Dealing with Letha was rather like strategizing for a war. He kept trying to read her and figure out how to stay one step ahead. Right now, they were in an uneasy truce, both of them remaining civil for the sake of Winter. Ivar wanted to believe that she had changed and actively wanted to be a part of her daughter's life again, but the cynical side of him wondered how long it would last.

The reunion hadn't been smooth. As soon as she picked up Winter, the familiar glow surrounded the baby, and Letha had nearly fainted from stubbornly insisting she kept wanting to hold onto her. Ivar wasn't sure how much babies could remember, but it was obvious he was going to need to deal with this problem of Winter draining her mother's life force sooner rather than later.

The best thing for her would be to associate Letha with positive feelings, love and comfort, the way she did with Ivar. So right now, they were out in the backyard of Letha's house. Winter had on a cute little smock dress as she crawled around the backyard while her parents watched her.

"She's gotten so big," Ivar remarked. He was hoping she wouldn't drain the life out of any of the plants or bugs in the backyard, but if she did, well, at least it wasn't a person.

D. What kind of Pokemon are you? - OTA

With all that had been going on lately, Ivar hadn't had the chance to really get his Pokemon out and about. It made him feel a little guilty. Pets were not to be neglected no matter what form they came in. So he took the three of them out to a nearby park and released them from their Pokeballs so that they could get some exercise.

Skinfaxi and Hrimfaxi galloped around for a bit before settling down to graze. It was amazing how his Ponyta had grown from a tiny foal all the way to a full-grown stallion big enough to ride. Sprig, on the other hand, remained close to Ivar, occasionally nudging him in hopes of getting a treat. He was a gluttonous little thing.

If he saw anyone, he would wave them over, proud to show off his trio of pocket monsters.

E. Morphing - OTA (Set at some point after the thread with Marco)

Anyone walking around the city would notice a certain oddity now roaming the streets. There were different animals wandering around. Some were ones from earth and others were obviously alien in nature. Most of the time, they could be found tearing around at top speeds, or if they had wings, awkwardly swooping down low to land nearby people. It was, of course, Ivar testing out his new powers.

If he noticed anyone that he knew, he was likely going to approach them, trying to look as cute as possible. He wasn't going to be revealing who he was just yet. He wanted to see what advantages there were when people just thought a dumb animal was around them, not a Viking who was far too sneaky for his own good.

This will only end well.

F. Wildcard

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[franciscoramon]

[ It's not all that unusual, to see the occasional dog or cat roaming the streets in the Quarantine. Less common than it would have been back home, but there were strays. Cisco thinks sometimes that the numbers are fewer because the ones that wander out past the wall don't fare so well. He worries, at times, about the animals he sees scampering around. Shadow had been a stray, after all. But as patient as Eddie is, Cisco knows he wouldn't be patient with his boyfriend bringing home every stray he sees.

That doesn't mean he isn't too soft-hearted for his own good, however. When Cisco sees the cute little cat with the black face and the bright blue eyes, he pauses. There's a big bag full of groceries in his arms, but he sets it down on the ground, crouching and calling the cat over. ]

Hey, cutie pie. What are you doin' out here? Are you lost?

[ragnarsson]

[There's an amazing freedom in being able to change shape, and for Ivar, it's doubly so. To be free of pain for the first time in his life and be able to walk is a great gift. The animal instincts have been easier to control than it would be for some due to his strength of mind, though he has given into the urge to chase rodents once or twice.

When he sees Cisco, he perks up. He remembers the last time they spoke, which had been when Ivar was crying hysterically. How embarrassing. He hops down from the trash can he's sitting on and saunters over. Ivar does the ultimate cat tactic of coming close and then sitting down just out of reach. He lifts up a paw, licks it, and then runs it over his head, his sharp blue eyes watching Cisco all the while. There's no collar on the cat, but he's far too clean to be just a typical stray.]

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[pietistic]

[ Athelstan doesn't stay inside the housing too often when he's not working. The work as a farmhand is good but he often finds himself in the park with his journal. There were many new art supplies in this place he's found but he's taken to simple pens and pencils, at least less cumbersome to travel along with and write and draw with. The different paints and colors that are available always catch his eyes. He hasn't indulged, it seemed frivolous since there were not really any illuminations to do here.

So, this day he's in the park, sitting under a tree, the weather good enough in his mind for some time sketching.

The sketch he is currently working on is one of Gyda. He's still so happy to see her alive and well, thriving here. It feels hard to explain and perhaps it is a bit unnatural but it did not feel wrong to him.

So there is where he was when he saw a dog. He tilted his head at the animal a small smile on his lips. ]

Hello there.

[ He greets the dog, setting his pencil down. he's noticed that there are animals that seem to roam of their own accord here, some nicer than others. ]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's been getting a bit lost in the dog instincts as he wanders around. Everything just smells so good and he can hear things from such a long ways away. Plus, there's the natural happiness and joy for life that dogs seem to possess, a startling change from his usual anger.

Ivar catches scent of Athlestan as he wanders through the park. His tail starts to wag almost of its own volition, which is a dead giveaway how he really feels about the priest. He wanders over to where he's sitting, squinting at the page. His eyesight in this form is less strong than as a human, but he thinks it's his sister being sketched out on the page.

He sits down next to Athlestan, tilting his head back with an inquiring look. It is time to be pet.]

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[stantheman]

Stan happens to be out when Ivar takes the pokemon out of their balls. The sight is unsettling to say the very least. He's staring at the ponyta in particular and forgets to actually say anything in greeting when he first spots Ivar.

The things don't seem to be monsters but they certainly are not natural and therefore Stan is busy convincing himself that they cannot be real.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar waves to Stan, gesturing for him to come over. The horse Pokemon are galloping across the open grass, letting out joyful neighs as the go. The shiny Phantump stays closer to Ivar, hovering in midair as it watches Stan approach.

Ivar flings out an arm towards his Ponyta and Blitzle as they come around for another lap. "Aren't they a sight?" He says proudly.

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[burntbridges]

"She has... she's thin, though. Have you been feeding her enough?"

Letha has been fretting about all sorts of things like this. Picking apart Winter's feeding schedule and sleep schedule, how often she's left alone, what clothing she wears to bed, trying to remember every piece of advice she'd been given while she was pregnant in Thornwell. She knows Winter would be much harder to kill than a regular child, but that doesn't mean she worries any less about her being hurt or uncomfortable.

Winter, meanwhile, could not care less. She's busy trying to catch butterflies, a completely impossible task for a girl of nearly four months but one she's going at insistently.

Letha hesitates before shifting to stand a bit closer to Ivar, and glancing at him nervously. "Do you think she remembers me? She hasn't seemed... excited. To see me."

[ragnarsson]

Ivar bites back any sharp retorts he's thinking of. Letha's not criticizing his role as Winter's father, merely worrying about her daughter. "I have. Remember, she's an active baby, so she might not hold onto as much weight as others." She'd also been born premature, but Ivar wasn't going to bring up bad memories of the past.

He watches as Winter eagerly crawls towards an early spring butterfly perched on a dandelion. It flies away long before she can ever catch it, which causes her to babble something in baby talk, probably expressing her desire to touch one of the colorful insects.

Ivar reaches over and pats Letha on the arm, trying to be comforting. "Whether she does or not, she'll need some time to warm up to you again. She's missed out on a lot of time with you. Once she realizes you love her and want to be around her, she'll be a lot happier to see you." Until then, he'll need to keep a sharp eye on her so she doesn't drain too much life force from her mother.

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[smokedout]

Well, if there's one thing Dodger can't resist, it's a cute dog. Particularly seeing as he's ended up in essentially a lover's quarrel with his own dog, it's nice to see one that won't be talking back at him.

"Hey, buddy... where'd you come from."

He stoops by the edge of the alleyway where he'd spotted the husky, crouching down to eye level and offering his closed fist to sniff. The expression he wears is one Ivar has not seen before; a look of unfiltered admiration for the dog's very existence, which he only shows after glancing around to make sure no one is watching him.

[ragnarsson]

Well, now this is a reaction Ivar sure wasn't expecting from Dodger of all people. Apparently, his sometimes nemesis is a dog person. He tears himself away from the most fascinating scent coming from some garbage in the alley and faces Dodger.

The human part of him is wary after so many encounters with Dodger, so he remains stiff legged for a moment, head low to the ground. But the dog part is curious and eager about a new person who will clearly tell him what a magnificent and good boy he is. He comes closer slowly, one step at a time, wondering if Dodger will somehow sense this is Ivar.

Finally just barely close enough, he gives Dodger's hand a sniff, and then a tentative lick. He's got no collar on, but clearly is too clean enough to be a simple stray.

A: lmk if you need me to change anything.

[sonofab]

[It's only been a few days in and already Damian was growing bored with this place. There was no need for crime fighters and even there was he didn't have his uniform. Not that he really needed it. He was fully capable of handing someone their own ass with his bare hands. So when the offer of a fight with a historical world conqueror popped up, well, of course, he jumped to it.

Ivar might've thought he was the first to arrive, but Damian was there, hidden, observing his target. He was hot-headed, but he was still very much the assassin and that meant stealth. 'An axe.' He hasn't fought with one himself since his days at the compound, but he made note of the possible counter measurements and potential imbalances. He himself was only working with the escrima sticks he "borrowed" from Grayson's room and a poorly supplied utility belt. Where did one restock their C4 and smoke bombs around here?

Whatever, Ivar looks ready and Damian is itching to get started so he drops from his hiding spot in the trees, landing in front of Ivar. Remaining silent, (because come now, Ninjas don’t talk.) he raised his weapons and only smirked with a silent question of "Ready?" hanging in the air.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's not all that surprised when Damian drops down from wherever he's been hiding. He remembers how stealthy the younger teen was the last time he was here. He takes in the sight of the escrima sticks, noting how he holds them, and where he's positioning his feet. Always, being less mobile than his opponents means he's acutely aware of

A sharp, fierce grin comes over Ivar's face as he holds up his axe in a sideways grip. There's a beat where both of them remain still. Then Ivar gets the match started by swiping low with his axe at Damian's feet.]

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[childofaxios]

[ Chyler is fascinated by the little griffin-like creature. She doesn't know what to call it--certainly she's never seen anything like it, or read anything about creatures like it. When it lands near her, she's not sure what to do. It's not that she's not an animal person; she's just never really been casually exposed to them.

So she crouches, uncertain, and offers her hand, very aware that the creature could attack or fly away. ]

I don't have anything to give you.

[ragnarsson]

[With the clumsy way Ivar comes in for a landing, practically landing on his belly rather than his paws, it's easy to assume the griffin alien critter is perhaps injured. In truth, Ivar's still practicing how to fly. Getting a hybrid body up in the air requires a lot of different movements than a simple bird.

He looks over at Chyler, head cocked to the side in curiosity. This is someone he's never seen before. The eyes of this body are very keen and there's a laser-like intensity as he stares at her. The griffin's instincts are geared towards fight, lashing out with beak and claws. Ivar reins those in. He's not going to make trouble right off the bat in this form. He makes a shrill chirruping noise of curiosity, ear tufts perked forward as he comes close, tail feathers ruffling while the tufty end lashes back and forth.]

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[mysophobic]

[ Shigeru is always one to take into consideration the strange and uncanny, especially when it came to animals. After all he had two of his own back home that were more or less beyond normal conventions. He just found...their differences to be not something feared but cherished in a way.

He's wandering absently through the park one day, he often came here to collect his thoughts and meditate when he was having a hard time. He'll spot Ivar in one of his more uncanny transformations and he'll instantly beam with happiness as he gets a closer look. Cute! Whatever that animal was it was super cute looking, and he might even take out a piece of food to try and get Ivar to come closer. ]

[ragnarsson]

[This morph has been a curiosity. Unlike the griffin, which has mostly the instincts of a confident predator, the hawk-rabbit he's come to call a habbit has an equal amount of the jittery alertness of a rodent and the fierce nature that came from being higher on the food chain of a bird of prey. There was a careful balance in the instincts that he was seeing

Ivar hops close to Shigeru, watching him as his wings are tucked in close. There's no wariness like he's had with others, for he knows Shigeru is kind. He rears on his back legs, using his front paws to quickly grasp the food between his claws, and gnaw on it with an omnivore's mixed teeth. From what he can tell, this being has two stomachs, one for the roughage a rabbit consumes and one for the meat diet of a hawk.]

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[talentedscavenger]

[It wasn't too odd to see other animals roaming about in the streets of Quarantine, especially now that those strange little birds started to take up residence in any area they could. Don't get Rey wrong, she found the creatures to be a bit cute, but she really didn't need any around her. She wanted to go to the market to pick something up.

Ever since her stay at the hospital, she had to learn how to properly take better care of herself and that started with eating the right foods; more greens in her diet, and healthier proteins. There were also some supplements she needed to take just in case she missed out on any while eating through out the day.

She was on her way when saw a cat with piercing blue eyes... Well, it was a gorgeous cat, did someone lose it?]

Come here... [Rey crouched down and made a soft 'tsk' sound to try and get its attention.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's found he rather likes the form of a cat. While some of the other forms can have intense instincts, or in the dog's case have a jarring amount of happiness in their little bodies, the cat's mind is similar to his own. It demands lots of attention and affection, but only on its own time. Both cat and human are just as likely to swipe the person once they are done with wanting them around.

When he sees Rey, his whole little kitty body perks up. He saunters up to her with tail held high, wrapping it back and forth across her legs in what can only be described as a tail hug. He then sits right by her feet and looks up, a soft-sounding 'Mrow?' coming forth. Isn't he just the cutest cat you've ever seen, Rey?]

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[storradr]

After visiting a handful of prospective houses with Gyda, she had finally seemed satisfied with one that he also liked. It hadn't taken much to arrange to lease it and move in what little they had.

His first order of business was to work on a fence and a small house for the goats and a hut for the chickens that he was hoping to get. He'd chopped down a number of good sized branches and hauled them all to the side of the house where he was starting to strip them clean of bark, excess twigs, and leaves in order to make fence posts and rails.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar had initially come over with the intent of seeing what sort of house his father had gotten. But when he saw all the goats running around, he really couldn't help himself. He coaxed one of the little ones over to him and acquired it. Then he stripped off his outer layers and got out of his wheelchair, morphing into the little beast.

He found the goat nature to be one of a herd animal, wanting to stick close to the others in case any predators attacked. His own natural confidence in his abilities to handle things made it easy for him to overcome these instincts. Being a baby, this one too had the playfulness that came with the form. He found himself bouncing all over the place, delighted with how easy it was to move around in this body.

Then he went off to find Ragnar. A goat's nose was not nearly so sensitive as a dog's, but Ivar already knew the scent well after spending time around Athelstan. He bounded on over to where Ragnar was busy with work on the fence.

Wildcard-let me know if I have to make adjustments

[like_quicksilver]

Ivar had insisted on training her soon as she'd recovered her strength. Just as well, their sessions were hardly easy and if she didn't get any bruises there was always some lingering soreness the next few days or so. That she had no serious intention of becoming a guard cadet (yet) didn't matter, there were still dangers here and he insisted on her being able to fight them off. Given their own home and how mother and uncle insisted on her learning as well, she couldn't argue.

She met at their usual area, in one of the training buildings for the squad, the same day and time every week. As always, she had her axes and daggers with her, but it felt strange not having a shield.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar was of course very protective of Gyda. He couldn't be around all the time, so it was imperative that she was able to defend herself from things like monsters and other dangers such as boys who were too pushy. He'd set up some targets and a practice dummy by the time she got there. He gave her one of his genuine smiles.

He unsheathed the axe that was on his back. "I was thinking we'd practice with the axe today. Get you learning some moves that have more power behind them."

( E )

[unos]

There's most certainly an advantage to being small, fuzzy, and harmless looking. After all, when you look unassuming then no one is going to take you as a threat, and when you look like something that can't talk then no one is going to watch their tongue around you.

On the other hand, there's still the risk of attracting equally harmless but extremely annoying attention as well.

Katsura is acting incredibly shifty, and has been ever since he spotted a certain long-furred cat while out and about. He might even be acting shifty enough to be work checking out himself, considering that he's never caught actually looking at the cat even though he's steadily edging closer and closer to the soft, fluffy sweetheart (his actual personality notwithstanding; all cats are soft, fluffy sweethearts). In the end, however, whether Katsura sneaks up on Ivar or Ivar decides to draw near Katsura, the end result is the same.

"Cute...!" And then Ivar is scooped up without any further fanfare or warning, one hand under his chest and the other under his butt. Katsura immediately presses his face into Ivar's fur and slides his hand along one of Ivar's front paws so that he can give his little toe beans a gentle squeeze. "Even the cats here are magnificent...!"

[ragnarsson]

Ivar doesn't notice Katsura at all. Silly, really, he's usually more on top of things, but he's still relishing in the gloriousness that comes from a form that he can move around easily in. A cat's nature is easy enough to control as long as there's no mice around. He sits down and lifts up a paw to wash his face with Katsura makes his move.

"Mrowww!" He says in a form of protest as he's lifted up, his claws sliding out in a futile attempt to grab hold of something on the ground before he's unceremoniously lifted into the air. Damn himself for picking such a cute, adorable form. "Mrrrrr..." He growls out, the disapproving look that cats do so well on his face.

This is so undignified, but he's not ready to give away himself just yet. It would be just his luck to get picked up by a crazy, cat-loving man.

B

[brightline]

Probably one of Marco's favourite things about Ivar is the fact that he knows the Viking boy can tell he's got something on his mind, that it's serious and important, but he doesn't push or demand to know what's up or try to manipulate it out of him or anything. Ivar just gives him space, and time to think, and that's good. Because there's a whole lot to think about.

Marco'd thought the maze was kind of dumb but he'd been curious about what was in the middle for him, couldn't resist the call of a personalized gift. So he'd done it pretty quickly and gotten his gift and when it had turned out to be the Escafil device, that had thrown him for a big loop. In fact, he still hasn't told anyone about it. It's too dangerous, it needs to stay hidden, and Marco has it hidden somewhere safe.

But there's something about Ivar, about how he reminds him of Rachel, and maybe Colette a little, when he remembers how the Auxiliary Animorphs had reacted to being able to change forms, to speak freely, to run, he can't help but make the connection in his head. He's been tossing it around for over a month now, trying to figure out if it's a good or bad idea, talking himself into and out of it over and over again. It's only when he's sitting on the couch in his room with Ivar's head in his lap, Ivar with his eyes closed, relaxing, and Marco stroking his hair back, over and over, his fingers moving rhythmically, soothingly, that he finally decides, and speaks almost immediately.

"I was just wondering if you ever wanted to, you know. Run. Or fly."

[ragnarsson]

Ivar's feeling nice and relaxed as Marco's fingers move through his hair. This has become one of the little things enjoys most in Riverview, just being able to be close to someone he's grown to care for quite a lot, just in contact with him. Happiness, for Ivar, never seems to last, so he holds onto the little bits he can get of it with both hands.

Ivar looks off to the side when Marco asks him what he thinks is a hypothetical. It's not something he'd feel comfortable admitting to just anyone, but he trusts Marco more than most. "All the time when I was a child. My brothers were constantly leaving me behind. All I wanted was to keep up with them. Which just resulted in a lot of broken legs." It had taken a lot of painful reminders to get Ivar to finally admit he was never going to be able to walk, let alone run. He'd cried on his bed for hours the day that had finally set in.

He looks back up at Marco. "Why do you ask?"