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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Comments

[ragnarsson]

Aw, Dodger is certainly spoiling him. For a while, he gets distracted with all the new dogs, sniffing rumps, and engaging them in some playtime. Being a husky, he's among the bigger dogs, and he does take a small delight in knocking the smaller ones for a loop. When the food arrives, he trots over to Dodger, lying at his feet as he gulps down the food.

Meaningful of the time, Ivar sneaks a glance at a nearby clock on the wall. He's got about an hour left of being a dog before he has to morph back. Marco scared him enough with tales of those who had gotten stuck in morphs forever known as nothlits for him to never want that to happen to him. Much as he hates his stupid legs sometimes, he enjoys far too many aspects of being human to want to be an animal permanently.

Surprising even himself, he lays his head in Dodger's lap after he's done with his food, looking up at him with his big, soulful, ice-blue eyes, whining a little in the back of his throat. The dog part of him wants affection while the human part is just appreciating be this close to Dodger. Though he'll never admit it and feed the man's ego, he is attractive in his own way.

[smokedout]

Nothing gives him satisfaction more than looking down and seeing that fluffy husky face looking up at him. God... he should just keep this dog, owners be damned. With that in mind he smiles down at Ivar, scratching him thoroughly behind the ears before reaching to ruffle up his belly fur.

"Such a sweet boy..." He grins, raising a brow as he brings his hand away to shake off a fistful of shed fur before going back in for more bellyrubs. "Jesus, you could use a grooming. Bet your parents are missing you, though, huh?"

It would likely be a several-hour exercise to groom out a husky... he's never tried or seen it done, but he's heard the complaints from people who have dogs. As important as this dog is, he's not brushing out someone else's dog for free.

As they're sitting there he slowly gets a thought, and starts checking his phone as he speaks to the dog. "Here's the thing... I figure you just got a good meal and your parents let you roam around, you're gonna track me down again, yeah? And fuck knows I probably won't talk to them. I should figure out a name for you..."

...He's trying to distance himself, he really is, but he wants this dog. It's so pretty, and good, and its eyes remind him starkly of Ragnar. Which is exactly what has him looking up Norse dog names.

"...What do you think of Hati?" 'One Who Hates' - a counterpart of Sköll, 'One Who Mocks'. It seems so very fitting for some reason.

[ragnarsson]

While he hadn't been sure just what purpose being a dog would serve when he acquired the form, Ivar can already tell he'll be using this body again. It made such a good way to spy upon Dodger, who clearly didn't suspect a thing. He can just imagine what he could learn just by lying about in Dodger's home, gnawing on a bone or two.

Besides, there was something refreshing about seeing Dodger in a more vulnerable position, someone who enjoyed pampering a dog instead of manipulating people around him and generally being an asshole who eventually ended up with everyone hating him. He'd always wondered if such a side existed to the man.

Ivar found the fact Dodger was clearly looking up Norse names to be amusing. He wondered what had prompted this particular theme. Ivar lifts his head, panting a little, and letting his tongue loll out as he inwardly chuckles to himself. Yep, that is a very fitting name for the husky dog.

[smokedout]

There's really no reason to suspect Ivar - if the dog was limping, maybe he'd think of it, but all he sees is Ragnar in those eyes. And, well, he's been seeing glimpses of Ragnar in a lot of things lately; crushes tend to do that.

"You like that, huh? Hati it is, then." He gives him an encouraging grin, and a thorough scratch under the jaw for good measure, right where his fur is fluffiest. "Don't be a stranger, yeah? Next time I hunt you down I'll get you a turkey leg. Hear those are popular."

This is one of those rare occasions where Dodger is glad not to be in his home world. Not just because there's a great dog next to him; he's sure the moment he started getting comfortable here his boss would message him to go get some errand done, or track down someone trying to make a break from the gang. Some mundane bullshit taking away from his own life.

With a huff he sinks back into his seat, continuing to idly scratch Ivar's fur, "You are fucking lucky, Hati... y'know, I make all these stupid fucking jokes about being a dog, but you'd figure if I was one things'd be.. different. No one throws a dog out for being badly trained, yeah?"

[ragnarsson]

This is possibly the happiest Ivar has ever seen Dodger without the influence of drugs or alcohol. That's a little sad in its own way. He wonders if Dodger was allowed to have pets growing up. From what he'd seen of his shitty life, he's thinking probably not. What a shame. He could have really benefited from the unconditional love of a dog.

He listens to Dodger talk to him and the only tell that he's not a true dog is the intent way he keeps staring at Dodger. But dogs do that for all sorts of reasons. Maybe he just really wants another treat or something.

Frankly, he thinks Dodger would make a much better dog than a human being. Speaking of which, he wonders if there's a way to acquire Dodger's DNA without him noticing. Maybe he could sneak in while the man was sleeping. Do his powers come with his body? Oh, Ivar's already thinking of ways he could use the mutant's body to his advantage.

He stretches out, rump and tail up in the air while he leans back, letting his front legs go out to their full length, and then pulling forward so that his back legs can be stretched out. Ivar's momentarily reminded of his human body, since the position is similar to the one he uses to crawl around. Meh, why did he have to get the bad luck of a crippled body? It's only now that he's in a whole, strong animal body that he realizes just how bad off he's been. Oh well. Life's a bitch. Then he stands up and looks at Dodger. Shall they be off?

[smokedout]

Well, the dog seems to be announcing that it's time to go. With a vague motion that seems to signal he agrees, Dodger gets to his feet and pays for the meal, getting an extra milkbone treat for Ivar on the way out.

Whether Ivar follows him or not doesn't really matter at this point, but he's done his good deed for the day. He's headed off to reward himself with booze and a nap. And if Ivar wants to come along, he'll get a gentle chiding and a kiss on the forehead before being shooed out of Dodger's apartment building. He may want the dog desperately, but he also doesn't want to deal with his possible owners, or with Brink's reaction.