riverviewlogs | January monthly log!

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.

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She nodded and unhooked the axe from her back (her arms were long enough to reach back atleast). If he felt there was something they had to work on or practice with, it wasn't her place to say otherwise. He'd been in battle before and was part of the guard in this world, so he knew what was required better than she did. Training was never meant to be fun, and if it was painful that either meant she was getting stronger or she needed to improve herself.

"Now what?" She hefted the ax in one hand, once more getting used to its weight. Her other was still in its shealth-just incase.

"Alright. I want to see what you can do under your own power first off." He was going to see where her strengths lay and what he was going to need to get her up to speed on. Just being from his world meant she had a leg up on most of the people he had been training.

"Aim at the target there in the middle and throw." He waited, watching her stance carefully as she aimed.

At the farm, Gyda had developed a throwing arm as a way to scare off crows and other such birds that might feed off their crops in the early spring. She never meant to kill any of them of course, just scare them off, but the skill had been developed nonetheless.

She adjusted her stance, going by what he taught her before; one leg back just slightly for balance. They'd been going over knives and axes before, so she had something of an idea on how to hold and throw a weapon.

Hefting the axe for more stability and grip, she reached over head and threw the axe. It spun and hut the tree, just strong enough for one of its points to actually stick in the wooden target, however the aim itself was still off and not entirely on the red mark. The only positive was that it was a harder throw than when they last trained, and unlike this time, the axe was embedded enough that it didn't fall from the target like that time.

She really just needed to work on her aim.

She had a good position with her feet and line of her arm was right, though he thought he could improve on the flick of her wrist as she let go of the axe to improve the force behind it. She had definitely improved from the last time that she'd been practicing with him.

"Good. You've improved on strength. Now we just need to work on aim." He took out his own axe and began to demonstrate. "Remember, it's all about the lines of the body. Wherever the upper part of your body and your arm are lined up, that's where your axe is going to go. Also, it helps at first to close one eye, but don't get into the habit after you start improving. Now watch." He threw his axe at the same target. It embedded itself right dead center in the target.

"Now you try again," he said.

The way he described it, Gyda had the image of disjointed doll or scarecrow.
"How long did it take you to learn?" He was older than her by some years after all. Him being alive meant more experience.

Keeping an eye on him, she went to the target and pulled both axes, noting that his was definitely more embedded into the wood than hers. The second she handed back to him, before getting ready to take aim once more.

When he threw the ax, it looked like his arm stopped dead center of the target, not any lower or higher. Instead of throwing it though, she first mimed throwing it instead, trying to copy how he moved his arm. Only then did she cover her eye with her left hand, and threw the ax once more.

It landed off center, just just within the range of the target. She actually blinked a moment as it set in just what happened, before letting out a cheer.

"A while." He's not being deliberately obtuse, it's just that his circumstances were a lot different than Gyda's in how he learned things. "It's harder to use distance weapons when you're in a sitting position all the time." Don't ask him how long it had taken him to become proficient in using a bow and arrows. There was a reason Ubbe was impressed with his skill when they went up against each other.

Her cheer gets a genuine smile out of Ivar. He'd always wanted a sister growing up, someone sweet and without any guile, someone besides his four brothers to have as companions for him. It had been a lonely childhood without any friends to play with. "See? Already an improvement." He nudges her playfully. "Now you just need to do it about a hundred more times."

She'd have to take his word on that. Of course, knowing him (even in a short time as she had), Gyda had a feeling he'd take her up on that skill. Today seemed easy compared to all the other times he'd trained her, finding a way to trip her up or some means of challenging her besides just throwing axes or knives.

Then again, they'd only just started.

"Actually, I just need to do it about ninety-nine times." Because she was definitely counting the one she just did.

Ivar chuckles at her assertion. "Alright. Ninety-nine times then. See if you can hit the same spot again." Accuracy and strength were the two basic components of how to wield an axe properly. Once she had those two down, it was just a matter of a lot of practice doing the same thing over and over again.

Once she hit the spot again, he was going to change things up a little. If she didn't get complacent, it would help keep her on her toes, a useful skill on the battlefield.

She removed the ax and took aim once more. Having to use one hand to cover her eye was awkward when she was trying to aim, so instead she closes one eye and uses her other arm for aiming. She swings the axe back and throws it.

The blade spins, this time landing closer to his-and actually landing in the target. She nearly cheers outloud at this, but then realizes who her teacher is and suppresses it; he wouldn't let her rest on that victory just yet.

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