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.

F. Wildcard

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

< I know. It's one of my better qualities. >

[Is that a little cat smile on his muzzle? Why yes, yes it is. He looks very content as Rey carries him with her back to the store, still purring away like a little motor. Ivar seems to always get his way sooner or later. It's better than arguing with him because he will just continue being bullheaded until the other person just gives up.]

I wouldn't exactly say that.

[Because he has other qualities about him that are just fine too. The fact that he's a caring and doting father. Or, that he is there willing to help her with training...or that he willing to help at all shows he's kind. More qualities that Rey could point out, but she needs to focus on her trip...and ignore the cute way he's purring up a storm.

When she walked into the store, no one really seemed to care. Rey started to pick up some fresh fruit that would be good for her and for Poe and Finn. Then came the veggies and other items. It was a bit difficult to carry Ivar and her basket, and put items in it, but she made it work.]

[How is it Ivar always seems to get his friends seeing the best sides of him? They never see his worst qualities: how he can be cruel and brutal, angry all the time, and torturing people just for the hell of it. Someday, they'd all see it, and he wondered if he'd have any friends left after that.

Ivar is content to be held as Rey makes her way through the store. He doesn't squirm, only occasionally moving so that she can keep a good grip on him. When they reach the checkout, he perches on the counter, finding delight in sitting on the moving belt with the other groceries. The cashier seems to find him charming rather than annoying. He turns to look at Rey as the belt moves him along.]

< See? Nothing to it. >

[Rey shot Ivar a look, unable to say anything since people might think she's crazy for talking to a cat. A cat couldn't verbally reply back, not unless it meowed. Either way, she's happy no one has made a fuss over it. The cashier looks happy to have something cute and fluffy in her store. She waits until the transaction is completed and her items are bagged before picking up Ivar in one harm, cradling him to her chest and picking up her bags in the other.]

You're lucky no one had a problem with this. [She huffs softly, walking out of the store.]

Have you played with Winter in this form?

[He purrs again as he's lifted up, a little softer this time, it's more like a habit now. He leans his head against Rey's chest and his human mind is acutely aware of how close he is to this scavenger.]

< Not yet. I wanted to really have a hold on the animal's instincts so there would be no chance of hurting her. >

[Fortunately, he'd been able to master those fairly quickly, the strength of his mind helping to overcome most of what the animal continuously wanted to do.]

[Rey is very much aware of where his head is resting. Luckily, her chest is covered and no cleavage is showing. She'll address it later, away from the store and once they're closer to the place she shares with Finn and Poe.]

Understandable. You seem to be doing well in this form. I would imagine someone would still need to watch over the two of you--just to make sure Winter doesn't pull on your tail or anything.

< She'll love having something soft and fluffy that's alive to cuddle with, if her favorite toys are any indication. Somehow, it is still odd to even realize I have a tail some of the time. >

[He actually looks down as if to assure himself, yes, that fluffy appendage is his own and attached to him.]

Still would be a good idea for someone else to be there for both of your safety. Or maybe take pictures.

[ Just to prove Ivar was indeed an animal at one point. Precious memories of Ivar being with his daughter. She adjusted her hold on him, making sure he was comfortable and held properly. She didn’t want to drop him. ]

You know, you won’t be this close to my chest next time. [ Because, well, he is very close to her chest and she wasn’t blind to why he would be purring. ]

[Whoops, she's found him out. He stops purring. Well, no way he's sticking around after that. With a wriggle and flip, he extricates himself from her grasp, and lands solidly on the ground.]

< I think it's time for me to be going. >

[Smooth way to avoid talking about the fact he'd been curled up right against her chest. Very smooth.]

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