[Closed] I will try and try to change

[undeflective]

who: Jamie Dodger Kingsley and Ivar Ragnarsson
what: Apologies are in order.
when: During the Butterfly Effect event, and directly following this thread.
where: Floor five.
warnings: Swearing, probably. Not excessive violence for once (hopefully).

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He'd been in a rage when he left his room, blood boiling quite literally as he dragged his fingers along the wall, scorching marks across it up until he got to the elevator. It was about time he killed that dumbass kid, showed him exactly why he should fear him.

But then something had changed. He'd stopped short, his fire power shutting off as a chill ran down his spine. He'd squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them, he wasn't wearing his ratty sweatshirt. It had been replaced by a pristine sweatervest - his sweatervest, what else would he be wearing? He reached up and felt his face - no scars, but why would there be? He'd never so much as been struck before, much less gotten any major scarring.

He continues up to the fifth floor, but he's no longer sure exactly what he's going to do when he gets there. Part of him still wants to yell, to fight, but there's just no point in giving in to someone who just wants to egg him on. But is it safe to try and parley with someone who's tried to kill him before?

Thus there's a pretty nervous expression as he looks around the fifth floor for the kid. God, he really hopes this doesn't end as badly as their last confrontation.

Comments

[undeflective]

"A fair point." He admits it easily, with a lazy shrug that seems to be the only habit he's kept from his old self, "Where I come from one would need a mess of paperwork to carry that many knives, but I doubt you'd be one to listen to those laws either... and it's not my business to conduct my version of the law here, I don't think."

Although, you know what? That is way too many knives still. And he's watching Ivar with thinly veiled judgement each time that he puts another knife on his person.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar responds to Jamie's comments about his knives by pointedly sliding one into a sheath on his belt. It's the only one that's visible, a reminder to anyone that he is no one to be messed with. Come on, it's only three knives. It's barely enough to stick one in each major organ of a person's body.

"You are right about one thing. I don't listen to things like laws. Or people." He slides off the bed and into his wheelchair in two easy movements. Ivar would do exactly as he pleased and woe be to anyone who tried to stop him. Though honestly, rage tempered or not, the boy definitely needed someone to keep a leash on him.

[undeflective]

Well... that actually gets a smile on his face. "I'd noticed that from your attempts to kill me. I'm not sure how many laws there are against what you did to me here, but you'd have broken at least 20 major ones back home." It sounds like an exaggeration, but things get complicated when one is wandering around past curfew and knowingly threatening a mutant.

"So. This begs the question - do we put this behind us and try to be friends, or make an effort to forgot this moment of clarity?"

[ragnarsson]

Ivar has to bite back another apology. They've already forgiven each other for their past transgressions, but it still hurts to think he's done his utter best to kill the man before him. He knows better and his parents raised him not to be a bloodthirsty monster. "If there's one thing I'm good at, it's getting away with things. They would have locked me up if I hadn't​ been as good of a liar as I was."

Something that had been lost in the transition to his other self, along with that coldly manipulative streak. He considers Jamie's words carefully. He's not sure how long this will last, but he wasn't going to turn down a chance for forgiveness. He smiles, the soft sort of one that his normal self almost never possessed. "I can live with being friends."

[undeflective]

That confession gets a bit of a bemused look from him - seriously, Ivar, should you be telling that to a cop? But he has no authority here, so he guesses it isn't really any of his business.

"Friends it is, then... feel free to call me Jamie, but... well, don't be surprised if my other self doesn't take it too well."

He knows that Dodger is particular with names. Too particular with names. Even his first name carried a sour taste for that version of him, and Jamie knows that will cause problems down the line, but... honestly, maybe Dodger needs those sorts of problems.

[ragnarsson]

"He doesn't take anything to well. I've ceased to be offended by anything that comes out of your-- his mouth." Ivar wheels over towards Jamie, the knife on his belt still prominently within view. "Come on," he says bossily.

He wheels himself over to the elevator, pressing the button, and then adjusting his arm brace where it had slipped down over his wrist. It gives him enough time to wonder who else has been affected in Riverview and if any of the changes are as dramatic physically as what happened with Jamie.