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July catch-all, OTA + Closed prompts; Name your price. Anything, anything!

who: Ivar and you!
what: Catch-call for the month of July
when: Throughout the month
where: All over the city and forest
warnings: Pokemon battle and sparring

A) Blitzle Catching - OTA

Anyone who is beyond the city walls, a mile or two into the forest, is going to hear what sounds like a combination of thunderclaps, a forest fire, and horse whinnies. If they go further in, they're going to be witness to a curious sight. Ivar is using his Ponyta Skinfaxi in an intense Pokemon battle with a Blitzle. The Blitzle is dancing backwards, using her electric attacks like Shock Wave to protect herself from being captured.

Ivar's been training hard with his little Ponyta since he captured it. The little foal is not so little anymore. He has begun to fill out with a broad chest and sturdy back, long legs finally catching up to his appearance. He's learned to trust Ivar implicitly, understanding that his trainer will never allow him to fall prey to any danger.

Right now, he's giving out commands as Skinfaxi charges once more at Blitzle. "Use Ember!" A stream of flames erupts from the Ponyta, heading straight for the Blitzle. She dances away yet again, responding with the attack Charge. Ivar's not deterred. He'll find a way to get this little Electric-type Pokemon no matter what it takes.

B) The Futhark-English Dictionary - OTA

Anyone who sees Ivar during more quiet moments of the month is going to notice that he's got a book with him. Odd enough since the Viking has told people he can't read on more than one occasion. This book is thick and filled with the ancient runes system called Futhark that some Vikings had learned to read. It also has translations in English for every word. It's a dictionary, one of the presents he'd gotten during Prijata.

Ivar is diligently spending his time studying the dictionary with a pen and paper beside him. Every so often, he'll lean over, making some markings in Futhark, and then slowly spelling words out in the English alphabet. His letters are slow and laborious, with more than a few mistakes being made. But Ivar is intelligent and willing to work hard, so he keeps at it.

He can be found doing this anywhere: on floor five, outside in a nearby park, even during slow Perimeter Guard shifts. His focus during this time is just as intense as when he's using his weapons.

C) Weapons Training - OTA

Keeping his skills up to the high standards he has requires a lot of practice. Ivar has been using the archaic weapons like axes and swords since he was a small child. To this end, he spent a lot of time at the training center keeping his skills intact. He can be found there at least a few times a week at the bare minimum, using his weapons on various targets. If anyone challenges him to a sparring match, he'll gladly accept.

One thing he's also become aware of how to use is a gun. Thanks to basic lessons from Loki, he's learned how to properly wield one. But he knows his skills are going to take a lot more work to get as good as he is with his other weapons. Fortunately, Ivar has a good eye, accuracy, and a lot of patience on his side. He can be found at the gun range, using one of the provided handguns to practice. Occasionally, he'll stop, and watch those around him. Don't be surprised if you find yourself being watched with a very intense blue gaze from the Viking in the wheelchair.

D) Nightmares on Floor Five - For Bucky

Ivar wasn't much for sleeping at night. He was naturally a night owl, staying up late, and then sleeping until double digits were on the clock in the morning. So he was having trouble falling asleep long after everyone else on his floor had already passed out for the night.

Subsequently, he could hear when someone started moving around in their sleep, and muttering incoherently. He sat up in his bed, looking around for the source of the noise. It was down towards the first set of beds. He saw Bucky not so much moving as thrashing around, sheets tangled around him. Ivar slipped off the bed, not bothering with the wheelchair when he only needed to go halfway across the room. He crawled over, listening to the mutters and moans that seemed to be issuing from the old soldier.

Ivar got over to the side of the bed, pulling himself up into a sitting up position on his knees. He didn't wake up Bucky right away, instead watching him there, his bright blue eyes practically glowing in the dark as he watched in curiosity, wondering where his friend's mind was.

E) Attempt at Killing #1 - For Cain

Ivar was rolling down a mostly-deserted street after a Perimeter Guard shift where he'd been dealing with some nasty things that looked like six-foot tall versions of Japanese hornets. Trying to kill those things had been a fun, if tiring, challenge. Subsequently, he wasn't really looking where he was going. He ran his wheelchair right over the feet of someone when he reached the street corner.

"I'm sor-" Then he looked up and saw who it was he'd run into. His face immediately shuttered. "--Oh, never mind, it's just you." He hadn't forgotten their encounter when Ivar had just been out of the hospital and in a shitton of pain. He'd been none too fond of Cain then and still wasn't.

F) Domesticity, Morbid Style - For Letha

Ivar had promised Letha he was going to get her a nice furry black hide for her bed. To that end, he'd been volunteering a few more hours on the Perimeter Guard shifts, looking for something that would both be large, black, and furry enough while still having a good skull that they could decorate their daughter's room with so that she'd be able to play with it once she was born. Wasn't he just the most thoughtful father, everyone?

After several failed monster killings, he finally encountered something that was rather like an overgrown, six-armed deep, glossy black colored polar bear. It also had the most melodious-sounding enraged roar, so he knew it would have a great skull. He killed it in one blow to preserve the beast as much as possible. He skinned it, cleaned it, and waited a few days for it to dry. Anyone who complained about the smell during this time was promptly whacked with an axe handle.

Then he took it to the house he sometimes shared with Letha, just as giddy as any other sixteen year old presenting their crush with a gift. He burst through the door, announcing, "Look what I have for you!"

G) Gotta Catch 'em All - For Damian

He'd agreed to take Damian to see the lake where most of the Pokemon tended to congregate. To that end, he'd taken a few Pokeballs and some of the food with him in case he ran into anything interesting he wanted to capture, or in case Damian decided he wanted to catch one of his own. Then he met up with the younger teen and set out beyond the wall.

There were few things that could make the tough Viking soften up at all. The thought of a bunch of animals with powers could do it. Ivar spoke to Damian as they went along "Let me know if you want to catch any of them. You can either try to make friends or I can loan you Skinfaxi for a battle." Skinfaxi had of course accompanied them, loyally walking right behind Ivar, occasionally nuzzling him in hopes of getting a treat.

H) Wildcard

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Have you tried shutting up? I'd be happy to take out your tongue if you can't understand the concept.

[The fact it had taken this long in the conversation to threaten Cain's well-being was a miracle unto itself.]

Mm... yeah, I have, but it doesn't really stick. Sorry.

[ Only not. Not sorry. That's the one. It's hard to tell if he's joking about the silence or losing his tongue. Either would be accurate. ]

You know, I'm not a patient man. You've got about three seconds to either be quiet or I'm going to carve you up like a pig for slaughter.

[Ivar didn't just threaten without reason. He'd follow through if necessary, for he was growing very tired of Cain's flippant nature.]

[ Cain gives it two seconds, then opens his mouth again. ]

That sort of thing is going to get you arrested so fast someday.

[Ivar removes the axe from where it's strapped against his back. He can feel it growing, that old familiar feeling of bloodlust within himself.]

Sooner rather than later if you don't shut up.

[ Okay, come on, kid. He looks at Ivar sidelong and doesn't even look exasperated. Just... really? ]

Are we doing this? Seriously?

[Ivar points the axe at Cain, more than a little angered by the fact that he doesn't seem to be concerned about the weapon at all. What is he, a suicidal lemming?]

You should learn when to be quiet.

[ Speaking of that lack of concern, Cain just rolls his eyes and even spreads his arms partway. ]

And you should learn how to pick your fights.

[With what he sees as an obvious challenge, the already tenuous hold Ivar has on his temper snaps. With a sounds somewhere between a yell and a snarl, he throws the axe he's holding. It buries itself deep into Cain's chest, a fatal wound if ever there was one. Ivar's eyes remain as cold as ever as he waits for the man to die.]

[ Cain could react. He could move to grab Ivar's arm or try out the magic he's only begun to learn, or call out before he gets taken down. He doesn't, however, because this is about proving some kind of point and it seems like the kid needs it, honestly.

He grunts, voice forced from his lips along with his air, and stumbles back before he falls to the ground. Ow, ow. Not, perhaps, as bad as it could be... but plenty painful and unwanted overall. He laughs, broken by the blockade in his chest before the light starts to fade.

Give it a few minutes and he'll be back, but something tells Cain that Ivar won't be there when he wakes back up. ]

[Well, that's taken care of that. Ivar wonders if he should dispose of the body, but it appears they're alone here on the streets. If he makes a clean getaway right now, no one will be able to connect him to the crime.

He wheels himself over the body and yanks his axe out in one swift moment, wiping the gore along the edges off. He hasn't even given the murder itself much thought. It's Ivar's psychopathic nature at its finest. He doesn't feel any guilt when he kills someone. There's just a spike of adrenaline, maybe a little happiness, but never once has he felt bad about what he's done.]

[ Ivar being dutiful to his weapon is probably the only reason he'll see what he does. That smattering of blood and guts on the blade don't stay there long, even the pieces that cling to the blade after the first or second wipe. It shivers and drops off all on its own, the blood that's leaked onto the pavement starting to trail back to where it came from. Hardly even a pinkish stain remains.

Only once all or most of the blood is returned does the wound itself start to knit together, slow in motion but fast for the process that it is. Even before it's fully back together, once it's healed enough to function even with some pained attached, Cain begins to breathe. It's reedy at first before coming stronger, precursor to waking up from what should have been his final rest. ]

[Ivar's eyes go big and round as he watches Cain's body heal itself. He's never seen anything like this before. What the hell is going on? It's like he's been made whole again, no sign that he had died whatsoever. As soon as Cain's eyes open, Ivar full-on panics.]

Aaaaahhhh!

[There's a not-very-dignified scream accompanied by a scramble backwards that nearly tips Ivar right out of his wheelchair. He's seen a lot of weird shit since coming to the Quarantine. But a man full on coming back to life like he was a VCR tape being rewound is something else entirely and Ivar is freaked the fuck out. He tries to throw the axe at Cain again, but in his panicked state, he misses him by a few inches. Cain better start talking fast before he manages to get out one of his knives.]

[ Thankfully, Ivar didn't get him in the head or else he'd have a headache to contest with the yelling. As it is, his usual slow crawl to consciousness is kickstarted with the noise and the clattering of an axe. He opens his eyes and sits up with the automatic reaction of a grimace and a hand going to his chest as if to feel it out.

No need for that, of course, even if it's still mending the last bits and pieces. He moves to put his palm over the handle of the axe to keep it from going anywhere or being gotten, and glances over to Ivar with narrowed, considering eyes. ]

Really? You murder without a second thought but the idea someone in the universe might eventually come back to get you is totally foreign? [ Beat. ] Seriously, chill out. Nothing you've got on you will work, I've tried it all before.

[For once, the young Vikings is temporarily rendered speechless. Here is a man who is alive when he shouldn't be. Something about that is just not right. His mind seems to have slowed down to a crawl, barely able to think of what to do next in his shock. Ivar finally gets that knife out, but he refrains from throwing it now that Cain has his axe. He's no idea if the man(?) knows how to use it or not, but Ivar's not keen to take on someone who apparently can't die.

What are you? Some kind of draugr?

[As with everything else in their world, the Vikings even had an explanation for the undead. But this was like nothing Ivar has ever heard of before. Though now that he's had a moment to think, he's sure there has to be something that will put Cain down for good. No one is completely immortal. Even gods can be killed. It's just a matter of finding out what does the trick.]

No. I'm human, but there's something about me that's apparently worth keeping around until a certain moment.

[ Not that he has any idea what that is, when, or why but it's the fact of the matter. Cain is sure there will be plenty of time in the future to ponder and investigate further. Another reality where he's apparently disconnected from those forces is not the place for those inquiries. ]

Not draugr, or any other kind of risen. I'm just alive.

[Some of the shock Ivar's been going through has worn away. Really, with everything he's gone through in his life, it's hard to keep the Viking frozen in place or broken down for too long.]

Well, you definitely bleed, so I guess you are some form of alive.

[If something bleeds, it can be killed. That was how Ivar thought. It was telling that he didn't really seem to care much that he had tried to murder Cain for very little and there would be no apology forthcoming. Killing someone was second-nature to the Viking. There was something very wrong about the teenager. It had been evident ever since he killed another boy on what amounted to a whim when he was five years old. His brothers were terrified of him for a very good reason.]

That's right.

[ His grip shifts on the axe shaft and he stands up, wound fully closed now. There's no bloody evidence even if another shirt is ruined now. Thanks, jerkwad. ]

Which is why I was telling you consider maybe thinking before doing something stupid.

Edited 2017-08-05 21:04 (UTC)

Well, maybe you could have started off with 'I don't die ever' instead of making vague comments!

[Though with how Ivar was, that probably just would have given him an idea to test out that theory rather than not do it at all. Really, Cain was in kind of a no-win situation when it came to getting Ivar not to try and kill him.]

How was I supposed to know you couldn't die?

That's your catch-22. You piss off someone who wants an excuse and is stronger than you are? And you're toast. No one has to warn when they're going to kill you.

[ Will that even get through? Hard to say. Someone's first reaction being you should have told me doesn't inspire confidence. ]

[Mmmmm, nope. Good luck getting Ivar to listen to reason. He's a creature of pure emotion most of the time, listening to nothing but his own whims.]

I've never met anyone I couldn't beat by eventually. The day that happens, it's my fate to die. But not yet.

[Vikings were an awful fatalistic lot. But Ivar wasn't going to care about what the future held until it actually happened. He had more important things ahead of him.]

Sure. You won't see me argue that. The day you eventually get beat up and maybe killed, though? Not my problem.

[ Cain raises a hand as if to say goodbye, then starts to walk off with Ivar's axe. He calls over his shoulder, however, as if Ivar will let him get away with the last word. ]

I'll toss this into the housing's lost and found when I get back.

I never said it was, dipshit.

[Then he bristles when Cain starts to walk off with his axe in hand.]

Hey! That is mine.

[Having been a father many times over, Cain will probably recognize that youngest child tendency of being very possessive and unwilling to share of one's toys. Besides, Ivar rather prizes his axe ever since Loki put a special charm on it. He's not letting Cain put it down where just anyone can get their hands on it.]

[ Oh yes, that's a familiar tone. Being a father and himself the youngest, once upon a time, he knows it all too well. Cain turns around pretty leisurely and rests it over his shoulder. ]

What, lodging it in my chest wasn't you giving it to me?

[Ivar gives Cain a flat look and folds his arms. He looks rather young practically sulking as he is, much more his age than he tends to act otherwise. Really, are they going to do this right now?]

Considering it has my name on it, you know it wasn't.

[Indeed, there are runes that spell out his name, Loki's, and a few other phrases etched all over the axe. Some are decipherable while most are not.]

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