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Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson ([personal profile] ragnarsson) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-07-05 10:40 pm

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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anotheroldsoldier: (can't sleep)

Nightmares

[personal profile] anotheroldsoldier 2017-07-06 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't happen quite as often as it used to. Bucky only sleeps about six hours a night anyway, and having Steve and Tony both on the same floor eases them somewhat. They're a little worse when someone new moves onto the floor, though. He can't sleep quite as easily with a new and unknown quantity just beds away setting off the warning bells in the back of his head that go off whether he wants them to or not. His nightmares, when they happen, are normally quieter than this, he holds himself preternaturally still, but...

But once in a while. Once in a while, his brain torments him with just the right series of images, a mixture of memories and awful imagination, to make him break out in a cold sweat, to make him toss in the sheets. Tonight Bucky Barnes is trapped in his own head, locked away inside the Winter Soldier, watching helplessly as he pulls the trigger, as he falls into step for his Russian masters. It morphs hideously with thoughts of Steve - Steve in his crosshairs, on the courthouse steps, falling to the ground in his handcuffs with the Soldier's bullets in his belly and blood blossoming across the stars and stripes. The shield is yours, Cap.

His low sleep-mumbling is a strange mixture of Russian and English, though the magic of this place probably translates it all. "Don't do it, don't- I don't want it-" He seems to grow uneasier with Ivar close, rolling to face him, the sheet twisted around his legs. His eyes haven't opened just yet.
aeturnus: (pic#11520441)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-07-06 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ow? Rude. Someone rolling over his toes is definitely not what he expects when he's distracted by something on his phone, and he pulls back when the other doesn't stop. Only after he's fully trodden does Ivar look up at him and Cain merely raises his brows for the unenthusiastic, rude response. ]

Right. Just me. Apparently not good enough for an apology?
aeturnus: (pic#11384451)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-07-06 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, you're a little douche when you're not exhausted.

[ Nah, if someone's going to come at him, Cain will go back at it. This guy might be something to be feared... but Cain doesn't have a whole lot of fears left anymore. ]

So sorry, I think my annoying button got stuck when you ran into me.
aeturnus: (pic#11359473)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-07-06 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Close, but no cigar. I fully own that I'm a nosy busybody that finds everyone else interesting.

[ Doesn't mean he's interested in them. ]

If anybody asks, anyway.
aeturnus: (pic#11359467)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-07-06 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
You're the one who stopped me.

[ Just... checking... Ivar knows that, right? Dicks can have friends for sure but it doesn't help when they meet their own kind. ]
aeturnus: (pic#11384451)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-07-07 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cain is both stunned and entertained by that. Are you serious? ]

A world without logic is one I don't want to live in, kid.
aeturnus: (pic#11520441)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-07-07 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
If common sense were actually that common, everyone would have it.

[ Cain's just messing with him now because it's funny but also because it's weird there are so many agreeable people in the city at once. He's only really gotten annoyed at Letha so far and that's... Letha. Necromancer who thinks binding undead souls is a-okay. ]
burntbridges: To the unknown (Cheer ☿ But I can hope)

Domesticity ♡

[personal profile] burntbridges 2017-07-07 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Well, in all fairness she's a little startled by the noise, but after a brief moment to catch her breath from their daughter kicking at the sounding his voice, she rushes over to greet him. And when she sees the thick bundle of black fur on his lap, her eyes light up with excitement.

"You found one!"

Her hair is in messy pigtails to keep it out of her face, as she'd been doing her best to clean the house between herself and the new skeleton Nico had been kind enough to introduce her to. She's even managed to chip off some of the paint on her nails, while cleaning - the sight of independence, she's fairly sure. And by now there really is a lot to clean, since she's had time to decorate the house and even set up a proper nursery for their daughter. Istrid. Her name is going to be Istrid, she's very set on that.

"Do you have the skull in there, too? What does it sound like?"
aeturnus: (pic#11384395)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-07-07 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
We've only ever talked twice.

[ ... Yep, no such luck. Cain starts walking when Ivar begins to move and doesn't even break stride. Clearly hanging about with this aggressive douchecanoe is a good idea. ]
anotheroldsoldier: (uhhhhhhhhhh)

[personal profile] anotheroldsoldier 2017-07-07 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
Touching him when he's like this was a mistake, Ivar will soon find out. He's no doubt seen Bucky at work with the Guard, but he hasn't seen him like this. Bucky's eyes fly open and his body goes very still, looking at Ivar and somehow looking right through him at the same time. His eyes are blank and empty the way they never are while he's awake, cold and sharp.

He reacts more quickly than one might expect from someone with no superpowers, rolling, snatching Ivar up by his shirt and hurling him at the far wall as if he weighs nothing. To the metal arm, he practically does weigh nothing.

His chest is heaving as he crouches on the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor, fingers flexing. It takes a minute or so for that sharp, blank-eyed look to fade to muzzy confusion.
aeturnus: (pic#11359473)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-07-09 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
I thought we got along pretty okay.

[ He shrugs, because it's hard to really concern Cain and even if they didn't get along it was just one encounter among many that he's had in the city, not to mention in the rest of his life. First impressions last, but lasting impressions are what you remember first down the road. ]
anotheroldsoldier: (sad puppy man)

[personal profile] anotheroldsoldier 2017-07-09 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky wakes up several moments behind his body, enough for the damage to be done. That blank look on his face clears up, and leaves a slack, muted sort of horror. Seeing Ivar on the ground, he can follow the trajectory of how he'd thrown him, and he shudders, sinking back down onto the edge of the bed. Scrubbing a hand over his eyes, he doesn't risk insult to Ivar by trying to help him up.

"Shit. Ivar. You-" The words stick in his throat. "You shouldn't wake me up like that." The thing he doesn't say is left dangling in the air, obvious as anything, I'm dangerous. He might have it together more than his counterpart, they might be totally different men most of the time, but sometimes... Sometimes the similarities are overwhelming.

"I'm sorry. Fuck."
burntbridges: To the unknown (Glance ☿ How long baby)

[personal profile] burntbridges 2017-07-09 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
She takes it gratefully, pressing her face into the thick fur with a little giggle of joy. He's found the best creature possible - and when she hears the long, melodic roar from its skull she looks up with a startled but nevertheless excited look.

With a moment of thought she searches out the body of her servant in another room, and Bludmilla shambles over to take the fur from her. She's been having a lot of time to practice with her, and she's starting to feel her powers are back where they were before her death - at least strong enough that the risen can go and lay out the fur without Letha supervising her. That frees her hands to take the skull, looking it over with unbridled curiosity like a child at Christmas.

"Hello there..." The skull creates a small chuffing noise, startling her crow pin into cawing at it, and a thought occurs to her about the same time that she realizes Ivar can't hear it, "I should teach you to speak to the dead - it would be such a shame for Istrid and I to hear this without you."

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