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riverviewlogs2017-08-14 10:52 pm
ragnarsson) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-14 10:52 pm
I don't mind, forget it, there's nothing to lose (OTA)
who: Ivar and you + some closed prompts
what: Catch-all for August! Amnesia plot and regular prompts
when: Later half of August, the 9th onwards.
where: All over the city
warnings: None
A. Ivarsdottir. Def: Old Norse for Ivar's daughter. - OTA
While Letha seemed determined to hide Winter away like she was some hideous monster, Ivar's attitude was in a complete 180 degree direction. He couldn't have been prouder to be a father to such a wonderful little girl. Because of his impotency, he'd always thought he'd never be able to have children. To get the chance to be a father was more than he ever could have hoped for.
Anyone who might have been worried about how someone so filled with anger was going to be around a child would soon have their fears put to rest. Ivar was as doting and gentle as any new parent, wanting nothing more than to hold Winter close and gaze down at her little oddly-colored eyes.
She was still a little fragile, so mostly he was found with her in the hospital. But every so often, he got permission from the staff to take her outside, provided she was suitably protected from the sun. That pale skin, white as snow, would burn easily without her dressed up. No matter where the location was, Ivar was going to be approaching friends, acquaintances, and let's face it, perfect strangers to brag about his child. "Have you see my daughter?" He asks everyone with just about the proudest expression on his face that he could have.
B. Just fade away. - OTA
Compared to most of the denizens who have been afflicted with amnesia, Ivar seemed to be unaffected by what was taking everyone's memories. He wasn't stumbling around completely unaware of who he was or where the Quarantine was. But there's some subtle details that one might notice about the Viking that show he's not as unaffected as he's pretending to be.
He doesn't seem to use anyone's name in conversation or bring it up until the person he's talking to has done it himself. Five minutes after he leaves them, he won't remember it anyway. Also, in a first for the Viking, he's without weapons. Holding onto them had only caused a deep gash across his palm since he was unable to remember how to wield them properly. All he was keeping were the arm guards Tony had made for him. He figured the blades that could pop out of them were enough to keep him safe if anyone tried to attack him.
Finally, for anyone close that have heard him talk of his family, he seems to have forgotten entirely about one of his brothers, only mentioning three instead of four. This actually is one of the more advantageous aspects. Sigurd has been nothing but a constant torment his entire life, providing a neverending source of anger for the Viking. He's actually much happier not remembering the worst one of his older brothers. All in all, the more perceptive denizens of the Quarantine might realize something's amiss, but to everyone else, he might just seem a touch off.
C. A llama is a made up animal. - For Marco
"...What is that?" Ivar has seen a lot of strange animals in his time here. Heck, he owns a pair of fire and electric horses, for goodness sake. But every so often, there's an animal that continues to surprise him. After all, he's from a time period where very little of the world and its creatures have been discovered. This thing before him is fluffy, has a long neck, and overall is just...weird. He's never seen anything like it before.
He holds out a hand, having seen enough animals to know it was better to let them come to him instead of approaching them in what they could interpret as an aggressive manner. Besides, the wheelchair made some of them nervous. He continues talking to it in a low, casual tone. "So what are you then? Some sort of reject horse?"
Of course, he's never expecting in a million years that this funny looking creature might actually be capable of answering him back.
D. A little family just struggling together. - For Letha.
Ivar had barely been speaking with Letha. He was still furious at the way she was treating Winter. He wouldn't have even seen her at all had he not been coming to the hospital on an almost daily basis to see their daughter. Even then, she was lucky to get more than two words out of him, maybe a question of how the two of them were doing if she was lucky. When Ivar got mad, he could hold onto grudges forever. It could have been worse. If provoked again into a real rage, there was no telling what he might do, no matter how much he loved her.
But when he showed up to see Winter today, she was already being held by Letha, and apparently without any prompting by the nurses. It was such a surprising sight that Ivar merely sat there in the doorway, watching the two of them for a moment. It was such a pretty sight, so normal to see her actually acting as a mother caring for her child. "Well, that's more like it." He wheeled himself into the room and up to the edge of Letha's bed.
He reached out a hand, letting it rest upon the skin of Winter's tiny baby-soft one. "I was wondering what it was going to take to get you to come to your senses." As usual, he was blaming everything that had happened solely upon Letha. There would be no apology or soft words coming from him. There never was.
what: Catch-all for August! Amnesia plot and regular prompts
when: Later half of August, the 9th onwards.
where: All over the city
warnings: None
A. Ivarsdottir. Def: Old Norse for Ivar's daughter. - OTA
While Letha seemed determined to hide Winter away like she was some hideous monster, Ivar's attitude was in a complete 180 degree direction. He couldn't have been prouder to be a father to such a wonderful little girl. Because of his impotency, he'd always thought he'd never be able to have children. To get the chance to be a father was more than he ever could have hoped for.
Anyone who might have been worried about how someone so filled with anger was going to be around a child would soon have their fears put to rest. Ivar was as doting and gentle as any new parent, wanting nothing more than to hold Winter close and gaze down at her little oddly-colored eyes.
She was still a little fragile, so mostly he was found with her in the hospital. But every so often, he got permission from the staff to take her outside, provided she was suitably protected from the sun. That pale skin, white as snow, would burn easily without her dressed up. No matter where the location was, Ivar was going to be approaching friends, acquaintances, and let's face it, perfect strangers to brag about his child. "Have you see my daughter?" He asks everyone with just about the proudest expression on his face that he could have.
B. Just fade away. - OTA
Compared to most of the denizens who have been afflicted with amnesia, Ivar seemed to be unaffected by what was taking everyone's memories. He wasn't stumbling around completely unaware of who he was or where the Quarantine was. But there's some subtle details that one might notice about the Viking that show he's not as unaffected as he's pretending to be.
He doesn't seem to use anyone's name in conversation or bring it up until the person he's talking to has done it himself. Five minutes after he leaves them, he won't remember it anyway. Also, in a first for the Viking, he's without weapons. Holding onto them had only caused a deep gash across his palm since he was unable to remember how to wield them properly. All he was keeping were the arm guards Tony had made for him. He figured the blades that could pop out of them were enough to keep him safe if anyone tried to attack him.
Finally, for anyone close that have heard him talk of his family, he seems to have forgotten entirely about one of his brothers, only mentioning three instead of four. This actually is one of the more advantageous aspects. Sigurd has been nothing but a constant torment his entire life, providing a neverending source of anger for the Viking. He's actually much happier not remembering the worst one of his older brothers. All in all, the more perceptive denizens of the Quarantine might realize something's amiss, but to everyone else, he might just seem a touch off.
C. A llama is a made up animal. - For Marco
"...What is that?" Ivar has seen a lot of strange animals in his time here. Heck, he owns a pair of fire and electric horses, for goodness sake. But every so often, there's an animal that continues to surprise him. After all, he's from a time period where very little of the world and its creatures have been discovered. This thing before him is fluffy, has a long neck, and overall is just...weird. He's never seen anything like it before.
He holds out a hand, having seen enough animals to know it was better to let them come to him instead of approaching them in what they could interpret as an aggressive manner. Besides, the wheelchair made some of them nervous. He continues talking to it in a low, casual tone. "So what are you then? Some sort of reject horse?"
Of course, he's never expecting in a million years that this funny looking creature might actually be capable of answering him back.
D. A little family just struggling together. - For Letha.
Ivar had barely been speaking with Letha. He was still furious at the way she was treating Winter. He wouldn't have even seen her at all had he not been coming to the hospital on an almost daily basis to see their daughter. Even then, she was lucky to get more than two words out of him, maybe a question of how the two of them were doing if she was lucky. When Ivar got mad, he could hold onto grudges forever. It could have been worse. If provoked again into a real rage, there was no telling what he might do, no matter how much he loved her.
But when he showed up to see Winter today, she was already being held by Letha, and apparently without any prompting by the nurses. It was such a surprising sight that Ivar merely sat there in the doorway, watching the two of them for a moment. It was such a pretty sight, so normal to see her actually acting as a mother caring for her child. "Well, that's more like it." He wheeled himself into the room and up to the edge of Letha's bed.
He reached out a hand, letting it rest upon the skin of Winter's tiny baby-soft one. "I was wondering what it was going to take to get you to come to your senses." As usual, he was blaming everything that had happened solely upon Letha. There would be no apology or soft words coming from him. There never was.
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"Good job she's not in her world, then."
It might give her a chance to be raised somewhere without stigma and hatred colouring her childhood. At least, assuming they stayed here that long.
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"Exactly. I figure this place has enough people with different powers already, so she'll fit right in." If only Letha could see things the same way he did, then Ivar's little family would have been perfect. Or so he thought with all the naive optimism of a teenager.
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But he would have gone anyway. He would have wanted to watch Steve's six, nobody else could be trusted to do it properly. So he would have ended up in the same position even with a warning, the same future no matter what he did. He hopes that this little kid has a better one ahead of her.
"If she has folks that care about her, that's the first battle won. Doesn't matter how different you are, if your folks support you then it's easier to face. I learned that from someone I used to know."
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"Well, she has me." That one sentence made it quite clear where her mother stood on the matter. She barely held her and considered her to be an abomination. Ivar hadn't forgotten how she'd seriously considered his suggestion of putting her in the woods to die if she wasn't going to raise her up with love. He loved Letha, as much as he was capable of doing, but this has caused a rift between them.
"Letha... she doesn't see her the same way I do. Women who feel about their children the way she does tend to abandon them in the forest so the wolves will kill them where I'm from." Ivar's own father had tried to, but the love he held for his son overcame the desire for a merciful end. In his darker moments, Ivar sometimes wish he had, rather condemn him to the hard life he'd had.
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"Then you're gonna have to be the protection and support she needs without her." That wasn't an easy thing to put on anyone's shoulders, much less a teenager with empathy problems. But he had decided to be a father, so that made this baby his responsibility. "You have friends that can help you out."
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"Yes. Having friends does help." He gives Bucky a meaningful look. Sure, the ex-assassin is screwed up, but then, so is Ivar. They get along well enough. "That's something I never had back home."
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"Better friends, kid. Safer ones, you don't want to raise a baby around someone like me."
That's probably the most openly he's put it in words since they met, usually he just flees in silence when things get hard, and it's fairly obvious he's not far off from doing that again now.
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"I'm not a kid." Which is precisely something a kid would say. "You're a lot of fucked up things, but if I thought you'd hurt my daughter, I wouldn't hesitate to never talk to you again." That was putting it mildly. Any threat to Winter was getting put down permanently. But anyone that struggled with their conscience as much as Bucky did clearly would never harm an innocent child. Ivar put a lot of trust into his friends.
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Nor was he about to be explaining it any time soon. He just backed up another step and then turned to go, pretty confident that Ivar couldn't follow him at the moment because of needing to hold onto the baby rather than wheel his chair.
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Then he looks down at Winter. "What do you think?" She, of course, has no answers for him. Ah, well. He'll figure it out later. Best get her back to the hospital so that they can both get some rest.