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Who: Beverly Marsh and You!
When: During the plot.
Where: Around most places.
Warnings: Discussion about what's going on probably.
Notes: This is a generalized starter, pick a place and we'll do the thing.

Beverly Marsh knows she's probably supposed to be going places with people right now, but that's never stopped her from slipping out and doing things on her own. If she was with one of the adults in her life, people would pay more attention to her than she wanted them too, it was a simple fact. Whatever problems the older residents had been having with the older people in town had only affected her in the smallest of ways, so she wasn't worried about that. Besides, she knew that this was just normal for her, going to and from dome to dome as if she was attending school or going between the houses she went through for dinner, or just shopping and training and screwing around.

Despite talking with Ubbe about hiding a dagger, Bev is wearing it on her belt just in case.

But despite the backpack on her shoulders and the dagger, Bev is moving with a purpose, and she's armed with something else: images of the men who had been around Alex and Aaron and Rhys, because she's definitely going to find them and sound the alarm before anything else can happen. If she sees someone she knows, she stops, mostly to check in, but also to spread the pictures around without placing them up on the network.

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"With the pointy end?" It's sarcasm at it's finest, because Bev wants to like him. She wants to like most everyone honestly here (but not at home because Derry) but some people make it hard. Ivar is a person who makes it hard, that much is for certain. And more than that, as someone who can be intentionally prickly herself (and may be a little bit right now) Beverly knows that he's doing it on purpose. It's annoying. Especially considering he's the brother of her best friend and one of the other people who knows what Riverview is like.

"Why do you want to know?" There's a suspicious note in her voice, and she crosses her arms above her chest for a moment, making eye contact with him and not breaking it.

"Because you shouldn't wield a weapon unless you properly know how to use it. Otherwise you're more likely to hurt yourself then someone else." He might engage in scathing, mocking remarks most of the time, but when it comes to weapons, Ivar doesn't fool around. He's been using them since he was five years old and knows what he's talking about.

He pulls out one of his own knives. "Front grip." He holds the blade so that the thumb is closest to the blade, the way most people held knives. "Reverse grip." He flips it around and holds it like an icepick so that the finger closest to the blade is the pinkie finger. "Most people use front grip for more precise stabbing, if you're aiming for a specific body part like an eye. Reverse grip is for when you need more force behind the blade and just need to kill someone as quickly as possible."