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thespherelogs2019-04-24 10:35 pm
ragnarsson) wrote in thespherelogs2019-04-24 10:35 pm
Paint it on, cover every inch
Who: Ivar, Rhys, Dodger, and others
What: Ivar gets a move on some personal projects
Where: A and B: one of the nature domes. All over the place for the others
When: Over the course of the week
Warnings: Body horror with morphing, mention of human sacrifice
A) Penance
Ivar's been quite subdued ever since talking to his sister. She'd put the fear of the gods into him and with good reason. Though he doesn't feel bad about the actions he took in sacrificing the woman he masqueraded as Lagertha, he now is afraid he's been cursed by the gods.
So he's in one of the nature domes, having selected a rock just a little bit smaller then a boulder in size. He's got a pick and a hammer, so anyone who happens upon him will find him deep in concentration as he carves Norse runes out onto the stone. Occasionally, he stops what he's doing, takes a step back, and looks over his work with a critical eye before he resumes again. Any offers of help will be sternly rebuffed. This is his task and his alone.
B) Practice
Other times, he can be found off in the treeline, having strung up a few targets all over the place. It's been a while since he practiced his skills and Ivar's hardly one to let himself get rusty. It had taken a very long time to get as good as he was and he'd just as soon die as let those skills wither away and die.
He's got his axes and knives out. With unerring aim, he throws them one at a time at the targets, hitting the middle nearly every time. When he hears someone coming up near him, he pauses for a moment before turning, and throwing the weapon right at the person walking towards him. Don't worry, he never actually hits anyone, but it's close enough to graze someone's skin. Just don't flinch or it might take off more then that.
C) Pierced
Shortly after the fight with Jack, there would be a rather conspicuous sight dragging itself to Dorm Dome 1. There was a large alien, reminiscent of a lion, bull, and hyena, but bigger then all three animals put together bleeding all over the place and limping badly as it made its way into the dome. Due to a combination of claws and hooves, it made a curious sound as it went along. Click-click-clop. Click-click-clop. Ivar had won the battle, but he'd hardly escaped unscathed. He'd been burned, stung, shot at, whacked with a wrench, and he wasn't sure what else with what had been up the sleeves of that prime annoyance's sweater.
When he was almost to the beds, his strength finally gave out, and he sank down, lying on his haunches. He needed to demorph before he passed out. Much as he liked this form, he wasn't fond enough of it to want to be stuck in it permanently, and he needed to heal from all these injuries. Before he did that, he was just going to lie here for a minute or two. Anyone who came upon him was going to see the badly-injured alien lying there, panting slowly while it got blood all over the floor.
D) Plod Away - For Rhys
After his fight with Jack, Ivar's leg braces had been snapped into so many pieces that there was no hope of ever repairing them. R.I.P. He was quite mad about that, but killing Jack had been worth the loss of mobility. He was back to using his wheelchair full time. Fortunately, there seemed to be someone here tech-savvy enough to create a new pair for him.
So he went off to talk to Rhys. When he found him in one of the domes, he didn't bother with any greeting or small talk. "You said you could make me a pair of braces. I hope for your sake that you are confident in your skills." With no people skills and an ominous sounding oblique threat in there, it was going to be a small wonder if Rhys decided to actually help him.
E) Puppy - For Dodger
This version of Dodger was different then the one Ivar had known. Just how much he wasn't yet sure of. He was starting over at the beginning with this idiot and wasn't that a galling thought? He'd have to spend a whole other year training him back to Ivar's standards. Such a waste.
But there was one thing that Ivar was sure hadn't changed about the man. If he didn't still like dogs, then he'd clearly changed for the absolute worse and Ivar would have to write that off entirely. The mutant's fondness for man's best friends was one of his only redeeming qualities. So Ivar morphed into his husky form and trotted off, following the scent of the man until he'd tracked him down in one of the domes. He doesn't approach him right away, instead letting the dog instincts follow interesting smells until it brought him close to the man.
Gods, but that chemical smell of the drugs coming off Dodger was awful. It was like breathing in the scent of something slowly dying. When he finally seems to notice Dodger, he goes up to him with a wagging tail and happy smile on his furry face, the epitome of a friendly dog that didn't have a human mind with devious thoughts inside. He fully expected a warm welcome.
What: Ivar gets a move on some personal projects
Where: A and B: one of the nature domes. All over the place for the others
When: Over the course of the week
Warnings: Body horror with morphing, mention of human sacrifice
A) Penance
Ivar's been quite subdued ever since talking to his sister. She'd put the fear of the gods into him and with good reason. Though he doesn't feel bad about the actions he took in sacrificing the woman he masqueraded as Lagertha, he now is afraid he's been cursed by the gods.
So he's in one of the nature domes, having selected a rock just a little bit smaller then a boulder in size. He's got a pick and a hammer, so anyone who happens upon him will find him deep in concentration as he carves Norse runes out onto the stone. Occasionally, he stops what he's doing, takes a step back, and looks over his work with a critical eye before he resumes again. Any offers of help will be sternly rebuffed. This is his task and his alone.
B) Practice
Other times, he can be found off in the treeline, having strung up a few targets all over the place. It's been a while since he practiced his skills and Ivar's hardly one to let himself get rusty. It had taken a very long time to get as good as he was and he'd just as soon die as let those skills wither away and die.
He's got his axes and knives out. With unerring aim, he throws them one at a time at the targets, hitting the middle nearly every time. When he hears someone coming up near him, he pauses for a moment before turning, and throwing the weapon right at the person walking towards him. Don't worry, he never actually hits anyone, but it's close enough to graze someone's skin. Just don't flinch or it might take off more then that.
C) Pierced
Shortly after the fight with Jack, there would be a rather conspicuous sight dragging itself to Dorm Dome 1. There was a large alien, reminiscent of a lion, bull, and hyena, but bigger then all three animals put together bleeding all over the place and limping badly as it made its way into the dome. Due to a combination of claws and hooves, it made a curious sound as it went along. Click-click-clop. Click-click-clop. Ivar had won the battle, but he'd hardly escaped unscathed. He'd been burned, stung, shot at, whacked with a wrench, and he wasn't sure what else with what had been up the sleeves of that prime annoyance's sweater.
When he was almost to the beds, his strength finally gave out, and he sank down, lying on his haunches. He needed to demorph before he passed out. Much as he liked this form, he wasn't fond enough of it to want to be stuck in it permanently, and he needed to heal from all these injuries. Before he did that, he was just going to lie here for a minute or two. Anyone who came upon him was going to see the badly-injured alien lying there, panting slowly while it got blood all over the floor.
D) Plod Away - For Rhys
After his fight with Jack, Ivar's leg braces had been snapped into so many pieces that there was no hope of ever repairing them. R.I.P. He was quite mad about that, but killing Jack had been worth the loss of mobility. He was back to using his wheelchair full time. Fortunately, there seemed to be someone here tech-savvy enough to create a new pair for him.
So he went off to talk to Rhys. When he found him in one of the domes, he didn't bother with any greeting or small talk. "You said you could make me a pair of braces. I hope for your sake that you are confident in your skills." With no people skills and an ominous sounding oblique threat in there, it was going to be a small wonder if Rhys decided to actually help him.
E) Puppy - For Dodger
This version of Dodger was different then the one Ivar had known. Just how much he wasn't yet sure of. He was starting over at the beginning with this idiot and wasn't that a galling thought? He'd have to spend a whole other year training him back to Ivar's standards. Such a waste.
But there was one thing that Ivar was sure hadn't changed about the man. If he didn't still like dogs, then he'd clearly changed for the absolute worse and Ivar would have to write that off entirely. The mutant's fondness for man's best friends was one of his only redeeming qualities. So Ivar morphed into his husky form and trotted off, following the scent of the man until he'd tracked him down in one of the domes. He doesn't approach him right away, instead letting the dog instincts follow interesting smells until it brought him close to the man.
Gods, but that chemical smell of the drugs coming off Dodger was awful. It was like breathing in the scent of something slowly dying. When he finally seems to notice Dodger, he goes up to him with a wagging tail and happy smile on his furry face, the epitome of a friendly dog that didn't have a human mind with devious thoughts inside. He fully expected a warm welcome.
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Well... he's not going to stand here all day. He turns again but this time pats his leg, gesturing for the dog to heel. If the husky comes with him, he guesses it's his. And if it has owners, they can pay for their dog back or something.
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Ivar trots alongside him, wondering if the paranoid mutant has once again booby-trapped his room. At least this will give him an idea of how to avoid them if he has.
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Dodger's apartment in Riverview had been pretty well lived-in by the time Ivar saw it. Dodger is still laying low and testing his boundaries here, and his dome seems to reflect that. There's two empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter, and a rudimentary spring trap being worked on in the living room, but otherwise it seems like no one lives here.
Dodger sets Ivar down and lets him explore while he opens the fridge and grabs another beer. He's still trying to decide what exactly to do with this dog... he guesses he should get some supplies, if he's keeping it. It might be hungry. It would probably tell him if it was, so he isn't bothered about it right now.
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He's mindful of the time on the clock. He's been in dog form for about an hour, so he's got one more to go before he absolutely has to change back. If he's still around Dodger then, well, he's gonna be in for a hell of a surprise.
Once he's done with sniffing every inch of his new territory, he bounds down onto the sunken bed with a gigantic leap. Then he curls up. He has claimed it and so clearly it is his now.
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And then the dog decides to claim his bed, and he follows with a huff. "No, not yours."
He reaches in and grabs Ivar with one hand on the scruff of his neck and the other supporting his belly, and drops him unceremoniously onto the floor beside the bed. He trusts the dog to catch himself.
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Still, it's good that Dodger is setting boundaries early. The dog instincts respond to that even if the Viking part of his brain is still fiercely independent. Huskies are not known for being people-pleasers, so he'll need a lot of training.
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He's a little surprised by the attitude. Augustine's dog, despite being named Crusher, is a neurotic mess that needs constant emotional support and validation.
Apparently Augustine is a magnet for that type.And after all, hadn't this dog wanted to come here?Dodger silently resolves to grab the husky's mouth and hold it shut if he howls again. He's not here for that.
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His eyes wrinkle up in pleasure when he's scratched and his fluffy tail thumps the ground. He hadn't considered before how long he was going to carry on this facade of being a dog, but Ivar now thinks he'll be doing it for quite some time to come. He rather enjoys Dodger's company this way and it's a bonus being able to pull one over on the mutant without him ever realizing it.
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Well, this dog is still better than Crusher. He's not panic-drooling all over the floor, and that already gives him a leg up. But he can see a stubborn streak in it, and he's going to have to do some work to get that out without... creating another Crusher to deal with.
He supposes the dog doesn't need tags quite yet, staying in a private dome. A prong collar and leash should be fine. He can't think of where he's going to get that in a city without animals, though. Seems like it's time for some creative shopping.
"Come on." He reaches under the dog to push him into a standing position, and nudge him out into the living room. He's closing the bedroom off for now, so the dog doesn't get any ideas when he leaves.