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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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She flinches when he licks her, and pokes his nose gently as a petty punishment. "That hurt, you mangy beast!" The affection is still clear in her voice, and she goes right back to petting him. If nothing else, she appreciates the intent.
Actually... she perks up, and glances back down at him. "Now that I think of it... can you die? Or will you be brought back like everyone else? Is there an afterlife only for animals?" There's another pause... she's on the brink of deciding that this is the first animal she's seen here, but she's still searching her brain for memories. Surely this isn't the only animal in the city.
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He words actually get Ivar thinking too. If he died in this animal form, would he come back in it? Would he be stuck permanently in it? Such questions were ones he'd rather not face. Better to demorph now and heal instead of wasting time. He struggles to his feet, every inch of him still in pain. He turns to Letha and rubs his massive head against her gently, mindful of his horns, in thanks for keeping him company.
Then he limps out of the room to go find a quiet spot he can demorph in.