Video; Sleep Deprivation

[ragnarsson]

[The video shows Ivar looking a little rumpled, the look of someone who has been trying to sleep and can't. He's cleaning out grime from under his fingernails with one of his knives as he speaks and it occasionally flashes into view.

Oddly enough, he's smiling, his eyes just a little too bright. It's not a happy smile. When Ivar gets angry, sometimes, he smiles in a way that says he's going to rip your throat out with his teeth if you get too close. His tone sounds oddly cheerful as he speaks.]

To whoever is making that horrible racket that's keeping me awake, you have two options. Stop it. [Then his voice goes dark and furious.] Or I'll stop it. Trust me when I say my way will be a lot more unpleasant. [He never stops smiling even as he turns off the video.]

Comments

[ragnarsson]

Seems like an awful inconvenience to me. That's a good portion of the day that you're stuck out of the way.

[idolpire]

And yet in Alaska, I've got six whole months of playtime. You win some, you lose some. Part of being a demon.

[ragnarsson]

Think that's true whether you're a demon or not. Where's Alaska?

[He's still working on his geography lessons.]

[idolpire]

Alaska? Ah, upper North America. Land of snow, snow, and a little bit more snow. Anything near the polar caps are great for vamps -- for half the year. Other half, you get six months of nothing but sun, so...

[ragnarsson]

Sounds like home. Six months of winter. And then six months of summer.

[Ivar did not miss the winters right now. Crawling through snowbanks with just his arms was never a picnic.]

[idolpire]

Vikings... from where, Iceland? Greenland? Denmark? Never ran into your kind. Can't say I'm solid on where they made home.

[ragnarsson]

Vikings are everywhere. But I'm from Norway. Kattegat in the southern part of the land.

[idolpire]

Land of ice and snow and boring. Right. Got it.