Second Ax [@the.boneless, video]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's improving on using the video function. This time, he gets it on the first try. His voice is just a little above a whisper and he's looking off to the side at something just beyond the camera. The background shows he's in the forest beyond the city.]

Does anyone know where I can find a fire-proof bridle?

[The question seems a bit of a non-sequitur until he turns the camera to the side. There's a Ponyta standing not too far off. Ivar's been trying to get it closer all afternoon. It's taken a lot of patience, but now it's only about ten feet away. Its diamond-shaped eyes narrow as it watches the Viking and the Pokemon tosses its head, too suspicious to come any closer.]

Come on. I won't hurt you. Just a little further. Come on.

[For someone who usually keeps everyone at arm's length with a combination of sarcasm and toughness, he sounds far more gentle than usual. It seems to be working, as the Ponyta takes a hesitant step forward, ears pricked forward in anticipation. Ivar's face is a combination of wonder and awe. He's about ten seconds away from completely freaking out. This creature looks like something from an old legend, a horse with a mane and tail of fire. This qualifies as the coolest thing he's seen since he came to the city.]

Comments

[ragnarsson]

[Psh, he's already middle-aged by the standards of the 800s. Deal with it, Ant-Man.]

It takes a lot to scare me.

[And no one is ever going to see it unless he gets forced into open water. Then they'll be able to hear him screaming from one side of the city to the other.]

[toolatetochangethename]

[No one tells Ant Man what to deal with!]

Oh?

Like....clowns? [Because, seriously. Cassie loves them? But NOPE. ]

[ragnarsson]

[No one except teenaged Vikings with an attitude, apparently.]

No. You simply light those abominations on fire to deal with them.

[He'd had to be dissuaded from doing just that during the last festival when he'd encountered one.]

[toolatetochangethename]

[Well, he can't really fault that response. It's only the sane response when faced with clowns.]

Okay, fine. So, let's try [Because this is 20 Questions: what scares people, apparently.] Confined spaces.

That smell bad.

[ragnarsson]

[This conversation has taken a turn for the bizarre. Then again, that's how it's seemed thus far entirely.]

....Clearly, you underestimate the power of a longship full of unwashed Vikings.

[toolatetochangethename]

I might underestimate the SMELL of that, at least.

Then again, I live with three other ex-cons, so....maybe not. [Seriously, there is sometimes some man funk going on in his apartment.]

[ragnarsson]

How do you live with three other people and not practice hygiene? Doesn't where you come from have running water like here?

[Judging face because even Vikings don't have that much and still manage to fit in a bath almost every day. Carting water to fill a bathtub was no picnic.]