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[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.]

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It'd take a bit for it to be a lasting enchantment. I can bring you out a rope with something a bit shorter term in the meanwhile, assuming the creature sticks around that long.

[Not to mention where are you even gonna keep a fire-horse, bro?]

If it's stuck around this long, I think it'll last a little while longer.

[Psh, a small detail like that isn't going to stop the Viking. Taming a horse on fire trumps all logic.]

Can't argue with that. Where are you? I'll hunt down a rope and meet you there.

[True that. Stephen is just gonna go with this, it's not like it's any skin off his nose.

Besides, fire horse. That is pretty badass.]

To the west of the city, about half a mile out.

[Who let these two conspire together? They'll be lucky if the Ponyta doesn't light the forest on fire with them in it.]

Alright, I'll be there soon.

[It wouldn't be the first time something Stephen was involved in went up in flames, figuratively or literally. He's practically an expert by this point.]

Don't worry about me. I'm going nowhere fast.

[They need adult supervision. Well, more adult supervision in Strange's case. Someone who can intervene and tell them what a very bad idea this is.]

[And it's not going to take long for Strange to show up. He just stopped to grab some rope, and after an idea, a couple pairs of gloves to enchant along with it.

Better than burning the fuck out of their hands, anyways.

Just crossing to where Ivar was, but making sure not to move too quickly or loudly; the animal seemed uncertain enough as it was without him making a ruckus.]

I figured some gloves enchanted the same way wouldn't hurt for now. [Attention entirely on Ivar, he's used to the game of 'make sure the potentially dangerous animal isn't spooked' he's played it millions of times by now.]

[Ivar's patience, when he really wants something, can stretch out for hours. So it is with the Ponyta. He's gotten it a little closer in the time it takes for Strange to make his way out to them, so now the skittish animal is only about eight feet away. It's rather small, clearly a foal rather than a full-grown adult.

It snorts and twitches its ears at the sight of this newcomer, but it doesn't back away, counting on the flames of its body to protect it. Ivar grins and slides on the gloves over his hands. They fit snugly over the top part of his arm braces.]

I knew there was a reason I liked you.

Someone has to. [Said in a wryly amused tone, slipping on the other pair himself, so if Ivar needed a second set of hands in this he'd be ready to assist.

He'd hang onto the rope for now, until the Viking asked for it. There was no telling if the Ponyta knew what a bridle was, so better to let Ivar keep his hands free to coax the animal closer.]

These should last a couple days, if needed I'll set some up with a more lasting enchantment to go along with the bridle. And when the gloves or rope turns blue, it means that you've got about two minutes before the enchantment's done. Just in case this isn't normal fire, that sometimes adjusts the timing on these things.

Considering it's a horse producing fire from its mane and tail, this definitely qualifies as not being 'normal fire.'

[Ivar makes a clicking sound with his tongue, perking the Ponyta's interest once again. His voice is soft and gentle, such a difference from how he usually acts. He holds out a hand, drawing the Pokemon closer. Its nostrils flare as it walks closer, stopping just close enough for it to nuzzle Ivar's hand gently, searching for either food or comfort.]

Come on. Come here now. We're going to be friends, you and I.

[In the same tone and without turning away, he asks Stephen:]

The rope, please.

Eh, normal insofar as the spells are concerned more than anything.

[He keeps his voice low, and as calm as he can manage, watching as Ivar was coaxing the Ponyta. Whatever else the creature was, it didn't seem too perturbed by his presence at least which was good. He'd feel a bit guilty if he came to help and only wound up scaring the creature away. But it seemed it's interest in either Ivar himself or potential treats was enough to keep it coming forward.

When Ivar asked for the rope, Stephen offered it over, hanging from one hand so the other could take it.]

[With one hand occupied by the fire horse's nuzzling muzzle, Ivar uses the other to form a lasso. He'll only get one shot at this, so he's determined to make it count as he continues to murmur soft words to the Pokemon.

He loops it over the Ponyta's head, settling it onto its neck in one smooth movement. For a moment, it doesn't react, standing perfectly stock-still. Then it jerks up its head, whinnying loudly, before rears on its hind legs, flailing its hooves around in a dangerous manner.

Ivar's nearly jerked right out of his seat. For such a little foal, it's still strong. He loops the excess of rope around one arm, struggling in a battle of wills with the Pokemon. It drags him right out of the wheelchair and onto the ground, but still he won't let go. Only one of them is going to be more stubborn than the other and it's going to be him. He's got this...maybe.]

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