Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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riverview2017-03-28 03:37 pm
ragnarsson) wrote in riverview2017-03-28 03:37 pm
Second Ax [@the.boneless, video]
[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.]
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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[That's good because Ivar was using the text-to-speech function since he can't read. The sound was agitating the Ponyta.]
No. Should they have?
[Oh yes, this will only end in disaster.]
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[ Michael rubs his face. A viking teenager taming a flaming horse. Just another day in Riverview, really. ]
I'll give you a demonstration when you get back to housing.
... You're not bringing it here, are you?
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[Yes.]
Unless you know of some fireproof stables somewhere in the city?
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[ Michael is having to swallow his brotherly instincts here, it's really not his place to tell Ivar what to do. ]
Make sure your bedding is safe, okay? It should have a tag on it somewhere saying the fibre content. Make sure it's cotton or linen, something that can be put out if it catches on fire and won't stick to your skin.
If it's polyester or rayon let me know. I'll pick you up something that's less dangerous.
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[He may have failed to mention that he can't read to most of the floor. It's never really been a topic of discussion till coming here. Vikings have no concept or need of written history.]
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Both.
But you know what, I'll look for you. I'm almost home.
I'll get the fire extinguisher ready too.
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[Just get him books filled with death, destruction, and doom. He'll be willing to read those.]
Good. I'll be back with him in about an hour.
[Thank goodness one of them has the sense to be prepared. Ivar would likely set the entire floor on fire with his antics.]