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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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[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.]
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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.]