It takes Ivar a while to make sure he'll look proper for the sacrifice and also to gather up two chickens. He at first thinks about just stuffing them in a sack, but considering how many people have been freaking out over the treatment of the animals, he decides instead to put them in a small coop one of the natives had made so he won't have to listen to anyone complain. Then he sets out, the coop propped on his lap while he's in the wheel chair.
He looks unusually happy when he sees Gaige, at least as far as Ivar's default expression went considering he usually looks like he wants to murder someone. While it wasn't quite the traditional garb for a sacrifice, she'd put forth the effort, and that's what mattered. He waves back and wheels over.
"Alright. We've got the chickens, knives, and bowls. That's about all we really need. Let's get this going, shall we?" This is gonna be fun, at least as far as the definition of the word meant in Ivar and Gaige's minds.
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Date: 2019-09-19 05:56 am (UTC)He looks unusually happy when he sees Gaige, at least as far as Ivar's default expression went considering he usually looks like he wants to murder someone. While it wasn't quite the traditional garb for a sacrifice, she'd put forth the effort, and that's what mattered. He waves back and wheels over.
"Alright. We've got the chickens, knives, and bowls. That's about all we really need. Let's get this going, shall we?" This is gonna be fun, at least as far as the definition of the word meant in Ivar and Gaige's minds.