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From:

mindseer

[So, it was a couple days after they'd gotten a network and she'd managed to finally track down the account of the guy that she'd fought alongside on horseback. he'd been intriguing, not to mention he had a whole lot of pent up rage that screamed that it wanted out, which she honestly liked quite a bit, so she threw him a text when she found him.

There was only one problem. could Ivar read l33t sp34k?]

H3Y Y0U!
H3Y 1 F0UND Y0U!

(OOC: For the sake of your eyes, let me know if you want the l33t garble to continue. If not, just assume that's how she texts. Girl's stubborn about it. At least it isn't teal ... yet.)

From:

353

[ The first thing Ivar should notice is how much it suddenly looks like Mike had a growth spurt. ]

Hey, Ivar. Somehow I went home while I was asleep here - super confusing - but I'm back and want to get back into training again. Sorry if it seemed like I bailed on our lessons. I didn't on purpose. I was literally in some kind of coma or something.

From:

channellings

[why the hell is he even messaging ivar?

most of their conversations haven't ended the best or have been so tentative, klaus is left wondering if he should respect the viking or deck him. in his defense, he's not quite stupid enough to try the latter move since his self-preservation's high enough to know better; it doesn't mean he understands why he feels the need to do this.]

i have something for you

From:

momsboy

[ ooc: set right after witnessing this exchange. ]

Ey, Ivar, hello. Not to be a bother but you're talking with my girlfriend in your announcement about the locals' bloody actions last night. Gorgeous green woman, looks like she could rip off your spine without effort? That's her.

Human sacrifices are a very touchy subject for us both because some really bad shit that happened home. I know it's a matter of culture and honor but could you not antagonize her about this? As a favor to me? I mean you can argue with her to your heart content about anything else.

[ Come on, Ivar, be a bro :< you owe him one. ]

From:

machinamentum

Mostly she just feels kinda dumb how she's dressed up. But he said white robes, whatever that meant - and a crown type thing. The latter made her feel a little too much like Aurelia, and fuck that bitch. But she has tried because it mattered to Ivar, and that was as good a reason as she'd ever had to do most things. So where no, nothing is fancy. It is neat, and clear that she's made some kind of effort.

Rhys wasn't using this shirt, anyway. Lucky that dude was a giant string bean, so his white shirt falls easily to the top of her legs, everything covered where it needs to be. Her belt tied around her waist to try and give her some shape ( sue her, she didn't care about impressing anyone, but she cared about looking her version of good ), but mostly so she could holster the knives and hammer off the leather loops. The diadem, in this case, is just wires and weeds, tied around to make a loose circlet. Hair out for once, bright orange and messy.

Waiting by Honir's Temple, fiddling with the buttons on the middle of the shirt, tapping her metal finger on one, that absent habit that made it impossible to stay still. Scuffing a boot, tugging the black stockings she'd put on underneath. Just odd, and not very tall, little in a way that doesn't match just how much she can and does run her mouth. If it weren't on closer inspection the medley of cuts and scrapes and bruises, bullet wounds and buzz axes and that sharp grin when she catches sight of him, lifting a hand to wave him over. "Hey buddy, sup, it's me!"

From:

brother_cadfael

Ivar, it's Cadfael.

I've managed to brew some spiced wine and cider for the solstice, if you'll join me. You can tell me how your writing's progressed.

From:

madcuriosity

[On Valentine's Day, Ivar will receive a bright red card with a little rabbit hand-painted on the front. Inside is a little note in perfectly neat cursive and a small bag of chocolate chip cookies.]

Your royal majesty,

Happy Valentines Day! I don't know if you know what the holiday is, but please enjoy these chocolate chip cookies I made in any case!

With love,
Alice Liddell