Strangely enough, the welcome reminds Ivar quite a bit of the festivals he'd experienced back in Riverview. Friendly people, plenty of food, and the booths all seem like they'd fit right in where he'd just come from.
Since he's long since learned to be adventurous with his food choices, considering the food of Norway in 818 is terribly bland, he takes quite a bit of everything until his plate is in danger of overflowing. He plunks down next to you, a questionably large tankard of ale in one of his hands.
There isn't much that's too odd about the teenager, save for two things: both his eyes and sclera are blue, and the fact he's wearing a pair of leg braces that look like they came straight out of some futuristic setting, courtesy of one Tony Stark back in the Quarantine. He starts chomping down on food, occasionally looking at you like he might be considering murdering you. It's nothing personal, really, he just looks like that all the time.
"Wonder if they're all trying to fatten us up for slaughter?" He poses the question to you, and yes, he is serious.
Nightmare
He's lost something. No, someone. He tries to think of who it is in his head, but curiously, all the faces are blurred. He realizes when he tries to think of his family, any of them, they're all just gone. He was always afraid this would happen. That someday, he wake up, and everyone he cared about would be gone.
A sense of dread and panic fill him up, the twin emotions pushing anything else to the side. Maybe...maybe they haven't all left him? Maybe one of them is here. If he can just find one of them, than he knows these emotions would leave him. So he goes off to search for them.
One might want to get him to stop eventually, though that will be hard with how stubborn and determined he is to find his family. His leg braces take a lot of the strain off his legs, but still, going too long is going to end up with him possibly hurting himself. Best not to start things off here by breaking a bone.
Network
[Accessing the network is a bit different than back in the Quarantine, but Ivar's adjusted to worse. After a moment or two, he's got it down. He sends a video message of himself, a nineteen year old who has startlingly ice-blue eyes, and odder, faintly blue sclera.]
Is there anyone here who came from a city on a moon called the Quarantine? If so, contact me. If not, well, it doesn't matter now.
[Really, after getting dragged from his home world once, a second time isn't so bad.]
Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson (CRAU) | Vikings
Strangely enough, the welcome reminds Ivar quite a bit of the festivals he'd experienced back in Riverview. Friendly people, plenty of food, and the booths all seem like they'd fit right in where he'd just come from.
Since he's long since learned to be adventurous with his food choices, considering the food of Norway in 818 is terribly bland, he takes quite a bit of everything until his plate is in danger of overflowing. He plunks down next to you, a questionably large tankard of ale in one of his hands.
There isn't much that's too odd about the teenager, save for two things: both his eyes and sclera are blue, and the fact he's wearing a pair of leg braces that look like they came straight out of some futuristic setting, courtesy of one Tony Stark back in the Quarantine. He starts chomping down on food, occasionally looking at you like he might be considering murdering you. It's nothing personal, really, he just looks like that all the time.
"Wonder if they're all trying to fatten us up for slaughter?" He poses the question to you, and yes, he is serious.
Nightmare
He's lost something. No, someone. He tries to think of who it is in his head, but curiously, all the faces are blurred. He realizes when he tries to think of his family, any of them, they're all just gone. He was always afraid this would happen. That someday, he wake up, and everyone he cared about would be gone.
A sense of dread and panic fill him up, the twin emotions pushing anything else to the side. Maybe...maybe they haven't all left him? Maybe one of them is here. If he can just find one of them, than he knows these emotions would leave him. So he goes off to search for them.
One might want to get him to stop eventually, though that will be hard with how stubborn and determined he is to find his family. His leg braces take a lot of the strain off his legs, but still, going too long is going to end up with him possibly hurting himself. Best not to start things off here by breaking a bone.
Network
[Accessing the network is a bit different than back in the Quarantine, but Ivar's adjusted to worse. After a moment or two, he's got it down. He sends a video message of himself, a nineteen year old who has startlingly ice-blue eyes, and odder, faintly blue sclera.]
Is there anyone here who came from a city on a moon called the Quarantine? If so, contact me. If not, well, it doesn't matter now.
[Really, after getting dragged from his home world once, a second time isn't so bad.]