002; elevator of forced honesty

[memefox]

elevator of forced honesty

» POST: a top level for your character(s) » RESPOND: to other characters ICly. your characters are now trapped in an elevator together. » UH OH: neither character can lie. » ADDITIONAL, OPTIONAL COMPLICATIONS: at player discretion characters may also... a. be unable to remain silent when asked questions b. be unable to speak around the truth when answering c. be compelled to reveal truths/secrets unprompted THE POWER OF THE ELEVATOR COMPELS YOU.

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[smokedout]

I might be a jackass but I still have morals. And anyway, just because you care about honor doesn't mean you have to be honorable all the time.

[He is following his own code of ethics, usually, so he isn't lying. Although he tends to stray far into the territory of things he himself doesn't find acceptable, simply because he feels like it.]

I could end up killed with a knife, you could end up burned alive, and your girlfriend could show up for me to have some fun with. [His eye sharpens as he watches him.] The world's full of surprises.

[ragnarsson]

You have the morals of a dog. [He wrinkles his nose.] And probably the fleas of one too.

[Ivar can tell Dodger is trying to get at him, but he's not stupid enough to take the bait.] Now, now. I thought we were supposed to have a truce. [He gives Dodger one of his chilling looks, the kind filled with no empathy or conscience whatsoever.] Think about your daughter. If she shows up here, think about all the things I could to a pretty little girl.

[That's the difference between them. Ivar's not above hurting or even killing a child if it suits his purpose.]

[smokedout]

[Is that a difference? Honestly?]

Watch your tone, I've done worse to little kids and your daughter is around already. I called a truce to save my own skin but if you don't want to honor it, your girl's the perfect size to fit in a crockpot.

[He moves a bit closer to Ivar, bristled with annoyance.]

And I wonder how long it would take you to even know she was gone. You sure leave her alone a lot, for her age...

[ragnarsson]

As I told you before, go anywhere near my daughter-- [The knife appears in his hand quick as a flash, pressed right up against Dodger's side where his kidney is at.] --and I'll kill you before you even know what's going on.

[He's irritable at being told he's leaving Winter alone too much. It's a cultural difference. Vikings were prone to leaving their children alone with others for long periods of time while they were working or raiding.]

[smokedout]

Cool your jets. [His hand whips up in turn, grasping Ivar's wrist and giving it a light burn before he shoves it away.] Long as we're sticking to words, I've got no beef with her. Just be careful if you feel like pulling another knife on me, got it?

[He may be scared of Ivar, but that's never stopped him from being cocky. And the fact that he isn't dead yet means that he must have somehow made the kid hesitant about killing him.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar winces when his wrist is burned and he bites his lip to keep from crying out. It's painful no matter how tough he tries to ask.]

Just stay away from my family, Dodger. Or I'll bury you in the ground.

[He'll honor their truce for right now, more for Winter's sake then his own. Ivar would burn the world down if it meant keeping his daughter safe. If it means he has to keep this waste of space around instead of taking care of him like he wants, he'll do it with gritted teeth. But in the back of his mind, he knows that someday, he'll take care of Dodger the way he wants to. His luck can't hold out forever.]

[smokedout]

Step off the juice.

[He mutters, more firmly than before. Right now they're just two dogs barking through a fence, but the more the tension rises, the more his hand is itching to be around the kid's throat. He could use a hole burned through it, that might make him more pleasant company...]

I ain't got a problem with your family, get that through your head. I got a problem with you. So step the fuck off, or your daughter's fair game.

[A pause, and then a scoff leaves his mouth.]

Oh, that's right - you can't step off, can you?

[ragnarsson]

I'll keep your peace for the sake of my daughter. For now.

[See, Ivar could be reasoned with, up to a certain point. Past that, he became too crazy to care. Dodger gets a flat, contemptuous look.]

As if I've never heard that one before.

[He's heard just about every mocking cripple joke on the planet and from men a lot more wicked than Dodger was ever capable of being. Everything Ivar had heard was old even in 816. It still didn't stop it from stoking the fires of anger in his heart.]

[smokedout]

[Dodger leans down, hands on his knees as he sinks to Ivar's eye level in the most condescending way possible.]

Here's one you probably haven't heard, then - if you fucking touch me again, ever, I'll make sure to keep you alive after I've cut your legs off and fed them to you. See how much easier it is to crawl around like a dog with stumps instead.

[ragnarsson]

[There's a long beat where Ivar seems to consider Dodger's words. But the mutant has made an error. He's gotten close. Far too close. Then, without warning, the Viking punches Dodger square in the face. Just as he does that, the elevator doors open with a soft Ping! Ivar calmly rolls out onto the floor.]

I think you've made your point quite clear. And I've made mine.

[Personally, he hopes he broke Dodger's nose. After a lifetime of building muscle in his arms, Ivar can hit hard.]