Video; Where's The Laughter in Slaughter?

[ragnarsson]

[When the camera gets turned on, the first thing to note is that Ivar's face is streaked in blood that has only just started to dry in places. Someone's been out worshiping with the natives in a fashion very familiar to a Viking. If y'all hadn't gotten the impression Ivar was a bloodthirsty barbarian from a bygone era, the imagery is definitely reinforced with the dripping red streaks on his face. Also is that some around his lips as well? Has he been drinking the stuff too? Honestly, though, he seems quite pleased by what's been going on even if everyone else might be disturbed by the casual slaughter of the cows. His tone starts off very serious, since worship is important where he's from.]

About time this place started getting some proper worship going. I know most of you all are from soft places-- [The scorn in his tone is obvious.] --but blood sacrifices are always the best when giving due diligence to these gods where I am from. Blood demands blood, especially if you want them to be on your side in battle, or to favor you at all. It's really not all that different then slaughtering animals for food, just with more rituals and rites to it.

[Then he switches back to his usual tone that ranges somewhere between insanity and half-truths end tends to indulge in.]

It's a good thing we finally got the right sort of animals around here. Otherwise, I might have had to resort to sacrificing one of you. [He muses for a moment before laughing.] I'm joking of course! [Beat.] Human sacrifices only work if they're willing participants.

[OOC: This post is for a general discussion, so feel free to have threads amongst all the characters and thread-jacking rather then just talking with Ivar. Do let me know if you do want a specific thread with him! He has rather...strong opinions about this.]

Comments

[mindseer]

... you realize that the cat starves if it doesn't cull a mouse, and the mouse starves if it doesn't cull the grass and eat its seeds, right? That's kind of the point that I'm trying to...

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Wait... where do the grass hide their think pans?!?!?

[madcuriosity]

I didn't say they don't eat them just because they haven't permission. I still eat food like cow and chicken and eggs even if I've not asked permission or they didn't wish to be eaten.

In their roots, of course.

[mindseer]

Alright... fair. Just wanted to add that to your thoughts is all.

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Their roots? Interesting. Do they do that here too?

[madcuriosity]

They do that everywhere unless they tell me otherwise.

[mindseer]

But if they don't have think pans here, how can they tell you that they have them, I wonder?

[madcuriosity]

Why do you keep calling it a think pan? Their not PANS.

[mindseer]

Well, it's the bone pan that holds the thinky bits between your Heart ducts and behind your protein chute, so of course it's your think pan!

[... sorry about this, Alice.]

[madcuriosity]

.... [She presses her lips together and wants to stop talking to this woman immediately. Every experience with her is an unpleasant one in some fashion or another be it her fondness for the smell of blood, or eating chess pieces, or this.]

Well, I'll leave you to your... whatever it is you all just said. [Yep, nope, backing out of this one. Alice isn't sure she wants to... try and figure out this woman IN FRONT of this woman.]

[mindseer]

[Like trying to understand a drunk in Glascow. It really could be that bad.]

Sure thing, Alice. I'll see you around, hahaha. I'll bring the bileslaw!

[madcuriosity]

[NOPE NO NEIN, SHE IS NOT GONNA ASK WHAT THAT IS.]

Oh ah, yes, have a good day, then.