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hadriel2018-06-08 12:43 pm
boats_n_hoes) wrote in hadriel2018-06-08 12:43 pm
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[ It's been a little while now, since Floki arrived in this world. He's had a lot to deal with, emotionally when it comes to the Gods here. Believing that any interaction, involvement or acknowledgement of them is a direct insult to his Gods, the real Gods!
It's also taken him a while to get used to the communication devices. Floki is fluent in Runes, one of the lucky and knowledgeable Vikings that managed to teach himself how to communicate through them. Floki could read and write, understand and create tales through this means, yet the phone device he was given? This was all new and strange.
So, here he was. The first appearance over the network sat in what looked like a beautifully crafted, ornate wooden Viking boat. The head was of Fáfnir, the mythical Midgard Serpent. Floki slumped against he neck of the dragon, a smirk-like sneer pulled over his lips. He placed the phone on the side of the boat, freeing his hands so that he was able to pick up a rather large wooden statue he'd handcarved himself. ]
May the Alföðr himself, bless my boat.
[ Raising both arms to the sky, fingers twitching in random movements, a strange chirp of a giggle left his lips before he stroked the statue with one hand, a gesture of praise with his other, moved down his forehead before kissing the knuckle of his thumb. ]
The true Gods should be pleased to see someone still worships them. I shall be blessed a bountiful life so long as I reject these false deities... And you should all be wise too, turn your back on their lies, for Odin is forgiving of the ignorant and blind but not those who will turn their backs in blasphemy.
[ Turning his head aside, Floki spat at the ground as if he was so disgusted in what he was saying, disgusted that people here fell for the glamour these so-called Gods had them under. ]
It's also taken him a while to get used to the communication devices. Floki is fluent in Runes, one of the lucky and knowledgeable Vikings that managed to teach himself how to communicate through them. Floki could read and write, understand and create tales through this means, yet the phone device he was given? This was all new and strange.
So, here he was. The first appearance over the network sat in what looked like a beautifully crafted, ornate wooden Viking boat. The head was of Fáfnir, the mythical Midgard Serpent. Floki slumped against he neck of the dragon, a smirk-like sneer pulled over his lips. He placed the phone on the side of the boat, freeing his hands so that he was able to pick up a rather large wooden statue he'd handcarved himself. ]
May the Alföðr himself, bless my boat.
[ Raising both arms to the sky, fingers twitching in random movements, a strange chirp of a giggle left his lips before he stroked the statue with one hand, a gesture of praise with his other, moved down his forehead before kissing the knuckle of his thumb. ]
The true Gods should be pleased to see someone still worships them. I shall be blessed a bountiful life so long as I reject these false deities... And you should all be wise too, turn your back on their lies, for Odin is forgiving of the ignorant and blind but not those who will turn their backs in blasphemy.
[ Turning his head aside, Floki spat at the ground as if he was so disgusted in what he was saying, disgusted that people here fell for the glamour these so-called Gods had them under. ]
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[ His voice is light-hearted and joking. Floki knows fine well that he is more than capable of making and even overseeing many boat production. He has no secrets about how he works, so there is nothing he is trying to hide.
A scratch at the stubble on the side of his cheek as he ponders for a long moment. ]
A boat worthy of the unknown sea? If Thor will bless my ship, I can make such a thing, yes.
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[He's never heard of the god that Floki is talking of, of course, but he's not teasing him, either. Oh, no, quite the opposite--this man is fascinating.]
How many would be needed to sail her?
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[ A smirk as he hunched his shoulders and pointed up to the sky, listening for the clash of thunder than never came. A shrug and chuckle were offered after. ]
Hm to sail the ship I have in mind...
[ Moving swift, like a wave himself, Floki scampered up and around the main beam of his own ship. Hanging there like some kind of monkey, pressing his face the wood as he pondered. Wrigging his top lip and twitching his nose before bursting back into the conversation. ]
At least 6! yes, yes... 4 to man the oars, one to steer and one to run the deck... Well, at least my boat here would need only 6...
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[His voice almost cracks in delight and amusement. He's passed glances at old accounts of the triremes of the Cephea's neighbors, but by the time the Roaming Queen had arrived in the archipelago, explorers had long harnessed the winds. Still...
He thinks there's something quite romantic about relying on their own powerful, rather than something as fickle as an unknown wind. Yes!]
You'd need strong oarsmen, then! Ones with strong arms and wills and even stronger voices, yes?
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He smiles though, at the others tone of voice and the look on their face. ]
Yes, yes I do. And would you know where I could find such men?
[ A playful smirk tugs over his dirty face. ]