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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. ]

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It is difficult to tell the direction by this foreign sky... Though the Island I am on, has a small Orchard on it... If that is any help?

[ Floki would wait happily to see such things. There was something interesting about this man, this Pirate Captain and fFoki was a curious man. ]

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Ah, yeah. My house is on that island. I'll be over soon enough.

[it'll take some walking, but he can blip between islands as easily as a thought. In no time at all he can probably be spotted by the big stupid hat strolling along toward the rocky shore]

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Floki will wait in patience for you to arrive.

[ A smile, a bow and waving his hand over his head. The boatbuilder turns back to his handy work, leaning against the beautifully carved dragon at the front of his boat. ]

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[wow, actual patience? he could get used to this. Especially once he finds out that Floki has thrown his worship at his second-in-command...

Law strides up eagerly, a very long sword slung over his shoulder. These days he never travels unarmed, unless he plans to remain within teleporting-distance of the blade. He can see the ship before he even spots its maker, gray eyes alight with interest. Yes, dear god yes, it's real and it looks nice and solid.]

Floki?

[no friendly epithets yet...still gotta get to know this guy]

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[ Indeed, Floki has found something worthy of worship in Caedra, but that is not to say he is a fool, nor is he foolish. Passionate about his beliefs yes, but should he feel he was being taken for a ride, Floki had his own ways of striking fear in others.

He worshipped the woman, true, but that did not mean he would worship or obey her acquaintances. For now though, Floki was starting to like Law, he seemed a very likable man. ]

Ah, yes. Its good to see you in the flesh.

[ Smiling as he made his way over to Law, eyeing that huge weapon and his headwear curiously as they neared one another. ]

I have never seen a sword as long and large as that. Was it forged by a Giant Smith?!

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[sizing him up in the same manner, a quick once-over with his eyes. Nothing too outrageous, he's seen worse.]

Not that I know of. It's a nodachi - a traditional long sword. [as tall as he is, it's still clearly a good five feet long hilt to tip, not including the handle.] Though, I've never really looked into the circumstances of its forging. It serves me well, that's all that matters.

[and then his eyes return to the ship] ...have you named it, yet?

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[ Reaching out, grabbing Law's forearm with a firm grip of his palm and a hard shake. It was a polite way of introduction after all.

He listened and smile and when it was his turn to answer, Floki got a very serious look about his face. ]

Angrboða. I have named her, Angrboða... The one who brings grief...She-who-offers-sorrow, after my Daugther.C Te-hee!

[ That serious expression turned into a sneaky smile and Floki laughed his hiccup of a laugh. ]

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[whoa that's...a hell of an invasion of his personal space. Oh well. Law should know by now he can't get away with just a distant nod of his head. Sure, fine, well met then, Floki.]

...not very triumphant, but I guess I can't argue with naming it after a family member. [he follows that up with a faint smirk] Who are you bringing grief to, this world or the other idiots in it?

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[ Once the greeting was over, Floki withdrew his hand and twirled the tip of his beard. ]

Not triumphant! And what would you have me call her, hmm?

[ Curious as to what this strange Pirate from a strange world would have named it? ]

Everyone ... To those that call themselves Gods here. To those of distant shores and the snakes in the souls of men what stand beside us.

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That's not for me to choose. The maker and the captain are the only ones who can name a ship. Though... [with a bit of admiring for the majestic figurehead] ...Flying Dragon seems appropriate.

[he's not surprised by the obvious grudge against the gods, as mentioned earlier. And, really, Law can appreciate that, even if his methods are a lot more under the table.]

Then you and your talents will be well appreciated on a journey across the sea. I intend to uncover all their secrets, everything they can't and won't tell us themselves. Getting home requires learning how the Door works, and the key to that is somewhere in this world. If we take control of their little toy, we can get away and leave them behind.

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Flying Dragon... But what is a Dragon if it cannot fly? A Serpent?

[ He's more thinking to himself out loud, than making a comment on the name, really. Still, it amused him and he smiles. ]

If it's all the same, I'd like to keep the name I have already picked.

[ Ah, yes, now Floki gets to find out the real reason Law wanted to use his ship. How interesting. ]

I see... So you believe that the secrets, the Gods here keep from us, might be found somewhere out there?

[ That's a good enough reason for Floki to be onboard with the whole idea. ]

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[he tips his head slightly in a nod of concession. Fair point, and he has no reason to steal and rename this ship. Floki can keep it as it is.]

I'm certain of it. These four islands only hold the same city we were in before, and have been in. There's nothing new to be found here. That means taking to the sea, in search of that information.

[he steps closer to the ship, stretching out a hand and placing it on the solid wood of the raised bow] I have no doubt that a craft like this would survive just fine, but I'd feel much more confident about weathering storms and waves with a larger one. Two-masted, with enclosed cabins.

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I see... So the Islands were all once connected?

[ Floki had arrived when it was already like this, he didn't really know any different.

Watching as he touched the ship. Floki didn't mind, he welcomed the curious Captian. ]

Enclosed cabins? Mmm... Never have I been on a ship where you sat below the surface of the sea. and riding Thor's storms are easy for a Viking ship! Two-masted I can do, however... I have no problem with your ideas.

[ Though the thought of being below deck still baffled him. Maybe it was a Pirate thing? ]

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Yeah...you didn't know? [ah, that's right, newcomers. Look who gave no shits about the coliseum this month...] When I first came, it was inside a cave. Then moved to a desert. Essentially, in coming here the city has been split in four.

[he smirks a bit to himself at the assumption. Granted, below-decks is definitely a thing, particularly for him and his submarine, but on the kind of ship he's envisioning, that area is for cargo and losers.]

I don't think we have the means to make something truly below the surface. You've never seen a cabin above the main deck?

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[ Floki scratched his beard and shook his head, curling his bottom lip up over the top one. ]

No. I have never heard of such a thing. Why do you need such luxury? We Vikings tie down the loot we pillage, in chests and sacks. And we sit and rest against the wood or each other... You would have to show me what you mean, and tell me exactly why it was necessary.

[ Otherwise, you know, he's not going to want to build it. Hm, the people he had met here so far were all so strange with their ideas of what a boat should be like. ]

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Luxury? Hardly. It's for safety and security. We don't know how far out we'll need to go or how long the journey will be, the ship needs to carry enough supplies to make it there and back. If you want to sit in the middle of the deck with rain and wind and snow in your face for three weeks at a time, be my guest, but I'd rather my crew didn't get sick and end up crying in bed the whole time instead of being able to stand on their feet and do their work.

[sternly, and confidently. Look he's been doing this for thirteen years, he knows a good ship design when he sees it. Even if he knows you can't catch cold from the rain, a cabin for sleeping and the galley goes a long way toward preventing illness in other ways.]

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[ It wasn't that Floki was trying to be awkward or picky, he was genuinely baffled as to why you needed the ship to be so, well, so homely. Law's thirteen years of experience was but a drop in the ocean for Floki! His settlement, his people and he himself had been doing this kind of thing on this kind of boat for generations! He just couldn't wrap his head around wanting to not experience the weather and company. ]

Well, if your men cry like babes over a little snow or rain, are you really sure you want them fighting and sailing alongside you? Maybe our people are more different than assumed? Better suited to sailing for weeks on end in all kinds of elements. No, no you'll have to draw it for me on a scroll! Show me why and how and I'll consider it.

[ Mumbling to himself about how he can't just put rooms and doors, holding bays and extra space on his boat or it won't sail over the waves as easy. He saw nothing wrong with what he was doing and would be hard convinced that he wasn't right. ]

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[well, he's no artist, but...]

Fine, then I will. And if it doesn't meet your standards I'll just find someone else.

[he would rather not work with Curufin but sometimes beggars can't be choosers. And he doesn't really believe this viking to be any different than himself, except maybe dumber. There's a reason longboats went out of fashion for every culture except giants.]