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Floki ([personal profile] gods_that_haunt_me) wrote2015-03-15 03:21 am
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test drive / milliways

A tall, lanky man, seemingly made up entirely of long lines and angles, wanders into the bar through the back door.

He's been out all day, exploring the forest. Listening to the trees.

(They were quite talkative.)

The waitrats scatter as he crosses the room. They probably don't like the hatchet tucked into his belt. Or the knife. Or the sword.

He snickers at their fright. He's harmless! Really!

(No, he isn't.)

"Lady Bar, a cup of mead, if you please," he says in Old Norse. A horn cup appears, and he takes a swig.
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[personal profile] athelstanthescribe 2015-03-15 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
Someone doesn't think he's harmless. Someone doesn't like him being here at all.

Athelstan is in a corner, hoping Floki won't notice him.
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[personal profile] athelstanthescribe 2015-03-15 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)

He glowers up at Floki, refusing to move even when Floki invades his space, because he's as much angry as afraid now, the spark of hatred that's always been there but buried for Ragnar's sake making itself felt.

"It used to be."

Edited 2015-03-15 12:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] athelstanthescribe 2015-03-15 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)

"Hardly." Athelstan meets Floki's stare, but can't maintain it for long. "But if you didn't have to go out of your way..."

He knows Floki wouldn't do anything to really anger Ragnar. But there's harm and harm.

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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2015-03-15 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"They have good wine, also."

That comments comes from a tall man in black, armed similarly (but his is a short sahs sword, and a long-handled, two-bladed axe) who is sitting at a table nearby, with some stacks of paper, and writing utensils.

His linen clothes would be right at home in Floki's time, but the long Tyrian purple cloak of Southern origin might invite comment -- or envy.
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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2015-03-15 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Much better," the Goth says, with a hint of amusement flitting over his stern face. "Good wine made by the ancient heathens of the south, or good wine from the future. Ale, also, from all lands and times, and far beyond."

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[personal profile] witchfinder_general 2015-03-15 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a tall, middle-aged man wearing black by the bar as well, ordering something called 'tea'.

He's wearing a shirt with a small symbol incorporating a cross on it under his warm black coat, and turns his head to give Floki and his weapons a look, as if taking stock.


[[OOC: Just test-driving him with Ragnar seemed too simple; so I'm sending him my two charries most likely for him to like, and to hate, respectively. Hope that works!]]
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[personal profile] witchfinder_general 2015-03-15 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know how much anything about me displeases you," the man says, picking up his mug. "But I try not to be displeased by anybody who doesn't drink people's blood. We are all just people."

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[personal profile] starrydome 2015-03-15 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Others here might have been out listening to the trees.

He is very tall. His hair is very long.
His eyes are bright, lit with the light of stars.

His ears are gently leaf-shaped. And his clothes are made of wool and linen, adorned with tiny stitches, outlining plants and stars.
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[personal profile] starrydome 2015-03-16 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Elrond is going through an inventory list, his pen scratching against the paper whenever he makes a correction.

He knows he is being watched.

This is not unusual. It happens here; it happens at home.

After a while, he does look up though and gives the Man a small, polite smile.
As often happens here, his looks are a little familiar, but mostly not.

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[personal profile] like_quicksilver 2015-03-15 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
By now Gyda knew this place wasn't Valhalla or Hel's Hall, but it was easier to think of this place as such. She did remember dying from the fever, recalled seeing a doorway and opening it, of finding Milliways instead.

She sat by the fire, working on weaving a bracelet with colorful yarn, more colorful than anything she's seen back home. There's a book before her showing her how. Some of the words are stranger, but there are pictures and those are easy to follow.

Only when she hears a familiar voice does she look up, her eyes wide and a smile appearing when she sees a familiar person. Floki was strange and unpredictable, but she was fascinated by him and he told wonderful stories.

"Floki!" She waved at him, unware that he may or may've not just heard of her death through his own door.
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[personal profile] like_quicksilver 2015-03-15 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She shows him, a half finished bracelet made of blue, green, and pink yarn. "They have books that show you how to make things, most of them have pictures."

She knew of libraries from Athelstan, but even the one in milliways was larger then the one in England. Even better, there weren't all stories from the christian god.

Her smile vanished when he mentioned doors, looking to where hers might have been. "I don't have any doors here."

There was no way to go back, because she couldn't go back.

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[personal profile] my_brothers_shadow 2015-03-18 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
At some point after Floki has had time to settle, Rollo comes in the front door shaking snow off his shoulders. He seems thoughtful as he makes his way to the fire to warm himself.
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[personal profile] my_brothers_shadow 2015-03-19 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: And it would have been rain he knocked off his shoulders, not snow.]

Rollo doesn't start...not at all. Really.

"That would a sorry fate indeed." He says, accepting the cup and taking a gulp. "I thank you for saving me."