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suomi_thunder) wrote2021-04-30 07:39 pm
suomi_thunder) wrote2021-04-30 07:39 pm
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Glada Vappen!
Aarne hadn't celebrated holidays properly in over a year which left him feeling disconnected. Giant bonfires in the streets and rampant reindeer were frowned upon in most civilized cities, unless of course the punks were involved, then that was arson not celebrations.. ok, well for the punks it was a celebration but not for a Saami.
In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.
He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.
That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.
Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.
In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.
He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.
That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.
Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.
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He listens carefully because Vars has always been a watcher, who kept track of everything around him, including the people. Especially the people.
"Life not straight line." Vars gets that out of what Minoru has told him and then shrugs while refilling his glass. "Started with motorcycles and planes. Music only when injured and could not ride but belong in music. Not know I belong in music until had to change."
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“Yeah... I guess it does look more like a snake than a stick.”
For Isamu, he would have sworn the opposite. Everything about academia was like one straight path to yet another degree. Which was what you were supposed to do. The most he’d ever seen his brother branch out was coming here and getting a grant to research at the IRIS. Who knows, maybe that was just the start of a little slithering, and without any life-changing injuries.
“I’m actually taking classes here to become a physical therapist assistant.” He added. “Never thought I’d ever slither back into school. It was hard enough just to make it through the first time.”
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Vars had a lot of things stacked against him at various times in his life. It didn't stop him though.
"You do good in school now?"
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He was definitely not his brother when it came to anything academic. Even though he would swear up and down that he was beyond comparing himself to Isamu, he still did. It was impossible not to.
“The practical stuff, I’ve got. Everything in the books? Yeah... It’s why I was doing those free massages during the tour with my anatomy textbook open. It was Isamu’s idea. To help me make better sense of it.” He admitted. “I think it worked. I did okay on the exam I just took.”
Technically, he did better than okay. He earned a solid B, which definitely put him on track for finishing his first semester with very respectable marks - on top of managing a full time job and training for his American Ninja Warrior runs.
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Vars knew a little about Rik's past even if he stayed quiet about it. It's not a life anyone should have but he turns back to better topics instead of dwelling. "Practical and book same. Think not same and then not. Had do it with plane but better with books after."
He finished his drink and shrugs. "Book in English?" Vars figured it was. "Find same in Norwegian or German, I help learn. Sit with my wife to help with her school when home from tours."
The way he says wife has a tone that suggests his wife is not in his life any longer. He's already refilling his glass because of his wife, any thoughts of her brought his mood down, but he's attempting to keep the mood lighter.
"Bands family." He points at Minoru before picking up his glass. "Now family too."
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He’d empathize with Rik, growing up under the pressure of expectations. But it wasn’t exactly the same. While the Uchiwas stressed academic performance, they didn’t berate Minoru for failing to reach the same level as his brother. As long as he put forth legitimate effort, they praised that. They celebrated his accomplishments, even if there weren’t as many. And they were both extremely proud of his American Ninja Warrior qualifying run. Perhaps even more so than about him going back to school - something Minoru honestly wouldn’t have believed.
“It sure feels different.” He insisted, scratching his head. There was a bit of nervous laughter in his voice. “Reading something doesn’t ever make as much sense as doing it does.”
Which is what made school so damn hard.
“Isamu can read something once and recite it back to you along with a complete analysis of how it fits in to everything else he’s ever read. I can’t. I’m lucky if something sticks after, like, the tenth time.”
But ask him to demonstrate the body mechanics behind a parkour trick or assess what a patient needs, and he had a surprising amount of practical knowledge. Ask the same questions out of a book or off a written exam and watch the struggle (and probably a great deal of fidgeting) begin.
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"You only read words. Need to see words." Vars tells him but there's some struggle and slowing in his speech while he tries to get his meaning into English words he knows. "Read about engine make no sense but see it.." Vars pointed at his temple. ".. see what words mean in mind make sense. Fiction make no sense if not imagine place and people. Non-fiction same. Need picture in mind to make sense."
He wasn't sure he was getting across what he meant but Minoru seemed open enough that he would ask.
"Read and recite not same as read and see in mind. Do something with hands Need picture words in mind."
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“Yeah!” He exclaimed, mumbling something in Japanese he just didn’t have the right expression for, and ultimately settling on, “THAT!”
It was kind of at the core of why he was going back to school in the first place. Movement. Helping people move. It was the part he liked best about being an orderly, and as a profession, it was about as hands on as you could get.
“See it. And feel it too.”
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"When explain see steps in mind then say. Read and make pictures in mind then explain to yourself or someone." It was the best he had with his English. "I help with skill if need."
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“Thanks!!”
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