Glada Vappen!
Apr. 30th, 2021 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suomi_thunderAarne 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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on 2021-06-22 12:27 am (UTC)"You're all remarkable. I didn't expect this when I came here tonight."
His eyes focus and brighten when Vars makes his offer, though. He recognizes this is a spiritual gesture; whether it's an act of worship directed to him or not, it's something he's interested in, and very pleased to encourage.
"I'd like that very much," he says, and sits up a bit straighter, attentive.
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on 2021-06-22 01:52 am (UTC)Vars nods to the compliment and looks past Loki toward the fire and where he knows his other bandmates must be. "We only be self when world not like. Remarkable and not expected see people wear no.. no mask."
He pauses after stumbling a little over a couple of the words he repeated from what Loki said. Knowing the meaning didn't mean they were words he often said. He puts his fist to his chest and focuses on Loki. "Music for rebellion. If people expect then not take music inside. Music make people wild."
He doesn't have the words that he needs in English but he's satisfied that he got across his point. A smile appears when Loki's attention turns to him. When he writes it is an interesting process between, usually Vars and Rik but sometimes Vars and Hunter, as he takes the Norwegian and turns it to something that sounds good in English. The one he had in mind, Vars had wrote without input until after he had the lyrics nearly down. It was personal, about his ex wife and her continued harassment. The cathartic aspect of music was what had attracted him to punk in the beginning. It felt like the right song to sing for his god both in tone and because it was something he wrote on his own.
He has a good voice from singing backing vocals for a long time and some lessons from both Hunter, who was classically trained, and learning along side Rik when he was practicing for university. His accent thicker perhaps when he sings, and the voice a rougher from drinking but it fits his look and personality; full, loud and just a little cocky in tone.
As he's singing, the first chorus, Aarne can be heard yelling the 'Bang, Bang, Bang" from somewhere on the other side of the fire which almost makes Vars laugh while singing, as does the drumstick that comes sailing in from somewhere over the fire. The Bassist dodges it easily. The Fin lobbed drumsticks at him on stage too. It was just what they did, apparently even in casual singing in front of a god. The damned drummer was as unpredictable as a tornado.