[So, it was a couple days after they'd gotten a network and she'd managed to finally track down the account of the guy that she'd fought alongside on horseback. he'd been intriguing, not to mention he had a whole lot of pent up rage that screamed that it wanted out, which she honestly liked quite a bit, so she threw him a text when she found him.
There was only one problem. could Ivar read l33t sp34k?]
H3Y Y0U! H3Y 1 F0UND Y0U!
(OOC: For the sake of your eyes, let me know if you want the l33t garble to continue. If not, just assume that's how she texts. Girl's stubborn about it. At least it isn't teal ... yet.)
[OOC: The l33t speak can continue if only because I just discovered in an article today Vikings legitimately did the same thing replacing letters with numbers. No, really. Medieval leet speak!]
[It takes Ivar a moment to decipher the message. He's one of the few literate Norsemen at home and they're not a culture much for writing things down. But surprisingly, they do have the habit of replacing runic letters with runic numbers since the former could sometimes represented the latter. So once he realizes that is what is going on, he's nonplussed about the whole thing.]
(OOC: That... is amazing. I learn something every day. Thank you for making today's something actually interesting. ^_^)
[Huh? That was not what she expected to see coming from anyone in this place. Of course she could... oh wait, some of these people were from the technologically degenerate boonyland times weren't they? That actually explained a little come to think of it.]
[Ivar starts to imitate her strange way of typing. It's not something he's unused to, given how runes and numbers can be used in place of one another. Guess imitation is the sincerest form of flattery after all.]
1 suppose you're right. We aren't complete barbarians no matter what the 3nglish think. Or what that one idiot around here who seems to think we live in caves.
That explains so much about him. Here 1 was thinking that he was just some sort of idiot as he went on babbling about bees, movies, dicks, and people living in caves.
[ The first thing Ivar should notice is how much it suddenly looks like Mike had a growth spurt. ]
Hey, Ivar. Somehow I went home while I was asleep here - super confusing - but I'm back and want to get back into training again. Sorry if it seemed like I bailed on our lessons. I didn't on purpose. I was literally in some kind of coma or something.
[Ivar would like to think that's one of the weirder things he's heard in this place, but hey, Asgard is really frigging weird, so that'd be a lie. He takes a moment to digest all that before answering Mike.]
Huh. Looks like you finally grew taller.
[Yep, gotta get that jibe in before anything serious.]
Told you. [ Not that lankiness is anything to boast about. ] It's weird being back here. I feel like I never left but I must have... I dunno, I just wanna get back to training. I haven't forgotten what you told me. [ He thinks... We'll see. ]
Most definitely. 1'm sure people would start getting confused if 1 started in with spouting off all the things that only make sense in my time and place.
[Alright, now that's been said, he can get down to business.]
You better not have. I don't want all my expertise to have gone to waste in that blank, fuzzy space between your ears. [He sounds rather pleased Mike wants to continue in any case. Ivar's never really had the opportunity to train anyone for a length of time, but he's finding out he rather likes it.]
most of their conversations haven't ended the best or have been so tentative, klaus is left wondering if he should respect the viking or deck him. in his defense, he's not quite stupid enough to try the latter move since his self-preservation's high enough to know better; it doesn't mean he understands why he feels the need to do this.]
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