Teja son of Tagila (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ostro_goth) wrote2009-04-29 02:35 pm
ostro_goth) wrote2009-04-29 02:35 pm
OOM: Learning To Ride
The laws of men would never get any less complex, and so, Teja had been led towards something he did not really wish for.
Weeks ago, CJ had brought him a motorbike, all of his own. CJ most likely had warehouses full of them, as he had so many other things, in his world.* But to Teja, this was a very special thing -- which quickly palled, as that very same night, Charlie returned from Jason's world with an unnamed wound and great woe, which both later turned out to have been caused by a were-leopard's bite.
The worries, however, were unfounded after all, and Teja still had the motorcycle. One cannot, apparently, ride them unless there are at least smoothed lanes to keep them steady; and as the outside of Milliways does not provide those, Teja had taken his motorbike through the door to the one place he may freely go to: the house in Tuscany; and hence, he had ridden it over hills and through valleys he had known, ages ago, from horseback.
Always making sure to wear the arm-ring that kept him well alive, Teja had gone, time and again, for three or five hours, to practise riding the motorbike, and to re-learn the countryside that had changed muchly, since his days,
Coming into the town of Vinci one day, to buy some things of passing, merely personal importance, the young woman in the shop, Chiara, asked him if he was getting his driver's liense changed to an Italian one, as he's got a house here: - it's got advantages, over having a Swedish one! Great bike, by the way.-
Driver's license? One needed a written permission to ride such a thing?
Some quiet research soon showed that this was, indeed, so; and while the forces of the law were notoriously laxer in Italy than, say, Sweden or Germany, it would be better to have such a paper to show to any that might accost him, for some reason. Further inquiry showed it would only be valid if he had some other paper, that was proof of his existence, and his citizenship of somewhere.
Rather than gain them by normal means (which for the thing named an 'identity card' was impossible, anyway), Teja had asked the bar to provide some that would be considered genuine on the world in which the Tuscan house stood, where he would ride his motorbike. And to keep the lies to a minimum.
A yellow napkin turned up, saying 'Date of birth is a problem!'
"Ahhh, use that which would be true, but reckoned from the year in which we visit the house in Tuscany!" Teja answered.
This was the mistake. He should, perhaps, have given a day, or even a year, at random.It was not the age -- Teja had ever known how old he was, roughly, as Hildebrand had well remembered in which year of Theodoric's reign his friends Tagila and Gisa had their son! It was the day.
For some reason, it seemed the bar knew his birthday. Perhaps, it knew everything; perhaps, it could keep track of time as well as tab, throughout the universes, and thus knew when Teja was born.
So, now he had a Swedish identity card and an Italian driver's license, showing his face, naming him Teja Taglasson, and giving his birthday.
It was not a thing he had ever wished to know; and it was not a date he liked.-
* As one does, apparently, when one has won GTA: San Andreas, which is CJ's canon.
Weeks ago, CJ had brought him a motorbike, all of his own. CJ most likely had warehouses full of them, as he had so many other things, in his world.* But to Teja, this was a very special thing -- which quickly palled, as that very same night, Charlie returned from Jason's world with an unnamed wound and great woe, which both later turned out to have been caused by a were-leopard's bite.
The worries, however, were unfounded after all, and Teja still had the motorcycle. One cannot, apparently, ride them unless there are at least smoothed lanes to keep them steady; and as the outside of Milliways does not provide those, Teja had taken his motorbike through the door to the one place he may freely go to: the house in Tuscany; and hence, he had ridden it over hills and through valleys he had known, ages ago, from horseback.
Always making sure to wear the arm-ring that kept him well alive, Teja had gone, time and again, for three or five hours, to practise riding the motorbike, and to re-learn the countryside that had changed muchly, since his days,
Coming into the town of Vinci one day, to buy some things of passing, merely personal importance, the young woman in the shop, Chiara, asked him if he was getting his driver's liense changed to an Italian one, as he's got a house here: - it's got advantages, over having a Swedish one! Great bike, by the way.-
Driver's license? One needed a written permission to ride such a thing?
Some quiet research soon showed that this was, indeed, so; and while the forces of the law were notoriously laxer in Italy than, say, Sweden or Germany, it would be better to have such a paper to show to any that might accost him, for some reason. Further inquiry showed it would only be valid if he had some other paper, that was proof of his existence, and his citizenship of somewhere.
Rather than gain them by normal means (which for the thing named an 'identity card' was impossible, anyway), Teja had asked the bar to provide some that would be considered genuine on the world in which the Tuscan house stood, where he would ride his motorbike. And to keep the lies to a minimum.
A yellow napkin turned up, saying 'Date of birth is a problem!'
"Ahhh, use that which would be true, but reckoned from the year in which we visit the house in Tuscany!" Teja answered.
This was the mistake. He should, perhaps, have given a day, or even a year, at random.It was not the age -- Teja had ever known how old he was, roughly, as Hildebrand had well remembered in which year of Theodoric's reign his friends Tagila and Gisa had their son! It was the day.
For some reason, it seemed the bar knew his birthday. Perhaps, it knew everything; perhaps, it could keep track of time as well as tab, throughout the universes, and thus knew when Teja was born.
So, now he had a Swedish identity card and an Italian driver's license, showing his face, naming him Teja Taglasson, and giving his birthday.
It was not a thing he had ever wished to know; and it was not a date he liked.-
* As one does, apparently, when one has won GTA: San Andreas, which is CJ's canon.