Welcome to Gaia! ::

Zac nodded thoughtful but smiled that he could take a few test runs through the affair when it was finished.

“Try not to kill me eh? I don’t know how many people on the island own non-electric tattoo apparatus.” He grinned.

The fish was then removed from the fire and then he offered the stick end as carefully as he could towards Otto.

“Your catch.” He grinned. “You were out here first too…I’ll clean up what you don’t need.”

Zac stifled a laugh. “… Tattooing tools.” He grinned. “I swear that wasn’t slang from down under.”

“Lord knows I’m guilty as hell of using that too much when I’m not careful though.” He admitted.

He watched the consumption of fish with amusement. “I should show you how to make a proper chip… no one in the Americas has the first damn idea about chips.”

“Chips.. thick cut deep friend potatos…not… you…” He let out a small laugh. “I’ll make them some time if I can… You’ll taste the difference.”

“As for Tattoos… I… I learned… Its, I have a chisel made from albatross bone. I could tell you the Doctor Seuss word for it but it’s basically a pointy, toothy little chisel and a mallet. So you don’t need electricity, you just need ink; most traditionally its burned shells, but I’ve got things that are a bit less risky with me at least. So no power needed, just…patience and a decent tolerance for pain.”

He looked thoughtful and poked into the cooler to see if anything appealed.

“… not really sure that I’d much trust what the runes would do to an electric tattoo gun, but…that could be bias of being new.” He admitted.


“… Ta Moko, what I have over my…” He waved his hands at his hip.

“It’s a big thing, its history.”

He almost rocked with a laugh at the frustrated exclamation about fries. “Nah mate, What I’ve had of your American fries don’t even come CLOSE to chips. And they are –chips, just ask the Brits! Hell they came up with the language in the first place.” He laughed again letting the amusement trail off before he hitched up the lower edge of his shirt just enough to show off a plethora of blue-black inks in curves and angles.

“Tradition makes a difference.” He shrugged. “It’s not so bad, hurts less with the needles” He tapped his arm. “But there’s a lot of tradition behind the old ways. I hear that some of the clean ups around here, can hurt a lot too, at least this you do a purpose.”

He grinned and shrugged. “Not for everyone though.”

Zac aka ‘Dr. Seuss’, nodded and stood, stretching and twisting to pop out any residual aches or tightness before picking up his axe again before he spoke to answer Otto’s last statement with an approving nod.

“It’s a good thing to know… nothing worse than someone who gets a tattoo, and then comes back a week later saying ‘I want it gone’. Dosen’t work that way… and there is only so much I can do to be sure they want it for truth.”

He sighed.

“Cheers then.” He nodded, and set back to work.