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sixthiterationlogs2016-08-26 08:29 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-08-26 08:29 pm
The Destruction of Bungalow #44.
WHO: Thorfinn/Jo, then OTA.
WHERE: House 44; The Waverly.
WHEN: Predated to the 29th Storm Surge Event with Mod Permission.
OPEN TO: Jo, Kol + Threads open to those that want to help Thorfinn and Jo at their house.
WARNINGS: A lot of cursing. Will update otherwise.
STATUS: OPEN!
Days had passed since the meeting in the inn. The meeting Thorfinn stormed out of because of a headache. He had never been a social butterfly, but the language barrier was making things harder for him to want to be more social. He was both lonely and pushing the world away. The way he did in his teens to keep the horde away from him. The issue was, he was understanding a lot better than most would a man with as little known English as he had two months ago. He just had major issues with so many talking against one another so fast. It had left him annoyed and feeling isolated. Old feelings from long ago.
Since that day he had been spending most of his time in his routine. Hunt for dinner, look for herbs and collect mushrooms and timber. He keeps busy to not focus on his issues. The nightmares getting more vivid everyday. This had happened before, it was nothing new. When he started to feel the weight of life, sometimes his dead would appear in his vision in his waking hours. Reminders that he deserves whatever pain he was in. His pain would never equal to the pain he had brought upon others.
These were the thoughts littering his mind as he made his way down early afternoon. He no longer really knew how long he had been in the village. Time never really held meaning to one who didn't care about time beyond the holidays, and the approaching cold.
He made his way through the fountain park the way he usually does, cutting past the inn. A nod given to those he passed now and then. He tried to be friendly even when he didn't feel it. He had not slept well, he never sleeps well but the night before had been pretty bad. Bad enough that he felt bad for Jo having to deal with him some nights. He was tired and pondering laying down on the bench, that Jo called a couch, and trying to sleep a little even though he rarely considered sleep in the day, it was shameful to be a layabout. It was while pondering this that he started into the yard, at first not noticing a sloshing feel under his feet like it had rained. AS he neared the door only then did he notice the stream of water rolling from under the door.
"ó fjandinn!"
His eyes widened as he hurried to the door the timber abandoned to the front yard as he pushed the door open and more water rolled out soaking the boots he had on. "ríða, ríða, ríða!"
Their house, by the gods, there was water everywhere. All he could think of was how the lady next door had asked him if flooding had happened in their home. Water belongs in the river and now their home was a river.
He left the door hanging open and turned running as fast as his legs would take him, it had been a long while since he really utilized his speed. His brawl with Snake had been his last true burst of speed. Now he was running down the streets of this strange new land for the inn. Jo was usually there, if not Jo, maybe Kate would know. He came through the door fast sliding to a stop. "Jo!" he called out, the shock and concern all over his house. "House! The house is a river!" He forgot the word that their kind neighbor Peggy had used. He did not recall flood in English.
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Awhile later Thorfinn was hauling things out of the saturated house. Mostly their personal effects. His carvings and soaked clothes. He was grumbling under his breath in Norse the whole while. The anger and stress showed in his shoulders and grit teeth. He wasn't even trying to hide his displeasure at the situation.
He couldn't help but think of their neighbor and her wet rugs. That would have been much better than their home turning into a river while they were both out to stop it from happening. Not that he understood it much anyway. Still every now and then he would stop and look at Jo. Jo understood more of what this meant than he did. Just was the one who kept him from slipping over to the darker side that hide in the shadows. A side of himself he though was buried, but clearly wasn't. Standing in the middle of their soaked yard he shook his head after a second.
"We will be good." He muttered walking past her to go back inside to gather more things to bring out to the streets. He didn't know what the plan was after that.
WHERE: House 44; The Waverly.
WHEN: Predated to the 29th Storm Surge Event with Mod Permission.
OPEN TO: Jo, Kol + Threads open to those that want to help Thorfinn and Jo at their house.
WARNINGS: A lot of cursing. Will update otherwise.
STATUS: OPEN!
Days had passed since the meeting in the inn. The meeting Thorfinn stormed out of because of a headache. He had never been a social butterfly, but the language barrier was making things harder for him to want to be more social. He was both lonely and pushing the world away. The way he did in his teens to keep the horde away from him. The issue was, he was understanding a lot better than most would a man with as little known English as he had two months ago. He just had major issues with so many talking against one another so fast. It had left him annoyed and feeling isolated. Old feelings from long ago.
Since that day he had been spending most of his time in his routine. Hunt for dinner, look for herbs and collect mushrooms and timber. He keeps busy to not focus on his issues. The nightmares getting more vivid everyday. This had happened before, it was nothing new. When he started to feel the weight of life, sometimes his dead would appear in his vision in his waking hours. Reminders that he deserves whatever pain he was in. His pain would never equal to the pain he had brought upon others.
These were the thoughts littering his mind as he made his way down early afternoon. He no longer really knew how long he had been in the village. Time never really held meaning to one who didn't care about time beyond the holidays, and the approaching cold.
He made his way through the fountain park the way he usually does, cutting past the inn. A nod given to those he passed now and then. He tried to be friendly even when he didn't feel it. He had not slept well, he never sleeps well but the night before had been pretty bad. Bad enough that he felt bad for Jo having to deal with him some nights. He was tired and pondering laying down on the bench, that Jo called a couch, and trying to sleep a little even though he rarely considered sleep in the day, it was shameful to be a layabout. It was while pondering this that he started into the yard, at first not noticing a sloshing feel under his feet like it had rained. AS he neared the door only then did he notice the stream of water rolling from under the door.
"ó fjandinn!"
His eyes widened as he hurried to the door the timber abandoned to the front yard as he pushed the door open and more water rolled out soaking the boots he had on. "ríða, ríða, ríða!"
Their house, by the gods, there was water everywhere. All he could think of was how the lady next door had asked him if flooding had happened in their home. Water belongs in the river and now their home was a river.
He left the door hanging open and turned running as fast as his legs would take him, it had been a long while since he really utilized his speed. His brawl with Snake had been his last true burst of speed. Now he was running down the streets of this strange new land for the inn. Jo was usually there, if not Jo, maybe Kate would know. He came through the door fast sliding to a stop. "Jo!" he called out, the shock and concern all over his house. "House! The house is a river!" He forgot the word that their kind neighbor Peggy had used. He did not recall flood in English.
Closed to Kol
Awhile later Thorfinn was hauling things out of the saturated house. Mostly their personal effects. His carvings and soaked clothes. He was grumbling under his breath in Norse the whole while. The anger and stress showed in his shoulders and grit teeth. He wasn't even trying to hide his displeasure at the situation.
He couldn't help but think of their neighbor and her wet rugs. That would have been much better than their home turning into a river while they were both out to stop it from happening. Not that he understood it much anyway. Still every now and then he would stop and look at Jo. Jo understood more of what this meant than he did. Just was the one who kept him from slipping over to the darker side that hide in the shadows. A side of himself he though was buried, but clearly wasn't. Standing in the middle of their soaked yard he shook his head after a second.
"We will be good." He muttered walking past her to go back inside to gather more things to bring out to the streets. He didn't know what the plan was after that.
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She did want a fucking shower. To stand up through it. To rest her hands and forehead on the wall, while a torrent of hot water rolled down her skin, never getting cooler until she decided to turn it off. That was a weakness somewhere under her skin from Medietas, too, and seldom, certain rarities across The Apocalypse. It makes her edged, when she didn't expect to be, and turns the idea of getting clean sour and sideways, making her annoyed at it, even as she wants it. Needs it, right now.
The last thing Jo was expecting was Kol's words, and it makes her head nearly snap. The shift to looking to him immediately and there's near almost baffled repugnance just for a second, before it manages to blow itself into the cracks, while she looks at his face. Every inch the weapon, and all too clear. She was not weak, but, all the same, it was like the spider and the fly. It was like the world inverting itself, making her wonder if she hit some part of her body too hard one of the times she fell.
It's on her teeth to say no, immediately. The way you say no to children about to touch hot burners. Except with a scoff.
She might not have thought much about it, but she hadn't thought, hey, how about we bed down with the monster in town. Still a monster, even if he hadn't killed anyone. Still a monster, even if all he did was wreck the house and over bear while he spoke. Except. Except for the meeting. And the week after, where maybe a little more than she'd like had passed in the pre-dawn darkness between who they were and about where they'd come from, what they both understood this to be, making him an unlikely . . . something. Something no one else was here.
Except for the fact her only options right now were the infestation of teenagers at the Inn or spending an hour cleaning another bathroom, in another new house, covered in dust before she could strip these clothes off and clean herself, or anything of theirs. She hates it, but she looked to Thorfinn, checking in on his thoughts about, and vote on, the whole thing, even if she did so without a single word.
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A second or so looking at her in that quiet way he does since arriving. The look of uncertainty that shouldn't have looked so natural on his face. The face that used to scowl and go through every extreme outside of happiness when he haunted through her bar.
Thorfinn pushed up in that way he does without using his hands, just the strength of his legs pushing him vertical again. Looking down at their things, then back to Jo, he nodded to her. He didn't know that Kol was a monster, but even if he didnt he likely wouldn't care. Kol was like him, a norseman. Someone he could talk to. Plus the rules of hospitality.
Kol offered his home, and they really didn't have a lot of choice, not that he minded.
"I would be very thankful for that, Kol." He spoke in that well mannered way that had come out of him in his time on the Ketil Farm. His eyes then looked to Jo, less haunted more sure of himself. "Jo." He started her name, then spoke out in English. "We stay few days." Not a proper question as much as a questioning answer, would she be okay with that? After all. He would follow her wherever she went.
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But Thorfinn actually gives an answer and his eyes flicker back toward him. "No problem." Even if some part of it was. Giving a hunter a bed went against every fiber of his being, but. But. It was always but in these worlds. She hadn't tried anything stupid and he hasn't killed anyone and there's a sort of unspoken truce between them as it stands. However loose it may be, it exists, it's there and will be until it's not. So, for that, he'll deal with it. It's only a few days, after all.
"Ball's in your court, I s'pose." He's curious just how she'll answer, because she's not at all the admitting defeat sort, even if she's back in a corner. But this may be a breaking point, just for the sake of getting clean again and not be covered in grime and dirt and maybe even blood, for having a bed to lay her head on tonight.
At least Thorfinn has enough grace to be thankful about it.
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She doesn't like it. She doesn't like this place. She doesn't like how easily Thorfinn responds in the language she doesn't know, before giving her that easy, only slightly uncertain, question. Checking in with her in the words she didn't use to check in with him, before Kol drops another set of words in front of her.
Makes it her choice. Her vote that chooses or rejects this.
Her eyes settle on Kol, against too much. She doesn't like him, and she doesn't want to. Like him. Owe him. Anything. That's a slippery slope and, whether it's obvious or not, she owes him too much already. Even if it is only in evaporating raindrops of mutual knowledge and understanding. He hasn't done anything to her, to anyone in these two months, but her mind, training, history says that shouldn't matter.
He's a monster. Any trust, any false sense of security, is the one that kills you.
Except she'd been living with Amy, and Jacob, as recently as two months ago. Except she would have beaten anyone bloody for insulting Rachel as such. Except Medusa had saved her from dying, without even blinking.
Monsters all of them, just like him, and she had trusted them.
She holds his gaze for a long second and then looks toward Thorfinn. Not dismissive or rejecting, but almost in tandem mirror response to how Thorfinn has asked her, even after tell Kol yes. Still leaving it just that much done. The decision is not with Kol, it's with Thorfinn. That she goes where he goes, for now.
"If he doesn't have hot water, I'm going to the Inn."
Teenagers could still be monsters, but at least they were human ones.
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Jo's mad, but, Jo has reasons. Her home is ruined...their home. No her home, he was just a guest. He would go with her if she choose against going with Kol, but there was a part of him desperately hoping she said yes, and that Kol had that hot water the lady desired. No, no Jo wasn't a lady, ladies were dainty and proper. Jo was a shield maiden if only in her fire and fight. He nodded to her condition.
Thorfinn started to gather the corners of a sheet he had ripped off one of the beds and had most of their soaked belongings laid on a to try and make it easier to haul wherever they ended up that night. "Yes, Jo. We will go if so." He promised, before letting the corners go.
"Many trips." He muttered to himself then, he didn't expect anyone to do the hauling but him. It was just his mindset.
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But, as it turns out, he doesn't have to because finally, she gives an answer. Not to Kol, though. Because, he assumes, she couldn't give him that kind of satisfaction, really. So her answer goes to Thorfinn instead, but it's there and in the open and Kol doesn't even try to contain the smirk, "Don't worry, I do." Hot as anyone else has, at any rate.
He nods at Thorfinn and watches as he gathers the sheet with their belongings laid out. "Not as many as you'd think." He shrugs and moves, carefully--with a sideeye view on Jo in case she decided she didn't want or need his help, thank you very much--to grab some of their things to haul back to his house. He did offer them a place, he could at least help get what bit of their stuff was salvaged over there.