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sixthiterationlogs2016-10-13 12:04 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-10-13 12:04 pm
The gods are laughing.
WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: The Inn, House #8, The River.
WHEN:One Backdated to October 9th // The other for October 13th
OPEN TO: One thread closed to Sam, the rest OTA
WARNINGS: Some heavy cursing in Norse?
STATUS: Open
Backdated to the 9th: Closed to Sam
Once the rain had stopped, Thorfinn had been quick to get back to his daily tasks, he had days to make up for after all. When he came in the afternoon to drop off lumber he heard about the fact Kate and Margaery was missing, and he hadn't seen Margaery that morning, which in itself was strange but he didn't see reason for alarm when they were only out of sight a few hours at most. They had been seen at breakfast then gone after they went into the woods.
If it had been anyone else he would have rolled his eyes and gotten back to work, but it was both Kate and Margaery, and people were going off to look for them. So he watched and listened a few minutes before he looked to the person nearest him, Sam Wilson.
"You want me to go with?" He offered, though still he didn't look too concerned. If it had been a full day he'd be worried, but a few hours was not a big deal in his eyes. Kate was capable, and Margaery was learning.
OTA; Morning October 13th.
Thorfinn was making his way out the front door of House #8, he usually headed from the back door to the inn to collect and axe and get to work, today he was aching from a worse night of sleep than usual so he was going to skip out on collecting wood for the day and get to following the river. He made his way out finishing the last touch of his braids, twisting them into themselves to hold in place. While he messed with his hair he managed to trip on the box sitting on the porch and hit his knee in the process.
"Ríða! Stykki af skít, hvað í fjandanum!"
He had not expected something on the porch much less that heavy. The box was more or less crushed under his weight, and when he shifted off of it and realized there was a point sticking out dangerously close to where his leg had landed on the box. No wonder it hurt like it did. Thorfinn he realized it was the way the last box had displayed his name, of course the rest of his name was there. He shifted to sit cross legged despite the smarting pain in his leg. This was for him. Why were their captors giving him strange gifts, and leaving them in a place he could kill himself?
Tearing the box the rest of the way from the place the blade was sticking out he quickly realized what it was. An axe head it was unlike the ones he was used to, closer to the ones that came in the weapons crates but still strange in its hammer like end. He looked over the heavy item a few moments before he slowly looked up unamused. His face twisting to anger.
They gave him and axe.
An axe with no handle.
He was going to have to go fashion a handle and hoped it could support that weight. "Þetta er ekki fjandans fyndið." He placed the axe-head aside with a loud thunk. Looking to the rest of the crushed box, his eyes going wide. Wheat seeds.
He knew what they were by the sight of them. Looking up at the sky, then back towards the back yard…. He needed to make himself a little field and get these planted before it got to late, Einar had taught him Wheat could be planted in the fall. It wouldn't be able to be harvested in time for winter, but it might be good to do for next year if they are still here, if not maybe it could help someone else in the future. He just sat there staring at the box for a little while.
OTA: Following the river.
The axe-head was in his bag over his shoulder, but the wheat seeds had been left in his room. Thorfinn got to work quickly on moving to the river to start following it. He was looking for off orange coloring, for signs of bog iron. He wasn't an expert and his lessons on the stuff had been ages ago when he was in Medietas, but, it was something worth looking into. A possibility of getting the smith up and running. He didn't have high hopes on finding the bog iron, but, it was worth a shot to try. Worse come to worse he'd time to find a stick worthy of whittling down into a handle for the axe-head.
WHERE: The Inn, House #8, The River.
WHEN:One Backdated to October 9th // The other for October 13th
OPEN TO: One thread closed to Sam, the rest OTA
WARNINGS: Some heavy cursing in Norse?
STATUS: Open
Backdated to the 9th: Closed to Sam
Once the rain had stopped, Thorfinn had been quick to get back to his daily tasks, he had days to make up for after all. When he came in the afternoon to drop off lumber he heard about the fact Kate and Margaery was missing, and he hadn't seen Margaery that morning, which in itself was strange but he didn't see reason for alarm when they were only out of sight a few hours at most. They had been seen at breakfast then gone after they went into the woods.
If it had been anyone else he would have rolled his eyes and gotten back to work, but it was both Kate and Margaery, and people were going off to look for them. So he watched and listened a few minutes before he looked to the person nearest him, Sam Wilson.
"You want me to go with?" He offered, though still he didn't look too concerned. If it had been a full day he'd be worried, but a few hours was not a big deal in his eyes. Kate was capable, and Margaery was learning.
OTA; Morning October 13th.
Thorfinn was making his way out the front door of House #8, he usually headed from the back door to the inn to collect and axe and get to work, today he was aching from a worse night of sleep than usual so he was going to skip out on collecting wood for the day and get to following the river. He made his way out finishing the last touch of his braids, twisting them into themselves to hold in place. While he messed with his hair he managed to trip on the box sitting on the porch and hit his knee in the process.
"Ríða! Stykki af skít, hvað í fjandanum!"
He had not expected something on the porch much less that heavy. The box was more or less crushed under his weight, and when he shifted off of it and realized there was a point sticking out dangerously close to where his leg had landed on the box. No wonder it hurt like it did. Thorfinn he realized it was the way the last box had displayed his name, of course the rest of his name was there. He shifted to sit cross legged despite the smarting pain in his leg. This was for him. Why were their captors giving him strange gifts, and leaving them in a place he could kill himself?
Tearing the box the rest of the way from the place the blade was sticking out he quickly realized what it was. An axe head it was unlike the ones he was used to, closer to the ones that came in the weapons crates but still strange in its hammer like end. He looked over the heavy item a few moments before he slowly looked up unamused. His face twisting to anger.
They gave him and axe.
An axe with no handle.
He was going to have to go fashion a handle and hoped it could support that weight. "Þetta er ekki fjandans fyndið." He placed the axe-head aside with a loud thunk. Looking to the rest of the crushed box, his eyes going wide. Wheat seeds.
He knew what they were by the sight of them. Looking up at the sky, then back towards the back yard…. He needed to make himself a little field and get these planted before it got to late, Einar had taught him Wheat could be planted in the fall. It wouldn't be able to be harvested in time for winter, but it might be good to do for next year if they are still here, if not maybe it could help someone else in the future. He just sat there staring at the box for a little while.
OTA: Following the river.
The axe-head was in his bag over his shoulder, but the wheat seeds had been left in his room. Thorfinn got to work quickly on moving to the river to start following it. He was looking for off orange coloring, for signs of bog iron. He wasn't an expert and his lessons on the stuff had been ages ago when he was in Medietas, but, it was something worth looking into. A possibility of getting the smith up and running. He didn't have high hopes on finding the bog iron, but, it was worth a shot to try. Worse come to worse he'd time to find a stick worthy of whittling down into a handle for the axe-head.
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"Then what is it?"
He was a little selfish like that, he assumed it was him. He had to be the problem. Until Kol speaks that is. Something about it in their own language makes the hair at the back of his neck rise. "I know tales of the Draugr, and the camp fire tales many warriors tell." He admitted but his mind thinking of Jo suddenly. Could this be connected to why she looks at Kol like she does? "Explain." he spoke the one word, he didn't like being confused.
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He nods in recognition, he remembers the stories well. Every culture had them, theories and feara of the dead coming back to life, usually as horrible monsters that fed on human blood or organs, or who terrorized villages and killed senselessly. The Draugr were another in a list of reanimated corpse ideals that happened to have it all wrong.
"I'm assuming the word 'vampire' doesn't mean much to you..but it's the term for it. For what I am." He's never been one to be ashamed of what he is, he left that job to Finn and instead made it his job to embrace all of the terrible parts of their changed physiology, but this is the closest he's ever come to feeling that way. Maybe it's more the lie of never mentioning it that's eating at him, he's not sure. "I'm not...dead, technically. But I'm not really alive either."
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He was older and wiser now, and this man wasn't one of those bastards, this was one of his only friends. He couldn't get up and walk away from Kol.
"I do not know the word, but I will remember it." He was oddly calm, he didn't freak out, it helped that he was already piecing it together in his mind. "That answers so much... I wondered how you were both of my time and modern." Thinking more of the other Kol. The Kol that had been trying to teach him English back in Medietas.
"I will not tell anyone." Oddly he felt like a weight was lifted that he didn't realize was there. Kol had secrets, Kol was a monster to in his own way, more literal than Thorfinn had been in his past, but still it felt revealing to know.
Then a thought flipped in his mind. "You wanted my blood." He spoke like he was just talking about the weather.
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He smiles, small and thin, but it exists, at the comment about the modern part of Kol's existence. He switches back to English now, "Mmm, yeah, I have lived for over a thousand years. Missed a century in there, thanks to my brother." And if he sounds bitter, it's because he absolutely is.
"Thank you," he nods quietly at the promise. "Jo knows." He adds after a moment, just to be sure he knows he doesn't have to keep this from her, at least.
And then everything he'd worried about managed to click together in Thorfinn's head. Kol nods slightly, "Yeah...yeah, it's-- how we survive. Until I'd showed up here, I hadn't needed real food in centuries. Something's different here, though." He squints suspiciously about that fact, but doesn't comment beyond that.
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He shifted in the chair listening to Kol explain things he had quietly questioned and felt he should not ask. Now he was understanding and it was both better and worse.
"How did your brother make you miss such time?" He asked very curious. "So, ou need blood here? If you don't need food before here, why do you now?" So many questions now. He was curious and yet an idea in his head as he nodded committing it all to memory. How could he help Kol?
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He wonders if Thorfinn understands the branch of trust this is, explaining all of this. He never thought much of it back home, or even in Lawrence. He and his family entered the city with warning labels of all varieties slapped across them, there was hardly a soul in the whole of Lawrence that didn't know their only weaknesses. Here, he'd kept everything more close to the vest. Jo, he'd unloaded on unsuspectingly, amid debris and heartache, forgetting she wasn't the Jo he knew. With Thorfinn, it was a choice of his own. Well...more of one, anyway. The blood and the lack of proper feeding were a bit of a catalyst, he supposes.
"I do," he nods, not thinking of where the other Norseman might take that fact. "I need both. And I'm not sure why. I'm weaker here, too, by a lot. I don't know that I have all the abilities I usually do, either." He hadn't bothered testing any compulsion on anyone, having grown used to not using it much back in Kansas. "I think our captors have found a way to suppress things, somehow. Magic, maybe. Or something else."
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And as this hit him all Thorfinn could do was stare. Wondering if any of that wood was in the woods and if so, he would find it and make sure that tree vanished into their furnace. "White oak... At least it is not here, I do not think anyway. If so, we destroy it." He spoke what was already brewing in his head. No one should harm Kol. Kol was his friend. Friends were rare and he wouldn't lose Kol it he had the choice to help him. Not when it was magic keeping him alive.
He pusher one of his braids aside and nodded thinking about it. Weighing his words. What would Jo say if she knew that his mind was brewing? She told him what monsters do... and yet Kol had a need.
"How much blood do you need Kol? I can bring animals home and give you blood from them. It it doesn't help, we can find other ways." He looked down at his hands then to Kol. "Our captors shouldn't win. "
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That question has him snapping his head up to look at Thorfinn, gaze fierce, serious. "I've been doing that. With the animals I've caught. But we're in such short supply as it is... it's risky in itself." He doesn't want to think what he could mean by 'other ways', because no way in hell would he ever get away with that, especially not under the nose of a hunter.
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Thorfinn's expression didn't change much, more falling a little flat, as if he wasn't sure why Kol was looking at him like that. "That is my point. Things are in short supply, that why I do not hunt as much, but there is bigger game, like bear and deer. Things we don't have the weapons for." He should try to make a bow, but he doubted his skills on it. Just because he could shoot a bow didn't mean he could make one. That and a lack of arrow heads. "Bigger game would have more blood to help you, and more meat for Kate to cook, and fur, I want fur." He's been vocal about the fact he's keeping fur, that he intends to have a cloak when winter comes. "Tell me how to help, and I will. We three have each other here."
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She'd made it up the stairs and to standing in front of her front door. Their -- the front door. Partially hanging open, with the words of a conversation she wasn't even positive she'd ever wanted to happen, and yet debating having almost everyday. But maybe hadn't expected Kol to take part in. Or wanted him to. Except there was more. More right here, in the word he said while she stood still, skin too tight, with a familiar itch, speaking of more than she knew even.
The White Oak stake, that Thorfinn might destroy, but Jo definitely wouldn't. The family. His parents, and his brother. The parts he hasn't really talked to her about, or anyone. Not aside from general details. Home, and the apocalyptic Lawrence before now. People who'd been with him. But a century was a long time to lose. But. And maybe that would have been fine. The strange shift in her chest about not liking to hear about vampires with families and family shit drama.
But it all goes out the window when Thorfinn hits his next topic and Jo is not having that in the slightest.
Not even a little. That's not a thing that's happening here. Here in this house. Here in this world. She would kill them both.
And then Thorfinn says there are three of them. Offering her up on a platter to the vampire, too, should he need her.
Jo's hand finally hits the door hard, and shoves it all the way open, on the men who couldn't have been more than halfway across the living room. Sitting near each other. They get a cursory of look, that's more sharpness than amusement, and droll distance, with just the edge of a warning already brewing. "The next time we decide to have intimate family chats about the truly deplorable state of Kol's life choices, could we at least do it with the door closed?"
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However, he doesn't have the chance to answer Thorfinn before the door is shoved open, tiny blonde thing standing in the doorway somehow taking up twice the space she should for all her glory. Kol's head swings up to look at her, brows arched. "Sorry, darling, I guess the fact that I was trying not to make a lunge for our friend here was a bit more important than shutting doors." He quips at her, sharper than any tone he'd used with Thorfinn in this conversation thus far. She kind of naturally brought it out in him, what can he say?
Not that she wasn't right, techically. But they were hardly yelling for the whole of the village to hear. Only anyone in the immediate vicinity of the door could have feasibly heard anything.
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Hearing the door hit hard, he looks over to the door his eyes going wide, all the wrong instincts kicking in, but there was no time to react besides looking back. The second his mind connects who it is and the edge to her voice, Thorfinn KNOWS he has messed up. It was almost like being a child caught in his father's trunk again. But, only a fraction more worrying, because Jo isn't his father, Jo could leave if he made a wrong choice, upset her to much. He didn't want to even think about that prospect.
At Kol's words he looked back to him. "You wouldn't have. I would have stabbed you first." It's not bragging, just stated as the fact he felt it was. If he really felt he was in danger he would have, but only when that fight or flight instinct kicked in. A sad fact to how little he understands the supernatural. He thinks he could have stopped Kol.
Looking back to Jo he gave an apologetic look. "Sorry, should have closed the door." He saw nothing wrong with offering her as well, they were a team in his eyes. Three surviving in a strange world. Kol was part of the team.
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The knowledge stuck under her nails like a knife blade digging in no matter how long they stayed here.
And it's absolutely part fo the accusation flared in Jo's eyes at Kol, even if she doesn't open her mouth, staring at him.
Before she grabs the doors, pulling it closed behind her as she steps in. She's looking Thorfinn over, in assumption with Kol's words. Except that he looks perfectly fine. He looks like there's no single reason Kol should have said those words, about lunging at him. "What happened?"
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Not that anything had happened. Or that he'd been that close to it happening. But it was still very much a possibility, any time anything like this occurs. And Thorfinn doesn't understand the danger of it. "And you're wrong, by the way." He glances over at his fellow Norseman, "If I wanted to hurt you, you couldn't stop me. You wouldn't be fast enough." Even with his powers cut in more than half, he's faster than a human.
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He sat back as Kol explained, it was so rare for Thorfinn to wear the overalls, and he hadn't been wearing them earlier when he and Jo spoke. "I forgot to move the box and tripped... again." He admitted, crossing his arms over his chest he shook his head. "Anything I catch I will bring home and you will drink or eat... I don't know, do what you must." he wondered about the gods of this world, giving him and axe, and then a tree to find if he was to protect Kol.
"You've not seen me when I am serious." He didn't get it. It was beyond his little bubble. "Still, I would rather not test it either. You are my friend, and I would rather no one have to suffer." Except me. It was there, a silent addition to his words. It was okay for him to suffer, he had accepted that when he choose his path. Chosen to grin and bare all the pain the world throws his way as long as it protects someone else. Saves just one life, it was worth it.
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Arrogance and naivety did not good for someone if it was just there to get them killed, and Jo threw another glare in Kol's direction. It wasn't that she didn't want Thorfinn to know, especially with them living there, so close to him all the time, or that she didn't get it. What Kol was saying. About the less and less animals available. That he had somehow managed to avoid whatever reaction he'd been having to Kol cutting himself open on accident.
(Like she had. The cut in her palm. Blood welling up and trickling down her skin.
"And to think, you can't just throw another temper tantrum so he'd know."
Or touch him, without risking a whole lot more in the bargain, even if she'd lose.
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He catches the glare from Jo and only barely resists the urge to roll his eyes at it. He couldn't just not explain this when it came up, huntress. And he wasn't going to lie about it. The two people in this room were the ones he was closest--try as he had to avoid making connections all together.
"You know, Jo," he turns his head toward her slowly, "you could stand lose the attitude. I didn't do anything, and he deserved to know."