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sixthiterationlogs2017-02-13 01:00 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-02-13 01:00 pm
Ride The Lightning
WHO: Thorfinn Karlsefni
WHERE: The woods / House 8 / The Inn
WHEN: Valentine's Day And the 15th
OPEN TO: Thor then Everyone!
WARNINGS: Minor lightning injuries, bodily injury, cursing.
STATUS: Open!
Closed to Thor
It had been a little over a week since Thorfinn had come to realize Jo was really and truly gone. He was alone in the house he once shared with them. He was only slightly hopeful her and Kol would return, hope had never really gotten him far in life. So he went on like all was normal, purposely navigating away from questions of Jo or Kol, at least with Kol he was used to people not seeing the vampire around, but Jo was a known person in the little community. He knew he would have to handle it in time, but for now he wanted a sense of normalcy, so he returned to the woods daily felling trees and hunting.
Today, he had met with Thor with splitting some logs. The sight of the god always raised his spirits a bit, he knew he had been lacking in leaving tribute but he had been just to tired of late to go looking for more goats.
"Truly?" He asked in response to something the man had spoke. Lifting the axe up once more about to swing down hard but, faster than he could react he felt something at first tingle then everything shifted. A ball had floated up beside the axe, the crackle of eletricity flowing into head of the axe, and down the outside of the wood into Thorfinn's hands and down his arms before he could even drop the axe.
He didn't remember screaming, only the agony of the energy surging through him, at the same time that he screamed the fire swirled around him escaping with a moment of loss of control. Luckily the flames didn't last long. His knee's buckled as he started to tumble down, his brown eyes wide as his mind tried to process what just happened, as he looked at Thor as he started to fall.
"...What the fuck, Thor."
Had he offended with a lack of goat tribute?
House 8
The next thing Thorfinn knew he was in his house, laying in bed, the ends of his hair were charred, as was his tunic sleeves, Kate was going to be so pissed at him. He wasn't sure how long he had been out cold but forcing himself to sit up, his arms ached in a horrible way. Lifting his right arm he saw the strangest marks he had ever seen before, just under the burns on both wrists were patterns going up to his elbows, it looked like lightning laced over his mesh of scars.
He tipped his head a bit, his head still ached like the rest of his body. Realizing he was home he knew someone had to of brought him home. But who? Was it Thor? He shifted to try and get out of bed.
Feb 15th, The Inn
Thorfinn knew he was supposed to rest, but he was so bad at resting. It was around noon when he made his way across the back yard into the inn, with a small box under his aching arm. He moved over to Jo's book's despite the pain, he leaned over the table, setting down the box and opened it to a blank page. He started to jot a note in runes on the page.
What was different was that he had the sleeveless shirt from the summer on, his cloak just draped over his shoulders so his new found Lichtenberg scars were noticeable, but what stood out more than that, his long hair was gone. He had taken one of his knives when he woke in the morning and sheered the locks off. Cut unevenly and badly leaving only about an inch and a half in some places, and two in others it was a bad cut, but he had tried. The charcoal in his hand was a little unsteady, his nerves weren't acting as they should, he had been shaking a bit but not from fear, the longer he stood the worse his headache got as well, but Jo would have wanted the book written in.
WHERE: The woods / House 8 / The Inn
WHEN: Valentine's Day And the 15th
OPEN TO: Thor then Everyone!
WARNINGS: Minor lightning injuries, bodily injury, cursing.
STATUS: Open!
Closed to Thor
It had been a little over a week since Thorfinn had come to realize Jo was really and truly gone. He was alone in the house he once shared with them. He was only slightly hopeful her and Kol would return, hope had never really gotten him far in life. So he went on like all was normal, purposely navigating away from questions of Jo or Kol, at least with Kol he was used to people not seeing the vampire around, but Jo was a known person in the little community. He knew he would have to handle it in time, but for now he wanted a sense of normalcy, so he returned to the woods daily felling trees and hunting.
Today, he had met with Thor with splitting some logs. The sight of the god always raised his spirits a bit, he knew he had been lacking in leaving tribute but he had been just to tired of late to go looking for more goats.
"Truly?" He asked in response to something the man had spoke. Lifting the axe up once more about to swing down hard but, faster than he could react he felt something at first tingle then everything shifted. A ball had floated up beside the axe, the crackle of eletricity flowing into head of the axe, and down the outside of the wood into Thorfinn's hands and down his arms before he could even drop the axe.
He didn't remember screaming, only the agony of the energy surging through him, at the same time that he screamed the fire swirled around him escaping with a moment of loss of control. Luckily the flames didn't last long. His knee's buckled as he started to tumble down, his brown eyes wide as his mind tried to process what just happened, as he looked at Thor as he started to fall.
"...What the fuck, Thor."
Had he offended with a lack of goat tribute?
House 8
The next thing Thorfinn knew he was in his house, laying in bed, the ends of his hair were charred, as was his tunic sleeves, Kate was going to be so pissed at him. He wasn't sure how long he had been out cold but forcing himself to sit up, his arms ached in a horrible way. Lifting his right arm he saw the strangest marks he had ever seen before, just under the burns on both wrists were patterns going up to his elbows, it looked like lightning laced over his mesh of scars.
He tipped his head a bit, his head still ached like the rest of his body. Realizing he was home he knew someone had to of brought him home. But who? Was it Thor? He shifted to try and get out of bed.
Feb 15th, The Inn
Thorfinn knew he was supposed to rest, but he was so bad at resting. It was around noon when he made his way across the back yard into the inn, with a small box under his aching arm. He moved over to Jo's book's despite the pain, he leaned over the table, setting down the box and opened it to a blank page. He started to jot a note in runes on the page.
What was different was that he had the sleeveless shirt from the summer on, his cloak just draped over his shoulders so his new found Lichtenberg scars were noticeable, but what stood out more than that, his long hair was gone. He had taken one of his knives when he woke in the morning and sheered the locks off. Cut unevenly and badly leaving only about an inch and a half in some places, and two in others it was a bad cut, but he had tried. The charcoal in his hand was a little unsteady, his nerves weren't acting as they should, he had been shaking a bit but not from fear, the longer he stood the worse his headache got as well, but Jo would have wanted the book written in.
15th
Pushing herself up from her seat, she made her way to where he had sat down and started working in a book. "Thorfinn? Are you okay?"
Which seemed like a pretty stupid question once she noticed the scars and just how bad his new haircut really was. Pausing just a couple feet away, she tilted her head to the side. "What happened?"
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He lied.
He was getting pretty good at it to when it came to one thing in particular, how he was doing. He was not okay, but he didn't like people worrying for him in the least.
"I am fine." He spoke sounding sincere. "I was hit by the bolts of lightning that have gotten others in the village of late." he knew lying about that would be stupid, Thor had been right there and seen it.
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Not that there was a reason that she should have known but she kind of felt like maybe she should have considering she was a nurse. Almost instantly she wanted to check him over to see if there were other wounds that she couldn't see since she knew there could be some lingering side effects. Her impression of Thorfinn was that he was a rather private man, though, and not someone she could just spring that kind of care on.
So she tried to focus on something else. "Is that what happened to your hair?"
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SHe was mostly right there, he hated being cared for. But, sometimes he needed it.
He offered an awkward look as he shifted his eyes up. "Caught fire, so I had to cut it."
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"Oh." Her lips formed a small 'o' before she leaned forward a little. "I used to cut my fiance's hair because he hated going to the hairdresser. If you want, I could try trimming your hair just to even it out a little?"
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"What is Fiance?" he asked before shrugging some. "It's different with us, only those we love are supposed to... but, there is no one here that I do... So I guess it doesn't matter. If it looks bad, please help me."
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"A man I was going to marry." She answered, not quite looking at him while she continued to study his hair. Then she focused on his face again, meeting his eyes as she nodded slowly. "Okay. If it helps, you can pretend I'm someone you know? Maybe family or something?"
Glancing over her shoulder, she hummed. "We could go to my place. I think Margaery has some scissors there."
The 15th
"Prophets, Thorfinn," she says, pushing back from her chair and approaching him quickly but carefully. "What happened to you?"
She's not going to push it if he doesn't want her to, but she will, she decides, at least offer to trim up his hair with the kitchen shears. It probably isn't going to look great even then, either.
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"I was struck by a ball of the lightning that has gotten others. I am alright." The slight shake of his hands gave away a bit, but considering he was up and moving about said a lot. "Would you like to sit?"
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The scars look like branches, like a lightning strike, and she wonders if the reason for that is due to the energy trying to find the path of least resistance, like it does in atmosphere. It's probably not the best topic for conversation, though, and she sips her gone-cool mint tisane while she ponders what might be better said.
"Did it burn your hair?" she asks, finally, giving Thorfinn a slightly bemused glance. It's the only reason she can think of for his haircut.
House 8
"I'm not a very strong man, if you'd been even a few more inches higher, I would've needed a wheelbarrow to get you back here."
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"Lucky wouldn't have been hit by lightning." He spoke almost to seriously.
Thorfinn knew he was pretty heavy so only then did he offer a weak smile. "I guess, being small was helpful there." Not that he liked it, the headache he had starting to throb a bit as he sat up.
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"Slowly," he advises, when the man starts to sit up. "Are you seeing properly? One of everything, no blurring?"
Feb 15th, The Inn
Thorfinn looked odd to her and so she went to investigate. Maybe he'd give her something else to think about. She stopped next to his table, her green eyes inspecting the odd cut of his hair.
"What are you writing?" Her accent was thick however her words clear. She couldn't read his runes.