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sixthiterationlogs2017-03-16 08:37 am
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-03-16 08:37 am
Open: It's more than nature It's like my destiny.
WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: The Fountain & The Inn
WHEN: 3/16
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None
NOTES: a heads up Thorfinn has been updated and wiped clean of his CRAU and chunks of his memories are gone. His English will be much more broken because of this.
STATUS: Open!
The Fountain
Two days before, Thorfinn had left into the woods to hunt, nothing unusual for him, he tended to keep to himself a lot more than he had in the past since Jo vanished. His solidarity became more profound once her belongings had been distributed. What was different was he didn't return that night, or the next. The fire had long gone out in his hold and everything was cold. His cloak was not hanging by the door and his boots were gone. Signs he was not home. No lights at night was also a good sign.
It was mid morning when His eyes snapped open and he felt the freezing waters around him, like a shock to his system he pushed hard for the surface, just as he had done the first time. Memories over memories. Odense. He was supposed to be going to Odense He had left Karli with Einar and the others, promising to be in Odense in four days.... it was nearly a week later and he now here he was bursting through the cold ass water as he gasp grabbing the edge of the fountain yanking himself off and over. When he hit the ground the first thing he noticed was that he was in his scrubs, not the clothes he had been wearing. His cloak no where around him, shivering he pushed himself up.
"Hver fjandinn .... hvernig er ég aftur hingað?"
He moved away from the fountain slower than he might normally move the cold shooting right to his joints and old injuries. He didn't head home, but down the streets shivering, the water in his hair already starting to freeze.
Claire had cut his hair just a few weeks before, after he had been struck by lightning and now wet it looked longer than it seemed just days before.
The Inn
Pushing the door open he made his way inside shivering. It had already been well into spring, damn near summer last he remembered, it was strange with the overlapping memories. Running from a psychotic kid trying to force him to fight, having Vagn's head thrown at him by the same kid... Vagn, another soul gone because of him. His father's friend... Floki had to be behind it...
He shuttered with the cold as his thoughts raced, moving quickly inside to get near the fireplace. Still shivering. He had been lucky last time to come through while it was hot out.
"Cougar...Peggy...Kate...Margaery...Jake...Veeronika." He started muttering the names of those he remembered best. Something was wrong and he knew it, he could feel it deep in his marrow. When he had been home he had remembered nothing of this place, he prayed it would be the same, otherwise his friends and family were in deep trouble.
He was huddled near the fire, cold and dripping, staring into the flames. Something was wrong. Why had he gone back through the fountain?
WHERE: The Fountain & The Inn
WHEN: 3/16
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None
NOTES: a heads up Thorfinn has been updated and wiped clean of his CRAU and chunks of his memories are gone. His English will be much more broken because of this.
STATUS: Open!
The Fountain
Two days before, Thorfinn had left into the woods to hunt, nothing unusual for him, he tended to keep to himself a lot more than he had in the past since Jo vanished. His solidarity became more profound once her belongings had been distributed. What was different was he didn't return that night, or the next. The fire had long gone out in his hold and everything was cold. His cloak was not hanging by the door and his boots were gone. Signs he was not home. No lights at night was also a good sign.
It was mid morning when His eyes snapped open and he felt the freezing waters around him, like a shock to his system he pushed hard for the surface, just as he had done the first time. Memories over memories. Odense. He was supposed to be going to Odense He had left Karli with Einar and the others, promising to be in Odense in four days.... it was nearly a week later and he now here he was bursting through the cold ass water as he gasp grabbing the edge of the fountain yanking himself off and over. When he hit the ground the first thing he noticed was that he was in his scrubs, not the clothes he had been wearing. His cloak no where around him, shivering he pushed himself up.
"Hver fjandinn .... hvernig er ég aftur hingað?"
He moved away from the fountain slower than he might normally move the cold shooting right to his joints and old injuries. He didn't head home, but down the streets shivering, the water in his hair already starting to freeze.
Claire had cut his hair just a few weeks before, after he had been struck by lightning and now wet it looked longer than it seemed just days before.
The Inn
Pushing the door open he made his way inside shivering. It had already been well into spring, damn near summer last he remembered, it was strange with the overlapping memories. Running from a psychotic kid trying to force him to fight, having Vagn's head thrown at him by the same kid... Vagn, another soul gone because of him. His father's friend... Floki had to be behind it...
He shuttered with the cold as his thoughts raced, moving quickly inside to get near the fireplace. Still shivering. He had been lucky last time to come through while it was hot out.
"Cougar...Peggy...Kate...Margaery...Jake...Veeronika." He started muttering the names of those he remembered best. Something was wrong and he knew it, he could feel it deep in his marrow. When he had been home he had remembered nothing of this place, he prayed it would be the same, otherwise his friends and family were in deep trouble.
He was huddled near the fire, cold and dripping, staring into the flames. Something was wrong. Why had he gone back through the fountain?
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"You can tell me what words you know and I'll try and use them." This might end poorly but Moana didn't care. She'd help him if she could.
"ríða." She pronounced the word a bit awkwardly. "Means think or... dummy?" She wasn't going to call him dumb but it was a possibility.
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....What had happened in the woods? What was it he couldn't recall.
When she repeated that word he spoke far to often he shook his head, some of the icey water dripping off his bangs onto her hands when he did. ...Come on he new he had heard it in english. "Bad words." He motioned to himself. "No good. Þú ert góður, ég er óguðlega. Sama hvernig ég reyni að breyta ... ég get það ekki." He then motioned to her. "Good."
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She couldn't accept that.
"No." She spoke firmly, stubbornly and without room for argument. She spoke like the leader she was one day supposed to be. "You are good. You're strong and kind. You gave me a cloak when I first arrived, remember?" She smiled then, her features softening as she continued. "You always try your best, even now you keep trying. You believe in your gods and you want to help people survive. You are good Thorfinn."
She won't let him convince himself otherwise. "I can see you."
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He stayed silent trying to piece it together, until he hung his head, unable to fully grasp it.
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"I think you were brought here for a reason. We all were." She had no idea what that reason would be. "But it's what we do that make us who we are."
She hoped that he understood. Moana falling dropped his hands, pulling him into a tight warm hug. "I have the net for you. If you still want it." She hoped that he'd still teach her how to sail though she wasn't going to press the matter. She'd find a way, even if she didn't have help.
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A reason... he had to be here again for a reason, she was right.
He took a deep breath before a more violent shutter shook through him as he pulled the cloak tighter around him.
He knew what she was saying at least a little, enough to peice it together. "...yes, net. No yet. Cold." He was to damn cold to go fishing, becuase of course he thought she meant to go fishing right then.
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"We I was very young..." She began in a soft voice, her dark brown eyes watching as the fire flicked and cracked in the hearth. "I used to run off to the water a lot. Being wet or cold never bothered me much. When it was night I'd sometimes be so cold that I couldn't stop shivering." Mostly because she wasn't wearing enough clothes. "It was those nights my mom would hold me and sing to me. I was five or so. She'd call me her little minnow."
Moana laughed at the memory, turning her gaze back towards Thorfinn. "Thinking of things like that warms me up some." That was probably weird but own well, Moana was used to being strange, even for those on her island.
She knew a few people who she's spoken to about her island. It was an odd thing but hearing about it seem to cheer people up. She didn't know how much of it Thorfinn understood but the soften in her voice was unmistakable.