EVERYONE GET IN THE CAR, it's TEST DRIVE TIME!

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TEST DRIVE MEME



WHAT THE FUCK TO DO:

► STEP 1; Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting or alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need them!
► STEP 2; Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether or not you're voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
► STEP 3; Post this all over your plurk and get people to get their big asses in here and force them to app or face the consequences. Oh, and I guess have fun. I suppose that's important, too.

reposted from the lessor who reposted it from ineuphony, you get the picture. posted with mod permission!

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Thorkell | Vinland Saga

[ponypuncher]

<sub>[Text]

[You know what's a hilarious and great idea?



Sticking someone from the 10th and 11th century into 'modern' times with all kinds of new technology . Especially if they happen to be very large. In Thorkell's case, he stands at nearly nine feet tall and that is completely normal to him.

Luckily a kind soul had taken the time to give him the rundown of this new city, but it didn't leave him any less confused. Still, it couldn't hurt to try fiddling with some of these new doodads, right?

...Right?]</sub>

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_{[Whoops, that didn't quite work. What if he tried hitting it against something?]}

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_{[Maybe someone should help him before he ends up breaking it.]}

ACTION FUCK YOU

[karlsefni]

—[oh

no

hell no

HELL FUCKING NO]

[he could leave
he could leave right now, turn around, pretend he didn't see him, get the fuck out of there, no no no no this is not someone he wanted to see.]

[but. but he's being so fucking obnoxious with his banging and his stupidity—]

Could you fucking quit that!?

iyaaaa be gentle 1/3

[ponypuncher]

<sub>[Wait what who was yelling at him now? Was it the guy he hit with the phone the other day after he threw it down the street?


...Wait.

Wait, no.

That voice could only belong to one person--!]</sub>

[ponypuncher]

_{[ODIN'S BALLS IT IS!!!!!!]}

THORFINN!

<sub>[GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE LOOK AT YOUR UNCLE, THORFINN. LOOK AT HIM HOLDING HIS ARMS OUT COME GET A FUCKING HUG--

wait.]</sub>

3/3

[ponypuncher]

_{[....He could've sworn he kicked Thorfinn up into the air and watched him come in for a hard landing. Why is he here how is he not banged up wasn't his arm broken.]}

Hmm? You healed from your injuries awfully fast, didn't you?

no

[karlsefni]

[this was a bad idea, this was the worst idea in existence why did he do this why. stepping back, obviously! definitely not coming anywhere near those bear arms, and scowling—by the way, he has a white, plastic bag in hand, full of groceries. (the domesticated life of thorfinncat, tamed into not stabbing groceries as he buys them.)]

What—[injuries? ..right, he's been here for a while now.] Keh, I got rid of those long ago. [and he's not looking to get more.]

/weeps gently

[ponypuncher]

_{[No best idea fuck you if you wont come over for a hug, uncle is just going to waltz right up and just give a look.]}

But I just saw you the other day--

<sub>[Before he came here, that is.

...Thorfinn what are you even carrying what is that what]</sub>

What's that you've got there? They didn't tell me about white sacks in this town! _{Or what country this is for that matter... It's certainly not England or Denmark...}

/fuc-- wait pg13. /fucks yo shit up.

[karlsefni]

[an eyebrow raises—hilariously enough, thorfinn's not aware of the time shenanigans here beyond that people come from different time periods. but there's a distraction, and he's.. feeling a bit of pity, almost. because he, too, said the same thing..]

It's called a "grocery bag". And you'd better go back to wherever your house is or whatever and ask the people there, I'm not dealing with you. [so. this...means he's turning on his heel to leave.

turning his back on the enemy is #gooddecisions]

/cries!!

[ponypuncher]

<sub>[If Thorfinn was telling the truth, then maybe Thorkell could have a little fun with this. There was a good chance it could get an awfully nasty reaction but oh dear it would be fun!

He crosses his arms over his chest and slowly shakes his head. 'tut tut']</sub>

No need to be rude! What would your father think if he saw you behaving this way?

_{[c: c: c:]}

i can't with this i can't with you

[karlsefni]

[his response is snappish, unnecessarily so—he'd throw a knife, in all honesty, if he could, but he's only got two on him and wasting them would be bad.]

Fuck you, he's dead, he can't say shit about it.

nope

[ponypuncher]

_{[Aww yes. Let's push more buttons!]}

Hmm, that's true! That's very true--Oh, but what about your mother, Helga?

_{[He's actually curious about that, too! He hasn't seen his little niece in so long.]}

B|

[karlsefni]

[i hate you, uncle]

[he actually stops then, eyes narrowing, and he's stiff, but it's not about his father.]

So? Who gives a shit? [he's faking nonchalance, and it's not that hard to tell—but at the same time, there's an air about his words that makes it clear: he's abandoned her, it's none of his business now.]

c: 1/2

[ponypuncher]

_{[is it because he was never around? he has all the time in the world to make up for it with bonding.]}

Oh, you're just too cruel!

_{[Thorfinn, look at your life look at the people you are related to.]}

I do, of course!

2/2

[ponypuncher]

She is my niece after all.

[karlsefni]

[i can't fucking believe we're related]

Yeah? Visit Iceland sometime! Figure it out yourself! [and. AND NOW HE'S GOING TO LEAVE. REALLY. SERIOUSLY. LEAVE HIM ALONE.]

[ponypuncher]

_{[blame big bro.]}

You really are cruel! <sub>[NOPE NOT GETTING AWAY THAT EASILY, KIDDO.

How does it feel having an eight foot tall shadow.]</sub>

Ah--speaking of visiting other countries, which one is this? No one would give me a straight answer!

[karlsefni]

[he doesn't bother retorting to the first comment, but he does take a moment to pause, before speaking, curtly but speaking nonetheless.]

It's the land beyond the western horizon—further west than England or Greenland could be. They call it America.

[ponypuncher]

A-mercia. Hmm...

_{[That just came out sounding ridiculous, but he tried!]}

...I don't like it. Is there a jarl here?

[karlsefni]

Keh. [fine, he can do with a bit of explaining.]

They call him the "landlord". No one sees him, but he brought us all here.

[ponypuncher]

_{[The bastard took him away from his fight and he didn't even have the guts to show his face. Figures.]}

Hmph. Then he's a coward.

_{[Just like Sigvaldi in the Battle of Hjörungavágr. Jeeze, how did he get himself 'captured' by someone like that?]}

That means I can't take his head now for stopping me in the middle of our duel, so I have no choice but to wait.

[karlsefni]

—middle of our duel? What're you talking about? [that—happened a while ago, didn't it?]

[ponypuncher]

Hm? Thorfinn, did you hit your head on the branches when you came down?

_{[He understands that his injuries could've healed up if he was here for awhile, but how could he forget that? IT WAS SO IMPORTANT.]}

[karlsefni]

Did you lose some of your brains when I took your eye out? That was weeks ago! Weeks before I came here!

oops icon

[ponypuncher]

My eye? I think you should sit down, lad! I've got both of them!

[karlsefni]

[. . . . . no]

Fuck! [what the hell's going on!?] Nevermind, whatever! [HE NEEDS TO GO FIND SOMEONE TO EXPLAIN THIS SHIT. leaving, leavingleavingleaving!!!]