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Who: Logan and whoever. [OPEN]
When: This evening
Where: In town, random locations
Rating: TBA?
Warnings: Possible violence/profanities/stabbities, if something goes awry.
Summary: Logan does his best to "lay low", as Hojo told him to. Jenovafied weird!Logan finds this very, very difficult, though. D:
( safe from pain // and truth // and choice // and other poison devils //
see, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do )
When: This evening
Where: In town, random locations
Rating: TBA?
Warnings: Possible violence/profanities/stabbities, if something goes awry.
Summary: Logan does his best to "lay low", as Hojo told him to. Jenovafied weird!Logan finds this very, very difficult, though. D:
( safe from pain // and truth // and choice // and other poison devils //
see, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do )
Darkness stuck to every corner of every building like a drapery of shadows that couldn't be contained, and blue eyes squinted through the heavy blackness, pausing every now and then to be certain that - yes - she was going in the right direction. It would have been impossible not to, considering there was only one way to get to her home, and that was a relatively simple path to follow. But, well, Lucrecia had a bad habit of getting lost in her thoughts, and when that happened, she generally went off in directions that weren't exactly right.
She hadn't been walking for even five minutes when she was drawing to a stop, palm pressed flat against the brick of a building next to her as her head tilted up a bit, watching, observing her surroundings with a calculating coolness that differed so much from her normal expression. After all, she usually ran into trouble in random points during the night, didn't she? Especially when she was walking home by herself, and maybe she would have learned a long time ago, if she had gotten hurt any of those times. But she hadn't ever really been injured, and Lucrecia wasn't the type of person to stop dangerous behavior until it was damn near killing her. Perks of being a scientist, she supposed.
But. No. Something, much like the other night, was off, and from somewhere close, somewhere nearby, the sound of shuffling, of something being rustled, caught her attention, had that head tilting up a bit more. Those same eyes narrowed, and she took a couple steps forward, nearly stumbling over herself when she (still from a distance, but no matter) recognized who it was she was looking at.
Logan. Ah.
Well. It figured.
His back was to her, and she took a careful step in the other direction, silently contemplating what - exactly - she was to do. There wasn't much, really, except turn around and head home in another way. But. Well. There was no other way. And he -- for as polite as he had been to her before, she knew he wasn't the same. Not the same he normally was, and that was what concerned her. Jenova's cells pumping through every inch of his body. Yes. That was what worried her.
Made her horribly curious, too, as any scientist would be. But she wasn't that foolish. Wouldn't risk her life to find out more information. Not when it could be done safely. Another pause. The air was only getting colder, and she tugged her jacket about her more firmly, and. Another person, suddenly, stepping from the darkness, and her breath caught in her throat as her eyes focused from Logan to Kakashi. Damnit. Damnit. All she could think of was Schuldig, and those same memories, the ones from that night, reeled slowly through her head as her fingers curled in against her palm. Damnit.
Damnit. To hell with it.
"Logan." It was spoken carefully. The name rolled off her lips quite easily, quite naturally. Calm and composed, hinted with warmth and concern, and she took another step forward, stopping near a lamppost as she watched him. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
Like with Jean, preferably, she thought.
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