Day Twenty-Three: Like a Yo-Yo

[claws_of_steel]

Who: Logan
Where: ...Outside
When: Late morning
Rating: PG-13
Invasion: Yay!

Status: Whoo. The sun is now completely up. God I am so tired =_=
Summary: Open / Ongoing. I think I should maybe switch those two...

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[and_snow_fell]

Damion thought it would be ... prudent to see who was out and about outside. He'd lost his second, but had managed to distract Laurel with something shiny before pointing her outside. He had no idea where the little silver was just now, nor was he overly inclined to care.

If he got lucky, she'd run into an enraged Sylar who could manage to actually defeat the immortal. He doubted that though. She hadn't died yet; what made him think someone here would take care of that?

Feeling less than charitable about the whole thing - the angel was gone, after all, taking a fair bit of his defenses with him - Damion regarded the destruction of the tree with an arched brow. "And what did that tree ever do to you?" he inquired evenly as he studied the other male.

He didn't recognize him, which meant he was newer to DauphinMare. Interesting. He wondered how new, and whether or not he could be swayed into staying. It only seemed fair, after all.

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Logan froze, and snarled slightly in the back of his throat. He didn't know who this guy was, but already he didn't like him. He turned his head first to see him more clearly, and the rest of his body followed soon after. He brandished his claws on one hand a bit - holding them threateningly in the direction of the guy's throat - before he pointed to the busted tree with the other.

"Figured it was probably better than one of the residents here," he growled out. "You got a problem with that?"

[lies_unspoken]

Damion shrugged one shoulder slightly. "I suppose not. Though I can't say I'd be horribly put out if you got into it with a couple of the residents here. I'm certain a few of them could hold their own."

He thought about offering his hand for a shake before deciding that he was rather attached to his hands. "Damion Cohen. I'm not sure we've met," he said politely. If he was from DauphinMare - and it was likely that he was - then Dami was certain the man at least knew his name. They did talk about him, didn't they?

[claws_of_steel]

His eyes narrowed at the implication that he may be weaker than some of the residents here. Regardless of the truth of the statement, he didn't rather like how Damion had pointed it out like that, and he was hard pressed to hold back a snarl.

"Wolverine," he said when Damion introduced himself, and he retracted his claws in the next breath, though he didn't offer his hands for a shake either. The name sounded familiar, but it took him a moment to place it. "You're in charge here," he assessed.

It didn't make much of a difference to him, but the fact that it had even made one at all was annoying to him. What did he care if this guy was in charge or just living here?

[lies_unspoken]

"Well, as much as anyone is in charge of things, yes, I am in charge here." Though this was not how he would have had a task go, if he'd actually been in charge.

But who's to say this was a task? Maybe the lines had simply been shifted and these were his new recruits, freshly stolen from his mother.

Unlikely though. Not if Laurel was his second. She'd always been ... well. She'd always been a pawn. They'd simply assumed she'd always been order. Maybe the scales had shifted a bit.

"Wolverine," he echoed as he regarded the man, nodding slightly. "Well, welcome to Riverfell. I'm certain you'll find yourself right at home here."

[claws_of_steel]

Logan scoffed when Damion suggested that he was going to enjoy himself here, his lips curling into a sneer. "Thanks," he said. "But if it's all the same to you, I'd rather you just direct me to the nearest portal. I've no interest in fighting for you."

No. Even if there were times when he had considered that perhaps chaos was a better place for him, he knew that he'd never be able to handle fighting against some of the people on the other side. Rogue, Bobby and John, for one, but there were a couple of others that he didn't want to see hurt. So in spite of Damion's words, he was pretty sure that he'd never feel comfortable here.

[lies_unspoken]

"There's one in the castle. And one that way," he said, pointing across the plain toward the other portal point. "I am, however, quite certain they won't be working. If that were the case, everyone likely would have fled by now." He paused. "Or my darling mother would have mounted a rescue attempt for those unable to ..." he glanced to Logan in an assessing way. "...defend themselves," he finished."

Really, Damion wished he could figure out the reason behind the incoming - and outgoing - residents. He'd lost his second, and who else? He'd gained Ice's second, and a fair few of her followers.

Maybe this was the Powers' way of leveling the playing field? He doubted that.

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He paused. He didn't like that.

"So... I'm..." he paused. Something about that sentence had caught his attention. "We're stuck here," his lips curled upward in a small snarl, and he wondered who else had been pulled. People who couldn't defend themselves? "What's up with you getting a second turn, I thought it was our go next!"

Then again, they'd sort of gotten the day off yesterday, hadn't they? Had that been their turn to go? Had they used it on a rest break instead of a task?

Or was this somehow their task? Had they sent over people to infiltrate and take over Riverfell? He just didn't get it, though he wondered how much about it Damion knew and wasn't sharing.

[lies_unspoken]

"And therein lie the crux of things," Damion said. "I don't think this is our task. Or yours, for that matter. There were no instructions this time. No warnings. No idea of today's objective."

He paused thoughtfully. "It could simply be a redrawing of the lines. Those who had been ... summoned wrongly, as it were, and the Powers are now rectifying their errors."

Dark brows elevated as he regarded the mutant. "If I were you, I'd look to settling in. Think you might be here for a bit."

Of course, if this was a rearranging of the sides, that ... made things interesting. Some of those summoned surely had ties to the other side, and would be reluctant to fight against them.

Well, he'd burn that bridge if he came to it.

[claws_of_steel]

He didn't like the sound of that, because it oddly made a strange sort of sense. An evening out of the numbers, as it were, since so many chaotic people were being summoned to DauphinMare just 'cause, Chaos had decided to point out the more literal interpretation and bring all the chaotic people who may fight for the side of light to the side of Chaos, and

[lies_unspoken]

"Did you really have that option?" Damion inquired. "Or were you simply ..." he gestured a little. "Under the impression that the traitors were allowed by the powers to switch sides? I'm not sure it was really an option so much as an occasional allowance."

His next words raised an interesting point though. Could he send them home? Could Laurel?

"Either way, I'm not certain I can send you home. I can try. It might end badly though." The easy smile on his lips might have indicated he wasn't particularly inclined to care which way it ended.

Rogue watched the confrontation, mostly hidden by the thick trunk of a tree. She didn't dare get any closer, for fear of catching the leader's attention, but she trusted that - eventually - the wind would shift enough to bring her scent to Logan.

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"Didn't we?" he snapped back. "You were the one galivanting all over the other day, trying to recruit for your side. How successful was that, by the way? We got, what, three new people and you got a goose egg

[lies_unspoken]

"Oh that," Damion said with a faint laugh. "That was a different set of circumstances, wasn't it? In this set, I don't think you get to pick sides. Not at all."

His eyes followed Logan's gaze, and while he caught sight of movement and had an idea of what it was, he let it go.

"I'll pass along the message," he assured the mutant before he bowed mockingly. Turning away, cloak fluttering and snapping behind him, Damion started back toward the castle.

Rogue waited until she was sure Damion was leaving and not faking before she eased out from behind the tree. She hadn't had any proper gloves in her room, so she'd settled for sliding a pair of socks over her hands, reasoning that would do until she found somewhere to get gloves.

"Hey," she said softly to Logan, well aware he'd likely hear it without getting any closer to her.

[claws_of_steel]

He heard it, and held out a hand to indicate that she shouldn't come any closer, unaware that she'd stopped moving. His eyes were watching Damion's retreating form, as though waiting for him to turn around and attack both of them, but he calmed slightly when he decided that he wasn't going to. It took him a bit longer than it had taken Rogue.

Turning around slowly to face her, his head the last to turn, he surveyed her appearance - entirely for injuries, though belatedly he realized she probably wouldn't have any visible ones - he noted the socks, and raised his eyebrows to her as if to say, 'Really?' for a moment before he sobered the expression, realizing the follow up to that was 'what else was she supposed to do'. He took a couple of easy steps toward her.

"Hey," he said quietly, his tone much calmer than it had been with Damion. "How're you... holding up?"

[justified_sins]

"I ..." She shook her head and shrugged even as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Just ... tryin' t'figure out what ... what we're doing here. Why I'm here. Why you're here. This is it, right? The other side?"

She took a few tiny steps closer to Logan, tucking her hands under her arms as she gazed up at him.

"Where ... did you start in the barracks, too?"

[claws_of_steel]

On impulse he reached out to comfort her, and then he remembered why he couldn't, and he lowered his arms and eyes, looking away for a moment while he regained himself and then he looked back at Rogue, frowning.

"Look, you need gloves," he murmured, only because it was a distraction, and he started to move in the direction of Town Hall, gesturing that she should follow. "And I don't know. The leader guy there - Damion - he was talking about how they're just reorganizing the sides, since Chaotic people were roaming around DauphinMare," he frowned, wondering if he should have softened the blow of that - made it easier to hear. "But I figure it'll all be over by midnight if we just hand out until then.