Day Twenty-Three: Like a Yo-Yo

Apr 22, 2009 06:38

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...

Am too tired to think up appropriate cut text )

damion cohen, ~dm: marie "rogue" d'ancanto, *day 23, - in progress - mandy, - in progress - halo, @outside, ~dm: wolverine

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and_snow_fell April 22 2009, 15:15:10 UTC
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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claws_of_steel April 23 2009, 07:08:08 UTC
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?"

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lies_unspoken April 23 2009, 14:13:14 UTC
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?

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claws_of_steel April 24 2009, 10:10:04 UTC
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?

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