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who ; Logan and various visitors
what ; For the past few weeks, Logan's been working on building a cabin in one of the garden zones, just so he can have a place to get away from everyone every once in awhile. However, he's finding it a little less solitary than he'd planned on...
where ; Garden Zone 5
when ; now!
warning(s) ; ...Logan ( Read more... )
what ; For the past few weeks, Logan's been working on building a cabin in one of the garden zones, just so he can have a place to get away from everyone every once in awhile. However, he's finding it a little less solitary than he'd planned on...
where ; Garden Zone 5
when ; now!
warning(s) ; ...Logan ( Read more... )
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As a compromise, he'd been trying to track down Logan. Not easy, but with a loud bamf! he finally appears on top of the cabin-in-progress, balancing precariously.
"Ha! There you are!"
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"Get down from there, elf, the support beams aren't in place yet."
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He inspects the growing structure, though, looking a bit thoughtful.
"So this is why you are not living on a normal house?"
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He's not too worried about Kurt's safety; the kid can always just bamf away before he hits the ground. He's not looking forward to climbing up and replacing anything if he can avoid it, though.
Logan swings the axe and splits the log neatly in two, leaving the axe buried in the tree stump where it hits and straightening up, crossing his arms and looking up at Kurt.
"Still living with you and the Professor, just not all the time."
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He's not worried; he doesn't run or try to find cover, though he's got more than enough warning to have time to do so. But every one of his senses is on high alert, ready for anything.
When the man speaks, he barely reacts, just turning his head casually and raising an eyebrow, taking in his appearance at a glance. That armor's nothing to sneeze at, and neither is the gun; Logan can't see the man's face behind his helmet, but he'll be just as easily identifiable by his scent, the next time they meet.
"You got something to say, bub, or you plan on standing around making noises all day?"
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Logan's willing to play nice, for the moment, if this guy is, but he's keeping an eye on that gun. The compliment takes him off guard, and he shrugs, glancing briefly up at the frame of the cabin before looking back at the soldier.
"Not much of a cabin yet," he says, crossing his arms across his chest. "But it sure as hell didn't build itself."
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...And now, she was big enough to hunt the large, sub-arctic prey that came with the territory.
Wistala had never seen a moose before, but treating it like a 'really big deer' seemed to work well enough. Spooking it with her shadow as she flew over the tree tops got it running, and she carefully herded it toward the clearing she could just see up again. The moment it darted out of the brush, bleating in terror at the dragon-smell, she swooped down, tackling the animal off it's feet, hindclaws digging in as jaws clamped down on the beast's neck.
The pair tumbled into the clearing with a crash of snapping tree limbs, within sight of Logan's half-built cabin.
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Animal scents were so common here he barely noticed them anymore, and the moose didn't register until it came crashing out of the woods into the clearing. The dragon was too high up in the air for him to scent it until it started diving down, but his eyes darted up to the sky a moment before it came into view, widening at the sight.
He snapped his claws out instantly, still staring, because while he'd dealt with a lot of things since coming here, this was something new.
New and much bigger than he was.
The - dragon? no, it couldn't be a dragon, dragons didn't exist - had its teeth buried in the animal's neck, clearly in hunting mode. It didn't seem to have noticed him yet, though, and with luck, he could keep it that way long enough to escape before it started seeking other prey.
He started to back away, slowly, keeping his claws out and his eyes on the animal the entire time.
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And she'd clearly been spotted.
Pogt.
She hadn't noticed the smell of him over the smell of the moose. Humans didn't have a smell nearly so distinct as other dragons - a garlicky, musky, metallic scent all their own - and beyond than the surprise, he was far too quiet for one.
Other then the...knives? He did not seem to be attacking, but he was, for the moment, alone. Wistala shifted uneasily over her kill, wings still half-spread in readiness. Could there be others? She didn't want to abandon the thing, but technically, she had intruded on the human's territory. Hominid laws. They weren't worth more than bat droppings ( ... )
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There was a moment of doubt, but - no, there was no one else around, or he'd have smelled them, and the voice was definitely coming from that direction.
Logan stopped, his claws still out, and just stared at the dragon. If that was what it was.
Maybe he was imagining things.
He shook his head, trying to clear it, and sniffed, trying to get a better idea of what he was looking at.
"The hell?"
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He's never liked being on the run, being a fugitive, always having to look over his shoulder and wonder where they'll be coming from next, but. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the wild part of it. Seeing the world. So more randomization from the 'porter and voila, it's almost a bit of home. Or a temporary-hideaway-home-away-from-home but technicalities. So. Hiking. It's happening. Until Bruce realizes that hey, big as the place is he's still not alone and. That wasn't really the plan, so what do?
"Sorry, I was just- Never mind. I'll keep on going and. Didn't mean to intrude on your, uh. Cabin. Process here. Sorry." Bobbing his head in apology, Bruce makes perfectly ready to scoot out of here.
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Logan's leaning against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest, drinking a beer and taking a well-deserved break. He'd scented the new arrival well before he came into view, and had been waiting ever since, cautiously curious.
The guy's not military, and he's not a dragon, but while he looks (and sounds) harmless enough, Logan can't shake the feeling that there's something...off about him.
He takes a long sniff, not caring if it's obvious or not, and tilts the bottle up to take another sip of his beer, his eyes on the man the entire time.
"Get yourself lost on the way to the blood donation bank?"
From the looks of him, the guy could use a credit or two.
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"Sorry. ...Again." He shoves his hands into his pockets, trying not to- Appear ruder than he already has by bursting in on someone he didn't know was here? Or something. He doesn't know. He looks over the cabin so far with a slight nod. "...Looks good at least. For Grand Central."
There's a try for a chuckle, but it dies pretty quick when blood enters the conversation. "Wh- No, that's. I can't- I don't. No. I was just, er. You know. Walking through. Not really from anywhere. Or going, either. Just. Enjoying the walk is all."
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"Hey."
Logan holds his hands up, raising an eyebrow and trying his best to look nonthreatening. "I don't bite, okay?" Well, mostly. "Something wrong, or do you always look like you're about to keel over just from talking to a guy?"
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I'd know those sideburns anywhere. How's it going, Logan?
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He bristles, hands already curling into loose fists at his sides, and eyes the other man. A mask. Something to hide.
"'M I supposed to recognize you?"
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...Well apparently not.
Look, my name's Wade. You don't know me, but we've got a lot in common, trust me. Weapon X ring a bell or are you in the middle of another amnesia bout?
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Neither name is familiar, but then, that doesn't mean a thing, with him.
"The hell is Weapon X?"
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