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huh. so we're doing this again, eh?

WHO: Logan Howlett
WHERE: Fountain, House #60, Inn
WHEN: July 9th and 10th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: He's Logan, considered yourselves warned

Arrival Day; Fountain - One volunteer for fountain, otherwise OTA

In the midst of it happening, Logan felt the feeling of déjà vu; his mind remembering the sensation of water surrounding. But given his very last memories of what had occurred and the whirlwind of anger and pain and confusion of a place and people he shouldn't know but did make his arrival a rather loud one.

He grunts while trying to catch his breath and looks around with a defensive look that conveyed that the man was clearly unpredictable and needed to be approached with caution, though it doesn't take too long for him to finally get on his feet and take a look around with something of familiarity.

Later in the evening, he could be found sitting on the step of his newly claimed house trying to collect his thoughts and figure out the past, present and what was going on in his future. As well as where his last visit to the settlement fit into it all.

Around and at the Inn - OTA

Any kind of rest didn't include much sleep. As always, he woke up after a nightmare, metal claws out and shredded sheets on either side of him. This time, he was letting out a pained holler when they didn't. There was only intense pressure that made both hands ache like they never had before.

So he grabs the white shirt that he'd changed into earlier that day and sets out for a walk, eventually ending up at the inn where he grumbles through making a cup of something and sits down.

He could really use a cigar and a glass of something strong right now.

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Vergil knew better than to bring attention to himself, usually anyway. He's had a bad week to say the least. Taking down a demonic lord and avenging his birth parents, had been a highlight but everything else was just the universe pissing in his cereal. He had no gloves here to hide his prints, no hats to hide his hair, hell no product to make himself look at least well kept.

Vergil was still looking over the book when the rough looking man made his way in. His blue eyes tracked him. Something about the man screamed dangerous, and that in itself made that ache in his chest start to throb. The kind of dangerous that rolled off his Judas of a brother, and yet without a thought he pushed himself up, leaving the book behind as he made his way over.

It's a new world, why not take a chance.

"Good morning." He started, figuring he should wait to see how the man reacted before saying more.

Edited 2018-07-10 01:12 (UTC)

For as much as Logan tries not to appear like any kind of social person, it generally tends to backfire in his face. So when the young guy appears as he's finishing off a sandwich, he can't help but glance at him with a look that isn't exactly nasty, yet it isn't the most friendly look either.

"You must be new." Logan starts, chewing twice more before swallowing. "Because most people don't consider any morning good while they're here."

Something about that neither inviting nor ready to ready to rip his throat out, seemed like the best choice of someone to approach. He couldn't help the amused look that crossed his face when Logan spoke while chewing.

"I suppose so, I am still holding to some strings of hope." He admitted, leaning his arms on the back of a chair as he kept his eyes on the man. "My name's Vergil, and yes, I arrived yesterday."

"Oh yeah?" Logan replies flatly. "And what hope exactly are you holding out for? That there's a bus that comes by every few days that no one has told you about yet?"

Somehow being there once before and then coming back had him wondering what sort of selection bullshit this was, but also knew asking anyone would turn up empty so he resigned himself to being grumpy about it.

He allowed an almost amused self deprecating noise to escape. He wanted to laugh but his heart wasn't in it. "That would certainly be lovely wouldn't it.... alas, that would be to simple." Yeah he had a feeling this guy might be to rough around the edges, but he had once read that when in prison befriend the biggest guy....

"This place doesn't know the definition of simple. It also doesn't seem to have any idea what the hell it's doing because is the third time I've been brought here."

Pay attention, Vergil.

"So if you leave, you might end up coming back."

"The third time?"

Oh he was paying attention now.

"That sounds quite counter productive."

"Good thing you aren't deaf," Logan mumbles and leans back a little in his chair and shrugging. "It's a pain in the ass, yeah. More so because I can't remember the second time only the first and third; this time."

He can't even be sure that one was him either, if they the multiverse rules have anything to do with it. Timelines are tricky.

"Lovely, isn't it? The ability to hear." He replied keeping that same almost to sugary sweet tone. He was getting annoyed but laying on his nice act a little to heavy to hide it. "Can you truly be sure you were here a second time? If you don't remember it that is."

Yeah, he ain't going no where. The stubborn runs deep.

It was Gilbert who sensed him first. That animal magnetism had charmed her dog long ago, and as they had seen, Logan had a talent for making friends with the wild life. He bolted from the field, leaving Margaery to watch the livestock as he chased after the grumpy Northerner. Given how simple it was for others to come and go, it was no longer a surprise to see familiar faces returned...or others disappearing from their beds.

She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders as she took a few steps towards Logan and her dog. Giving a low whistle, she called Gilbert back to her and commanded him back to the fields, to follow and chase the livestock as he enjoyed.

"You are back."

There were only a handful of people Logan can actually say he wants to see when he remembers where he is. One of those people is Margaery and she is likely the only one left who can remember him being there before.

Slowing to a stop, he can't help the small curve of one side of his mouth. "Appears that way. Miss me?"

He doesn't see any reason not to pick up where they left off.

Edited 2018-07-12 16:49 (UTC)

"I did." He came at a time when she needed a friendly face. With so many people leaving the village, seeing someone return reminded her that it was possible. Not everyone was gone for good and sometimes the Observers weren't done with a person yet. With the loss of Robb fresh, Logan was enough to make her smile, even if only a little.

She pulled her shawl tighter around her, holding herself together in this way. "You remember everything." That was never a guarantee she found. Some came back without ever knowing they had been here before. The Observers were either tormenting Logan with this or making his readjustment easier, it was hard to tell.

"You have been gone some time."

The comment earns a slight lift of his shoulders and an indifferent bob of his head.

"Yeah, most of it." he answers, looking her over without appearing so much like he was. There was definitely something different in her features; a sense of wariness and definitely sadness that could be a number of things given the setting. He remembers the risks and the very real threat of losing anyone one got too close to.

He remembers it well because that is simply how his life is. Here or back in his world.

"Care to fill me in on exactly how long?" he asks.

"Over a year?" It's somewhere between a guess and certainty. She remembered that is was summer when she last saw him, in a similar state and with a moose on his trail. Yet it still felt like it was a lifetime ago, that it was another Margaery who knew him. When he disappeared, she had lost a good friend, one that had similar barriers around his heart. Having him returned was hope in its sweetest form.

"It is difficult to tell, but we are in a different village. One day, we were all crawling out of the fountain in an exact replica of the other village, but the homes that were destroyed in the other are repaired here. There is still no word why we suddenly went through such a strange transition."

There was a great deal to tell him, so many things that happened. Her visions and now the sudden loss of them, the spores and the different pods. She could already imagine his quips about all of it.

Oddly, the aforementioned year does feel like a long time when he tries to remember where he was in his world and then thinks about the laws of time where it comes to this place. His memory doesn't recall anything more than being tossed into the Potomac River by one Erik Lehnsherr, but somehow a year had passed since he'd been there?

And two villages? Yes, there was more to tell, that's for sure.

"It felt different," Logan said, looking around before bringing his gaze back to Margaery. "And one of the first things I noticed was that there was no canyon."

"There are different plants and animals as well. I think my farm animals are the last of the cows, goats and sheep." There weren't any wandering in the woods. Instead, there were weird amalgamations of creatures that she didn't recognize or trust. "I had the chance to see the forests when the Observers sent us to gather lichen."

It took getting used to, sometimes now she forgot that the village changed.

"I'm glad you're here." She said softly, speaking honestly as she reached for his hand. "It's as if the Observers sensed I needed your strength."

Bela had taken it upon herself to volunteer at the fountain today for two reasons. Firstly, to show that she could contribute and secondly, it gave her something to do. Simple enough to grab a few towels to help the new arrival dry off and welcome them to their new home. She's hoping that there won't be any hostility, but Bela hasn't come unarmed. Aside from essential supplies, she brought a heavy stick and a kitchen knife; hopefully it would be sufficient.

Soon enough, someone emerges from the fountain and Bela hangs back from her vantage point, waiting to see if they needed any help.

Well, it looked like he didn't.

She does take a few cautionary steps towards the man with a towel tucked beneath her right arm and her other arm raised in a non-threatening manner. Nice and easy. No sudden movements.

"Hey," Bela calls softly out to the man before stopping a comfortable distance away from him. "I've got a towel you can use."

She's a smart woman to bring some backup, especially with the next arrival being who he is. No one but those in his world will know that, though there are at least a couple of people still there in the settlement that know it, too. Luckily, he's been through this before and not just in this world.

Not that it makes the murderous look on his face fade away any faster into something more friendly and pleasant.

Logan manages to lift himself onto all fours, but his grunts don't subside as the pressure in his hands continues to throb intensely. Those metal claws were supposed to come out in situations like this one.

Finally, he looks up and looks at the woman before glancing around, an eye furrowing in confusion. He knows this place, but between everything that was happening, it was hard to remember where this place was.

"Where am I?" Logan practically growls, staring directly at her again.

Edited 2018-07-12 17:11 (UTC)

Maintaining that distance between them, Bela keeps her arm in the air and doesn't advance upon him. She felt that same confusion before when she first arrived and didn't know where she was. Bela remembered the way she reacted to Margaery who was only trying to offer her aid, the distrust she felt towards her.

If he needed some time to adjust, Bela would grant him it.

"You're just outside what is called the village - it doesn't really have a name. No one knows precisely where we are, but I am not here to hurt you." Bela assures in a friendly voice, trying to put him at ease; it is for her own benefit as well. She doesn't want to give Logan a reason to act aggressively.

Hopefully her people skills would work in her favour right now.

If only this woman knew how many times he's heard that. There's a little more sincerity behind it now given his lack of powers which definitely meant no healing.

Eyes narrow on her, but then move off to look at his surroundings. There's definitely something about it all that seems vaguely familiar in a distant memory sort of way and that much shows on his face before he moves to stand up with a teeter.

The weight on his back causes him to look over one shoulder and then toss an arm back there to try and pull it around him to see it better. As soon as he sees the flame insignia, he glances back out and then to Bela again.

"58," he mutters, shifting to look past her now. "Why do I remember the number 58?"

His behaviour leads her to think that he is still disorientated from his arrival. Better to let Logan get it out of his system before offering to show him the way to the village.

She just hoped that he was ready to move while there was remaining daylight.

When he puts that question out there, Bela takes a moment to think about what Logan was trying to get at - even when he wasn't looking at her right now.

"There's a house with the number 58 on it - is it possible that you might have been here before and forgot about it?"

Logan is definitely disoriented and all it takes is looking at him to know that. That and the intense pressure in his fists and the feeling of being threatened continues as he lets out another grunt before glancing down at one hand.

"Might be able to answer that if I knew where the hell 'here' was." he shoots another look at her, this one incredulous and very grumpy like.

Not wanting to let his attitude get to her, Bela counts to five in her head before replying.

"Like I said before, people just call this place the village. No one knows exactly where we are, and the ones who brought us here haven’t revealed a name either."

It didn't matter where she was. All Bela wanted was a chance to go home.

"You can be as suspicious as you like but standing there dripping wet isn't going to do you any favours."

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huh. so we're doing this again, eh?

The Inn

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Around (Outside the Jail)

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fountain!

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sorry about the delay!

np!

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