sixthiterationlogs | 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.

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

The Inn

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