Jaime Elizabeth Davies (frogs_not_birds) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-15 09:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed (15), ~jamie davies, ~logan |
Playing Messenger
Characters: Jaime, Logan
When: Sunday
Location: Amidst the deconstruction
Warnings/Rating: Probably her mouth
Summary: Jaime tries to warn one person
Status: Complete.
She was going to lay at least partial blame on Buckley. If she alone had been seeing what she'd been seeing, she would have kept it to herself like she usually did. But when they sat down and focused, they foresaw some bad things. The problem was, they had no real clear time frame on it. It looked like it was happening soon, but how soon? Tomorrow? Next week? Next month? Buckley admitted once he'd seen his whole lifetime spread before him. A potential lifetime, anyway; he'd altered it. Which was why Jaime never put much stock into her visions. Things could change in the blink of an eye or at the drop of a hat or whatever. If someone decided something different, it was the whole butterfly flapping its wings in Argentina thing. Either way, they'd agreed things might go less badly if steps were taken. It was a chance, just like everything else. They had no idea which way it would be taken, what steps would be actualized (as opposed to theorized), and whether or not it would change anything. But in the interest of avoiding some major carnage, they thought it was best to take the chance. He wasn't hard to find, and Jaime counted it in her favor that they'd spoken before. It was why she'd been elected over Buckley in their two person vote; he'd made some persuasive arguments. So Jaime stood at the edge of the work area, and for a moment just watched. There were a lot of shirtless guys, and plenty of backs for her to admire while she waited until she could catch Logan's attention. Once she did, she gestured him over. He hesitated, but she repeated the gesture until he sighed and came over. Somehow, he was a little more intimidating when he was shirtless and sweaty. Jaime felt exceptionally tiny. "I need to talk to you about something," she said quietly. "It doesn't even need to be a conversation, really. Just ..." She shifted her weight. "Keep your girls close for a little while." "My girls," he echoed. "Seriously?" Jaime replied. "I mean, do you have so many that I need to clarify this? Your assistant and your ..." she gestured toward the front of her hair. "Rogue?" "Okay, sure. Your rogue." "That's her name," Logan replied gruffly. "Cool. I'm not judging Bear Claw." He very nearly informed her it was Wolverine, or Logan, but he also didn't think it would matter. "Why?" He said instead. "I'm not really the judging type," Jaime began before she caught his glare. So she shrugged and looked away. "There's some bad shit on the horizon. That's all. No, I don't know when, no, I don't know exactly what, I just know it goes from bad to worse if ... you ... get involved." Worse if he got involved. He studied her for a long moment. "Are you psychic?" "It's one of my many tricks, yes. I'm also the fortune teller." "Cut the crap," he snapped. Jaime arched her brows slightly, but she lapsed into silence. While she doubted she'd experience his claws up close and personal, she had no particular desire to keep pushing and find out for sure. "I am," she said quietly. "But ... I'd appreciate if you didn't go announcing that." "You a mutant?" Jaime sort of gaped at him, thought about pointing out she didn't have a tail or a third eye so of course she wasn't, but then it came to her that's what he was. "Oh." She said. "No. I mean, I don't think so. I ... I'm the only one like me at home. I've been looking. At home, I mean. As far as I know, it's ... not ..." Jaime trailed off and shrugged. Maybe it was. Maybe it was some fuck up in her genetic make up. "Anyway. I have unreliable precognition and you and a lot of blood are showing up in my visions, so. I thought maybe I'd try to derail that before it got rolling." She wondered if he knew she was lying, and she wasn't sure why she wasn't admitting that Buckley was one, too. Maybe because she wouldn't have appreciated being outed to a stranger. Maybe Buckley didn't want people knowing, either. "Unreliable," Logan repeated. "Hey. People change their minds all the time. The future's more fluid than people think it is. Nothing's set in stone, which is why I'm saying ..." She made a 'follow along' gesture toward him. "Keep them close, and it won't end as badly." "For me? For them?" "For ... other people. I don't know who the other people are, where they are, what part they're really playing. A lot of it's foggy. I'm just saying--" "Yeah. I heard you." Logan wasn't particularly certain he cared how badly it ended for other people, but all the same, keeping them close without letting them know he was trying to keep them close seemed like a good idea to him. "Sure," he replied before he gestured back over his shoulder. While he wasn't technically assigned to things like breaking down the carnival, he'd been pulled in to help anyway. "Sure," Jaime echoed as she lifted her hands in a 'don't let me keep you' sort of gesture. She'd done what she could; whether or not that was going to change things for the better -- or the worse -- remained to be seen. Turning away, she retreated along the lot to head back to her caravan and to Buckley. |