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Logan ([info]hey_bub) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-08-17 17:23:00

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Entry tags:!log, cloud strife, logan

This was ... interesting
Who: Logan, Cloud
What: arriving in the cage
When: Wednesday eveningish
Where: On the streets & to a garage
Rating: Low, probably
Status: Complete




While Logan was not aware of crossing any boundary, he did notice a subtle change in the atmosphere. Maybe it wasn’t anything that a normal Joe might have noticed, but he did. Even if he hadn’t been aware of that subtle nuance, there was the much less subtle marker: unseasonable snow. He paused and glanced in the direction he’d come from before he let his eyes drift back the direction he was heading. No snow behind him … but snow ahead of him.

After a second or two of hesitation, he shrugged and continued forward. He already knew there was nothing behind him and it wasn’t as though he was a stranger to snow. Besides, he needed to get into the city and find a set of tools so he could fix his bike. He thought it was a little ironic that he was more indestructible than the motorcycle, but either way, it was broken and he wasn’t presently equipped to fix it.

As he moved deeper into the city and the area became more populated, he was aware that the snow was more prevalent here. The further along he walked, the more there was. The snow here looked plowed, and the sidewalks looked scraped and salted, and everyone was bundled up and he thought they looked used to it which struck him odd. Had there been snow long enough -- in August -- for people to be used to it?

Well, it wasn’t his business. His worn leather jacket kept out the worst of the chill, though he thought he might have to invest in some heavier shirts if this kept up. Shrugging it off, he continued to stroll along with his bike until he came across something that looked like it fit the bill. A smallish mechanic’s shop that looked like it had seen better days. Still, they might have tools, or if they weren’t interested in letting him work on his own bike, they might fix it up for him. If nothing else, he might find where he could get a room for the night and explore around the city if he had to wait.

Glancing around to see if he could spot anyone, he shifted his weight. The sole of his boot scuffed against the pavement before he stilled to listen for the sound of voices, be they employees or passers-by.


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[info]onewolf
2011-08-18 01:08 am UTC (link)
So it seems that Cloud wasn't the only one with the bike problems.

Eventually, all that running around (riding around, actually) in snow and what not had damaged some of his more...mundane (oh, he should not be so cruel to these Earth-things) equipment and after grabbing a quick snack, he took his Fenrir to the closest thing that looked like a repair shop and made negotiations for the sole mechanic (freezing in his cheap coat) to get it ready for the morning deliveries. He would help, he promised.

Cloud was poised comfortably on one of the rickety chairs he'd dragged to his Fenrir's side, severely missing scanning his mobile phone for any texts or voice messages when the scratching against the pavement crossed his ears and he looked up to see if anyone had dropped by...maybe to help along, that really was his only concern.

But if it was another late customer...well...

He stood up uncertainly, glancing to the mechanic busy with his junk box then to the entrance where someone might be waiting, eventually dragging his steps towards it...

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-18 01:25 am UTC (link)
He sensed the movement before he heard it, and he focused his attention on the door. When he saw someone there, he jerked his chin in a nod before he rolled the bike a little closer. He hadn't thought that maybe the place would be closed, or he was intruding on after-hours work, but ... well he was here, now.

"Evening," he called almost conversationally before he nodded toward his own bike. "You guys open?" He assumed -- perhaps incorrectly -- that the kid worked there. Maybe the son of the owner or something like that. He didn't know. Didn't really care. "Or have some tools I can borrow?" He figured they'd rather do it so they could charge him, but every once in a while he came across a decent human being.

He did hear someone else there, who he assumed to be the owner, but he was content for now to wait right where he was until he'd negotiated.

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-18 05:03 am UTC (link)
Cloud wasn't sure if saying "I guess" would cut it because clearly, the shop was, if only already about to close when he dropped by...

So, instead, he said, "Yeah." The man had a motorbike and Cloud found it easy to sympathize with people like him. "There's only one mechanic, though. But there are tools." Just in case he was going to attempt to steal his mechanic and all...

With that, he turned and walked back to Fenrir with one side partially open as the mechanic peeked from behind her wing and found that he had -- inadvertently -- brought company.

Cloud looked apologetically at him. Or tried to.

The mechanic groaned and shook his head, returning to twisting whatever it was in Fenrir needed twisting.

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-18 02:26 pm UTC (link)
Logan regarded him for a moment before he nodded and followed along. So he was either waiting or fixing it himself, and he was fine either way. He rolled his bike inside, using the toe of his boot to drop the kickstand before he released it. He exhaled, then jerked his head toward the door.

"Interesting weather," he commented. He figured the kid was about as chatty as he was, and that amused some part of him. Still, it would be nice to chat with someone for a little while. He went through periods of self-isolation where he tried to remember his past, all of it, and came up short. The last thing he remembered was always the same, and he could never remember past that. It frustrated him, and sent him to wandering, which was how he'd wound up here.

"Either of you know a good place to spend the night?" He almost added 'preferably cheap' but he guessed he wouldn't go that far just yet. He looked around for an unused set of tools, and helped himself to the ones he'd need. Squatting down next to the bike, he started to work on it, examining the exterior damage before opening it up to start poking around in there.

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-18 03:38 pm UTC (link)
"...depends on what you're looking for," Cloud said after what seemed like a good moment of nearly-awkward silence when the mechanic refused to extend his assistance to the other motorist. "You can look around, you'll find something."

"Hey," finally, the mechanic's hoarse voice grated the freezing air as he peeked out from behind Fenrir's wing, again, "Don't you guys have this Welcome Center place? The one with free coffee or something?"

Cloud would admit, there was something in the way the mechanic said that he and "his crowd" had the Welcome Center that he didn't quite like. But as with summer, it had been easy to let pass and he just shook his head to the older man and reclaimed his pose beside his bike. "It's not for everyone," he said to explain.

Unless this man was another lost person -- in which case, he had all the luck in the world. Cloud thought he didn't quite look the part, though, but no one knew these days.

Slipping out his phone from his pocket and spinning it in his fingers, he read the time. And then when he realized that it might not be faithful to whatever time he was following now, he checked his bare left wrist, then finally asked the shop, looking up, "What time is it?"

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-19 01:24 am UTC (link)
Logan wondered what part of that needed translating. "Not looking for company," he said in case that was the implication. "Just a place to spend the night before moving on." That was his plan, at any rate. He was going to stay the night here, maybe cruise a couple of bars, then head out bright and early to continue his way down south. What he expected to find, he didn't know. Didn't care. He just wanted to roam for a little while.

He didn't think the welcome center sounded like anything he'd be interested in. "Just passing through," He assured the kid. "No need for a welcoming committee."

His brows elevated when the kid asked what time it was. He shrugged; he rarely wore a watch and he didn't pay much attention to the time. "Evening," he replied to the question before he started to work on the broken parts of his bike. He figured it was something he could fix, which was a relief. He didn't want to be stuck here on account of a broken bike.

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-19 05:08 am UTC (link)
Oh, wow. As if Cloud needed to know that.

He might have sighed softly through his nose, and the mechanic was laughing at his ill fate. All he did was to look at the man, though, and he eventually got his time:

"Twenty past seven," he said helpfully although he really was highly amused.

Anyway, Cloud got what he needed -- and he found that his phone followed it correctly. "Thanks," he said and slipped back his device. So restarted the waiting game. He promised he'd help but really, what could he do to help when he had someone who clearly knew what he was doing better than him? Strange as his Fenrir was and all...

"Hey," the mechanic turned to the new customer. "Push over that box you got there, I need something. What is her problem, anyway?" he nodded to his bike.

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-19 05:50 am UTC (link)
Logan shifted to shove the box over with one foot, though he was careful about it. No sense in showing off, right? "Dunno exactly," he replied before he shrugged. "Burned somethin' out, I guess." Riding hard for the past few days had probably done it. That, and the slide on the sand that had wound them both scraping across the pavement, but no real need to get into that. He'd recovered but it had likely rattled something loose in the bike.

He glanced up toward the kid who had asked about the time, and figured the guy was working on his bike. He jerked his chin slightly toward the bike. "Where'd you get somethin' like that?" He asked. Mostly to fill the silence, but partly out of curiosity. If he was going to chat, it could at least be about something he'd find the responses to interesting.

Question asked, he returned his attention to tinkering, the light tap-tap-tap of the hammer almost delicate-sounding.

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-20 02:11 am UTC (link)
Where did he get something like that? Well, Cloud didn't know how to answer that. He made Fenrir, partly...

"Home," he said to the man and managed to keep his shoulders from shrugging because that seemed rude. But really there was no other way he could answer it but that way. "Got it from home."

"And where's home, Stranger?" As it turned out, the mechanic was enjoying conversation, too. As soon as he'd taken what seemed like a stout rod with a hole in the head, he kicked it back to the other man except his force was lacking and the box skewed in direction. He couldn't be bothered to stand up and do it properly, though.

So Cloud decided to take it upon himself to deliver the tools box to the other man. "Far away," he answered as he got to his feet and marched with even steps towards the box, bending over and pushing it to the new customer with just enough strength to send it back to base.

"Where eyes glow?"

Cloud looked at the mechanic but the other man wasn't looking back at him. Well... "Not really," he said.

"Crazy world," the mechanic muttered before he turned back to the new customer. "And you, you American from the real world or something?"

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-20 02:39 am UTC (link)
Well, maybe home was Europe. Or Japan. They had interesting looking machinery over there. He guessed the kid could pass for European, and he was content with that until the mechanic said something about his eyes. Curious, Logan shifted his own gaze to Cloud's, nodding as he accepted the tool box.

He'd seen enough weirdness in the past few years that he wasn't really that impressed by glowing eyes. Hell, when he could heal any injury and was sporting 120 pounds of metal on his skeleton ... not to mention the claws ... glowing eyes didn't really do much.

Still, it made him wonder if Cloud was like him. A mutant. Maybe when they were away from the busy-body, he'd ask. If he cared. He was pretty sure he didn't though. Like he'd said, he was just passing through and wasn't interested in getting into anyone's business.

"The real world?" He replied, brows elevating. "I'm Canadian," he replied. He wasn't honestly sure if he was or not, but he liked the Canadian wilderness. It felt most like home to him, so why not call it that? "Like I said, just passing through."

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-20 03:18 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, I know, I know," the mechanic snorted as Cloud returned to his perch by his Fenrir, and then got up to check on her when the mechanic had beckoned him to look at something from under Fenrir's wing. "Hey, is that supposed to look like that?"

"Yeah." Cloud nodded. The mechanic was pointing at something that was a part of his original machine. Clearly, though, the helpful man wanted nothing to do with that bit of his bike so he took the rod-like tool when it was offered to him and drew the light closer before he began to make his own repairs.

Getting up, the mechanic groaned and sniffled, then stuffed his hands in his coat pockets as he started towards the other one with the bike. "You know what day it is today? Or the year? 'cause some people forget." He glanced to Cloud over his shoulder before he crouched beside the bike and looked at the damage himself.

OOC: Sorry, I keep forgetting, but the mechanic is an NPC! Go play him if you need to~

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-20 03:45 am UTC (link)
Logan quirked a brow. He didn't really care what day it was, but he did know. "Pretty sure I could pull up the date in a pinch," he replied. "Is it a common issue around here?" The question had seemed a little pointed which made him wonder if something beyond the weather was queer here.

So he regarded the mechanic before he shifted his gaze toward the kid. Maybe he had a sort of amnesia? In that case, Logan could relate completely, and he felt moderately sympathetic if that was the case.

"Is there something going on that I'm missing?" Logan prompted, glancing between both of them to see if either of them was going to give him a straight answer.

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-20 04:53 am UTC (link)
It couldn't be helped, but both Cloud and the mechanic actually turned to each other now but Cloud had turned back to Fenrir just as quickly.

The mechanic turned to the bike with a sigh and tapped at a loose knob of sorts hanging over its tube. "Been this way for about three months, already. Aliens," he was whispering this to the brunet before he nodded again to Cloud who was was actually listening into their conversation as he sought for a rag. "They look human but they're not from Earth. Some of them are from the future, they say. And they've been coming to New York City by the number. Whenever we tell them it's 1964, they start crying."

Looking up, he asked, "Never heard of that?"

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-20 05:08 am UTC (link)
They look human. Logan wasn't thrilled with that assessment, because it could so easily apply to him. He wasn't an alien, no, but he was mutated. He at least knew that much about himself.

"I've been up north. This is the first time I've been state-side for a few months," he admitted. "Haven't heard anything about this." He was skeptical, to be perfectly honest. Time-traveling aliens?

"As far as I'm aware, it's been 1964 for the past eight and a half months," he replied. "No surprises there." Nor did he think he would have cried if he'd been from some other time and discovered this. He wondered how many of these aliens really did cry. Or how many of them were actually aliens.

"They got any answers for it? Know why it's happenin'?"

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-20 05:30 am UTC (link)
The mechanic shrugged. "The big $64,000 question these days. Hell, I'm almost ready to believe it's an alien invasion! People with magic, people with powers, vampires, werewolves, monsters...they're everywhere! Think they're gonna start with this city..." He looked over to Cloud. "Are you done there?"

"I'm not."

The poor man might have cussed sharply under his breath before he stood up and said something like he was going to be back with the right tool.

As soon as the door at the back had closed, Cloud tossed the rod-shaped tool to the floor then lifted Fenrir upright and swung his leg over to her. Her lights flashed as she purred deeply to life but it was clear in the way he shook his head that she was still not well for him, that was not her purr.

He glanced over at the other man with the bike and then turned to the Fenrir's compartments to his left, that side that was more or less hidden from view and contained all of his swords. Self-consciously, he killed the lights and got off his bike to get back to work.

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-20 06:21 am UTC (link)
Logan watched the boy with his bike, and once Cloud had shut her off again, he jerked his head slightly toward the door the mechanic had stepped through. "Think he's got anything there? Or do you know somethin' else about this?" He prompted. Not that he thought the kid had anything to do with it or would know, but it didn't hurt to ask and get a second opinion.

He wondered if magic, vampires, and werewolves all fell under people with powers and were just various forms of mutants, or if there really was something else going on. If there was, he thought he'd like to be out of town sooner rather than later, and he gave some consideration to skipping the idea of crashing here for the night.

Maybe it was going to be better to just press on before he got caught in the middle of something. He was, at that point, contently oblivious to the fact it was too late and he was already caught in it.

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-20 06:40 am UTC (link)
"Not a lot," Cloud admitted as he dropped again to his knee and checked out the work he and the mechanic had done as he lifted the light closer. "At least not much more than he does." If he did, he'd be out of here faster than his Fenrir could go.

Oh, or maybe that's something...

Turning to the man while he was on his knee, he said, "You should probably get out of here as soon as you can. Or see if you can do it."

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-20 06:47 am UTC (link)
Since that was about the conclusion he'd drawn himself -- the one about leaving -- he nodded. "Think that'll be my new plan," he agreed. Since he was pretty sure he'd gotten his bike in more or less working order, he replaced the cover, wiggling it to ensure it was secure. Pulling the key out of the pocket of his jeans, he slid it into the ignition and gave it a turn. A cough and a rumble later, the bike was running and sounded about right to him. Not perfect, but it wasn't going to be until he could find a place to actually replace the parts instead of jury-rigging them to working condition.

With no other real reason to linger, he pulled out his wallet and stuck a few dollars in the tool box for the use of them. He knew he didn't need to, but he'd feel awkward not leaving something for the bother. Especially since it was after hours, even if he wasn't the one keeping the place open.

"Good luck with the aliens," he offered before he tilted his head toward the door to indicate his intention to get the hell out of Dodge.

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-20 07:04 am UTC (link)
Good luck with the aliens? He was one of these aliens.

"Good luck getting out," Cloud said to him, anyway, and he got up to his feet as he walked towards the smaller man with low thuds while he slipped out his wallet from the back and slid out his calling card which he offered later to the man. It was white and plain, holding nothing beyond his name, his business address and contact number.

"This sounds strange but when you get out, I'd like to ask you to ring me up." Cloud's face was completely flat as he said that. If this man who was not from New York could get out, then there might be hope. Given, he was from the same year 1964 and that doesn't exactly apply to him.

But if he ends up stuck like him...well...Cloud wasn't going to be sad.

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-20 07:10 am UTC (link)
Unsure he liked the sound of that and all it implied, Logan glanced toward the door as if that were his only barrier in escaping this place. Still, he hadn't encountered anything yet that indicated he was stuck here, so ...

He took the offered card, brows arching briefly before they furrowed curiously. "Sure, kid," he agreed as he shoved the card into the front pocket of his jeans. "When I get out, I'll do that."

All this talk of being stuck here was making him more than eager to get the hell out of the place. Or to try to, anyway. If he'd known there was some sort of trap here, he would have circumvented the place entirely, and he wondered if he could blame the bike breaking for bringing him here.

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[info]onewolf
2011-08-20 07:22 am UTC (link)
Cloud nodded to him. "Thanks." He wondered if he really would...and hoped he did. That could mean one shot of chance of getting back home. Who knows what could be happening there without him? Especially with his history of disappearing just so and all...

Gesturing to the door out -- he realized how late it was getting -- he said to him, "There might be storm." And neither of them ought to stay here much longer because of that.

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[info]hey_bub
2011-08-20 07:27 am UTC (link)
Weather never much bothered him, but he nodded to the kid all the same before swinging his leg over the seat of the bike. It sank down more than it logically should, though whether or not the kid noticed, Logan didn't care.

With a wave to acknowledge the thanks, Logan got the bike started again. He'd try going out the way he came in, and see how far he could make it before he either worked out he was stuck or hit a barrier or ... something.

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