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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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