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Tweak says, "ain't nobody got time for that"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-16 20:14:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 08, location: gym, logan, npc

Day 08 - Midmorning
Who: Clone-Laura and Logan
What: Getting the lay of the land
Where: Round the gym
When: Day 08, midmorning
Rating: PG
Status: Active

Laura, or rather, the copy of Laura, stepped out of the shadows and rounded a building, staring down at her hands. Occasionally, she rubbed her fingertips together, head cocked a bit at the curious not-feeling feeling of her skin. The snow didn't give her any pause, though sometimes she looked down at the mess she was walking through. It all felt so odd, so curious, even after the novelty of existing all morning.

When her hands dropped, her head lifted and she smiled at the sound of heartbeats and breath and blood moving through bodies. It was in that direction that she stepped. She was pretty sure that the real Laura wasn't anywhere around, which was good for her purposes.

Around the corner, there was a well built man. Logan, her mind supplied. Along with the name came bits and pieces of information swimming up, all the little things she should know, though it was a bit disjointed and unconnected. Her expression schooled itself into a smirk and her hands strayed towards her hip pockets.

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-17 11:05 am UTC (link)

Briefly, her eyes flickered upwards before realizing he didn't really mean what was up. Just what was going on. The would be Laura shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just worried. What's been going on with you?"

She stepped a bit closer to Logan, just entering his personal space, and lifted a hand to rest on his arm. Her fingers were cold, but he felt so warm and she soaked it up with pleasure.

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clawed_one
2009-05-17 12:17 pm UTC (link)

Logan frowned in confusion. Laura, from his brief dealings with her, did not seem to express concern about folks other than 'zuki. But maybe she was trying to be more ... well, sociable or something?

All speculation ended, though, when she got in his physical space and rested a hand on his arm. That ... WAS NOT LAURA. Even trying to emulate more human behavior, that wasn't her. She was even more standoffish than he tended to be.

He swiveled away from her without even stopping to think about it, going on the balls of his feet, arms loose at his sides and wrists cocked, but the claws contained for the moment.

"Who the fuck are you?" He demanded. Then, suddenly suspicious, since there was only one person he knew that could change their appearance. "Mystique?"

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-17 12:45 pm UTC (link)

She smelled like Laura, though. Looked like her. Even if she didn't act much like Laura.

Laura put a hand to her head and offered an apologetic look, backing off immediately. "Who's Mystique? No, it's me. It's just been so cold; I couldn't help it." The look morphed into a bit of a sneer. Just a tiny curl of her lip. "Don't take anything by it, it's not like I'm interested in you or anything."

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clawed_one
2009-05-17 12:54 pm UTC (link)

Logan would not put it past Mystique to have found a way around the scent thing. Especially not if she was here because the PTB's wanted to fuck with him. There was only one thing he knew for sure. This WAS NOT LAURA.

"Cold?" He repeated. More proof, if he'd needed it. Laura'd been standing out in the cold for hours the night of the spar and never said a thing. "And I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last fuckable thing in existence. Now where the FUCK is the real Laura?"

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-17 01:02 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, cold." She lifted both her hands and wiggled her fingers, a bit stiffly. "Dead cold. I'm starting to stiffen up. Oh, gods, really?" She dropped her hands again and lifted her eyebrows. "You think you know me that well? What crawled into you and died?" Well. Logan was in a bad mood, wasn't he?

But then, something was telling her that this wasn't fairly unusual for Logan.

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	clawed_one 2009-05-17 01:08 pm UTC (link)
	"I may not know everything about you, but I know enough." Logan snapped. "I read the fucking journals. And I'm /real/ good at picking up on things about people. And you ain't Laura. So I'm gonna ask you one more time, and then this is gonna get ugly. WHERE IS LAURA?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	vc_player_npc 2009-05-17 02:14 pm UTC (link)
	Well, he certainly was loud. "The journals are manipulated," she said, eyebrows up. Her fingers tucked themselves into her pockets and she took a step or two, head swiveling to look around carefully. "Stop yelling. They'll hear you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	clawed_one 2009-05-17 02:20 pm UTC (link)
	"Wrong answer." Which was all the warning the fake got before Logan was on her like white on rice, claws still in ... for the moment. He was more wanting to capture, contain, and interrogate than kill. For the moment. Still, he was playing hardball despite that, aiming a vicious uppercut at her sternum as he closed the distance between them in a rush. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

vc_player_npc
2009-05-17 03:43 pm UTC (link)

Naturally, the clone went tumbling down, but she was on her feet again in a flash and backing away rapidly. A hand was pressed over her sternum where she had been struck, but she seemed more curious about it than concerned.

"Very wrong," she agreed readily. The fake Laura rocked a little on the balls of her feet, watching Logan warily. If he moved towards her again, she would run. Getting beat into the ground wouldn't be of any advantage to her at all.

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clawed_one
2009-05-19 08:11 am UTC (link)

Ok, whoever it was, they had Laura's durability. So not Mystique. Mystique'd be a bit more ... pained ... after a shot like that. At least, she hadn't been as durable as /he/ was when she made herself look like him.

"Tell me where she is, then, and this won't get bloody." He snapped, circling her like a shark, on the balls of his feet, ready to strike if she gave the least indication of getting aggressive.

Or of not answering his question.

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	vc_player_npc 2009-05-28 04:12 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm right here," she countered and danced backwards again, out of Logan's reach. There was no talking to Logan at this point, and there was no way that nearly Laura wanted to be skewered, so she kept backing up till she could turn on one foot and dart off amoungst the buildings and woods. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

clawed_one
2009-05-28 04:46 pm UTC (link)

"Well shit." Logan snarled when she bolted. He was seriously tempted to go after her ... whatever the hell was going on, someone running around in what looked like Laura's body was bound to cause trouble ... but there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he could do other than tear her up ... and what if it /was/ Laura, but just ... affected by something?

Crap. Logan grumbled under his breath, flipped off the fleeing form, and turned away.

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