TEMPORARILY CLOSED | MAY CATCH-ALL

[knewaguy]

Who: James "Logan" Howlett knewaguy
What: He's grumpy and stuck in Central city.
When: M-May.
Where: Diadem Hotel, others.
Content Warnings: TBD



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[knewaguy]

Out.

[Away. Somewhere else - anywhere else. He knows she's got something in her arms but doesn't care aside from a passing glance, looking up to her face as she calls him out. He's already telling himself to just let it go, brush her off and not think about anything other than that out. It's like the Sunseeker all over again. One goal, one purpose...]

And yeah, I'm getting lost. You're probably busy here, right?

[infirmiere]

Not really. Healing doesn't actually work against probably alien parasites because they're not an injury or an illness.

[ she doesn't work on alien backpackers because nothing is actually wrong with the people they are making stepford hosts.

she shrugs, seemingly unbothered that her power is useless and her purpose is purposeless, but also she seems pretty dead inside at the moment. ]

[knewaguy]

[She looks dead inside. He knows the look. Knows the feeling. The whole husk of who you were a little while ago, walking around not knowing your purpose. Missing something - someone, something you can't have. Or that you lost, maybe, by some unfortunate turn of events. It's not his problem though. She came her of her own volition, just like she threw herself into the middle of his fight with that other prick all on her own. She can get herself out of it too, or hunker down and stay put. Probably the better option.

He's finishing packing his bag, zipping it up. Not going to say a thing about his plans. Nada.]

For fuck's sake.

[Why! Why? Why.]

You-

[Before he can get another word out, there's a fucking portal appearing.]