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[lasttoolong]

Who: Logan (lasttoolong) & various
What: Settling in, getting to know people, starting fights.
When: Throughout May.
Where: Milton and surrounds.

Content Warnings: Potential violence, injury, talk of degenerative illness, inadvisable amounts of moonshine. More will be added if needed.

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[killer]

Sam rolls her eyes, which won't help her beat the "kid" allegations but she is too annoyed to stop herself. She knows that she messed up and he has every reason to be upset but he made her feel defensive and now she has no choice but to double down.

"'Could've got shot' is a convenient way to frame it." She crosses her arms in front of herself and narrows her eyes at him, trying to look intimidating yet painfully aware that she is more likely coming off petulant. "If you could've shot me for walking by, maybe you shouldn't be out here with a rifle."

[lasttoolong]

Having faced down his fair share of moody teenagers by now, Logan doesn't react to the eyeroll beyond his scowl becoming a degree or so darker as he turns to look at her.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been walking by where you could've been shot," he points out, not avoiding a small amount of petulance himself. He's not exactly in a great mood, and the fog is thickening again, meaning that was probably the last decent shot he'll have for the rest of the day.

"What the hell are you doing out here anyway?"

[killer]

"You must be new if you think there's anywhere we're safe from being shot." Sam has been lucky enough to avoid the Forest Talkers so far but she has heard about their indiscriminate gunfire. Admittedly, the group is more of a Lakeside problem but Sam omits that detail for argument's sake.

"Cabin fever." Her answer is delivered with a shrug, as if she knows how weak it sounds. "I know it's dangerous, I'm not stupid. If I let fear of injury keep me inside, I'd be living as a hermit."

[lasttoolong]

It's not the first time Logan's heard about the potential for violence in the wilderness around Milton, but he's not phased by it. At least he knows that a bullet is unlikely to do him much harm, even without his healing factor. He eyes the kid thoughtfully, unimpressed with her answer.

"Maybe you ought to be."

He takes a glance around, frowning, then lifts the gun onto his shoulder. "C'mon, I'll walk you back. You can let me have that smoke."

[killer]

Another eye roll. Is this how Tara feels when Sam goes in on her over a forgotten taser or an unsecured deadbolt? Karma is really getting the last laugh right now.

She is half-tempted to turn down the hunter's offer; he hardly seems like good company. But she does owe him that smoke and even a small debt is best settled sooner than later.

Reaching into her back pocket for cigarettes means drawing attention to the sheathed hunting knife that hangs from her belt. She hopes that he doesn't ask about it because she has yet to use it for actual hunting. A pair of cigarettes is wedged between her lips so she only has to do this once: with a snap of her fingers she conjures a small flame at her fingertips to light both cigarettes. The flame is out by the time she offers the second cigarette to the hunter.

"Do you have a name?" She asks around the cigarette left in her mouth, which bounces up and down with every word.

[lasttoolong]

The knife isn't all that surprising, though Logan is curious to see such a big blade on such a small chick. At least she's carrying it as though she knows how to use it, and he's immediately distracted by the way she snaps her fingers to conjure the flame -- something he's seen before, though not here. He'd assumed, since talking to Daisy, that everyone was in the same boat when it came to losing their powers.

"Logan," he replies, taking the cigarette, not seeing any reason to lie. He gestures at her hand. "Nice trick."

[killer]

"My gift from the aurora. That's about as much as I can do with it," Sam admits. "And it only took me—" She rolls her eyes back like she's trying to see inside of her brain as she calculates. "—five months? Every decent fire I've started was by accident."

[lasttoolong]

That sounds familiar. During his time at Xavier's, Logan witnessed plenty of accidents from kids who were too powerful to handle themselves, only stopped from hurting themselves or others thanks to the intervention of their teachers or peers. It's not like getting an ability like that came with a guidebook.

Logan takes a drag on his cigarette, enjoying the dry warmth of the nicotine. Smoke plumes from his nostrils on the exhale.

"Gift from the aurora, huh?" He eyes Sam thoughtfully. "Could be worse. At least it's useful out here."

[killer]

"Yeah, I think that was the point. There was a dream that came with it: this woman's voice said it was a way for us to level the playing field or something like that." She frowns, exhaling and watching the smoke billow into the cold wind. "Maybe it was supposed to give us a fighting chance against the Darkwalker but strong emotions make it harder to control and that motherfucker induces fear on a supernatural scale."

Thinking of the Interlopers who haven't made it this far brings a sharp pang of guilt. She should have done something more than cower in the dark.