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[danzan]

un: wolverine history t @ hs, lit prof @ college, volunteer @ S.T.R.A.N.G.E. living at 2008 howard hill, dunwich hollow more info + plots here ( TXT AUTO-REPLY ) This Fluid is in DO NOT DISTURB mode. If you would like your message to appear as a notification, send "URGENT". ( VOICEMAIL MSG ) "It's Logan. You know what to do."

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[danzan]

[ It might not sting, but it's taxing to have his skin grow back so rapidly-- taxing and exhausting and, God, he hates the feel of it more than he hates anything else. By the end of it, Logan's panting, his clothes soaked but his body more or less back to its most perfect form. ]

...sorry. [ The way he speaks is slightly laboured, tired in the rough rasp of each syllable. Vira-Lorr reeks of his stink, even though she's cleaned the blood with her magic-- reeks of him in that way he reeks of victims even after he's scrubbed his hands medically clean.

Still, she'd asked a question. And Logan, awkwardly, pulls his arms back from around her, staring for a moment at his flesh palms and flesh fingers before looking back at her. ] I have a heartbeat, if that makes a difference.

[onerthes]

[She stepped back and laughed a little, though it was a bit of a hollow sounding one. It wasn't the most funny situation after all, but his apology made her feel amused and at the same time sorry for him.]

You needn't apologize. It isn't the first time I have been covered in blood. [A shrug.] And I think that, if your heart still beats, it is most likely the answer is alive. The undead tend to be a touch more cold inside.

[danzan]

Well, [ he snorted ] you just haven't seen me in winter.

[ Just because it wasn't appropriate to joke around didn't mean Logan wasn't going to be a fucking moron about it anyway. ]

...you good, too? [ When she'd hugged him earlier she'd felt softer, but Logan had to make sure. ] No more of this doll shit?

[ The dog Vira-Lorr had been petting barked in reply. Logan spared it a look, then turned back in Vira-Lorr's direction. ] Least this one says we don't smell like plastic any more.

[onerthes]

[She poked her own body, ignoring the blood for the moment and making a mental note to have her clothes washed. Her cloak had seen worse treatment in its time. After a moment, she nodded and smiled over at him.]

No more of the doll nonsense, thankfully. I am glad that you are ... well more or less intact at least. ...Can you speak to this little fellow?