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diademlogs2025-06-09 11:56 am
carcajous) wrote in diademlogs2025-06-09 11:56 am
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[ CLOSED ] june.
Who: Logan + Kimiko, Scott, Jesse
Where: Panorama
When: June
What: Catch-all for the month, including a little misunderstanding at the barbershop (oops)
Warnings: A bit of violence, probably!
Where: Panorama
When: June
What: Catch-all for the month, including a little misunderstanding at the barbershop (oops)
Warnings: A bit of violence, probably!
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Homelander, though? He would announce himself. He would seek to fill whatever space's he's in. Everyone would know his face, his voice, whether they wanted to or not. The thought fills her with unease. She's glad Logan has no idea who she's referencing. This place really is different. Maybe she can start over here. Forget about everything that happened before Panorama.
His question begets a small shake of her head in answer. Some hair gets into her noodles.
Another message. Pok-pok-pok on the keypad. ]
I hope he never comes here.
If he does, stay away from him.
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He pokes idly at the bits left in his bowl while he reads.
Worth filing that information away. He's starting to gather all the pieces, even if he hasn't got a damn clue what it's supposed to mean yet. A scattering of names. A handful of tidbits from Scott. He's curious, but it's more than that, too. He's not trying to put her together like a puzzle. He just...wants to know who she is. ]
Did he hurt you?
[ Yeah, he's aware she heals. That's not what he means. ]
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No, Homelander never hurt her would be her immediate answer. They've never shared space. While he stomps around in movie premieres and on the upper floors of the Vought tower, she exists in the shadows of the CIA's payroll and Operation: The Boys. But she thinks about his highly public dalliance with Stormfront, of Kenji's broken body on the roof, those notorious red boots touching down so softly among the stones — I said he was mine.
She doesn't want to share that. This is a place where Kenji never existed. Never lived, never died. She can't bear to kill him all over again.
Instead, with quirked eyebrows and a distinctly skeptical expression, she gestures roughly at herself. How could anyone hurt her? She's too awesome! Etc. ]
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She gets all cute about it, and Logan rolls his eyes a little—exasperated but unbothered. That's how it's gonna be, huh? She brought him up for a reason; he must've done something, if not to her, then to somebody she cares about. But he didn't come here to interrogate her.
Maybe another time, he'll ask again. ]
There's one more thing. [ Before she goes, before he also takes off, there's something Scott told him, something he didn't want to bring up at the start but couldn't stop thinking about throughout their conversation. He isn't sure she ever meant for him to know—though he figures if Scott got it out of her on their first meeting, it probably isn't some big secret. ]
Scott said you were part of an experiment. You don't gotta tell me about it, just, uh—
[ Shit, where's he going with this? He's...it's complicated, when he still hears you volunteered echo in his head. Maybe Stryker was just fucking with him—likely—but another part of him thinks: whether he walked into Alkali on his own or they captured him, it makes no difference. He was never an innocent man when he went in. And that's a truth he's too aware of whenever the topic comes up.
He releases his chopsticks. They roll against the rim of his empty bowl before he finally finishes his sentence. ]
I get it.
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She's wrong about that, of course. But no one else has extricated themselves from The Shining Light and survived. In the pidgin she created with Kenji, the sign for monster is a slow, twisting thing; it comes together and pivots, suggesting transformation over time — something that is made, not born. The way he's explained it, he and Charles and Scott and their ilk were all born like this. Nothing was forced on them. It doesn't occur to her that he's telling her something about himself, in secretive ambiguities that equal her own.
But the sentiment, the attempt at understanding, at inclusion, it leaves her smiling. It leaves her chest feeling a little less tumultuous, warmed in a way that doesn't altogether owe to the hot broth.
Maybe this conversation wasn't a total failure.
Holding up a hand — wait a second — she turns to wave over Sophie, miming out something too quick to follow. A moment or two later, Sophie sweeps in with a small ice cream cone topped with a scoop of black mochi. It's held out to Logan. Kimiko's smile only grows, somewhere between affectionate and teasing, in a way that announces her cheeks and touches her eyes. ]
🎀 wrap soon?
Alright, he's waiting. For what, he isn't sure, 'til the woman circles back out and he finds himself with a cone in his hand.
When was the last time he stopped for an ice cream? Longer than he cares to think back to. In fact, despite that she doesn't speak and despite the way they're both, well, what they are, this has been strangely...huh. Pleasant? Normal, even.
He tips the cone slightly toward her in acknowledgment. Thanks for lunch. ]
wrapped!
Even if she isn't sure she believes him when he claims to understand her, she's slowly beginning to realise that may not even matter. He's responded to her with patience and kindness every step of the way, even when she's struggled to maintain grip on her sense of humanity (sometimes thick, sometimes flimsy; Rome wasn't deprogrammed in a day).
At some point, Sophie passes Kimiko a chocolate coin wrapped in flimsy gold foil. When they do go their separate ways, Kimiko presses it into Logan's hand before disappearing around a corner. ]