#c; logan

[delightfulwickedness]

It wasn’t a busy as the hospitals were in Barcelona but Logan still kept himself busy. He was covering Albrikt’s rounds as well as the younger doctor chased down his older brother and now...Logan could see his sister’s obsession with that family. Albrikt was the level headed one and Per....Per was the female version of his sister. Shaking his head as he stepped out of the room belonging to one of Albrikt’s patients, Logan laughed softly. “Chaos calls to Chaos.” He mumbled as he moved down the hall.

Logan wasn’t like many other doctors, wearing the long white coat and constantly in a business suit. He preferred jeans to slacks and the only way anyone knew he was a doctor was by the badge on his chest and the scope around his neck. When he had surgery in the mornings, he wore scrubs and the white coat but just doing rounds, he wore what was comfortable and a lot of times, it made his patients relax. He looked like them so they talked to him.

He was at the nurses station when one mentioned that Albrikt was back though he looked like he got his ass beat. Frowning and a little concerned for the younger male, Long made his way to the office and leaned against the door. Sure enough, Albrikt looked like a pup with their tail tucked between their legs.

“My sister has venom in her fangs and she knows how to strike.” Logan said after a minute of silence. “You okay?” He offered the other a small smile.

@drunkbutbrilliant

[nicholas-everett]

Living with one arm--even if you were given a high tech, state of the art bionic arm--was far more difficult than Nicholas had expected. Sure, given the time to heal to the point where he could functionally use it would likely make his life a lot easier, but for the time being, he was stuck to using one arm while the other was strapped to his chest, completely useless. While the pain was starting to subside, mundane every day tasks had proven to be quite difficult to do on his own. Vera was around to help him when he needed, for which he was immensely thankful, she had work to do at the IS, and couldn’t hang around to help him whenever he needed. 

That afternoon, Vera was gone, doing such work, and Nicholas was stuck in the house with her latest creation. Logan was what she’d called it, and said it was the next breakthrough in AI technology. While Nicholas was impressed, he wasn’t too keen on having a babysitter, knowing she’d likely programmed it to report back to her if Nicholas left the house. At least he’d gotten one trip in to the lab before he was stuck with the baby monitor. When he’d first met her creation, he was taken aback by how human it looked, and how unnerving it was. He also couldn’t help but but be less than thrilled that she’d made him look like... that. He shook the thought from his head, wondering why he even really cared what the AI looked like anyways. Those types of thoughts had gotten him into the fight with Vera in the first place, and he didn’t want to go back there. 

That afternoon, Nicholas sat on the couch in their living room, wearing comfortable slacks and a casual long sleeve shirt--the most dressed down he’d been in a long time. He thumbed through some papers that his eyes were scanning--some files that Paxton had brought him, thankful that the boy understood more than anyone else that he couldn’t just leave his research while he was away. His eyes glanced up, catching those of Logan’s, who sat across from him in a chair. The realism in the AI’s eyes unnerved Nicholas, and he tried to look back down to his papers, but he couldn’t focus. 

“Must you stare like that?” 

@celcstivls

[libby-rigby-blog]

It hadn't been long that the siblings had seen each other that day, though it seemed that Logan was clearly under the weather. Or at least, that was what Libby thought. Lately things had been going so well, that she hated seeing him like this. Hell, she'd even gotten stood up by a blind date, and still managed to have a pretty good night. "Come on, Logan--.. what's up? Haven't seen that look on you since the dog died in Marley and Me." She tried to joke.

@logan-rigby

[ozborror-highroller]

❛ you don't mean that, do you? ❜

Oz exhaled. He pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, then looked back up at Logan.

"That your sister would be a better heir to my empire than you?" Oz repeated. "Yeah, I did. And you're smart enough to know I'm abso-fucking-lutely right."

Oz was getting tired. He had plans to put in action, connections to build up, a casino to run and money to make.

"To be completely honest, sometimes I think Rosetta's the only one capable of leaving my shit to. At least she can network, you just go and get yourself in trouble and now I'm hearing you're annoying the Mayor's mousy assistant." Oz stopped his rambling. He took another breath, and lowered his voice. As much as his triplets could be the greatest pain in the ass of his life, they were also his kids, and while it would take nothing short of torture for most to get this out of him- he loved them. Far more fiercely than Oz ever imagined he could love anything. "Look," Oz began, "Logan, you're so fucking crafty, quick as a whip. You're good at seeing through people, and you somehow manage to get out of trouble....albeit I do need to help you way more than I should. You have so much potential. You just...waste it on stupid shit your sister, or hell, even your brother don't. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from Rosetta, or even that embarrassing try hard Myshkin. You better, because I ain't fuckin losing you the pathetic way my father went out."

@lockborror

[minniemyshkin]

❛ why would i lie to you? ❜

@lockborror

Minnie gave Logan an incredulous look. She looked up at him from under long eye lashes, and raised her brow, bemused.

"Oh one hundred percent, yes." Minnie replied. "I'd put my money on two hundred percent yes."

Minnie tapped her foot, and sighed.

"But there's never a dull moment with you so I will, foolishly, most likely, hear you out."

[dxnbii]

“lo unnie!” danbi picks up the pace to catch up with her bandmate. “wait up please!” it was moments like these that remind her she really needs to work out more- and wear more comfortable shoes. her favorite platform boots were stylist but not the most practical. “you walk so fast.” she exhales, practically clinging to the other girls arm. “you’re not running from me because i told you i wanted to ride all the rollercoasters with you, are you?” she grins at her. “you can admit you’re scared.” she teases, gently poking logan’s cheek. “i’ll only judge you a little bit.” danbi jokes. @tidallylogan​ 

[jenny-du]

It was late enough in the evening that even in Downtown Edgewood, nearby the clubs the streets were silent. It was the wee hours of the morning, but the sun still had hours left before it made it’s appearance. Jenny was walking from the Underworld, where she had stayed late that night because one of her charges had as well. She needed to find the nearest alley so she could orb straight to her bed. 

Unaccustomed to staying up this late, Jenny took a moment to be mindful and take in the silence of the hour, the breeze on her skin. She was immortal, but it made her feel more human.

A yelp from the alley she was already heading to interrupted, it was muffled, but the area was so quiet that it stood out like a pin drop. Without second thought, she moved. 

“Hey!” She made no effort to sneak up on whoever was in the alley. Jenny stomped over to the alley, armed with her strong will and furrowed brows. When she swung around the corner she spotted two figures. “What are you doing?”

@logancree​

[theofawn]

location; pioneer square with; @loganjaimes​

everyone needed a day off every now and then. theo’s employers often forced her to take hers. she never knew what to do with all the free time. today, she thought it might be nice to take an old manuscript of her mother’s to read in the sunlight. the crisp winter air wasn’t too biting under the sun. it would be good for her to actually get some time outdoors. it was strange to be so near where they found the wolf. her eyes strayed to it no matter how she pleaded with herself to stop. just when she’d managed to get comfortable on a bench, she spotted someone else from the corner of her eye. not many people had been around the square lately so it was a bit of a surprise.

the figure was familiar, but theo couldn’t place why. she didn’t know them. of that she was certain, but something about them reminded her of a long time ago. why? in her distraction a gust of wind picked up the raw pages of the manuscript and blew them away. “no!” she screamed and began to run after the pages. theo could not lose them. they were the beginnings of the last novel that her mother had written. the last page landed of the foot of the stranger. theo, now out of breath from chasing them down, reached out for it. “sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to get in your way.”