xp_logs | Logan and Medusa

Logan and Medusa swear everlasting friendship and run off to go buy a puppy and pick flowers.

Medusa closed the book in front of her, pushing away from her desk. She didn't think she could read another word and stood to stretch. A glance at the clock and she decided it was time she got out of her room for a little physical activity. Changing into one of her customized exercise outfits, she headed to the gym, reviewing the assignment she had been working on as she walked. She halted the instant she walked in as she noticed that she wasn't alone. As recognition set in, her face took on a haughty look, the closest expression she had to a scowl.

Logan was in a white gi and a black hakama - today he was feeling traditional. Plus, he needed to blow some of the rust off. He had a bokken - a wooden training sword - in his hands and he was slashing and cutting and stabbing at a whole series of imaginary foes with truly startling speed. He made his blade dance, sliding from move to move and from cut to cut with a smooth, deadly grace.

She watched his movements with grudging respect. She recognized good form when she saw it, but she wanted desperately to find something to criticize after the way the man had treated her sister. She began stretching, first concentrating on warming up the muscles in her legs before she moved to working on her upper body.

Logan resheathed his bokken and bowed to his invisible opponent, then broke out of his fighting mindset and relaxed. He didn't know the long-haired redhead stretching out nearby, but she was giving him a decidedly sharply-sour scent. He idly wondered what he'd done to earn her ire, then dismissed it as irrelevant. Besides, he wanted to cool down before he hit the showers, so he needed to stretch.

Regardless of her desire to get up and leave, she couldn't force herself to be that rude. "Greetings, I am Medusa," she said icily. Once an introduction had been completed, she would be able to politely excuse herself and begin her work out.

Logan continued to stretch, not responding right away to Medusa's greetings. Finally, he deigned to look over to her. "Hey, kid." He said by way of reply. So this was the Permafrost Princess's older sister. Must run in the family, that.

Medusa bristled internally, but kept her surface cool and collected. "And you are...?" It didn't matter that she knew exactly who he was; what mattered was that he was clearly being rude and she was going to continue to act appropriately no matter how much she wanted to lash out at him for his treatment of Crystal.

"They call me Logan." he said while continuing to stretch. Only reason he bothered was that snapping tendons hurt like a bitch while they healed. "You can only be Medusa, of the Attillan royal family."

"I am," she said, clasping her hands behind her back. "As I believe I introduced myself less than a minute ago."

Logan made a show of looking around the Gym. "No courtiers, no security. You're slumming it, Your Majesty." he said with amusement. He wasn't sure _why_ pissing off the Attillans gave him such amusement, but it did. "You're the one going to college and living here on campus. Playing the concerned Big Sister because your little sister can't hack a real life on her own."

What kind of staff do they hire here? "I see you at least know the proper way to address royalty," she said, turning her voice sickeningly sweet. "Even if your other manners are sorely lacking. As for Crystal, she is more than capable of handling herself."

"Is she?" he asked with another chuckle. "She's got a funny way of expressing it." Spoiled little rich girls. What a headache!

She glared down her nose at Logan. "Oh?" Medusa said, her hair flaring out slightly. "Just what have you seen to indicate otherwise?" Crystal was still learning the ways of the world outside of Attilan, but that did not mean she wasn't capable of functioning in it without assistance.

"You know how many friends she has? None. She reeks of haughty disdain." he explained. "Can't get along, expects everyone to conform to her, rather than changing herself to blend in. Folks don't much care for that."

Medusa's lip curled up in distaste. Blend in? Why should she? "It is good to see you are about as observant as you are tactful. Crystal has been doing her best to adapt to life here – it is the people here who are not comfortable with who we are that are the stubborn ones, unwilling to adapt to people who are not like them. Perhaps you and the other residents would do well to remember that you should not judge us just because we do not fit into your conception of what everyone should be like." She crossed her arms across her chest, keeping a tight control on her hair to avoid it whipping around. "And if you think Crystal is disdainful, than you obviously do not know her at all."

"She's in my class. I see her every day. And I see a helluva lot more than most." he said with amusement. She had spirit, he had to give it to her, but then again so did her sister. "Her best _isn't good enough_. She's a liability to your little inbred cabal." he said nastily. "How do you expect her to represent Attilan abroad when she can't stand to even engage any culture that's not hers?"

Medusa's hair cracked like a whip, her anger needing a physical release. How dare this man speak to her that way! "Most of you here have this desire to make everyone assimilate to accommodate you." The derision in her voice was clear. "It is possible to learn about other cultures without changing to be like them." She ignored the more spiteful comments he had made, knowing he was just trying to goad her – and while he may have been succeeding, she would not give him the pleasure of a full response.

Medusa wasn't reckoning with the power of his nose - he could smell her frustration, her anger. "Our country, darlin'." he said, ignoring the very faint pang of wrongness there. "300 million of us, one of you. Yet we have to bend knee to suit you?"

"I do not ask that others do anything to accommodate me. I have not asked for one ounce of special or preferential treatment since my arrival." Though I am beginning to wonder why I did not since everyone acts as if I have. "All I desired was for people to accept me for who I am. Apparently, I expected too much of you." With that, she spun on her heel and left the room.

Logan just shrugged as he watched her leave. Truth be told, she got up his nose something fierce - her and her sister both. Luckily for him, he only had to put up with one of them.