xp_logs | Crystal and Logan - Not Clearing the Air

Two months after their infamous encounter in the gym, Crystal and Logan find themselves face-to-face again.

Logan was hungry, and while it wasn't his usual mealtime a snack wouldn't kill him. So it was off to the kitchen with him, as he wasn't so hungry as to make it worth his while to get on his bike and go get something.

Ah yes, there it was. Crystal removed a nicely wrapped package from the fridge, grinning slightly. Garrison hadn't come for his food after all. If he had taken the box and opened it, surely he would have been surprised to discover that what was inside was not congealed meatballs, it was a nice assortment of pastries similar to the ones she had seen him eat the night before.

Logan smelled her before he saw her. He supposed it was only inevitable, them both living under the same roof. He'd just ignore her and let things fall where they may. But just because he could he took a cigar from his pocket, stuck it in his mouth, and lit it. The harsh tobacco hit his lungs in a pleasant wave of carcinogenic goodness.

Someone had just entered the room. Someone had just... lit a cigar? And in the kitchen, too. Too bad Lorna wasn't here. Crystal's nose wrinkled slightly. Why did people want to ruin the air and their lungs with those things? Sighing inwardly, Crystal turned around, intending to give a polite nod to the other person in the room and then make a quick dash to the hallway, away from the soon-to-be smoke filled air. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw just who the other person was. Logan.

It was petty and childish of him, but he couldn't help but grin inside at her wrinkled nose of distaste. "Howdy." he said distractedly as he made for the fridge. Surely there had to be something of substance he could graze on before dinnertime. But as he moved he kept an eye on her at all times. Never know when she might decide another lightning strike or a vortex. If ... if ... she tried that again he wouldn't hold back. Attilan be damned.

Where was the piercing blare of a smoke alarm when you needed one? Where was Lorna when her kitchen needed to be protected? Now he was coming closer to her. She wasn't going to use her powers in any way except for allowing her to continue breathing smoke-free air... unless he made a move to attack her. Then, all bets would be off and she'd defend herself. No choking or lightning this time, though... all she'd have to do would be keep him away from her and an air blast would work just as well. No one could tell her he wouldn't be able to recover from that quickly and relatively pain-free.

"Greetings," Crystal said, moving back to get away from the immediate presence of the cigar smoke (and him) and to allow him room at the fridge. Her grip on the package tightened slightly and she noted that Logan seemed to be doing a random search of the fridge. "The containers with silver lids contain food from the Winter Ball," Crystal said politely. "You are more than welcome to help yourself to any of those items. "I think there are some buffalo wings and various pastries as well as a variety of desserts."

Logan just grunted at her as he rooted through the fridge. But hey, wings! Just about perfect. Snagging the container, he kicked the fridge closed and then contemplated if he wanted anything else. She was crazy-tense and apparently fanning the cigar smoke away from her precious, dainty nostrils. He had beer up in his room, so drink was taken care of. Maybe some ranch dressing for the wings? That'd go well.

Wow. A grunt. Crystal supposed she shouldn't have expected a polite reply... although maybe, to him, that was a polite reply. Maybe she should have suggested congealed meatballs instead. No, he'd probably actually like those.

The smoke was now permeating the air around the small bubble of air Crystal had set up around her body. She could create a wind and push the nasty smell in another direction, or even right back at him, but she knew she couldn't risk doing anything that he could claim was an attack. Oh, fine. She had Garrison's food. She could come back later for anything else. Carefully, making sure that she could still see him, Crystal began to walk towards the door. Flying would be much, much faster, but who knew if he'd take that as the beginning of an attack?

Hiding behind his hand, Logan fought a grin off his face. Skirt was turning tail. He shouldn't have been surprised - she didn't have what it took to push a confrontation. He exhaled some cigar smoke in her direction without being completely blatant about it. If she was going to run every time she saw him that opened up some interesting possibilities.

At the moment, Crystal was more concerned with getting away from Logan's cigar and the smoke-filled air it created rather than getting away from Logan. She had no desire to choke on the vile fumes in the kitchen. She liked her air clean and as pure as could be, thank you. "I hope that you enjoy the wings," she said with a forced smile as she reached the door. "Have a nice weekend!"

Logan didn't bother to respond to that comment - instead, he found the ranch dressing and absconded with the bottle and the wings back up to his room. Cold beer, hot wings, and maybe some hockey on the TV or something. Sounded good to him.

Not even a grunt in response this time? Not waiting for Logan to finish his search in his fridge, Crystal left the kitchen, quickly soaring down the hall before dropping her air shield. She stopped, took a deep breath, and then continued on her way to deliver the food to Garrison.