Remix - Logan and Yvette

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Logan's taking a break from all her worries - and ducking Sarah's requests to go clubbing with her - by sitting outside and carving some wood. The Apple Ninja finds him and proceeds to get a bit weirded out.



Logan sat down outside her favorite tree and pulled out a block of wood from her duffel. She sorely missed her hat but her skull had somehow resized and the damned thing didn't fit anymore. Popping a claw, she hacked away at her hair to get it out of her way then, letting the clump of hair fall, turned back to the wood. Her far-too-short legs stretched out before her, her feet bare and her toes absently wiggling. At least Marie had let her raid the former girl's closet for something vaguely suitable to wear.

There was the soft muffled click of be-socked claws on the kitchen floor and then the quiet creak of the back door that heralded Yvette's arrival - Logan was one of the few who could hear the small spiky girl coming. "Hello, Mr. Logan," she chirped. "I am..." And then she blinked at the unfamiliar woman, sitting in Logan's place, with Logan's duffle and wood, and Logan's claws. "Um?" She'd seen something on the journals, about some of the teachers not being the same gender any more, but it was one thing to read, another to encounter it. "Mr... Miss Logan?"

Logan snorted at that. "Still Logan, kid." she said in a husky contralto. "Just walkin' a different road for a spell. What's on your mind, kid?" she asked.

"I was to be coming for my lesson," Yvette replied, coming an sitting hesitantly beside the woman. She sounded like Logan, with his speech patterns, but her brain was having trouble adjusting to the whole unfamiliar voice and face and, well, all of it. "With the carving. But if you are to be... busy..." She trailled off, before blurting out. "This is very strange, Mr. Logan."

"Try living it, kid." she said with a roll of her eyes. "But come on, let's see what you've got so far." she urged. Her own block of wood was barely cut, the vague figure just starting to take shape could have been anyone. A short anyone, anyway.

Obediently, Yvette pulled out her latest work-in-progress. Her work was still a little crude, but the half-done carving was definitely identifiable as Logan himself. Well, when Logan was himself. "Is it... are you to be the woman for always?" she asked, unable to stop herself.

"Nope." she admitted. "They tell me it's only supposed to last a week. We'll see." she said, but it was fairly obvious that she wasn't nearly that phlegmatic about the entire prospect.

Yvette caught the conflict, and looked up at the dark-haired woman. "It is not being so very different," she offered. "I am being surprised, yes, but... you are still being Logan, who is my teacher." She paused, not sure how this would be taken. "And I am thinking you are very pretty."

Logan barked out a laugh at that. "Thanks. I think." she said. "Not something I ordinarily ever really cared too much about. Guess I'd better start, huh?" he asked the younger woman rhetorically. "But yeah. Still me, even with the different plumbing." She hoped.

"Well, perhaps you are not to be cutting the hair yourself?" Yvette suggested, raising a gloved talon to where Logan had hacked at it.

"It drives me nuts." she groused. And sure enough, her hair was already longer than it was just a few moments ago. "Need to go track down one of the girls and figure out some way to deal with it, get it out of my face."

"I could be helping?" Yvette suggested, wiggling her fingers at Logan. "I am to be cutting Mr. Cain's hair..." A thought occurred to her. "Mr. Marko is not being the lady now, is he?" She looked slightly horrified at the thought.

"No, Cain's still a guy." she said, amused. "And hey. If you want to trim it up nice, I'd like that for as long as it'll last." she said with a smile.

"This is to be being... how you say? The relief? I am liking Mr. Marko, but I am thinking he is to be the scary lady." Pulling off her gloves, she got up to perch on the step behind Logan, where she could reach her hair. "Is your hair not to be growing fast when you are the man, Mr. Logan?" she asked curiously as she pondered just where to start. Mr. Logan's hair wasn't super-strong like Mr. Marko's, so she would have to be a little more careful.

"It does grow fast, but I don't know why it doesn't grow more than it did." she said with a shrug. "Usually, for surgical procedures involving the head, they shave the patient. At a guess my hair had grown back to the point you got used to seeing it at before they changed me."

Yvette didn't quite understand that, or why Logan's hair would keep growing as a woman, but she shrugged it off and began carefully snipping with her pointer and index fingers, smoothing the jagged edges left by Logan's slashing technique. "Perhaps you are to be tying it back?" she suggested. "I am not to be making the braid, but one of the other girls could be helping? It would not be so much in the way then."

"Tried that. Kept getting caught in the rubber band. Not a fun feeling." she admitted. "But the braid idea sounds like a good one."

If Yvette had been able to pull a face, she would have. As it was, there was a twitch across the hardened skin of her face. "The rubber band is not for the hair," she instructed him. "There is being the special hair band, which will not be getting stuck. Laurie is having many - I can be borrowing one for you, yes?" It was phrased like a question, but the tone indicated there wasn't going to be a lot of choice involved. As she worked her way around a snarl, she added. "And there is to be the brushing of the hair. Every day is being the least. Or you are to be getting the knots."

Logan popped her dual claws from her forearm. "And for knots, I have this." she said with a certain degree of grim satisfaction. Being a woman had its up and downs, but the whole "hair" thing was turning into a major sticking point.

"I am seeing that you are being taking care of the knots," Yvette remarked dryly. Then she blinked at Logan's claws. "Mr. Logan? Where is being the other claw? You are having three, yes?"

"Beats me, kid." she said with a shrug. "Used to have three, now I got two." It wasn't something she wanted to put a lot of time into worrying about. Two would serve as well as three did, if it came down to that. "I'm more concerned about my damned hips." she groused. "Completely screws me up."

"That is not making the sense," Yvette said, sounding almost put out. But then again, neither did half the staff changing genders make sense. As for Logan's other statement... she knew she was going to regret this, but asked any way. "What is being the problem with the hips, Mr. Logan?" she asked as she trimmed, bits of hair wafting around on the spring breeze.

"Lots of things don't make sense. Little girls with diamond-hard skin, men who become women, women who become men, unbreakable metals that suddenly decide they're gonna shift around." she mused. "Not much I can do about any of 'em. And the problem with the hips is that they're too damned wide. Gotta re-learn how to fight all over again. All my instincts are geared towards my old self."

Well, not as embarrassing as it might have been. "Perhaps this is the time to be... how you say? The old dog learning the new tricks?" she suggested, shifting so she could work on the front of Logan's hair. She had to stand on the step below to reach comfortably. "To be thinking more, not to be only reacting?" Strangely, she thought of her conversation with Crystal, about Logan's issues with the Attilani royal.

"In my business if you take the time to stop and think when things get hot you're dead. That's why I train so hard, why I work out so much. Reactions have to be instincts - swift and sure. Otherwise, you're dead." she explained.

"But when there is being something new, that you are not being used to, like the not being a man any more, this is making things dangerous to you too?" Yvette pointed out. "I am understanding the instincts are to be important, like you are teaching me, but sometimes, when there is being too much of one thing, there is being the.... unbalance?" Stupid English. She knew what she was trying to say, but couldn't make the words come out right.

"I dunno about dangerous." she said. "Means that I am not nearly as dangerous until I learn to adjust to this new form. I'm still better than most I run into, believe me, but I'm nowhere near the top of my game." she admitted.

Yvette made a little frustrated noise, knowing she'd failed in making her point. "~Too much thinking and there is hesitation when you should act, too much instinct and there is no adapting to things that aren't what you expect. You don't think enough sometimes, Mr. Logan,~" she muttered to herself in Albanian. "I am sure you are to be training hard and to be getting to be top of the game again, Mr. Logan," she continued in English.

Logan didn't speak or understand Albanian so her muttered words went right over her head. Instead, she bent herself to the task of carving out the wood, elaborating the figure more. "If it doesn't wear off the big brains will figure out how to reverse all of this." she said.

"I am being sure they will."