PSL starter - educated_wish

[just_cursed]

How, exactly, Logan got to the world of the Bright City was anyone's guess. The TVA? The Watchers? America Chavez's powers? Magic? The Convergence? An Infinity Stone? Death? (And that's just the MCU!)

How he got to the Jingled Cleric, however, was one hundred percent obvious: it was a dive bar. Okay, a dive bar full of elves, half-elves, one robot in a veil, a couple of dwarves, and various other fantastical creatures - not excluding the black-eyed blond slinging drinks from behind the bar itself - but a dive bar nonetheless.

Welcome to the Bright Country, Logan, where the gods are loved almost as much as they love their people! So long as those people are the Right Kind of People, anyway.

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"Yeah, well, it's not just rage when I experience it. My mind totally goes fucking blank. I can't think at all."

How that counters the idea it hurts him isn't clear.

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"Some Barbarians have that kind of Rage." he agrees, "Not all of them can adventure with groups safely...and coming out of that has to be it's own kind of hell. 'What did I do?' 'Who did I hurt?' 'How badly are people hurt?'"

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Logan is quiet for a minute before answering. When he does, it's completely avoiding the topic.

"Another bottle."

Except with the way he's swaying, he probably couldn't handle another.

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"Only if you're willing to risk the rooms upstairs." He can't exactly take Logan's keys away, but he can demand the man sleep it off here. Where it is safe. "They're clean, if not particularly nice."

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"Probably nicer than where I just came from, sharing an apartment with a foul mouthed asshole and an elderly blind ferret."

Not literally. He's just developed Wade's habit of being disrespectful to Al, as much as it used to offend him.

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"Eh. Fifty-fifty." he says, setting out the third bottle. If he can't carry the guy upstairs, he and Nine probably can. "It's clean, no ferrets, but I can cuss in a couple of languages."

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"I doubt you can beat Wade on that. Guy has a mouth like a down on their luck prostitute."

He takes the bottle and is actually hesitant for a moment before starting to drink it, slower this time.

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He opens his mouth and something horrible comes out. It sounds like Hell(s). He only says one word, but it sounds like his throat must be bleeding just to make those noises, and somehow it also sounds absolutely vulgar. Then he looks cheerfully innocent, as though nothing like that could ever have come from his more-or-less-human-looking body.

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Logan blinks, then extends the hand holding the bottle and looks at it. "I must be real fucking drunk," he says. "Because that was just weird."

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"Not surprised you haven't heard that before. I think I'm the only person in this country that speaks that language...and I won't be surprised if the clerics come to talk to me for doing so." he shrugs, "It is the best for filth, however. Although you are pretty drunk."

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"Don't worry about it, Bub. If they come to fuck with you, I'll get in their way."

Is he casually threatening violence? He's casually threatening violence.

"...after I sober up."

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"Oooo, that's what we call a bad idea." he says with a slight shiver, "That's the kind of thing that gets the Wizards involved. How about you sober up, and then we'll talk about why threatening the clergy in a religious run country is a bad idea?"

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"How about I do the opposite?" Logan ventures and then tries to drink some more.

...

And almost immediately, he starts feeling very sick and very sleepy. He reels a bit.

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"C'mon," Zelanes says with amusement, "somehow I don't think you're going to be able to drink much more without making a mess. I am impressed with how much you've kept down, however." He attempts (attempts, he's honestly not sure if Logan can walk right now) to lead the other man to and up the stairs to the second floor where there are four smallish rooms containing a bed, a wash basin, a chair, and small desk each.

[educated_wish]

He manages to walk maybe three feet, before falling to the ground and passing out.

...

Good luck?

[just_cursed]

Between Zelanes himself, Nine, and the local blacksmith they manage to get Logan into bed.

Eventually.

And they only drop him like four times!

[educated_wish]

He's a heavy motherfucker, isn't he? He grunts a bit each time he's dropped, but generally doesn't wake up.

For about 20 hours.

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Zelanes does check in on his sleeping guest about every other hour. Mostly to be sure he hasn't thrown up on himself and choked to death.

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Eventually, Logan wakes up, and it's with a scream and an unsheathing of his claws.

Not that this is abnormal for him. It happens pretty much every time he wakes up. Might alarm someone who doesn't know that though.

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"AUGH!" is the return scream, followed by a Very Angry Murderbot taking Zelanes' place in the door. So fast it's like magic! Except that it's really just a +4DEX Rogue pushing a Commoner out of the way.

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"What the fuck is that?" Logan half focuses on the Murderbot, trying to decide if he needs to defend himself or not.

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"Nine...I think it's okay. The nice patron is just hungover." Zelanes says from behind Nine, holding up a hand to Logan to try to keep this from devolving while he talks Nine down.

"There are hand knives." says a very flat, mechanical voice in return.

"Yes, yes, I know. There is also probably a raging hangover. You're not going to attack, right...uh...Never did exchange names last night. I'm Zelanes, this is Nine - they are a Warforged - and you are...?"

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"Logan." He withdraws the claws, and shakes his head. "No attacking. My head hurts too fucking much."

Unless this Nine attacks first. Then he'll totally fucking go.

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Nine really just. Stands in the door for another long moment while Zelanes tries, and fails, to get past them.

"See, Nine? Can you please go get breakfast for myself and Logan, now?"

"No."

"...Right. Okay. Logan - I'm going to get breakfast. It'll take me a bit to get it back here, I can't cook for shit. You drink some water," the desk sprouted a pitcher and glass at some point, "and. Uh. Hopefully Nine will be done staring at you sometime soon."

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"Water? Fuck water. Give me more booze."

Is that a good idea? It's not a good idea. His abdomen - and head - aches. His healing hasn't been great about keeping up with the damage alcohol does to his body, especially not with this super powered stuff. But that doesn't stop him from falling into his habits.

"That's better than breakfast."

His stomach growls to contradict him.