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[ The face that pops up on the network, that's the smile that charmed dozens of beach bunnies. He's dressed in a drab flight suit. His hair is far too short to be a mess but it does have the impression of a mess. ] I know this has got to get old, the whole 'but I've got better things to do' schtick. It'd be awfully rash of me to assume so early on that this isn't important. The thing is there's a teeeeeny, tiny, blonde hurricane that's expecting me on Skype. I hate to let her down.

[ He waggles his eyebrows a bit at that. ]

There's also this whole duty to my country thing that I've been trying to do. A good lawyer can get me off one AWOL but another so soon...that's going on my permanent record.

[ Once he sends out the network message, he tucks the phone in one of the pockets of his flight suit and begins exploring the city at large. He's not going to panic yet. He doesn't know enough of what's going on to panic. He'll be pretty easy to find just about anywhere in the town, but he'll ultimately end up on the beach, heavy combat boots off, toes in the sand. If he'd known he was going on vacation, he would have brought his surfboard. ]

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[ Logan is trying very hard not to be thrown for a loop. He's only succeeding marginally. He looks good on the outside as long as no one who really knows him shows up.

Logan is pretty sure that his dad made a really bad B movie about something like this. That's chief on his mind. He's only got a half second or so before aforementioned tiny, blonde hurricane collides with him.

Literally nothing has been better in his entire life.

He wraps his arms entirely around her lifting her up off her feet. ]

Veronica Mars. I've been away far too long not to realize you had something to do with this.

[New to the area, Caine had avoided the roses and clovers, but it would seem he had not avoided all. Not that he has realized this yet. He's been going about his life, trying not to be stunned by Jupiter in a bikini, and working out his newly recovered wings.

It was the latter he was working on, flying over the water and enjoying the view of the town from up there. His wide wing span catching the breeze, sending him up in spirals and then twisting to float down. His boots glowed, and his sharp gaze took in all he could see.

Right when he went from steady flight, wings keeping him even, and then he started coughing. Hard, painful spasms that sent him tumbling head over heels, wings tangling up about his body.

He went tumbling, falling. Strong, wide brown feathered wings suddenly snapped open, catching the wind and managing to mostly float, landing with a thump on the sand.]

[ Someone has to do the dirty work. ]

Did I mention I was flying over the Bermuda Triangle just prior to coming here?

[ No he wasn't. He'd just come in from a flight, was going to shower and see if he could happen to catch Veronica on Skype.

Eventually, he realizes that he probably needs to put his girlfriend back down. Yeah, he's going to do this right...okay in a few seconds. Okay. Now. ]

I'm much more fond of you when you have full access to that wiggle thing you do.

[ Logan saw the giant fucking flying bird. Of course he'd seen it, but he'd assumed it was a giant bird and then...

Holy shit.

Seriously?

Okay. Yes. This place had kidnapped him off a navy carrier. Kidnap is a strong word, particularly when he'd just been opening the door to the communications room and he'd stepped out into Itinere instead of the communications room on the navy carrier in the middle of a classified location. Yeah, he still likes the word kidnapped.

Right, where was he?

Oh yes. Guy with wings landing in the sand next to him. He's just going to scramble back a little, giving the guy a 'shit I've gone crazy' look. ]

This is punishment for taking drugs from Dick, isn't it?

[Taking a moment to ascertain he was in one piece, nothing broken beyond his nose, which was red and apparently developed some sort of trouble he was unfamiliar with, and his wings seemingly in one piece. Giving a nod, content with finding himself okay... except for the humiliation of plummeting out of the sky like a novice, even if he'd just gotten his wings back, he considered what had caused such an issue.

Jupiter would know and understand. Somehow he was certain of that. Except she wasn't here, and he wasn't alone.

Turning at the sound of that voice, arching a brow at the man's statement.]

I'm not certain this place is punishment, though I would say taking drugs from anything is a bad choice, nonetheless your dick.

[Yeah, Jupiter is never going to let him live this down if she learns of it.]

[ That gets a smirk out of Logan. ]

Most people who know Dick would say taking anything from him is a bad choice.

[ He hesitates, obviously looking at the wings. ] Forgive for staring. I usually see these on half naked women as they're headed down a runway.

[Yep, that confuses Caine even more, still not realizing it's a name.]

I'm certain most would. Though I think you may live a lonely existence if that is the truth. That it is a bad choice, that is.

[Caine tilted his head, looking at his wings and then back to Logan.] I've seen commercials for this while waiting for Jupiter. I think in my own life being naked and doing what I do would be dangerous. Not to mention the boots would look strange if fighting while naked.

[ That confusion is almost palatable. It's also hilarious and Logan is enough of a jerk not to enlighten Caine once he realizes the misunderstanding. ]

I live on a ship with three hundred sailors. Lonely isn't something I'm likely to get for the next couple of years. There's always Skype and an annoying blonde to break up the monotony. I do miss Dick though...

[He sighs wistfully and attempts to stare longingly into the ocean. He probably just looks constipated. That'll clear things up so much.]

Yeah, no offense, but I'd rather not see you half naked and spoil the image of wings and girls in my head.

[And as a soldier himself, Caine couldn't help himself.]

I would think being in a ship with three hundred sailors would mean there would be more than enough dick to be found.

[What? He isn't wrong.]

My monotony breaker is brunette, and royalty so I likely shouldn't mention her though she is here. [Of course that part he got.]

I know of legionnaires that are female. If I found a way to bring them here, I would make introductions.

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