canon is logan.

[reives]

Now, this? — I gotta say, I am surprised.

Been a long time. You think you still got what it takes?

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[timore]

Don't you love it when they just — remember you?

[reives]

Like moths 'n flames — always find their way back to the light, now don't they.

[timore]

It's fun, isn't it? Being thrown right back into it.

[reives]

Well, you know what they say about ridin' bicycles, now, don'tcha? You never really forget how. Just a matter o' practice, is all.

[timore]

I'm sure it won't take long. That's why you're here, isn't it? Practice, perfect.

[reives]

[ he points his fingers like a gun, aiming it for homelander, and winking as he fires. ]

Hole-in-one, fella.

You got a name? Loathe as I am to not recognize that fancy get-up o' yours, I believe I ain't had the pleasure.

[timore]

[ he smirks briefly, and then a low chuckle crawls from his throat. ]

That's the game.

Homelander — [ smirk turns to smile, and he tilts his head. ] — and yours?

[ always charming, charismatic. he extends his hand. ]

[reives]

And don't they make sure we play it.

[ he takes the hand with the gloved one of his own, shaking firmly. it's a meeting of two hunters, come together in the knowledge and understanding of the other. the idea turns the line of his mouth upward into a broad grin, the light catching a gold crown with a glint. ]

Donald Pierce.

[timore]

We always do — no matter what, we're fucking persistent.

[ he makes sure not to crush fingers, his strength unbreakable but giving. he notices the gold and it makes him smile a little wider, chin lifted. isn't this just so nice? he can feel a heartbeat — even, slow, relaxed. there is something akin to interest in his eyes. ]

Homelander. The Homelander if you're feeling formal.

[reives]

Ain't that the truth.

[ when his hands settle back at his sides, he feels as though he's finally seeing the full picture. ]

Homelander. Fancy suit and a fancier name to match.

[timore]

How long have you been around? Seems like a while if you're back.

[ there's still a smile playing on his lips. he likes the fact that someone gets it. ]

That's me, the world's greatest. What do you do?

[reives]

Oh, few years now. Guess that makes me somethin' like a bad penny.

Me? Well, let's just call me someone's idea of security detail.

[former]

Speak for yourself, shitheel.

you got me AGAIN

[reives]

Well, hell, now, hold on just a minute here, my eyes ain't exactly what they used to be, but — it looks to me like we got ourselves all the makin's of a family reunion.

Lemme guess — kid's waitin' in the wings? Ready to just sic 'em? [ oh, he surely hopes so. ]

>:)

[former]

[ Logan frowns in a way that might be comedic if he weren't so visibly angry. ]

She's got better things to do than hang around dead men.

[reives]

[ a cant of his head, hands on his hips: he offers an appraisal of the other, then grins. ]

You sure? 'Cause now, it seems t' me that's all that poor girl keeps for company.

[former]

Yeah, keep makin' digs at me, bigshot. That's about all you're good for, now.

[reives]

Got you outta retirement, didn't it? Hell, a little gratitude never hurt anybody.

[former]

Got me dead, too, as you pointed out, so I don't think you can blame me for having mixed feelings.

[reives]

Shame. Anybody ever tell you holdin' grudges gives a man wrinkles?

[former]

Maybe if you'd cared more about learning how to fight properly and less about your complexion, you'd have actually been a challenge.

[reives]

Bold words from a corpse.

[mutare]

Not as surprised as I am someone chose you.

[reives]

Sticks and stones, honey.

[snikette]

[ wordlessly, she pops her claws with a snikt. ]

[reives]

Well, well, well — look at you. I was wonderin' when you might make your grand entrance.

[snikette]

[ she's not the property of the facility any more, she's a real girl, a marionette no more. the only strings holding her back now are those tied to her frayed humanity: the very thing that he and rice tried to take from her. never again. ]

You should leave.

[ before she gets stabby. ]

[reives]

I'm afraid you 'n me, we've got ourselves a handful of unfinished business.

[ and yet, there he goes, lowering the dim glasses on his nose and narrowing his eyes. ]

Means no.

[snikette]

[ although she stands poised to strike, laura remains unmoving, her stare level and unblinking. ]

You know what I am. What I will do to you.