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Gar and Wynonna - Backdated 8/13
Wynonna finds Gar mimicking an animal, and her reaction to the strange animal provokes a reaction that Gar finds ... excessive.
Wynonna was pretty sure it was going to take her a while to figure out all of the nooks and crannies in this place. Seriously. It was pretty, if you were into all that nature crap, Wynonna could admit, wandering the grounds. Waverly would like it. Wynonna, personally, just thought woods were creepy. Too many opportunities for things that go bump in the night.
Gar was practicing, and practicing was always fun when he let his imagination go. Today, he was practicing being a kookaburra.
Of course, he was a vibrant green kookaburra, but he was still a kookaburra, and he got to practice his kookaburra laugh. Which was possibly one of the most amusing bird sounds, in his mind. Naturally, he was giving it several tries, and he'd just gotten started on a particularly long kookaburra laugh when he spotted a girl he didn't recognize heading his way. Which didn't make him stop; he was showing off, now.
A sound off to the left startled Wynonna. She turned, her gun appearing in her hand automatically as she sought out the source.
Noticing the freaking gun appearing in her hand, Gar's form shifted to that of a chimp, as he swung down and sought cover behind the tree he'd been occupying. When his head poked out, it was his human self looking at her. "Jeez, do you just whip out a gun whenever you hear an animal noise?" he asked, obviously a bit frightened.
"I whip out a gun for pretty much every occasion," Wynonna told this strange...boy? Creature? Who the fuck knows? Trying to slow her heart rate, but keeping her grip tight, she added, "You always lurking in the woods?"
"You know guns are dangerous, right?" Gar asked, still not coming out from behind the tree. "And I wasn't lurking. Lurking is all... sinister. I was practicing my shapeshifting," he said. "And being a kookaburra is fun."
Deciding that she could take this kid, Wynonna felt Peacemaker (the gun, yeah so she named herself after the gun, big whoop) disappear from her hand. "Who says I'm not dangerous without the gun? What's your name kid?"
"Garfield Logan," he said, without much hesitation. "And I never said you weren't dangerous without a gun. I was just saying that guns are inherently dangerous," he clarified. He still didn't come out from behind the tree yet.
Rolling her eyes, Wynonna crossed her eyes and said, "I'm not gonna bite kid, unless you ask real nicely. Although not sure I can say the same for you..."
He slid out from behind the tree, though he remained leaning on it. "I don't bite," he said. "Unless you deserve it," he said, figuring he'd throw out something similar to what she said. "And it depends on the form, I guess. I wouldn't bite someone with my human teeth. I guess, unless I really had to." He scratched his head. "This is a weird topic. Let's talk about something else."
"So, can you turn into anything?" Wynonna asked, eying him.
"Any animal," Gar said, figuring that clarification was worth it. "Dinosaurs, too. But don't expect it to be anything but green," he added. "It's always green." Because, well, he was green. It just stood to reason. "Chameleons included. Which makes shifting into chameleon form kinda lame."
"A non-color changing chameleon--I could see how that would be less than ideal," Wynonna agreed, checking out her green counterpart. "Now dinosaurs, that's way more my speed."
"Yeah? They're fun," he said, shrugging. "But they tend to scare people, so I don't do 'em often," he said. He'd given his father quite the fright, once. And he'd heard no end to it afterward. It had kind of soured the experience.
"Now what's the point of hiding something as awesome as that?" Wynonna shook her head, still not used to how other people think. A dinosaur was freakin' awesome, not scary.
"Because people get too scared?" Gar asked, as if maybe she hadn't heard him right. "Most people think dinosaurs are extinct. And, I mean, they are." With a few sort-of-exceptions, like crocodiles and stuff like that, but that was besides the point. Most people meant things that had gone extinct long ago when they said 'dinosaurs.'
"But they're so cool," Wynonna whined like that excused it all, because in her mind it did. This school had people who could turn into FREAKING DINOSAURS. How fucking awesome was that?
"Yeah, but that isn't, like, y'know. A reason to go around scaring people," Gar said. "People already have bad ideas about mutants," he said. "No reason to give them more reason to be scared of us."
Pussies. Still though, Wynonna felt stoked at the idea that she was going to school with a dinosaur. Purgatory High ain't got nothing on this. "Still though...you never just want to let out a good ol' rawr?"
"Not really. There's plenty of other cool things to turn into," he pointed out. "Birds are fun, because, well, flying is fun. And bird calls are fun, too."
Flying could be cool, Wynonna couldn't help but think. But she's not sure that bird calls would be 'fun'. "What else can you do?"
"Just... shapeshift," Gar said, blinking at her. "Any animal. You name it, I can turn into it. Not that I'll want to, necessarily, mind," he added. "Just... y'know. Animals."
"So like...if you wanted to be a bear, you could be a bear?" Wynonna asked, tilting her head curiously. "Except I guess you'd be green, huh?"
"Yep. That's pretty much the only limit I've found. It's always green."
"Huh..." Wynonna thought about it and decided that a green bear wouldn't be so cool. That sucked he was stuck with just the one color. His power would be so much cooler if only he wasn't just green.
"What happens if you dye your hair?"
"I..." What a weird question. "I have no idea," he confessed.
Wynonna nodded, her curiosity for the moment abated. She figured on a trip into the city she could snag some hair dye and 'help' him find out.
Look at her being all scientific and shit--Waverly would be proud. "So you've gotta practice out here? Or do you just like to?"
"People tend to think animals don't belong indoors," Gar said. "So I try to respect peoples' spaces. And besides, if I feel like flying, it's better to do it outside, isn't it?"
"Makes sense. I should probably practice my shooting out here," Wynonna acknowledged, looking around at the grounds. She could make this work. After all, daddy taught Willa out on the Homestead. Wouldn't be much different.
"You should practice your shooting where you won't hit anyone," Gar said, correcting her. "You might hit someone out here. Guns are really really dangerous." It was like she didn't know!
"Well yeah," Wynonna answered with an eye-roll. Who did this kid think he was? "Thanks for telling me, I could have never guessed."
"Well, I'm sorry. You didn't make a great impression with whipping a gun out at a freaking kookaburra," he said, frankly.
"I hear a noise, gun appears," Wynonna reiterated, making a gun shape with her fingers and a pew sound as she fake fired. "It's a reaction, jeez."
"But it's not a good reaction," Gar protested. He rolled his eyes at her mimicking shooting a guy. "I dunno why you're so flippant about it."
"It's a life saving reaction. It's not like I shot you or anything," Wynonna retorted. Jesus, this guy was a piece of work. Like he wouldn't whip out his power if he thought he was in danger.
"I mean, I guess there's that," Gar said, blinking at her. She hadn't. She could have, but she hadn't. And that counted for something, he guessed. Still, pulling a gun on someone? Some random animal? Kookaburras weren't even harmful. At least, not from what he'd read.
"Anyway... where are you from?" That might explain a lot, depending.
"Middle of bumfuck nowhere out west," Wynonna answered honestly. "You?"
"Middle of nowhere, central Africa," Gar answered, grinning just a little. "Seems like we've got that in common, at least. Sorta."
"How'd you end up here?" Wynonna asked curiously--that was quite a distance to travel just based on word of mouth.
"I, uh. Got adopted," he said, simply. It was much easier than telling the whole truth. "And then I wound up here. So I was in the States for awhile, before I came here," he clarified further.
Wynonna cocked an eyebrow at that, but left it at that. Everybody had their skeletons after all. Humor was always her go to defense, and seemed like a good fallback in this case. "New York pizza living up to all the hype?"
"There's hype about it?" Gar asked, clearly out of the loop on that bit.
"Yeah, you know--New York style pizza and all that jazz," Wynonna answered with her brow creased. Now this guy didn't know pizza? Suspicious.
"I mean, pizza's good," Gar said. "I mean, at least the vegan options I've tried for it, around here." Not many places had vegan options, still. Which was disappointing.
Wynonna tried, and probably failed, to not make a face at the word vegan. Was it even still really pizza if it was vegan? The cheese was like half the fun! "That's uh...interesting."
"What, vegan options?" Gar asked. "Are... are you interested in that sort of thing?" Or was he losing the thread of this conversation again.
"I'm sorry, but I'm pretty actively not interested in that sort of thing," Wynonna admitted with a shrug and an (hopefully) apologetic grin. Waverly, last Wynonna had heard, was trying to be a vegetarian, because she's a bleeding heart like that. But Wynonna herself was pretty pro-meat, and was definitely pro-dairy.
"No, I get it," Gar said. "I openly admit the only reason I don't eat animal stuff is 'cause I've been a lot of animals," he said. "I'd love to have a moral high horse or something, but... I don't." He shrugged.
Wynonna nodded, glad he wasn't lecturing her or something. That would not be her ideal afternoon.
"Anyway. I guess I'll let you get back to your walk?" Gar offered, since the conversation seemed to die out. "I'll try not to surprise you anymore. Just, y'know. If you see any green animals around, it's me."
"And I'll try not to shoot any green animals," Wynonna offered back with a nod of the head. She didn't really want to interrupt his practice time anymore anyways. Walking backwards back towards the mansion, she added, "But I do want to see a dinosaur sometime!"
"You will!" Gar promised, grinning at her. "I'll make it super impressive. Just for you." When he said it, it wasn't in a condescending way, but in an earnest promise. If she wanted to see a dinosaur, he'd have to think about the best way to impress her.
"I do like to be impressed," Wynonna called back with a slight smirk. She wasn't sure what to make of the dude, but hey, who could argue with a dinosaur just for her entertainment?
Wynonna was pretty sure it was going to take her a while to figure out all of the nooks and crannies in this place. Seriously. It was pretty, if you were into all that nature crap, Wynonna could admit, wandering the grounds. Waverly would like it. Wynonna, personally, just thought woods were creepy. Too many opportunities for things that go bump in the night.
Gar was practicing, and practicing was always fun when he let his imagination go. Today, he was practicing being a kookaburra.
Of course, he was a vibrant green kookaburra, but he was still a kookaburra, and he got to practice his kookaburra laugh. Which was possibly one of the most amusing bird sounds, in his mind. Naturally, he was giving it several tries, and he'd just gotten started on a particularly long kookaburra laugh when he spotted a girl he didn't recognize heading his way. Which didn't make him stop; he was showing off, now.
A sound off to the left startled Wynonna. She turned, her gun appearing in her hand automatically as she sought out the source.
Noticing the freaking gun appearing in her hand, Gar's form shifted to that of a chimp, as he swung down and sought cover behind the tree he'd been occupying. When his head poked out, it was his human self looking at her. "Jeez, do you just whip out a gun whenever you hear an animal noise?" he asked, obviously a bit frightened.
"I whip out a gun for pretty much every occasion," Wynonna told this strange...boy? Creature? Who the fuck knows? Trying to slow her heart rate, but keeping her grip tight, she added, "You always lurking in the woods?"
"You know guns are dangerous, right?" Gar asked, still not coming out from behind the tree. "And I wasn't lurking. Lurking is all... sinister. I was practicing my shapeshifting," he said. "And being a kookaburra is fun."
Deciding that she could take this kid, Wynonna felt Peacemaker (the gun, yeah so she named herself after the gun, big whoop) disappear from her hand. "Who says I'm not dangerous without the gun? What's your name kid?"
"Garfield Logan," he said, without much hesitation. "And I never said you weren't dangerous without a gun. I was just saying that guns are inherently dangerous," he clarified. He still didn't come out from behind the tree yet.
Rolling her eyes, Wynonna crossed her eyes and said, "I'm not gonna bite kid, unless you ask real nicely. Although not sure I can say the same for you..."
He slid out from behind the tree, though he remained leaning on it. "I don't bite," he said. "Unless you deserve it," he said, figuring he'd throw out something similar to what she said. "And it depends on the form, I guess. I wouldn't bite someone with my human teeth. I guess, unless I really had to." He scratched his head. "This is a weird topic. Let's talk about something else."
"So, can you turn into anything?" Wynonna asked, eying him.
"Any animal," Gar said, figuring that clarification was worth it. "Dinosaurs, too. But don't expect it to be anything but green," he added. "It's always green." Because, well, he was green. It just stood to reason. "Chameleons included. Which makes shifting into chameleon form kinda lame."
"A non-color changing chameleon--I could see how that would be less than ideal," Wynonna agreed, checking out her green counterpart. "Now dinosaurs, that's way more my speed."
"Yeah? They're fun," he said, shrugging. "But they tend to scare people, so I don't do 'em often," he said. He'd given his father quite the fright, once. And he'd heard no end to it afterward. It had kind of soured the experience.
"Now what's the point of hiding something as awesome as that?" Wynonna shook her head, still not used to how other people think. A dinosaur was freakin' awesome, not scary.
"Because people get too scared?" Gar asked, as if maybe she hadn't heard him right. "Most people think dinosaurs are extinct. And, I mean, they are." With a few sort-of-exceptions, like crocodiles and stuff like that, but that was besides the point. Most people meant things that had gone extinct long ago when they said 'dinosaurs.'
"But they're so cool," Wynonna whined like that excused it all, because in her mind it did. This school had people who could turn into FREAKING DINOSAURS. How fucking awesome was that?
"Yeah, but that isn't, like, y'know. A reason to go around scaring people," Gar said. "People already have bad ideas about mutants," he said. "No reason to give them more reason to be scared of us."
Pussies. Still though, Wynonna felt stoked at the idea that she was going to school with a dinosaur. Purgatory High ain't got nothing on this. "Still though...you never just want to let out a good ol' rawr?"
"Not really. There's plenty of other cool things to turn into," he pointed out. "Birds are fun, because, well, flying is fun. And bird calls are fun, too."
Flying could be cool, Wynonna couldn't help but think. But she's not sure that bird calls would be 'fun'. "What else can you do?"
"Just... shapeshift," Gar said, blinking at her. "Any animal. You name it, I can turn into it. Not that I'll want to, necessarily, mind," he added. "Just... y'know. Animals."
"So like...if you wanted to be a bear, you could be a bear?" Wynonna asked, tilting her head curiously. "Except I guess you'd be green, huh?"
"Yep. That's pretty much the only limit I've found. It's always green."
"Huh..." Wynonna thought about it and decided that a green bear wouldn't be so cool. That sucked he was stuck with just the one color. His power would be so much cooler if only he wasn't just green.
"What happens if you dye your hair?"
"I..." What a weird question. "I have no idea," he confessed.
Wynonna nodded, her curiosity for the moment abated. She figured on a trip into the city she could snag some hair dye and 'help' him find out.
Look at her being all scientific and shit--Waverly would be proud. "So you've gotta practice out here? Or do you just like to?"
"People tend to think animals don't belong indoors," Gar said. "So I try to respect peoples' spaces. And besides, if I feel like flying, it's better to do it outside, isn't it?"
"Makes sense. I should probably practice my shooting out here," Wynonna acknowledged, looking around at the grounds. She could make this work. After all, daddy taught Willa out on the Homestead. Wouldn't be much different.
"You should practice your shooting where you won't hit anyone," Gar said, correcting her. "You might hit someone out here. Guns are really really dangerous." It was like she didn't know!
"Well yeah," Wynonna answered with an eye-roll. Who did this kid think he was? "Thanks for telling me, I could have never guessed."
"Well, I'm sorry. You didn't make a great impression with whipping a gun out at a freaking kookaburra," he said, frankly.
"I hear a noise, gun appears," Wynonna reiterated, making a gun shape with her fingers and a pew sound as she fake fired. "It's a reaction, jeez."
"But it's not a good reaction," Gar protested. He rolled his eyes at her mimicking shooting a guy. "I dunno why you're so flippant about it."
"It's a life saving reaction. It's not like I shot you or anything," Wynonna retorted. Jesus, this guy was a piece of work. Like he wouldn't whip out his power if he thought he was in danger.
"I mean, I guess there's that," Gar said, blinking at her. She hadn't. She could have, but she hadn't. And that counted for something, he guessed. Still, pulling a gun on someone? Some random animal? Kookaburras weren't even harmful. At least, not from what he'd read.
"Anyway... where are you from?" That might explain a lot, depending.
"Middle of bumfuck nowhere out west," Wynonna answered honestly. "You?"
"Middle of nowhere, central Africa," Gar answered, grinning just a little. "Seems like we've got that in common, at least. Sorta."
"How'd you end up here?" Wynonna asked curiously--that was quite a distance to travel just based on word of mouth.
"I, uh. Got adopted," he said, simply. It was much easier than telling the whole truth. "And then I wound up here. So I was in the States for awhile, before I came here," he clarified further.
Wynonna cocked an eyebrow at that, but left it at that. Everybody had their skeletons after all. Humor was always her go to defense, and seemed like a good fallback in this case. "New York pizza living up to all the hype?"
"There's hype about it?" Gar asked, clearly out of the loop on that bit.
"Yeah, you know--New York style pizza and all that jazz," Wynonna answered with her brow creased. Now this guy didn't know pizza? Suspicious.
"I mean, pizza's good," Gar said. "I mean, at least the vegan options I've tried for it, around here." Not many places had vegan options, still. Which was disappointing.
Wynonna tried, and probably failed, to not make a face at the word vegan. Was it even still really pizza if it was vegan? The cheese was like half the fun! "That's uh...interesting."
"What, vegan options?" Gar asked. "Are... are you interested in that sort of thing?" Or was he losing the thread of this conversation again.
"I'm sorry, but I'm pretty actively not interested in that sort of thing," Wynonna admitted with a shrug and an (hopefully) apologetic grin. Waverly, last Wynonna had heard, was trying to be a vegetarian, because she's a bleeding heart like that. But Wynonna herself was pretty pro-meat, and was definitely pro-dairy.
"No, I get it," Gar said. "I openly admit the only reason I don't eat animal stuff is 'cause I've been a lot of animals," he said. "I'd love to have a moral high horse or something, but... I don't." He shrugged.
Wynonna nodded, glad he wasn't lecturing her or something. That would not be her ideal afternoon.
"Anyway. I guess I'll let you get back to your walk?" Gar offered, since the conversation seemed to die out. "I'll try not to surprise you anymore. Just, y'know. If you see any green animals around, it's me."
"And I'll try not to shoot any green animals," Wynonna offered back with a nod of the head. She didn't really want to interrupt his practice time anymore anyways. Walking backwards back towards the mansion, she added, "But I do want to see a dinosaur sometime!"
"You will!" Gar promised, grinning at her. "I'll make it super impressive. Just for you." When he said it, it wasn't in a condescending way, but in an earnest promise. If she wanted to see a dinosaur, he'd have to think about the best way to impress her.
"I do like to be impressed," Wynonna called back with a slight smirk. She wasn't sure what to make of the dude, but hey, who could argue with a dinosaur just for her entertainment?
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