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| Topic Started: Mar 28 2010, 03:22 PM (534 Views) | |
| Wolverine(Matt) | Mar 28 2010, 03:22 PM Post #1 |
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16:42 March 27th 2010 He was back. After nearly two months of traipsing around the country looking for answers to annoyingly vague questions, Logan had found himself chasing his tail. Again. He buried his left hand in his pocket and pulled it back out, opening it to look at the contents: a data card and a key. According to its previous owner, the card had been made to fit specially designed drivers meant to read it, but he conveniently didn't have one of those. So, Logan had to hit the road looking for one, with nothing more than a flimsy rumor of where it could be. After weeks of pointless searching and intense interrogation, he felt he was being given the runaround. The key, however, was too nondescript to track down the lock it opened; it was slightly smaller than a house key... could have been for a safety deposit box or an airport locker. Sniffing it like a dog for half an hour hadn't given Logan any clues, nor did its owner confess where it had come from, despite leaving him one eye so he could see what the feral was doing to him. The guy hadn't even known why it looked as if the ID tag stamped on it had been purposefully worn down. The only thing he could do now was store it with the ring he'd found – a simple gold band with an inscription on the inside that had been almost completely removed. Logan had been able to make out what looked like a lowercase 't'... or maybe it was a cross. Shaking his head, Wolverine grabbed the side of his duffel bag and unzipped a side pocket; he pulled apart what looked like a fake seam and slid the card and the key inside the hidden compartment. Zipping back up the bag, he coasted up to the keypad beside the gate and punched in a code. It hadn't been changed yet, which Logan was both annoyed and slightly pleased with. Still... it was overdue for a change, and he'd get on it pretty quick. Logan nudged the door to the garage entrance shut with his foot, looking around to see a few kids wandering around going to grab some chow or head to a class... who knows. Some of them greeted him with a tentative 'Hey Mr. Logan' while others managed to stay just far enough away to avoid saying anything to the feral without coming off rude. Logan headed down the hallway with his duffel slung over his shoulder, intent on heading up stairs and throwing his things on his bed before getting a bite to eat and checking in with Grey-Summers or Jeanie or Jono. Then he'd hunt down Hank or Doug and talk to them about data retrieval. He hated to admit it, but week after week of trying to get the information himself off the card, he needed the help. |
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| Emma Frost | Mar 29 2010, 01:32 AM Post #2 |
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She had been mentally tracking the feral the last few miles of his journey. He had returned to the mother ship like they all did. Typical Logan venturing off to god knows where doing god knows what but always speeding in at the last moment before Armageddon rained down. Perhaps that was a part of his power set as well, the ability to sense when he was needed, or maybe he just needed their help before he was off to a non-disclosed locale again. The man treated Xaviers like it was his own damn Hilton Suites, all the amenities with none of the responsibilities. Wait that wasn't fair. He had pulled his share of the weight, even more then she had, but fair didn't seem to matter much anymore. With Scott and his new personality adjustment and most of the senior team running around like undisciplined brats trying to put the man back together with Crayola scissors and Elmer's paste it had fallen on her to keep things in order. But while she was great at instilling fear in the rebellious youth and keeping the students on track when it came to real world dilemmas Emma Frost needed the X-men or more importantly the muscle behind the X-men. They needed someone who wouldn't molly cuddle and pace around Scott like he was the only problem in existence. They needed someone to keep the order and the structure, and to kick some ass when the call came. Now that Logan had returned the position was filled again. The man was no captain but he was a force, and that was what they needed right now. She headed the man off in the hallways, better he learn of what was happening around from her then one of the lower class men. In typical White Queen fasion she said hello the only way she knew how. "God, Logan you smell like the last reststop on the highway to hell, Just what have you been up to on your secretive escapades. On second thought scratch that we have bigger problems around. While you were off doing who knows what, someone has been playing with the mind of our fearless leader, and lets just say the boy scout has become the bad boy. Actually he seems to be acting a lot like you do, only minus the surround sound smell o gram." She filled the feral in on Scott's change, on Jeans concern, on the teams lack of ability to solve what had happened. Then she waited to see how the man known for his reactions more then his conversation would take the news. With Logan you never could tell, even as a mind reader you never knew what the feral was capable of. |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | Mar 29 2010, 02:45 AM Post #3 |
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He came to a halt a few feet from the blond and dropped the duffel bag at his feet, “You'd know all about that truckstop, wouldn't ya, Emms. Probably slept with more'n half the boys in there.” Emma Frost... as pretty as her first name and as cold as the second. He didn't hate the girl; on the contrary, they actually had a lot in common when he took a moment to think about it. Both of them could be extremely pragmatic compared to some of the others at the school, and each found themselves teaching the bright stars of tomorrow despite their not-so-noble pasts. Still... she was a slippery, conniving she-devil with the kind of assets that only money could buy and used each and every one of them to their full advantage. She schemed and planned and maneuvered, and that annoyed the hell out of Logan, who had always been more of a straight-shooter. Lies and a careful turn of phrase were her specialties, while he was more of a 'kill first search the bodies for names and numbers later' kind of guy. They simply spoke a different language. As he listened to Emma fill him in on the events since he left the school, Logan's eyebrows crept down more and more until there was a prominent scowl on his face... not all that unusual. Scott Grey-Summers was accusing them of laying traps for them, forgetting all about the little love affair he had with the Blackbird, and suddenly giving everyone attitude? He thought something felt off as he walked in the door. “You tellin me,” he replied after Emma had finished her story, “that Slim's lost it under the watch of three high-class telepaths? Slippin, ain't ya, girl?” Of course, Shadow X was the first thing to come to mind. Jean might seem concerned and suspicious of how her husband was acting, but that didn't stop Logan from checking. “You watchin Jeannie? You know they're pretty close. Could be lookin at another round of whatever got hold of 'em two years ago. That cross your mind?” |
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| Emma Frost | Mar 31 2010, 03:46 AM Post #4 |
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"Don't flatter yourself darling, I only turn over for satin sheets" she answered him back when he made his jab about the truckstop and her volatile love life. The man was crass and brute, and a far cry from what anyone would call a gentleman but then by most standards few would call her a lady so there was little need to lecture each other on dynamics and morals. In fact that lack of regard for such things probably made Logan the most relatable person to herself amongst the band of saints and kid scouts that composed the X-men. The feral had blood on his claws, the kind that ran deep like a river with no end or start. His recollections and memories had long since been lost, but it was there in everything about him. He was a killer, that was his nature. How he rose above that was his character. She could commend that, that was a lesson she was learning well herself. “You tellin me,“that Slim's lost it under the watch of three high-class telepaths? Slippin, ain't ya, girl?“You watchin Jeannie? You know they're pretty close. Could be lookin at another round of whatever got hold of 'em two years ago. That cross your mind?” She met his sarcasm with her own, a natural resource that was as strong in her as any power genetics had given. She had learned words were weapons long ago. Even if the feral had razor claws Emma had a razor tongue, not as deadly but just as sharp. She allowed Logan to continue on his journey, accompanying him whether he had asked for her person to tag along or not. "No, such an idea never crossed my mind. Thank you for showing up and solving it all, perhaps next you'll point out that it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the candlestick. Of course we have went over Shadow X, this is different Logan. This isn't like before or even like what happened with the Inhuman Maximus, Scott hasn't been reduced to a basic angry power driven self. He claims to be someone entirely different, a new persona named Ruby of all things, who was a master thief along with being just a crude man, though it takes a lot to make me blush. As for Jean I'll be sure and pay extra attention while we paint each other's toe nails and exchange all the gossip of the school. You know the divine miss Grey-Summers reviles me, a feeling I am quite glad to say I share, but no Jean isn't threatening to go off the deep end at least not like that, though the look on her face when he calls her Marvel is something Kodak couldn't capture. Whatever has done this to Scott has done a impeccable job, best I've ever seen, and you would know about good brainwashes yourself wouldn't you Wolverine." She eyed the feral with the metallic skeleton up and down almost clinically. "Yes, so much locked away.., but a mystery for another day perhaps. Right now, we need to find out whats behind 'The Curious Case of Scott Summers', and in the mean time while fearless leader is playing patient, it looks like your brute force of the team. I have a hunch if anything can shake Scott back into that visored head of his it's hearing you'll be running the X-men. If that doesn't bring him back screaming I don't know what will" |
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| Lucius Edwards | Mar 31 2010, 04:41 AM Post #5 |
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Just another day that was going by without any incidents worth mentioning, Luc was by all accounts having a good day. With his energy levels kept in check after an intense work out session at the gym the Brit was ready to take a shower before checking up on the garage just to make sure everything was up to his standards. His work place had nothing to do with his internal conflict and was kept in pristine conditions at all times. This had been attained very early in his life, Edwards was a man who took his job very seriously. Despite his outward appearance which was intentional, meant to drive most people away from him he liked to have his things as tidy as possible. His room was a perfect example of this aspect of him as well, as he walked inside he started to undress and place the dirty clothes on the basket near the desk. Looking around one would say he was sort of a clean freak, although he would argue against it just for the sake of it. As he took a bath towel from his closet he wrapped it around his waist and walked towards the bathroom although on the way he turned on the radio placed on a small trunk close to the door. Lucius liked his music, especially since if soothed him greatly and was a way of venting out at times. He didn’t even bother to put any specific CD or song, instead just heading inside since he wanted to hurry and be done with his chores. His shower didn’t take long, his mind distracted with Evanescence which was playing on the radio outside the bathroom. All in all a good twenty minutes and the British man was already wearing a new set of clothes and turned off the music. Luc felt good about himself, heading out for the garage in his jeans and t-shirt as if he was going outside for a stroll or something. On a Saturday and he had nothing to do later on, what an annoyance it was to him. He needed to start saving to get a car of his own, he wasn’t too keen on borrowing anyone’s vehicle at all. A good bottle of whiskey would have made his day entirely but finding one in a school was unlikely and if there was, he sure as hell had no idea where it could be. As he walked down the stairs he noticed a group of students heading the other way and for the first time he looked right at them. “Afternoon,” he said without even thinking about it. A second later he wondered what the bloody hell had he just done, it was completely against his nature to do so but he felt oddly at ease at the time. Perhaps he was slowly getting more accepting of his surroundings and the people around him, which was good but it still surprised him to see it happening right before his very eyes. The moment he turned around the corner though he bumped into someone and fell silent for a second just looking at the scene. He had never seen this person and beside him was Ms Frost, “This can’t be good,” he thought to himself. |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | Apr 1 2010, 01:28 AM Post #6 |
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Eyes still glued to Frost, Logan jerked his bag off the ground and swung it back over his shoulder as he continued in the direction of his room. He filed away every word that came out of Emma's mouth, turning them over in deep thought as he strode down the hall. Something powerful enough to sneak past Jeannie, Emma, and Chuck? Calling the concept disturbing was putting it mildly. Charlie was the best, Red had trained like a dog under the best, and Blondie had to become a telepathic heavyweight or end up dead. Not to mention that Cyclops wasn't exactly a pushover; he was one of the most strong-willed individuals Wolverine had ever met, and despite the gaping holes in his memory, that meant something. "Yes, so much locked away.., but a mystery for another day perhaps.” Logan matched her gaze with a wary one of his own. He'd been tempted to approach Emma before about helping him unlock some of his memories, but had always hesitated. For one, Xavier had tried on numerous occasions only to end the session with more questions and absolutely no answers. It was anyone's guess as to whether his mind was just that fucked up or there had been some psychic shields put into place by god knows who. If Chuck couldn't do it, then there wasn't much hope left for Emma. Still... Though she was no Charles Xavier, Emma Frost would be a fresh pair of eyes, and sometimes that was all a person needed to find the beginning of a string of answers. The only other problem was that she was Emma fucking Frost. In some ways, she reminded Wolverine of himself, and that completely put him off the idea of letting her in his head. Jean wasn't even an option. Not when... “Trust me, Emma,” Logan growled, “You don't wanna read my mind. If you're bored, get a damn People Magazine.” As for leading the team, he'd done it before when Scott was unavailable, but it had always been reluctantly. In this case, he could see why Jean wouldn't pick up the slack... her husband's cheese had slid off his cracker. But Wolverine and Jean weren't the only others with the chops to lead the troops. “In case you ain't noticed, I just got back in. 'Ro missin or–” His words were cut short as he nailed someone who had come barreling around the corner with his shoulder. Logan immediately grabbed the man's forearm and glared up at him, thinking for half a second that it had been some damn kid in a hurry to piss his life away on a video game, but realized in almost no time that the guy was a bit too old to fit the damn kid part... physically anyway. “Hey bub, you wanna watch where yer goin?” |
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| Emma Frost | Apr 1 2010, 09:15 PM Post #7 |
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" Ohh darling, I have little interest in that conundrum of a brain of yours. When you want my help you'll come to me. I'll suggest starting with please." Emma let the topic of Logan's locked memories drop in the air. it was no secret both Jean and Charles had poured over the man's armored recollections. Someone had worked very hard to weave the tapestry that was Wolverine now. Why they had done it and What he had done during it was a mystery that may stretch the very length of time. For now they had to deal with the present, and let the past continue to stay in the past. “In case you ain't noticed, I just got back in. 'Ro missin or–” The Feral's words were interrupted by the presence and body of another new member of the staff. Emma fealty the urge to sigh as instantly the machoism was broken out and she waited as the typical pissing contest would begin. It would fall on her to make the introductions. What joy. "Logan this is our new mechanic Lucius Edwards, Lucius this is one of the senior team I'm sure you've heard about, Wolverine. Perhaps the only other person around more known for their gruff manner then you. Now boys lets just not and say we did. Save the cock walk for the Danger Room okay for the moment we all have more pressing things to worry about." She eyed the two men coldly. They had no time for a testament of who could be the baddest bad ass of Xaviers, and for the record she could solve that riddle real quick. The answer quote simply was her. Telepathically she spoke to the feraled X-man. Before his temper gave way, and they had to call in cleaning to whip up another mess in the just reupholstered hallways. ::Play nice with the newbies Logan. You have an example to set.:: "Is there something I can help you with Lucius? We're a bit misplaced from the garage aren't we darling?" |
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| Lucius Edwards | Apr 3 2010, 01:16 AM Post #8 |
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His hesitation proved to be a bad thing, before he knew it this weirdo was grabbing him by his forearm angrily. He had a crazy look in his eyes too, nothing that Luc hadn’t seen before but in a place like Xavier’s school for mutants, it certainly couldn’t mean anything good. Regardless of it, Edwards wasn’t impressed at all. “Get your fucking hand off me,” he said forcibly shaking this man’s hand off of his forearm. His glare matching this man’s eyes as well. Edwards didn’t say anything else, just standing there looking at this rabid dog straight in the eyes. The best way to deal with a bully was usually to face him head on and Lucius had learned this the hard way. Ms Frost’s words made him look away however, as she began to introduce the stranger as being Logan. His expression didn’t change in any way, instead remaining quite the same with an angry look in his eyes. If there was something he didn’t like were bullies, using their power to gain leverage over others and this Logan seemed too much like one. For what it seemed, this Logan character was actually Wolverine, someone of which he had heard a few stories of. Luc usually didn’t stay for long enough to hear them in their entirety but he had caught the main picture, he was a tough son of a bitch. Now that he had seen him he couldn’t say he was scared at all but appearances could always be deceiving. Edwards didn’t quite understand the conversation about the Danger Room but he shrugged it off since it wasn’t his concern. Then as he had his eyes on the cold calculating woman she spoke with venom in her words, he had a feeling that was normal in her. Lucius paused for a moment, pondering on this entire situation. This was messed up in his eyes. “I don’t believe you can help me with anything, Ms Frost,” he stated with a very stern look on his face. “And I believe this is one of the paths that lead to the garage, so I don’t understand the reasoning for that question,” Lucius added shortly after, wanting to say more but cautious as he was he preferred to let it slide for now. |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | Apr 16 2010, 03:55 AM Post #9 |
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Logan had gone soft. There had been a time where he might have cut this useless piece of gutter trash down to size without even blinking, but as he stared down the taller man who had bumped into him, Logan didn't even unsheathe his claws. A tiny portion of the reason was due to the students who were standing at the end of the hall watching the scene unfold, but the main reason was because Xavier had worked with him for so long to help him control the uncontrollable, animal side that he kept locked away. Emma wanted him to set an example... fine... he'd set a fucking example. “Easy slick,” Logan growled, his glare lessened slightly, “The sweaty, foul-mouthed grump position's already been filled. Just watch where yer goin. There's kids 'round here. Some of 'em explode if you bump into 'em or sprout a few heads. You got eyes. Use 'em.” He gave Emma a quick glance, “And don't mind her. That's just the way she talks. Get worried when she starts bein nice. Means she either wants somethin, and for a gal with as much money as she's got, it usually ain't good.” He looked back at the man in front of him giving him a once over. “Yeah. You'll fit right in.” Without another word he turned away from the man without so much as asking for the man's name or shaking his head. He glanced at Emma, “I don't like him. What's his story?” |
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| Emma Frost | Apr 17 2010, 10:40 PM Post #10 |
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Men were so less refined then women. It served no wonder that in a world that had existed for thousands of years to look to the history books the greatest examples of pillaging and plundering and just outright displays of brutism for the sake of brutism belonged to the less fair of the species. The two barely more then primates before her engaged in their spectacle, and the whole thing bore her. The fist or should she say claw was powerful, but the mind, now that was the greatest weapon. how much more could get accomplished if they all fought with the greatest weapon instead of the thickest one. “…And I believe this is one of the paths that lead to the garage, so I don’t understand the reasoning for that question,” "Not exactly surprised at that darling. I was merely pointing out that occupationally this area is no ground you need to piss on to mark, but as we do have an open door policy your free to come and go as you wish. I would only suggest to both of you a bit more caution in regards to your overzealous bravado. We are a school after all, not a beer and brawl fest. Surprising when you consider the likes we appear to be taking in, but I digress. If this concludes our rendezvous then off you go Lucius. I believe my Mercedes is beginning to make a noise you might check it out while your handling your tools." As always she kept her voice level and full of ice. With so much going on around them she had little patience for these shenanigans. They all had far greater concerns to deal with then wounded male prides and pissing contest. Play time was over, it was time to get to work. “I don't like him. What's his story?” Logan turned back to her after sizing up the man who had dared to bump into him. She wondered if the feral hadn't been looking for places to attack as opposed to Lucius as a person. With someone like Wolverine it was hard to tell where animal instinct ended and humanity and civility began. But then again people could say the same about her. "Well nothing as stunning as amnesia filled histories, government experimentation, mutant killing squads and unexplainable metallic laced coatings, but I'm sure his mother thinks he's special. How do I know Logan? Maybe he wasn't hugged enough as a child? That sort of touchy feely getting to know you is Jean's forte not mine. I'd rather we handle the problems that actually affect us over the audacity of the mechanic who dared to bump shoulders with the great Wolverine. You Canadians are all the same, ready to fight over who has the largest hockey stick." She sighed in exasperation. Men. "Now unless your wanting advice on a good manicure why don't we sheath the claws dear. Don't need someone bumping into you again and getting a punctured lung as a result. Getting back to the matters at hand. Yes, Scott has gone off the reservation, not crazy mind you. he is rather quite sane, just not how you will remember him, and he isn't the only one…." |
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