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| Keep it Cool; Tag: Bobby | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 7 2012, 08:48 PM (419 Views) | |
| Logan | Jun 7 2012, 08:48 PM Post #1 |
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May 20 Immediately after The Hollow and during The Start of Insurgency Logan opened the door that led out onto the roof. It had been a good walk up to the top from the War Room, but Bobby's scent was pretty easy to follow. He had known the kid for quite a while, so there were few others that he had grown to appreciate. Even with his sense of humor and his ill timed remarks, Logan still loved the guy. Maybe love was the wrong word to use, but there wasn't another one he could think of to describe a family member. Bobby had been through some tough shit lately, with Hartley dying. It was the least he could do to talk to him and help Bobby regain some focus. That shouldn't be hard, considering the Skrull ships that were hovering over head. If there was anyone to blame, it was them... an revenge was best served cold. "Bobby," Logan called, his boots crunching along the gravel roof as he made his way towards his young friend. Bobby was the only one that had been with him every moment since they had arrived in New York. They had come here with the intentions of seeing their girls, getting some supplies, and being back in Utopia within a few days. This trip turned out to be much longer than that. "You doin' alright?" he asked as he walked to the ledge where Bobby stood. Logan couldn't help but to look up towards the ships again. He knew that Bobby saw them, but who knew what was going through the young man's head. What did he say to make things better? There was nothing he could. Clearing his throat, he knew that he would have to try either way. "The team is in the War Room, suitin' up," Logan started, leaning on the safety railing that went around the perimeter of the rooftop. He still didn't look over to his friend, but instead looked down to the city below. For now, it still seemed peaceful enough. He knew that wouldn't last long. "War is about to start yet again, and here comes us X-men to save the day," he said, then extended his elbow out to gently nudge Bobby. "But we need our Iceman, bub. Think you can come help me keep these younger ones out of trouble? Maybe pay Hartley back in the process, too." |
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| Bobby Drake | Jun 8 2012, 02:39 AM Post #2 |
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Bobby leaned on the safety rail, looking outward and at the ships in the sky. The invasion. It was happening, and the iced mutant just didn’t give a damn anymore. He’d only just found out about Hart’s death, and it was tearing him up inside. He wanted to lay on some hurt, deliver the same pain he felt on the inside. He loved her she was his everything. And now she was gone. He closed his eyes and could see her face, he swore sometimes he even heard her voice. It turned out to be one of the girls in the hall outside his room, which was what made him move to the roof. He had a lot to think about. A lot to decide on. With all of this crap going on, he really wished he just took her away to some remote location in Alaska when she got back from her last trip. Left everything behind and just spend it with her, forgetting everything. He looked down, closed his eyes, and shook his head. Bobby knew deep down it never would have happened. They were too important to just pick up and leave. They had duties to uphold, purposes to fulfill. He would miss her badly though. The iced mutant heard the door that lead to the roof and Logan talking to him. He asked if he was doing all right, to which he replied plainly, clearly, and simply, “Nope. Not doing alright at all.” At least he recognized it. Logan continued that the others were suiting up, war was starting, the X-Men needed to save the day, and that they needed him. Help to keep the young ones out of trouble, and pay Hart back in the process. “Pay Hartley back…” He repeated his words. He gave a short chuckle and half a smile, “I gotta say… that thought does appeal to me.” He nodded. He turned to face inward, his back to the city. Looking at the door that would lead them inside, Bobby sighed and paced away from the feral. “I don’t think we have the same payback in mind though. For the first time Logan. I really, desperately want to hurt someone.” He was a few more feet away from the Knucklehead, looking at him, and lowered his arms. “I don’t think I’m supposed to feel this way.” He looked at the door again and sighed, “But… we’ve got a mission.” He raised his hand towards the door and let his power flow. Trapping Logan on the roof with him. He looked back at Logan with yellow eyes. He tilted his head slightly and gave a small smile before saying, “Yeah.” He quickly reached his hand out to freeze Logan’s legs, thighs, and the lower part of his body in solid, absolute zero, ice. “Sorry ‘bub’. You were fighting a losing battle before you even knew what hit you.” He was prepared for the onslaught of words from the loquacious Canadian feral. |
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| Logan | Jun 10 2012, 01:58 AM Post #3 |
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Logan nodded and gave Bobby a pat on the back at the young man turned to head inside. He took a moment longer to look up towards the ships and then he turned to follow Bobby down. To his dismay, the entire roof was in the process of being frozen and turned into a winter wonderland. The young man that he had known for quite a few years changed and Logan raised a hand up to his head, running his fingers through his hair in disbelief. He took a deep breath, knowing full well that he would have to move fast, but to be honest this was unexpected. If there was anyone that he had faith in up to this point, it was Bobby. The kid had come with him from Utopia, after all. Oh God... they are in Utopia already, Logan thought, immediately fearing the worst. Someone should have come from Utopia for them already. That had to be pushed aside though, at least for now. At the moment, it was time to take down a Skrull that had either killed or taken his friend. SNI----- "ARRRHH!" Logan snarled suddenly as he had began to move forward. His claws only managed to come about halfway out before getting caught in the ice. Yes, they could usually cut through it, but his hands had completely gotten caught in the sudden ice blast along with the rest of his lower body. Logan grit his teeth in pain and his eyes snapped up towards the Skrull, his skin flushing red and veins bulging from his neck, arms and forehead. Though he could no longer feel his lower extremities, the portion of his body that was at the halfway point was going through hell. Unfortunately, his healing factor did little to stop the pain from a flash freezing. "You..." Logan said, bowing his head and taking several deep breaths in order to summon the strength to talk. Just like getting hit with a sudden splash of cold water, it had knocked the wind out of him. "...I should have known. I didn't want to think it was you," he managed to say, then raised his head up to look the Skrull in the eye. He was effectively stuck. If he managed to work his claws through the ice, then he'd still have to deal with actually getting to the Skrull. Hell, before he even got free, the Skrull could freeze him over again. Nope... no sense in fighting this one. Just going to die tired. "Guess that's what I get," Logan said, fully expecting to die. Hell, he didn't know if he could survive being completely frozen. Captain America had, sure... but those were different circumstances and the freeze probably wasn't quite as thorough as Iceman was capable of. No, in no time at all, Logan would be a popsicle. Despite this knowledge, Logan smiled and even let out a strange chuckle. "Guess I should have taken on Creed one last time at that bar," he told the Skrull, looking towards him with a strange smile on his face. It quickly faded into a look of hate and anger, though. Not willing to die as a coward, Logan's claws retracted into his forearms and then extended again, shattering the ice and breaking his arms free. He then swung at the ice around his legs, attempting to break himself loose. "Do your worst, motherfucker! If I get to you first I'm rippin' out your god damn spine!" |
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| Bobby Drake | Jun 10 2012, 03:09 AM Post #4 |
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JP between 'Bobby' and Logan “Oh Logan. Logan. Logan. Just how I’d expect you to react.” He reached over and froze his left arm in solid ice. “I’m actually pretty surprised myself. I was worried for a moment that you would have pegged me after the Blackbird.” He smirked and reached up to scratch his chin. “Or the War Room…” He sighed and looked up at the ships, “Or shortly after June 30, 2011.” He looked down at the feral to gauge his reaction. Logan grunted as his left arm was suddenly encased in ice, claws and all. The sudden weight made him drop his arm to his side and he winced with the pain that came along with it. Alright... goin' to be slow eh? He could deal with that... right? Logan's breathing became more labored and he narrowed his eyes back upon the Skrull. He could hear the Skrull's voice and he could understand, but forming sentences of his own was becoming hard. Words came to mind, but mostly, he just felt anger bubbling up inside. Wolverine exhaled slowly one more time and looked down towards the ground, the pain of being slowly frozen tormenting his entire body. Saliva came to the edge of his mouth and froze before it could fall. But the Skrull still spoke. June 30, 2011. Logan shook his head, attempting to stay with it. "Since then?" he managed to ask, his throat dry and his voice raspy. He rolled his head back and allowed his eyes to remain focused upon the Skrull. They were bloodshot red, without a speck of white left in the sclera. His mouth cracked open to show a fanged smile, his canines appearing slightly larger than usual. "If you want to kill... me..." Logan said sluggishly, then fell silent, his head dropping back down so that his chin rested on his chest. Pain and rage continued to bubble within him. The feral understood, it made the Skrull smirk, “Yep. Now you’re getting it. Nearly a year went by and no one noticed. I’m better than any Oscar winner ever.” Logan started to speak. “Kill you? If I thought that I would have frozen your ass months ago. I seriously doubt your super healing factor would kill you. No, I’m keeping you as my trophy. The big bad Wolverine-“ The Skrull folded his arms, “I honestly expected more of a fight. This is sort of a letdown.” He sighed and shook his head, “It’d shock you to know not everything was a lie.” He immediately shook off what he was going to say and went on with something else, “This has been a long time in the making Logan. And you… the big bad ass feral… I worried about you the most. But even after I rigged the War Room, you still had my back. I’m touched truly. And if I were to visit Bobby’s cell I’d tell him myself. I think we keep his cell nice, warm and cozy. Bobby likes heat right?” It was still talking to him. Wasn't it? Logan managed to look up long enough to see the Skrull's mouth moving, but then he dropped his chin again. Did he say that he was a trophy? What was he again? Wolverine. X-men. Chuck? Logan raised his head yet again, red eyes searching for Xavier. He saw no one but the green guy, saying something about Bobby. Green guy looked like Bobby. "Bobby," Logan repeated the name. It was obvious the cold had slowed his thought processes down, along with everything else. Being partially made of metal had its disadvantages, since metal convected heat and cold pretty well. He dropped his head again, fighting against the pain while trying to think back to what Charles had taught him. No... he wasn't an animal. He was Logan. And he was being held here by a Skrull like the ones on television. "You're not goin' to win," he mumbled, but inside his mind he was fighting a battle. Chuck... I can't stop it... “Oh god… this is pathetic… I expected a little bit more of a challenge.” He walked toward Logan’s half-frozen side. The feral had no fight in him. Logan was frozen a little bit above his hips, reaching over with his claws would have been both painful and impossible. The frozen side was the safer side. “Hmm...” He shook his head, “So tame. And Logan, we’ve already won.” The Skrull smirked and shrugged his shoulder, “Now the others… they’ll have to wonder where you went to. Easy enough. One by one, everyone will fall. We’re a force you’ve never seen before. It’s just the start.” “Maybe I’ll pay X-F-Investigations a little visit before the takeover is complete. Pay that blonde number you date a visit. Jet was it? I won’t let her suffer though, so you have that at least. Make it quick and easy. Lead her to believe you sent me with a message, and then...” He paused, letting his silence finish his sentence. “Because if there’s one thing I know Logan, is that if you really do feel anything for anyone, you get an emotion that you just can’t fake. So when you lose them, it hurts even more.” In his own way, he revealed to Logan that his feelings for Hartley weren’t false. “I’ll make my pain better by taking it out on you… through her. Then, we’ll take over. You’ll live forever in a block of ice knowing that pain. You can barely keep it together now. You lost already, all cause you got a little bit cold.” |
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| Logan | Jun 10 2012, 03:44 AM Post #5 |
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The kid kept talking. He went on about how they had already won and how pathetic he was. But then he happened to mention a name that sparked a nerve and he managed to raise his head again, his frost covered brows narrowing. Jet. Logan wanted to protest and he opened his mouth to, but something closer to a growl emerged from deep in his throat. Even this quickly faded thanks to the pain and the cold. Logan's head dropped again and for a moment, his mind faltered and he dipped out of consciousness. Jet. The name stung his mind. But somehow, some way, it was replaced with another. Rose. Many years ago... James lifted a leg over the saddle of his horse and stepped down, walking to the hitching post out in front of their home. Their home? Rose. She was inside cooking, he could smell it. It hadn't been that long since they had moved here and he had gotten a job in the mines, working hard and growing strong. Men liked him so well that they helped him build a house in town and he lived there with his lover, Rose. It was an unfortunate turn of events. Since they had to flee from Dog, they had to disguise their identities. So instead of living openly as a couple, they pretended to be cousins with no one else in their lives, so the two of them living together had yet to be questioned. It was the times, basically. No one questioned that sort of thing. Family was family, end of discussion. Walking up the front steps, he removed his hand and opened the door. Rose was there to greet him. "James!" she said, wiping her hands off on the apron she wore. Like Jet, she was blonde with wavy hair. A beautiful girl. As James took a step inside and out of sight from anyone who might be out on the streets, she kissed him quickly. "James, I made dumplings. And Mrs Birch gave us a breast from that rooster of hers, so it even has some chicken in it." "Good," James heard himself say. Strangely enough, he felt as if he was watching this through someone else's eyes. "I didn't have much of a lunch," James continued, turning to shut the door. "Hold!" a voice came from outside. James paused and threw a curious glance towards Rose, who gave him a smile and shrugged. Opening the door back, he walked out onto the porch and squinted out into the darkness of the street. "Yea?" "Didn't think you'd get off that easy, did you?" Dog said, stepping up onto the porch and into the light of the lantern. The man had a nasty smile on his face. James looked back inside towards Rose, fear plain as day on his face. Rose had already reacted to the voice and had both hands covering her mouth in horror. "Rose, get! Go out the back!" he cried, just as Dog grabbed him by the neck and threw him out into the street. Instead of running, Rose ran to the door and screamed out into the street as the two feral men began to get into an ugly brawl. "Someone help! Oh God, he is going to kill him! JAMES!" she cried, but Jet's voice echoed throughout Logan's mind as she cried his name. Not so long ago... "Dr. Cornelius," a man said. His voice sounded distant as if through a tunnel. No... through water. "Adamantium has been implanted and Weapon X is not rejecting it. Sir... it is a success." "Excellent," Cornelius replied. At least, that was who it was assumed to be. "I want a blood sample taken to lab now that his skeleton is fused. We need to report our findings quickly and let them know that Weapon X is a success... Dr. Reidhart, it is about time." "I know... I will open the champagne tonight, believe me. I have lost many nights of sleep and my wife will be glad to know that I will be around more often," Reidhart replied, obvious cheer in his voice. "Doctor, you know that we have more on our plates. It doesn't stop here. Look at him," Cornelius said. "The perfect specimen. Imagine what we can do with what we have learned from him?" "Do you think..." Reidhart started, pausing suddenly. "Doctor, do you see that on the monitor? Is he awake? His brain activity just spiked." "Impossible," Cornelius replied, and footsteps could be heard as the man walked closer. "But lets get some more sedatives in him, just in case." "Oh god, look," Reidhart said. "His eyes are open. Weapon X... he is awake!" Now... "You can barely keep it together now. You lost already, all cause you got a little bit cold," the Skrull finished saying. Whatever message it was trying to relay about the feelings it had were lost upon Logan's ears. For a moment, the feral was completely gone, lost in a haze of pain and anger. "Weapon X... he is awake!" The words moved through his mind, echoing along with the Skrull's words, blending together into something incomprehensible. With his head still hanging there, Logan's eyes snapped open and a primal urge took over his mind as he was awakened by the pain of being half frozen. The rage filled to the brim and suddenly, Weapon X was awake. As if the pain was nothing, Weapon X suddenly raised his head and looked towards the Skrull. He lifted his right leg, shattering the ice, and then stomped down onto the ground with enough force to shatter both the ice and his frozen flesh. Didn't matter. With a sudden burst of speed, Weapon X threw a blazing fast haymaker towards the Skrull with his frozen hand with the no intention other than killing him. The ice on that hand shattered in the process and then Weapon X jumped forward, completely breaking free from his ice prison. Stumbling forward a bit as he landed due to his limbs being frozen solid, he whipped around towards the Skrull again. Really, he was doing more harm to his body, for every movement he made, his flesh split and tore. Blood would have already been flowing freely, but even that was frozen. Weapon X held his claws out in front of him and took in a deep breath, rage warming his body as he exhaled a mighty roar. "RAAARRRR!" the feral cried at such a volume that people down on street level were probably capable of hearing it. Then, with no regard whatsoever for his own physical condition, Weapon X rushed forward on all fours and lunged at the Skrull, six adamantium claws leading the way as he intended on plunging them deep into the alien's body and ripping it to shreds. |
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| Bobby Drake | Jun 10 2012, 04:20 AM Post #6 |
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Wow. Well this was a change of events. The Skrulls eye widened as he turned to look at him. There was definitely something different in them. He started to shatter the ice. “Oh fuck.” He took several steps back, this man was no longer a man. This was the definition of ‘feral’. “Here’s the animal I’ve heard so much about.” He looked gruesome. His frozen limbs, his claws, his entire appearance, this was the stuff he learned about during his almost year stay with the X-Men. This was the type of fight he expected from the Canadian. He continued to take a few steps back looking at the feral. Until he heard that cry. “Holy shit…” The launch towards him made the Skrull raised his arm and freeze as fast as he could. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!” The feral kept moving. He waited for the inevitable claw in the face and closed his eyes continuing to freeze. Seconds pass. Then a minute. “Wait…” The Skrull looked up with his yellow eyes, and saw the claws just shy from touching his face. “Whew. Close call.” He moved away from the claws and saw the ugly mug that nearly killed him. He tilted his head inward to look face to face with Logan. He tapped the back of his hand over his face, raising his voice so Logan could possibly hear, maybe, “Hey! Logan! In order to keep up with appearances…! Why so blue?!” He had to shout, to make sure he would be heard. He started to walk away. Heading towards the door, the Skrull’s eyes changed back as he broke the ice. He opened the door and walked through, getting his head back in the game. “That was fucking close.” Thoughts went through his head. Plans of action he thought about taking next. ‘Bobby’ ran his hand through his hair, scratched the back of his neck, and sighed. Even with everything that happened, the pain in his heart was still there from losing her… Time to share his pain with the other X-Men. [End Thread] |
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