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| Night Out; Jet/Logan. (nosey people if they want) | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 14 2017, 01:25 AM (187 Views) | |
| Wolverine | Sep 14 2017, 01:25 AM Post #1 |
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Short Hairy Healing Factor. And claws.
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8/25/2017 18:45 Logan pulled his battered appearing yet perfectly running old jeep up as close as possible to the brownstone without driving into it and slipped out like a shadow. The old man continued to move up the walk gracefully, though with purpose. His actions were somehow furtive, quiet, very different from his normal means. The feral was dressed in dark jeans, cowboy boots, and a black deago shirt, all were clean and in good condition, but far from his usual attire. In one hand was a long skinny object or objects wrapped in brown paper, in the other a book whose title was obscured by his fingers. The short mutant rang the doorbell and waited, too old fashioned to just call the girl he was here to see. Jet Black, an old friend and sometimes more was the reason Logan was at this particular door acting unlike himself. The blonde cheerleader like dame struck an odd chord inside him and he hated leaving such things open ended. He’d asked her on a date, to his surprise she’d said yes and he’d scrambled to make some plans. Honestly he’d expected her to make some excuse or say no and he’d be able to act uninterested and close the door on all this feeling bullshit. Instead he was at Alex’s door like a damn pup. What was next? “Hey ‘Lex, may i take yer daughter on a date? I’ll have her back by midnight, err. 10 pm?” Damn the wild man was losing his grip. Feelings were a hard foe to stab. Knowing that things were seldom quiet in the house of X-Factor, he ran the doorbell again and shuffled the book to the same hand as the parcel, allowing his now free hand to dig out a cigar from above his ear. If a man had to wait, a man could damn well smoke. What was taking so long? He’d told the blasted frail he’d be here at quarter to 7 on the dot and here he was. |
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| Jet Black | Sep 16 2017, 08:26 AM Post #2 |
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To say that Jet was surprised to get a call from Logan to go out was an understatement. For a visit, sure. To talk, maybe but believable. He reached out to her while she was in California during the months she was gone but apart from that, the feral calling to ask her out was a shocker. They had dated some time a long while ago and the blonde wasn't going to reopen that can of worms. Still, he asked, which surprised her completely. He was a punctual guy so she timed it perfectly to be done with some time to spare before he would arrive. As she got ready little Miss Ellie joined her and watched her get ready, as well as jump on her bed. Of course Jet would remind her to be careful, but she didn't have the heart to tell her to stop jumping on the bed. Those sweet little giggles were music to her ears. It was revealed to the little girl that the blonde was getting ready for a night out with the Wolverine and did not approve. At one point, while the Silverlight wasn't looking, Ellie picked up one of her boots and went to hide it. Returning to Jet's room to bounce on her bed for a few more minutes. When she had finished and all she had to do was put on her boots she couldn't find the left one. The X-Factorite looked under her bed, and found nothing. Then she looked behind her door, nothing. Her closet, the bathroom, under her nightstand, all nothing. While on her hands and knees trying to look under the nightstand she asked, “Where is my shoe?” It wasn't until she heard Ellie giggle that it all clicked for Jet. Sitting up and looking at her with a playful smile she asked, “Where's my shoe, you little stinker?” Ellie smiled widely then squealed in excitement as she ran out of the room. “Oh boy.” Jet stood up and went out of her room holding one shoe in her hand and searching for the other. She called out, “Anyone seen my boot?” Her first stop was Ellie's room, best bet for finding her lost sole. Looking along the way for her missing boot. Jet hadn't checked her watch and spent several minutes looking for her shoe. Then she heard the doorbell ring. After cursing in her head she scrambled to find her shoe, finally finding it under Captain's doggy bed. The blonde was trying to put her other boot on and grab her bag while reaching the door. She said a thank you to God for not having her fall and break her neck but she was a few minutes late to opening the door. Once she did she took in a deep breath and smiled, “Hi. I'm sorry. Ellie hid my shoe, then I had to find it. And I would have picked another shoe but-” Jet paused and nodded to herself while saying, “But I am talking way too much about my shoes.” She gave a short laugh, “Do you want to come in for a moment?” The Silverlight offered openly. He was dressed very nicely for the evening. Noticing his cowboy boots she was sure that looking for the boots she was the right choice. Knowing Logan as she did, she suspected they'd go some place where the boots would be needed and yet the ones she had on wouldn't hurt her feet no matter how long she wore them. The blonde took note of the items in his hand, “Whatcha got there, Logan?” Asking as she tucked a bit of her blonde locks behind her ear. |
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| Wolverine | Sep 17 2017, 03:33 AM Post #3 |
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Short Hairy Healing Factor. And claws.
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“Right pair of’ boots can be the difference ‘between getting away in time and losing an arm, I get it darling.” Logan put his cigar back behind his ear, the lady had appeared a moment before he had lit the old, hand rolled cylinder. If he had to choose between some fine Chilean tabac and Jet, well he guessed the lady was a slightly better choice. One thing Logan liked about the dame was rather simple, she was barely taller than he was, a rarity in this day an age. Between cows immersed in hormones and readily available good for you food that people ignored in favor of McDonald’s the modern age was turning everyone into giants. “Less you need me to, I’m not much for crossing thresholds. I know it’s yer place too but in my head this is Lex’s castle and it wouldn’t be quite right to head on in like I owned the joint. Call it being an old fashioned man, but nah, I’ll stay out here. You ready to go or need to powder your nose or whatever? The Jeep’s ready, I’m ready, got places to go and all that.” Logan had never been one for small talk, he tended to keep his mind on getting tasks done and matters closed. Added to that was the simple fact that standing here, chatting up a frail on the doorstep, well it rolled some weird, very old, most likely false memories around in his head. That was just one of the many perks of being him, disjointed memories that could be flat out lies, or implants, or just held no context. A name tried to slip forth, silver…… silver something, but it drifted back into the dark depths of the hairy man’s mind. Jet noticed the package and the book and Logan pressed them into her hands as he watched her move her hand through her hair. That was a sight the feral had seem thousands of times on hundreds of women, but never took for granted. Women were always at their most beautiful when they weren’t trying. “Yeah, got you some things. Maybe makeup for last time or if we’re both real lucky, the start of new times. The book is a more modern translation of Hagakure. I don’t do zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance so I thought maybe giving you a bit of my world would be good for both of us. Had it leatherbound for you, no sentimental engraving crap though. As for the package, that’s for later. Unwrap it after we’re done if it goes well, toss it somewhere if it don’t, deal?” Logan cleared his throat and took a step back, gesturing to his jeep as cover. The Canadian wild man really wasn’t one for feelings, he didn’t like them, they made things messy. He had them, sometimes, but with the exception of honor and rage, well they hadn’t done much for him in his too long life. “You want picnic or bar first? I guess i have to give the lady some choice.” |
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| Jet Black | Sep 19 2017, 08:37 AM Post #4 |
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Jet should have known better, on some level she probably did. Logan wasn't the come in and chit chat type. Never was, and that was okay. Even if she flat out knew the answer she still would have invited him into her home. She shook her head when he asked if she needed to powder her nose. Hopefully she didn't look like she had needed it, perhaps she'd sneak a peak while in the car to double check her face. Usually the Silverlight kept her makeup light and natural looking, but who knows maybe she sweated some out while looking for her boots. Then again, the feral was the blunt type and he most likely didn't mean to imply she needed makeup. If the Wolverine wanted to insult you, you'd know it. So Jet didn't take it personally. Looking at each item as he described them to her she felt it was a peculiar choice in gifts. Not that she was complaining, or was going to complain. He put a lot of thought into what he brought with him. Just as long as he wasn't expecting her to be a samurai. The blonde was sure as shit she wouldn't be a good one. But there was an odd type of beauty in all of it, even in the blades and knives they used. Not that she'd use them, it was okay for others if that was their deal, but for her not a chance. Any interest she might have had was squashed years ago. The book was beautifully bounded in leather, but as he explained that there was no sentimental crap engraved in it she gave a short chuckle. The X-Factorite looked forward to reading the book. Truly. When he continued about the package she quirked a brow upward, “Okay, deal. And thank you. That was very thoughtful of you. I can't wait to read it and see what's in the package.” He made a motion toward his jeep and gave her the option for a picnic or a bar first. She had no idea if he meant a literal picnic or not. Even if he did, she wasn't worried. They could set up an actual picnic in the middle of central park at night and she wouldn't even break a sweat. She could defend herself that was sure enough, but Logan didn't play around. Especially if it came to a fight, he was the best at what he did after all. After thinking for a few quick moments Jet spoke, “Well normally I'd go for grub first, but knowing you I am perfectly fine with hitting a bar first.” She'd known the feral man for years. Had the date been with someone she didn't know all that well, food would have been first. That way she could keep her head together and if the date wasn't going well, she would go home. The blonde trusted Logan though, he'd earned that long ago. Reflecting on her answer, she paused and after a brief moment nodded her head to confirm her choice, “Yes, I'd like a drink first, please.” Flashing him a warm smile. The blonde spun around and closed the door to the old Brownstone and locking the lock. Turning back to him she finished speaking while adjusting her bag on her shoulder, “I'm ready.” All while keeping her warm smile. |
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| Wolverine | Sep 19 2017, 10:39 PM Post #5 |
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Short Hairy Healing Factor. And claws.
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“The code of bushido and how to apply to your life, regardless of what it is that you do. Ain’t much and I’ve never lived up to it, maybe you’ll fare better.” Logan’s tone turned gruff when discussing his own failings. He was a ronin, a samurai without master, a concept which itself was somewhat dishonorable. He often dealt the first blow or created the fight through antagonism, more blows against was what called perfect. He did not excel in keeping face, sometimes broke his word, the list went on and on yet still he struggled to be what his masters had wished. “Lady wants a drink, lady gets a drink.” The feral climbed up the side of the jeep like it was a jungle gym and popped Jet’s door open before slipping through the vehicle to sit in his own. It was the wild man’s way, he’d open a door for you, pull out a chair for you, knock down some asshole who copped a feel, but he’d expect you to finish the task yourself. Wolverine gave hand up, not handouts. In the back seat of the jeep was a massive cooler with a blanket coiled up tightly next to it. He hadn’t been kidding about the picnic, though the cooler was closed tight enough to make it hard for even his senses to identify its contents. “Iron Horse, NYC. This here YELP! Thingy Sarah had been telling me about says its the best in the city for country dancing. Seeing as we got the boots for it, be a shame to not use them right, eh? Figure you might like something a bit higher class then what usually draws me in.” Logan paused for a moment, as he always did when starting a vehicle, letting his senses sweep around him to detect a (very unlikely) chance that a bomb had been rigged, or the (much more likely) chance of a tail. He didn’t like being followed and he was fairly against being blown up. Both situations didn’t seem in the wind so he started the jeep which roared in response. “How’s by you little lady? Been a bit sience Cali. You been keeping Alex in line? Slowing the inevitable rise of the littles and their hostile takeover?” |
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| Jet Black | Sep 22 2017, 11:10 AM Post #6 |
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Logan explained the code of Bushido. It sounded very interesting and she would read into it. Even when his voice got gruff she kept her smile. Jet followed Logan when he climbed up his jeep and opened her door. Once he climbed through to the other side, his seat, she followed behind him. She sat in her seat and buckled in her seat belt. Logan talked about the bar they were going to go to and how he found it. After he mentioned the name and talking about putting her boots to good use she pulled out her phone to look it up. He said it was a bit higher class than what he was used to but from the looks of the pictures it looked like the kind of bar he would go to. The blonde saved her comments on how he'd probably enjoy it too until after they arrived. When the feral paused after starting the car she turned her phone off and put it back into her bag. She wasn't going to be rude and be on her phone the whole night. That was rude and Logan was very old school. “Sorry, just checking out the place. Looks good. I'm excited.” He asked a series of questions about how she was doing. “I'm doing great. Things are good. We had a block party not too long ago that was a huge hit. Lot of leftovers too. I'm doing my best to keep the Brownstone in one piece so Alex has a line to keep.” The Silverlight was joking of course. X-Factor was more than capable of running without her. Still the list of things that needed to be done made her feel like she was helping in between enemy attacks and acts of chaos. “The kids are growing like weeds. Soon they'll take over for us and we'll be asking how they grew up so quick. I tried to talk to Madison about a machine to keep them from growing up. But I think Lorna asked the same because he said no before I could even ask.” Jet gave a short chuckle. As they drove on the blonde returned with her own set of questions, “How about you? How's the school? Any kids looking to take over for you or Scott?” Like that could ever happen, still she wanted to know and asked anyway. |
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| Wolverine | Sep 24 2017, 01:36 AM Post #7 |
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Short Hairy Healing Factor. And claws.
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Logan appreciated the lady turning her phone off. In the modern world that was akin to cutting a hand off and it was a hell of a gesture. Jet was considerate, a rare trait indeed in this age of information. For the most part Logan didn’t mind the world of technology that much. He had, with his sense, tons of information at his fingertips constantly and most of this smartphone nonsense seemed to him to be normal people trying to ape his gifts. Jet also buckled up, something he tended to forget and he set his own seat belt up in response. He nodded along as the blonde answered his questions and the jeep started chewing up road. The feral wasn’t well trained at all in small talk, he tended to let his actions speak for him, but so far that hadn’t rubbed his date the wrong way. It was another in the list of things he liked about the Silverlight. As they slipped through the streets he reflected upon Alex and his team. His cosmic blasting friend, often the only man who could stand the Canadian for extended periods of time, had an exemplary gift for finding talented people, making them family, and teasing out the very best from them. Scott Summers demanded the best from all around him and they mostly gave it, but out of duty or guilt. Alex, well Alex simply asked people to be better and they did. “Oh I heard all about the block party. Spent the day on the poarch in my underwear, drinking, smoking, and enjoying the silence. Ain’t too often most of the school is empty, gotta make the most of it when you got it. Someone brought back some of big chief’s kill for me though. Damn good stuff.” Logan, never needing all his focus to drive, rolled, sealed, trimmed, and lit up a cigar as they rolled through the city. The tabac felt good in his mouth as he took a deep drag and let the smoke out away from Jet. The top was down in the jeep so that helped a lot. “Have to ask that Hellfire bloke about it. Crazy native American is rumored to be able to build anything, literally anything. Sarah has a connect if you’re serious, though she guards that one tight. As for the school, well Totmato, er Rachel, well she thinks she runs the place already. Max Jr, and elephant Max’s kids will probably end up ruling some kind of clubs formed out of other students at some point. As for the older crowd, well Ev is finally showing some usefulness and Keller….” Logan paused for a few moments and another long drag. The cigar flared brightly as he took a turn sharply. As ever, the Wolverine hated talking emotions. “Keller came to me for lessons after learning from Scott and Emma. I thought he was just a spoiled little rich boy looking for attention. He is, but under all that is a smart, dedicated, warrior looking to excel and willing to put in the work. Hafta say, I’m happy I was wrong. He’s going to be one of the greats, or he’ll die from pushing himself too hard.” ---------------------------------------------------- A bit of drive later they arrived at the Iron Horse NYC, with Logan slipping out of the Jepp and opening Jet’s door for her in the span of two eye blinks. With the door open, the short man was to the door of the bar and hauling it open within a few more moments. From inside came the sounds of boots hitting dance floor and the blare of “Boot-Scootin Boogie.” For once Wolverine had a grin on his face that was happy instead of predatory. |
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| Jet Black | Sep 27 2017, 11:59 AM Post #8 |
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After Logan told her about what he was doing the day of their block party he lit up a cigar. It had been a long time she had lit up a cigarette, herself. She vowed to keep herself smoke free. It was kind of needed, health wise and crime fighting wise. Once the little ones were born then it was a must, she didn't want to be showing them bad habits. Now, Jet was really good at being smoke free but when she smelled the smoke of his cigar it was pleasantly sweet. Logan did an excellent job in blowing the smoke away from her but unless you could control smoke there was bound to be a small whiff that would blow her way. It would take a lot for her to break and take a drag for herself. Still, she didn't mind him smoking, even if she did it was his car. The feral continued by telling about the things going on at the school. Listening to him with true interest. The blonde couldn't help but hold onto the side of the jeep when he took the sharp turn. He had a healing factor, she didn't. She trusted him, but Jet didn't want to get in a car accident. Logan continued talking about Julian Keller. She smiled wide and spoke, “Logan, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a little bit proud of the kid.” It took a lot for anyone to impress him. “Don't worry though, I won't tell.” The Silverlight would wait for him to look at her and wink at him when he would. ------------------------ After a little while and the two had arrived. The Canadian feral opened her door and she hopped, pretty much literally, out of the jeep. Jet closed the jeep door and tried to quickly follow behind him. Once he opened the door she could hear the song playing, and lightly bobbed her head along with the words that played. Everyone knew that song, looking over at Logan with his own smile on his face she tried her best to hold back a very wide smile. Logan was so country. "Definitely seems like your kind of place." |
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| Wolverine | Oct 4 2017, 11:34 PM Post #9 |
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Short Hairy Healing Factor. And claws.
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As they entered a burly man, easily over 6 and a half feet tall saw Jet and smiled wolfishly. In an instant Logan was in his face shouting at him in heavily accented German. The man backed off quickly and Logan gave his date an apologetic grin. “Sorry, person I know from way back. Back when he knew me, well, I was a good bit different and not very nice.” Logan left it at that. He had no idea to talk about his undercover life of slaving and smuggling to work his way up into German high ranks and removing a high profile asset from the board. It was the problem with his looks, he was hard to forget and never seemed to change. “Dunno about it being my kind of place, darling. People seem to back off instead of throw chairs, but I hear the beer is OK and the dancing great. Tonight’s ‘bout you, bout making you smile, not bout busting heads.” To prove his point Logan held up a wad of cash and a waitress, a tiny thing that had to be barely 18 and could pass for much younger, seemed to materialize from this air she moved so fast. Logan nodded to her and pointed to Jet. “Get the lady whatever she wants for the rest of the night, keep that new shit off the jukebox, and bring me a mug of whatever local best you got on tap and keep it full and I’ll double that when I leave. We got a deal?” The girl, her hand closing swiftly over the money nodded vigorously with dangerously wide eyes. This man wasn’t hitting on her, had cash, and didn’t even stare at her half exposed chest. He was weird and kind of ugly, but the other traits were way further in her book. He eyes somehow managed to go even bigger when she looked at Jet. That runt must be loaded indeed to land a gal like that. “We got a deal, no problem at all. Um, miss? What’s your poison?” Business handled to his satisfaction, Logan looked around the place. He grinned at the people line dancing, the couples holding hands and kissing in various booths, the old men staring at the two men holding hands by the bar itself. Yeah, he was country, even if this wasn’t his country. “Drinking, dancing, or something else first, babe? |
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| Jet Black | Oct 6 2017, 12:06 PM Post #10 |
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The six foot tall man wasn't a hard miss, neither was his grin. But before she could react in any way Logan was in his face, a great feat for the height difference between the two, yelling in German. Jet didn't know German, but whatever the feral said sent a man twice his size running. He apologized and explained himself. “No, it's okay.” He continued with it not being his kind of place, and that tonight was about her. Logan continued with holding up some money, getting a waitress and letting her know what was on the agenda for the night. The waitress was a young girl, with that fresh young face she wondered if she was even old enough to be working in a place like the bar. It was easy for kids to lie to get a job, especially when they need one. And kids these days were working much harder at a much younger age. When the waitress reacted to the deal the feral set out, Jet leaned towards Logan to talk to him, “Well, hey big spender.” Giving him a wink afterwards. After giving a wide eyed look at the X-Factorite the young girl ask what her poison was. “Oh, I'll try what he's having.” The young girl seemed surprised at first, but quickly nodded and spoke, “Comin right up!” Then she ran off to fill the order. Logan then asked her what she wanted to do first. “Well unless Copperhead road comes on next I'm fine with having our drinks first.” The two sat down and it only took the young girl a few moments after that to deliver the drinks to the both of them. “Thank you.” Jet called out to her as she set the drinks on the table top. She took a drink of the local tap and set down her glass, turning to Logan. “It's not bad.” She wasn't a professional beer drinker, but she knew what she liked. Jet waited a few moments after his reply as to what he thought about the drink before she spoke, “You surprise me, you know?” It wasn't so much a question that required an answer. The blonde elaborated, “California, the call the other day, the German. I should just stop trying to figure you out, shouldn't I?” That question, he could answer if he wanted, but after she asked she gave him a warm smile. |
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| Wolverine | Oct 8 2017, 09:57 PM Post #11 |
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“All wheels need grease, Jet. Just hafta figure out which kind each needs is all. Sides, my chances of being overlooked when trying to place a drink order are a bit high wouldn’t ya say? I’m no prize lady or big feller.” In Logan’s mind money was the most useless of things. It served its purpose, was doled out for what you wished, you moved on. Sadly too many folks got hung up over it, forgetting that it was a tool and made it into an idol. Still, the worship of money by modern people did make it easier to get some things done. He gave a sideways glance at his date when she ordered what he was having. Honestly Logan really enjoyed beer, he liked the taste, the brief flash of not caring it gave him, the lovely patterns of hops and alcohol on his tongue. But Jet always struck him as a bit uptown for all that. Oh well, we are not our origins and all that. “You want Copperhead road at a place like this huh? I bet it’s in there collecting dust. People like to feel good, not listen to stories. Sad sad change to the world there.” Inevitably “Friends in Low Places” came on, an unavoidable tune when one was in a country bar as was most anything Garth Brooks or early Taylor Swift. A few other men gave Jet a careful one over as the pair found seats. The girl was a looker and her date wasn’t, which meant at least two were thinking over their chances. Logan was all too happy to let them push their luck, but none were that bold yet. The feral drained half his mug with a long slow pull and set the frosty glass down with a small grin. “Girl really wants her tip, that’s about as local as I am. German micro brew, had the real stuff over 50 years ago right outside of Dusseldorf. Can’t blame her for trying though. As for me darling, I’m simple, simple just went out of style ages ago. Beers, babes, battle, body count. Open and closed case right there. As for Cali, I needed backup that wouldn’t faint when times got tough. Gotta say, considering where we left off last time, didn’t see you saying yes. Least not without conditions. As for the German, he can go fuck himself, I wasn’t a good man back then.” |
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| Jet Black | Oct 11 2017, 12:42 PM Post #12 |
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Logan talked about how he could easily be overlooked in a bar, “I don't know Logan. You have that commanding presence. People pay attention to you when you enter a room. You don't have to say much to let others know not to mess with you, and they back off when you do.” Jet pointed to where they interacted with the big guy earlier, “Case in point.” He commented on her song of choice and the world not wanting songs with stories anymore. Right before she was about to say anything one of the most iconic Garth Brooks songs in the history of country songs. The blonde chuckled and got to her the reply she was going to give, “That maybe true, but there's a great line dance to be had with that song. Everyone listens to a story song when they can dance to it.” As he drank she quietly sang a few lines of the song and stopped when he set the mug down. He commented on the brew then continued on with her comments about trying to figure him out. He said he was a simple man. Basically complimented her when it came to being his back up in California. And how he felt the Silverlight would have probably said no to a date with how they last left things. Then finished with his comment about the German. “I can't really blame you for California. You asked, I figured it probably would have been dangerous, I still said yes.” Jet picked her mug for another drink and shrugged. She set her mug down and clasped her hands together, “I didn't give off that impression last time I saw you, did I? That I wouldn't meet with you after what happened?” She grimaced at the thought and finished, “I'm sorry if I did.” The thought of making Logan, or anyone she cared about, feel that she would snuff them so easily made her feel terrible. “All things considered I didn't have a... terrible time.” She spoke like it was a question instead of a statement. She shook her head and waved her hand, “You know what? Let's not talk about California. That was in the past, let's focus on tonight.” Jet lightly hit the tabletop before picking up the mug and raising it for a small toast. “To the Iron Horse.” She waited for Logan to clink her mug so the two could take a drink. |
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| Wolverine | Oct 12 2017, 12:00 AM Post #13 |
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“You’re sweet darling, but it ain’t charisma or presense. Prey can smell a predator when it comes close. Barking dogs can tell who the alpha is even if it ain’t their pack. There’s a reason most people don’t like me and I don’t like them right back. Been a weapon for a few decades, people get nervous around weapons.” It was a rare bit of self-loathing for Logan, but it was the truth. He knew it caused girls with daddy issues to sit up and take notice, caused pretend alpha males to try to step up, and in many ways marked him as not quite normal, almost as well as mutants with actual altered appearances. Jet was a bleeding heart, an optimist, a breath of fresh air. If one didn’t keep their head, they could end up believing the same shit she did. “People tolerate a song if they can dance to it. They even sometimes mumble out their version of the words, but they don’t listen to it. If they did there’d be a lot more actual men in this country instead of pretty boys getting their nails done.” It was one of Logan’s gripes against the modern world, men had lost their balls, their identity. He didn’t have a single problem with anyone’s sexuality, but god damn it, men used to know what they were and stood for. Nowadays everyone wanted someone or something else to define them. Another drag of the beer swiftly brought the dour old man back to nicer chat though. “Ain’t Cali that game me that impression darling. When me and you stopped being me and you, I got the feeling you preferred it that way. Not sure how I felt ‘bout it then, but didn’t expect you to say yes to a date, pretty much ever again. Even more so as I was picking the venue. You’re surrounded by flashy boys with their good look and energy powers over at the Brownstone. Thought you’d moved on already.” He tapped his ¼ full mug against hers at the offered toast “To the Iron Horse!” then drained it dry. True to her word their server was at Logan’s elbow and refilling it almost before it hit the table then away again like smoke. The old man couldn’t help grinning like a kid again at that bit. “That there is a girl what knows her value. Won’t be letting any guy stiff her any time soon. But I agree with you Jetters, leave Cali in the past. Don’t think either of us won our hero merit badge there. As for tonight, bet you anything up next is Blue Suede shoes, Feeling 22, then something Bryan Adams.” |
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| Jet Black | Oct 16 2017, 11:15 AM Post #14 |
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Her hips don't Lie
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Jet listened to Logan talk, well she listened to him put himself down. She didn't believe any of it, but there would be time to convince him later. She chuckled after he made his comment about pretty boys getting their nails done. But when he started on about the two of them she had to respond. “See, now that's funny. I felt that same way with you, sort of. I felt like you were pushing me away and I got too clingy because of it. Not that I'm blaming you, but I sort of felt like maybe I was distracting you and you couldn't let that happen.” She put her elbow on the table top and raised her hand to her chin to think. “Sounds like we both misread one another.” The blonde sighed for a moment before adding, “And as for the other flashy boys in X-Factor I don't see that much happening. Not within X-Factor that is. Unless I strike it rich, because Jonny's already claimed me if that happens.” She winked at him. The clone had teased her about that years ago, it was funny to bring up every now and then. Jet loved Jonny like family that was for sure, but she never really gave it much thought beyond the teasing. They'd been there for one another for so long, and he was her favorite stray. But between the two nothing serious had ever happened before. “Now for moving on. True I haven't been on many dates since us. But apart from a date here and date there, not much really happened after that. Maybe guys are intimidated by my X-Factor title. Or my team is scaring away the ones they don't approve of.” She paused for a moment, “I'm kidding. ...Maybe. I haven't caught them yet.” Jet lowered her hand from her chin and took in a deep breath, “If we continue on with this you're going to have the biggest challenge of them all.” She exhaled the rest of her breath and smiled warmly, “You're going to have to win over Ellie.” The blonde let out a short laugh. After the toast the waitress girl had filled Logan's mug. The feral finished with throwing a bet in place. “I'll take that bet, and match it. I'll bet that the next up will be something from either...” She thought for a moment and looked at the crowd, “Taylor Swift, Rhett Thomas, or Keith Urban.” The song was almost over, “Oh! Before the next song what are we betting for?” She had an idea what he may want if he won the bet, she had her own idea of what she wanted from him if she won the bet. “If I win, when we're done here and during our picnic you have to sing your favorite song.” Yes, Jet was playing a dangerous game. But there was an opportunity, and she was going to seize it. |
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| Wolverine | Oct 18 2017, 03:53 PM Post #15 |
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Short Hairy Healing Factor. And claws.
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“Darling, you’re pretty as the day is long, but fra… ladies ain’t a distraction. I’ve lived what bits of my life I can remember totally focused on whatever was most important, while making sure I didn’t miss a single background detail. I’m a warrior, a hunter, above all a killer, it's what I do an how I am. If you felt pushed away its cause I’m not sure what on Earth I’m doing darkening your doorway.” Logan listened as his words babbled out like a teenager. This reaction, these admittances troubled him. Not the admitting part, he’d never been anything but direct and honest, rather that these feelings, this confliction existed in him at all. He had a long history of being with a dame, and a much longer history of being with a frail for the moment. One seemed almost always to lead to a death, the other to a craving for something more. Thankfully Jet gave him a few openings to work with and he attempted to put the conversation back on track. “Jonny would be a good choice, long as you ain’t expecting anything too long term or deep. Lad’s capable of it, perhaps, but actually making a relationship bloom? That takes a work ethic Sparks simply doesn’t have. What about Remy? He’s a charmer, bet he has stories as good as I do, few less wrinkles too. Or big Injun Joe? He seems like someone who could benefit from a ray of sunshine or two. As for that bit, well no one’s tried to scare me away yet. You see a couple of your teammates missing fingers, you’ll know that changed.” Talking was thirsty work and Logan drained half his mug again and held up 4 fingers. Rue to her word their server was there smiling and tucking a strand of hair behind an ear. She’d been listening in to their talk a few words at a time. These folks were old, weird, kinda scary with how casual they talked of rough things, but also interesting. The short man was growing on her, he was rough, raw, exciting. Plus he had enough money to splurge without really showing off. “Another order? Shots I’m guessing? You know no one uses the hand signs anymore right? Let me guess…. Bourbon boilermakers?” Logan scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Kamikazes, squirt. 4. Don’t care ‘bout what people do, I stick with what works. Also whatever the lady wants. Looks like this is a date proper after all.” True to form Blue Suede Shoes sprang up from the jukebox, an honest to God cd playing one like a prophecy fulfilled. Logan grinned at Jet and tapped a finger on the table. “That’s one. Never smart to bet against me darling. I could teach Remy a few things about stacking the deck. As for Ellie, that little lettuce head is Lex’s daughter. We both know I’m gold there, me and Lex go way back. Little troublemaker just has to get out into the world a bit.” |
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