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Post by Bixir on Aug 26, 2024 17:30:38 GMT
It was late. Most of the mansion - if they knew what was good for them - was fast asleep. Logan had already busted Bobby for trying to sneak out (twice in the same night?), and he was fresh out of liquor. Hard times indeed. The mutant formerly known as the Wolverine had retired to a recliner, with a single low-light lamp lit on the adjacent table. He stared up at nothing in particular. At least the elf wasn't waiting there to pounce on him. Or Kitty. It had been a long night, and not just because he had needed to play nanny. Logan rubbed his eyes. He didn't used to get tired. Damn it.
She wasn't here yet. That was... was it fine? It should be. Ever since she had come to the mansion- to the team, they had both agreed to meet up every couple weeks and talk about what was going on in their life. Wait, was it every week? A month? The thought made Logan run his hand across his face. He couldn't keep track of anything anymore. That was fine. Truth be told, these meetings weren't for him. To know that at least she had a life...
The world didn't need two broken Wolverines.
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Post by scallop on Aug 27, 2024 22:56:08 GMT
The school was still somewhat of an oddity for Laura, even after all these years. It felt like she was still in adjustment, like there was still something, not quite right. Like this was not something she deserved. After all, feeling welcomed was not a problem, everyone here was handbaskets and hugs, it was something a bit more tricky than that. Something that, she knew she at least had one person to feel that connection with, not that they would ever speak about it of course.
These check ins were, good. If he knew it or not, it was the most she had felt anyone had given a damn about her, this wasn;'t just some dumb are you okay, this was a time where they realistically just yammered before hitting the hay. It lacked the clinical feel that other people had when they tried to "understand" her. The thought of another suit sitting her down on a couch sickened her, so this was a welcome alternative.
He would smell her before he saw her. Adrenaline. Sweat. Those light footsteps not enough to escape either of their hearings. She had almost forgotten, it was tonight. But, she took these seriously, after all. Good to check in on the old man.
"Hey old man, hate to keep you waiting, beer?" She had just come from a training session, but this was a ritual she couldn't forget. She had ran to her room, grabbed them a bucket of ice, with two pabst blue ribbon bobbing within. "Surprised you haven't popped a casket yet.." She nodded, gesturing to the mansion's night time routines.
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Post by Bixir on Aug 28, 2024 2:08:17 GMT
"Mmnh." Logan's grunt was about all that Laura got out of him at first. When the bucket came over to him, he reached for his Pabst Blue Ribbon, continuing to stare up at the nothing that was the ceiling. He almost hoped Kitty tried to jump him from her bedroom, just beyond. Almost.
Logan let out a sigh. It isn't tired, per se, or even angry. It simply... was. "There's still time for that. Three different kids played hooky this week." He took a deep swig. "Do they even wanna be here?"
He looked over at Laura, reading her... though not much. He sniffed twice. From the smell of things, she'd been busy with... something. For a moment, he smirked. "And you? How's the house cat?"
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Post by scallop on Sept 7, 2024 1:48:37 GMT
Logan's disgruntled old man act always got her spirits up. There was something seamlessly comforting about the old animal that helped her feel, not so alone. Maybe it was the near identical genetic code, maybe it was something else. Either way, she was grateful for him, even if she didn't show it all too well. But, they never did the whole active communication routine.
"Sure, there's always time I guess.." She sighed, settling down opposite him, lazily cracking open her beer and taking a gulp, before gently placing it down on the table. "Course they do, everyone around here wants to be here but.." She cocked her head at him with a shrug. "They want a normal life too, I can't blame them for that."
She rocked her shoulders back at his next question, a smirk crossing her lips, eyeing up the old Wolverine, now carrying on his name. "The House Cat, is....restless. I'm sure the old dog knows about that?" She sent him a knowing glance before looking around. "They still treat me like I'm made of glass. So here I am, restless."
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Post by Bixir on Sept 7, 2024 23:27:08 GMT
Logan side-eyed the "wild child" taking a seat beside him. That's what Scott had called her when she first got to the mansion. Child, his ass. Not only could she drink legally, she could- okay, morbid thought, but she could if she wanted to. Just like he could. He took a long swig of his share. "Bullshit. No one's yer babysitter. You wanna go out, go out."
Then, something occurred to him. But first- he let out a solid belch. Logan may have pre-gamed a little. He smirked, then sat up a little straighter in his recliner. It had been through hell, multiple times, but this had been Logan's special chair for years. He took one more sip, for good measure, then looked at Laura, smirking. "Say you went out. No rules. Just Wolverine. Whadda you do?"
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Post by scallop on Sept 12, 2024 3:15:57 GMT
Wild Child had kind of been the stink that had followed her into her foray to the school. The label had always had some form of, sting to it. Sure, she was still a kid when she got here. But she was like 17. Those real child years had been stolen from her, with four walls to bring her up and a history of blood where others had embarrassments and school woes. But she was past that. Yeah, she was over it.
The younger Wolverine couldn't resist a full face smirk at his retort. The old man sure knew how to act like it these days. Kinda refreshing, seeing him act like this. After all, she knew the tales. "No rules? Just Wolverine? I didn't know you were teach psych now." She shrugged. "I'm...smothered, Logan. Feels like I've got another leash on me. First thing I want to do... know I'm at least doing some good. Find those Alchemax scumbags and make sure they don't whip up another batch of us." Probably not the response he wanted to hear, but this was all about venting right?
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Post by Bixir on Sept 12, 2024 7:37:34 GMT
Logan frowned. She only called him by his name when she was serious. Guess this was more than your usual brooding session. That was fine by him. It seemed like the lady needed this. He sat there for a while, wallowing in the silence that stirred between them. If he wanted, he could keep this going for hours, and she probably would play along with it. People like them, they were used to letting the quiet speak for their feelings.
But not this time. He turned to look at Laura directly. His expression, while technically still frowning, was insistent. "Then cut off the leash. Get some bastards. Do good. No one needs to tell you what that is, or what that looks like. We've seen it, done it. Sometimes you just gotta take a break from..." Logan glanced around the room that they were in. It was so... "this."
He took another deep swig, then sighed. "Look. Last time I was in the city, I saw something... weird." He paused, waiting for the usual snark or skepticism. "Weird for us. I think they were mutants, but not the X kind. The "escaped from a lab" kind. Alchemax ain't the only business in town, but it's a start."
Logan settled into his chair again. Something occurred to him, and he got a shit-eating grin on his face. His eyes still hadn't left Laura. "Who knows? Maybe you'll make some friends."
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