[ True to his word, lateness and all, Logan arrives where Kurt told him to go. He could care less about propriety, taking his bike indoors, and with an unimpressed expression (because of course he is) he ignores the looks thrown at him and cocks his head back in as much of an invitation as Kurt's going to get. ]
Get on before security bitches about it.
Get on before security bitches about it.
friggin' captcha! also i love this thread thank you so much
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shadowblends
2018-01-20 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[regardless of logan's tardiness, kurt is patient (and thankful for the texting distraction) while he waits, keeping his head down. that is, until a motorcycle comes roaring into the store and stops right in front of him. he tentatively glances up-- not because of the wolverine, but because he doesn't want to see people gawk even more.]
You got it, [he replies, hopping up onto the bike behind logan and looping his free arm around him. at least focusing on the engine keeps him from looking at the bewildered pedestrians.]
You got it, [he replies, hopping up onto the bike behind logan and looping his free arm around him. at least focusing on the engine keeps him from looking at the bewildered pedestrians.]
no problem! thanks for tagging my logan dude, i'm still chest-deep in voicetesting
danzan
- 2018-01-20 12:06 (UTC) - Expandoh man, i'm super glad i did!! he's great jsyk and i love being able to help voicetest
shadowblends
- 2018-01-21 01:38 (UTC) - Expandthanks! i really just made logan on a whim after re-watching the entire xmcu, rip
danzan
- 2018-01-21 04:36 (UTC) - Expandi'm shocked by how attached i became to wolverine really /o\
danzan
- 2018-01-21 06:06 (UTC) - Expandit's always the ones you least expect!! i have a few of those 8'D
shadowblends
- 2018-01-21 07:03 (UTC) - ExpandThe weather was bad so I pulled over and then I opened my trunk to get out my coat cause it was cold.
idk it looked kind of inviting.
I'm aware now that is a ridic stupid idea but at the time, it seemed smart. Surviving the elements or whatever.
idk it looked kind of inviting.
I'm aware now that is a ridic stupid idea but at the time, it seemed smart. Surviving the elements or whatever.
You're not really in a position to stop me, at the moment.
Now don't go making a girl feel wanted, Logan.
What's the matter now, Runt? You'd better not be wastin' my time. Again.
Your X-Dorks think it's a good idea ta be workin' together again.
The game. Life. Whatever people wanna call it.
Internet's not so bad. ... Depending on what websites you visit, at least.
It's...obnoxious, even I'll admit that. Instagram isn't so bad.
It's...obnoxious, even I'll admit that. Instagram isn't so bad.
if not now, then when? if not me, then who?
[ he's half-drowsing, fingers dragging slowly through logan's hair, but he shifts a little as the older man speaks, humming under his breath. ]
Cold.
Cold.
[ He rides to think, usually. His parents insist proudly that he's a true outdoorsman, though Phillip doesn't have the heart to do things like hunt. But he likes to clear his head and he likes the crisp morning air. It wakes him up after a night of heavy drinking and, the most important reason of all, it means he can get away from the prying questions of his parents. Mostly the ones about finding a nice girl. Those are the prying questions that come more often.
The stablemaster is ill, but it doesn't bother Phillip in the least. There's a sort of peaceful calm to getting his favourite horse ready for a morning ride, just as the sun is beginning to rise and the dew is still fresh. If anything, the fact that he's capable of getting his own horse ready (and that he knows how in the first place) makes him feel even better.
Enough that he can not even think about it, nor does Phillip bat an eye when he enters the stable. There's a strong, gorgeous black mare that Phillip's partial to, and he's in the middle of getting a riding blanket on the other for a saddle to follow when he stops.
That's definitely someone sleeping in the stalls. Phillip, alarmed, jumps. ]
The stablemaster is ill, but it doesn't bother Phillip in the least. There's a sort of peaceful calm to getting his favourite horse ready for a morning ride, just as the sun is beginning to rise and the dew is still fresh. If anything, the fact that he's capable of getting his own horse ready (and that he knows how in the first place) makes him feel even better.
Enough that he can not even think about it, nor does Phillip bat an eye when he enters the stable. There's a strong, gorgeous black mare that Phillip's partial to, and he's in the middle of getting a riding blanket on the other for a saddle to follow when he stops.
That's definitely someone sleeping in the stalls. Phillip, alarmed, jumps. ]
[ His bright idea had been to rejoin civilisation after getting a good night's sleep.
The more Logan thinks about it, the more moronic he feels, but that level of mortification is nothing compared to the frustration that builds when he hears the jump, when the landing has him twitching and turning and claws of bone pushing out from between his knuckles.
These rich fucks actually take care of their animals? is his first thought. Here he believed no stablehand meant he'd have some nice, uninterrupted sleep.
Logan isn't clothed. He looks precisely like what he is: a feral man from the wild, suddenly caught in the world of cultured humans again. He has his own reasons for it, but it doesn't mean he's necessarily happy.
He snarls and points the claws towards the fallen man's way. ]
Don't. [ Move, speak, come closer. Logan hasn't had to speak in a long time, and it shows in how his voice is more of a growl than anything even remotely human. ]
The more Logan thinks about it, the more moronic he feels, but that level of mortification is nothing compared to the frustration that builds when he hears the jump, when the landing has him twitching and turning and claws of bone pushing out from between his knuckles.
These rich fucks actually take care of their animals? is his first thought. Here he believed no stablehand meant he'd have some nice, uninterrupted sleep.
Logan isn't clothed. He looks precisely like what he is: a feral man from the wild, suddenly caught in the world of cultured humans again. He has his own reasons for it, but it doesn't mean he's necessarily happy.
He snarls and points the claws towards the fallen man's way. ]
Don't. [ Move, speak, come closer. Logan hasn't had to speak in a long time, and it shows in how his voice is more of a growl than anything even remotely human. ]
Edited 2018-03-06 05:45 (UTC)
[ By the time Logan catches up to the rest of the mutants, they've already changed camp three times. That's pretty impressive in its own right, given how many kids they're trying to move safely, and it's relieving to know that at least someone's got an idea of where to go.
If he can track them, though, then other people might be able to, too. Skill can be made up for in tech, and these days all the bad people seemed to have tech in spades.
Having had to go on foot for the last two days (it wouldn't do anyone any good if he attracted attention on a motorcycle), Logan arrives on the new campsite with nary a sound. God knows one or two of the tracking mutants probably sensed him, but he's not exactly a stranger.
His first move is to head to where the fire has died down, sitting by it and flicking about the ash to get it back up. His second is to pull his phone out and type a quick message to Rogue along the lines of I'm back. ]
If he can track them, though, then other people might be able to, too. Skill can be made up for in tech, and these days all the bad people seemed to have tech in spades.
Having had to go on foot for the last two days (it wouldn't do anyone any good if he attracted attention on a motorcycle), Logan arrives on the new campsite with nary a sound. God knows one or two of the tracking mutants probably sensed him, but he's not exactly a stranger.
His first move is to head to where the fire has died down, sitting by it and flicking about the ash to get it back up. His second is to pull his phone out and type a quick message to Rogue along the lines of I'm back. ]
[She's tries to let him know as they moved, but the first time they have to leave is because of a security breach. It's safer to just leave. She knows they are working on making the school safe again, but no one knows if they'll be going back any time soon.
But things have mostly been quiet on her end. She knows he's coming, but it's safer if he simply finds them. She's got her phone in her pocket, laying in one of the makeshift tents they've set up for now. There's only a few dozen of them now, trying to find safe places for the younger mutants. When her phone buzzes, she's already popping up. She doesn't send him a reply. Giving a half response to Bobby, she's outside and looking for his figure in the dark.]
Logan?
But things have mostly been quiet on her end. She knows he's coming, but it's safer if he simply finds them. She's got her phone in her pocket, laying in one of the makeshift tents they've set up for now. There's only a few dozen of them now, trying to find safe places for the younger mutants. When her phone buzzes, she's already popping up. She doesn't send him a reply. Giving a half response to Bobby, she's outside and looking for his figure in the dark.]
Logan?
[ After texting her, Logan's quick to get to the foyer, mostly because he's coming from the kitchen. He's just finished the last of the Trix and put his bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, so going out is really convenient for him right now.
He has a bottle of pop with him, though. Can never go wrong with that. ]
We going to the mall or something?
He has a bottle of pop with him, though. Can never go wrong with that. ]
We going to the mall or something?
[logan wasn't kidding when he said jubilee could spin any fashion disaster.
she bounds down the steps in a leather moto-style jacket and dark wash jeans, lips painted a bold shade of red to match her new hairstyle (thanks, scott), which has been braided up then pinned with a small black bow. it's fun, eclectic and totally jubilee, though.
her hands slide into the coat pockets, features tentatively hopeful after she asks:] If that's okay with you?
she bounds down the steps in a leather moto-style jacket and dark wash jeans, lips painted a bold shade of red to match her new hairstyle (thanks, scott), which has been braided up then pinned with a small black bow. it's fun, eclectic and totally jubilee, though.
her hands slide into the coat pockets, features tentatively hopeful after she asks:] If that's okay with you?
u got it babe
god they didnt even notice i left the room for like 10 whole minutes
this sucks
im stealing their shit
god they didnt even notice i left the room for like 10 whole minutes
this sucks
im stealing their shit
just that it ain’t been written yet. still hope for you yet, maybe
do you actually have succulents? inquiring minds
and while I’m asking questions, why don’t you have a rescue pit bull, seeing as you’re so clearly in love with the idea? is it a landlord thing
do you want me to sweettalk your landlord into letting you have a dog
do you actually have succulents? inquiring minds
and while I’m asking questions, why don’t you have a rescue pit bull, seeing as you’re so clearly in love with the idea? is it a landlord thing
do you want me to sweettalk your landlord into letting you have a dog
"Jimmy, we need to talk.. About some things."
I dunno.
[ It's funny to think of getting his heart going on purpose -- for fun, instead of the adrenaline that comes in battle.
But that's why it's always so refreshing hearing from other people, too. ]
Ain't a lot of exciting things I wanna do, P.
[ It's funny to think of getting his heart going on purpose -- for fun, instead of the adrenaline that comes in battle.
But that's why it's always so refreshing hearing from other people, too. ]
Ain't a lot of exciting things I wanna do, P.
Edited 2018-04-24 15:30 (UTC)
Seriously?
[he blinks once, twice, withdraws the hand to rifle through his silver hair, fingers hooking around the goggles atop his head so he can toss them aside.]
Okay, what about— [peter hesitates. mostly because of the nickname — P, huh? — because it's pretty cute, but he can play it off as contemplation.] Skydiving? Bungee-jumping or cliff-diving? Shit, man, we could climb Mount Everest or something!
[he blinks once, twice, withdraws the hand to rifle through his silver hair, fingers hooking around the goggles atop his head so he can toss them aside.]
Okay, what about— [peter hesitates. mostly because of the nickname — P, huh? — because it's pretty cute, but he can play it off as contemplation.] Skydiving? Bungee-jumping or cliff-diving? Shit, man, we could climb Mount Everest or something!
It wasn't looking good. Storm knew there'd be another war, the humans had become stronger in their hate towards the mutant kind. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't afraid. If it wasn't for Logan's reasoning, Storm would've given in to panic long ago. He was a pillar of support in all sorts of ways.
"What are we going to do?"
"What are we going to do?"
"Charles told us there were two kids in there." Pointing into the dilapidated building only a few metres away, Logan's eyes focused on the structure -- on pinpointing its entrances, its exits, and how to get in and out as quickly as he could.
"We got a Sentinel over there." He pointed elsewhere to a grey figure standing atop one of the few buildings still standing. "My idea is...
"I run like hell in there, and if the Sentinel ever notices my dumb ass is doing anything, you use your powers to keep it from moving. Alternate between weathers, and hold each one as long as you can so it doesn't learn how to adapt quick enough that you run out of moves."
Only then did he look at her. "How's that?"
"We got a Sentinel over there." He pointed elsewhere to a grey figure standing atop one of the few buildings still standing. "My idea is...
"I run like hell in there, and if the Sentinel ever notices my dumb ass is doing anything, you use your powers to keep it from moving. Alternate between weathers, and hold each one as long as you can so it doesn't learn how to adapt quick enough that you run out of moves."
Only then did he look at her. "How's that?"
You gotta stop telling Wade your life stories, kid.
[ Or so Logan says as he passes Cable a chilled bottle of pop -- lemon-lime, Logan's favourite. He'd give him beer, but this is still a school, at least as long as Deadpool isn't on the premises and the students are free to roam as they please. ]
Now everyone knows you're from the future. [ He smirks a bit at that; it's not like he's any better. ] You'll have children with questions all over you once second period's over.
[ Or so Logan says as he passes Cable a chilled bottle of pop -- lemon-lime, Logan's favourite. He'd give him beer, but this is still a school, at least as long as Deadpool isn't on the premises and the students are free to roam as they please. ]
Now everyone knows you're from the future. [ He smirks a bit at that; it's not like he's any better. ] You'll have children with questions all over you once second period's over.
Edited 2018-05-28 16:38 (UTC)
[ He looks at the pop as if it’s a foreign object because ... well, it is. He's starting to get used to this point in time, but some things are still a surprise. Like a regular pop, he hasn’t had one of those in a very long time.
He turns just in time to see the smirk, and his lips quirk slightly. ]
Speak from experience?
[ He smirks more then, taking a sip of his drink. ]
Besides. We both know Wade will just tell whatever the hell he wants to say. I’ve barely said shit and he has already been babbling nonsense to anyone that will listen.
He turns just in time to see the smirk, and his lips quirk slightly. ]
Speak from experience?
[ He smirks more then, taking a sip of his drink. ]
Besides. We both know Wade will just tell whatever the hell he wants to say. I’ve barely said shit and he has already been babbling nonsense to anyone that will listen.
Hotstuff. [ That's all Logan can think about for a moment. That's it.
Well, that and the hand reaching up to stroke through Peter's silver hair. Years of being Peter's and Logan finds it's easier to smile than it ever was before, but he supposes this is what happens to men who find their place in life.
This is his: lying in bed with an adult-sized child grinning up at him. ]
I always miss you. I don't know why you always ask.
Well, that and the hand reaching up to stroke through Peter's silver hair. Years of being Peter's and Logan finds it's easier to smile than it ever was before, but he supposes this is what happens to men who find their place in life.
This is his: lying in bed with an adult-sized child grinning up at him. ]
I always miss you. I don't know why you always ask.
Damn right. You're totally hot, so it's appropriate.
[much like a cat stretching for attention, peter leans into logan's hand, huffing a sigh of content. this has to be his favorite part of the day-- relaxing with his other half without a care in the world.
aforementioned man-child tilts his head, smile wide as ever.] Because I like hearing you say it.
[much like a cat stretching for attention, peter leans into logan's hand, huffing a sigh of content. this has to be his favorite part of the day-- relaxing with his other half without a care in the world.
aforementioned man-child tilts his head, smile wide as ever.] Because I like hearing you say it.
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