"What's it with ya an' other men's women, Runt?" Victor smirked a bit, showing lengthened metal fangs. "Well, he did offer me money. An' ya know I'll do anythin' for a price."
"God." The thought of Victor working with them... Logan couldn't stop himself from cringing.
He couldn't even run away from this, given the fact that he was the only one who could hold Victor back in the first place, and who knew what kind of damage he'd do when left unchecked?
Charles had told him that he might be able to get into his head the way Birdy had. In truth, Victor hadn't loved Birdy. It was the Glow he had become addicted to. It was the way her energy felt when she entered his mind. And Charles was promising him a chance to see if he could ever feel that feeling again. He doubted it, thanks to the other experiments Stryker had done on him to make him better than Jimmy. But it was worth a try.
"They know I ain't some hero or some good guy. But I know what we're up against. I've seen their faces an' lived. I know who they are, Jimmy. An' I can't stop 'em on my own."
Logan knew better than to take Victor's words at face value -- couldn't stop the scepticism he felt from seeping into his expression.
The thought of being in battle with him again was something Logan didn't know how to react to. But if Charles had allowed it to happen, then he had no other choice but to comply.
"...you hurt any of the X-Men and I'll kill you myself."
Victor saw the skepticism and he growled softly. His claws lengthened. The nails that extended were now metal. It was a sign he was annoyed, but he was not in his signature pouncing stance, it was merely a warning.
He then looked down at his claws, showing them to Jimmy. "Adamantium," he whispered softly, knowing the other could still be able to hear him. "I went back...they promised me things..." It disgusted him that he had worked for that bastard and Weapon-X again, but he was promised adamantium skeleton, which he now had, and thst they could fix his memory. The memory thing was a lie. His history was even murkier now than it ever was.
Not thinking about it, not even trying to, he took hold of Victor's wrist and brought his hand up so he could look at his claws. Indeed -- they weren't nails wrought with dirt, not any more. Logan was face-to-face with the metal that lined every inch of his bones, and he reached out to touch the pad of his thumb against it.
It cut easily, of course. He didn't even hiss. (But now, Logan feared with Victor's adamantium enhancements... well, now he certainly couldn't defeat him in anything.)
Dropping Victor's hand, he glared at him, ignoring that niggling voice in the back of his mind. "You went to Stryker?"
His wrist was grabbed but he didn't bother to move it. Instead, he let Jimmy run a hand over it. He smelled the blood the second it hit the surface and he shivered. He snatched his hand back when it was dropped and he shook his head.
"He came ta me. I told 'im to fuck off...but then he told me he'd give me the adamantium....he told me he'd make me stronger than ya. Better...even my fangs're metal now." He let those lengthen, showing him. "We're even now, Jimmy..."
Somehow, the first thought in his mind was how much he wasn't looking forward to his next birthday.
But, foregoing that, Logan put his hands on his hips, ignoring the memories of Stryker that played in his head -- the brief slideshow of pictures, the sensations of pain that were only phantoms now that it'd happened so long ago.
Victor waa very much looking forward to Jimmy's next birthday. He could finally try to see who was better. Even if neither died, they would not settle it once and all.
Victor leaned against the wall. The sounds around them made him wince. It hurt his head, but he tried to ignore the sounds. Even the whispers from classrooms on the other side of the Mansion drove him insane.
"Six months ago."
that was like one of the few things logan had on him D:
There weren't enough words to explain the conflict that rose in Logan chest, that had him clenching his hands into fists. Victor said something about being even, but it had never been equal between them in the first place, had it?
Giving a single shake of his head, he finally took in the expression on Victor's face -- and then frowned a little deeper. "...what's wrong."
At the question, he shook his head. He closed his eyes and looked up at Jimmy. "Ever since I got the modifications, I can hear everything. I can smell everything too." He rested his forehead on the wall then. "Fuck, Jimmy...I can hear girls gossipin' from the classes across the mansion..." He couldn't help but hear two different groups of girls whispering. "An' maybe ya should get a kid named Ricky fixed. He's sleepin' with Debbie an' Jennifer....at least that's what they're whisperin' 'bout."
"We don't get kids fixed, Victor," was all Logan said before he gritted his teeth together, letting out the softest hiss between them.
There was no way he could trust Victor completely, that much was for certain. But he trusted Charles, and as much as he felt bringing his brother in was a mistake -- moreso now that he worried what sensory overload would do to an already-violent man -- he felt more like Charles wouldn't be the type to accept any true danger within the halls of the school.
Meeting Victor's gaze, Logan made some jerking motion with his head in a quiet request for Victor to follow his lead. Then he walked down the hall.
He moved off the wall as he made eye contact with him. Soon, he was following the younger male down the hall. It was a bit quieter in this side of the hall. "What?" he finally asked.
Logan didn't wait for an answer. Pressing a panel on the wall, a space in the hallway wall opened, revealing a small lift. None of the children passed here, the hall typically reserved for Xavier and the rest of the teachers' lodgings (Logan's included), and he made another little cock of his head towards the open door.
"Get in."
After which Logan'd follow, the lift taking them down to the chromed walls of the X-Men base beneath the mansion.
He followed him down the quiet hallway. It was almost eerily silent. He looked around the hallway. And then the door to another hall opened. He walked into the other hallway and looked around as they went down the elevator.
Once they had gotten out of the elevator, Victor looked around. The workshop had a familiar scent to it but it was clean, sterile. It made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. And then he looked at Jimmy. He nodded in response.
So Logan frowned, turning towards one of the cabinets. McCoy had stored a number of his prototypes in here, but Victor wasn't the only one with supersenses the school had ever had.
That being said, Logan pulled a metal circlet out -- truly experimental, really, with the wires sticking out and some of its circuitry exposed. Logan didn't know how it worked, only that it did. It blocked out sensory overload, and given Logan imagined the only one who could help Victor understand his power was Charles, he figured this would have to do until the end of the school day, when Xavier could train him properly.
"Put this on," he said, holding the circlet Victor's way. The look on his face made it evident he wasn't looking for any arguments. "It'll help make everything less... well. Everything."
Victor took the circlets. What the hell was Jimmy giving him? He tilted his head to the side curiously as he watched him. He took a step closer though and took it. "The fuck's this?" he asked. It felt cold and heavy in his hand. But as soon as he touched it, he no longer heard Jimmy's heartbeat.
Amber eyes widened in shock as he clipped it on. "I can't hear your heart beatin' anymore," he said, voice a low growl.
"The better I hear it, the easier it is to find it an' rip it from your chest..." he retorted, showing his fangs as he smirked. "It helps. A bit. I can't hear people breathin' from across the street."
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Hard pass.
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That Cyclopes joke don' seem ta like ya. Whatcha do to him?
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[ Which... he'll admit, he would have, in the past. But too many things've happened since then. ]
Christ, Victor, you didn't say yes, did you?
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He couldn't even run away from this, given the fact that he was the only one who could hold Victor back in the first place, and who knew what kind of damage he'd do when left unchecked?
"Who offered you cash? Charles?"
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Charles had told him that he might be able to get into his head the way Birdy had. In truth, Victor hadn't loved Birdy. It was the Glow he had become addicted to. It was the way her energy felt when she entered his mind. And Charles was promising him a chance to see if he could ever feel that feeling again. He doubted it, thanks to the other experiments Stryker had done on him to make him better than Jimmy. But it was worth a try.
"They know I ain't some hero or some good guy. But I know what we're up against. I've seen their faces an' lived. I know who they are, Jimmy. An' I can't stop 'em on my own."
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The thought of being in battle with him again was something Logan didn't know how to react to. But if Charles had allowed it to happen, then he had no other choice but to comply.
"...you hurt any of the X-Men and I'll kill you myself."
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He then looked down at his claws, showing them to Jimmy. "Adamantium," he whispered softly, knowing the other could still be able to hear him. "I went back...they promised me things..." It disgusted him that he had worked for that bastard and Weapon-X again, but he was promised adamantium skeleton, which he now had, and thst they could fix his memory. The memory thing was a lie. His history was even murkier now than it ever was.
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"--what?"
Not thinking about it, not even trying to, he took hold of Victor's wrist and brought his hand up so he could look at his claws. Indeed -- they weren't nails wrought with dirt, not any more. Logan was face-to-face with the metal that lined every inch of his bones, and he reached out to touch the pad of his thumb against it.
It cut easily, of course. He didn't even hiss. (But now, Logan feared with Victor's adamantium enhancements... well, now he certainly couldn't defeat him in anything.)
Dropping Victor's hand, he glared at him, ignoring that niggling voice in the back of his mind. "You went to Stryker?"
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His wrist was grabbed but he didn't bother to move it. Instead, he let Jimmy run a hand over it. He smelled the blood the second it hit the surface and he shivered. He snatched his hand back when it was dropped and he shook his head.
"He came ta me. I told 'im to fuck off...but then he told me he'd give me the adamantium....he told me he'd make me stronger than ya. Better...even my fangs're metal now." He let those lengthen, showing him. "We're even now, Jimmy..."
omfg
But, foregoing that, Logan put his hands on his hips, ignoring the memories of Stryker that played in his head -- the brief slideshow of pictures, the sensations of pain that were only phantoms now that it'd happened so long ago.
He had one quesfion: "When?"
Yup. He wanted an adamantium skeleton too.
Victor leaned against the wall. The sounds around them made him wince. It hurt his head, but he tried to ignore the sounds. Even the whispers from classrooms on the other side of the Mansion drove him insane.
"Six months ago."
that was like one of the few things logan had on him D:
There weren't enough words to explain the conflict that rose in Logan chest, that had him clenching his hands into fists. Victor said something about being even, but it had never been equal between them in the first place, had it?
Giving a single shake of his head, he finally took in the expression on Victor's face -- and then frowned a little deeper. "...what's wrong."
Victor's supersenses are also a weakness
#kink ?
There was no way he could trust Victor completely, that much was for certain. But he trusted Charles, and as much as he felt bringing his brother in was a mistake -- moreso now that he worried what sensory overload would do to an already-violent man -- he felt more like Charles wouldn't be the type to accept any true danger within the halls of the school.
Meeting Victor's gaze, Logan made some jerking motion with his head in a quiet request for Victor to follow his lead. Then he walked down the hall.
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He moved off the wall as he made eye contact with him. Soon, he was following the younger male down the hall. It was a bit quieter in this side of the hall. "What?" he finally asked.
you're my favourite wtf
Logan didn't wait for an answer. Pressing a panel on the wall, a space in the hallway wall opened, revealing a small lift. None of the children passed here, the hall typically reserved for Xavier and the rest of the teachers' lodgings (Logan's included), and he made another little cock of his head towards the open door.
"Get in."
After which Logan'd follow, the lift taking them down to the chromed walls of the X-Men base beneath the mansion.
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He followed him down the quiet hallway. It was almost eerily silent. He looked around the hallway. And then the door to another hall opened. He walked into the other hallway and looked around as they went down the elevator.
"The fuck're we goin'?"
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Logan had brought a few other mutants here before. After all, he and Storm were in charge of training the new recruits.
It was jarring, bringing his brother. But he tried not to think about it as he turned and entered the old workshop of one Hank McCoy.
"What'd you say it was?" He glanced back. "Every sense is... uh." A pause, as Logan tried to recall the word. "Heightened?"
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"Yeah."
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That being said, Logan pulled a metal circlet out -- truly experimental, really, with the wires sticking out and some of its circuitry exposed. Logan didn't know how it worked, only that it did. It blocked out sensory overload, and given Logan imagined the only one who could help Victor understand his power was Charles, he figured this would have to do until the end of the school day, when Xavier could train him properly.
"Put this on," he said, holding the circlet Victor's way. The look on his face made it evident he wasn't looking for any arguments. "It'll help make everything less... well. Everything."
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Amber eyes widened in shock as he clipped it on. "I can't hear your heart beatin' anymore," he said, voice a low growl.
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Then he met Victor's gaze again, scoffing. "You don't need to hear it, do you?"
Victor is so rude...
thats why jimmys the good boy
Victor wants to maul Jimmy...in the fun way
👀👀👀 the worst images came to mind tbh
He means it in a good way
but how good is good when it comes from victor creed :/
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