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."
Logan's hackles rose for just a moment, but he held himself back and led Victor out of the workshop, the chrome door sliding closed behind them. "It'll keep your senses from driving you crazy, at least," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Charles should teach you how to focus on them later.
"...I just don't want you tearing this campus up because you can't stand listening to hundreds of kids doing shit all at once."
Victor followed Jimmy down the hall. He glanced over at him. "Thanks," he snarled out. It was not often that he thanked anyone, much less his pathetic brother. He didn't understand why Jimmy didn't want to become like him. It was almost a personal insult to him.
"I can't even stand the sound of someone breathin' 30-feet away from me..."
"Then it's a good thing you can't hear any more, isn't it."
Logan's tone was flat, mildly unimpressed. In truth it was just difficult to think of how to go about spending time with someone who was just -- such a bad influence that Logan had to leave in the first place. He'd never hated Victor (didn't hate him even now), but he knew what the man was capable of. Knew, essentially, how his mind worked.
It made trying to be welcoming him a hundred times harder than it already was.
"Figure you can wait in Charles' study for him, yeah?" He slipped his hands into his pockets, going to the elevator. "I got classes to teach." Logan cocked his head to the side. "And frankly I don't want to babysit you, either."
Victor growled softly as Jimmy got snippy with him. But he behaved himself. He needed help taking out The Children. The X-Dorks were the only ones he could trust to help him. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that bullshit. He watched his brother walk away and he leaned against the wall.
"What if I don't wanna see him? What if I wanna see you?" he asked him, following him. "I talked to him already. Supposed to play nice with everyone. Or he won't help me."
but how good is good when it comes from victor creed :/
"What'd you expect from the X-Men?" Back in the main halls of the mansion, Logan didn't even bother glancing Victor's way. "Can't be that hard to behave, can it?"
Already he wanted to prod at him more -- get a little angrier, a little fussier, because of all the years they'd spent together and all the shit Victor put him through. But making Victor angry would equal a fight, and if Logan was going to fight him it should at least happen somewhere the kids weren't present.
Victor growled in anger but kept it at that. He was trying to behave himself. He didn't want to fuck this chance up. But then Jimmy asked what he wanted. He hesitated before looking away just in case Jimmy looked back at him. He didn't want him to see any semblance of sadness in his eyes.
"Last year when I attacked ya..." It hadn't even been his brother's birthday. "Graydon killed Birdy. He faked his death an' framed ya. If I would've known it wasn't you, I wouldn't have done it." It was the closest thing to an apology the other would get.
Whilst Victor's attempt at remorse came as a surprise, the brand of it was undeniably his brother. And in a way Logan felt... oddly happy about it, stopping in the middle of the hall. Fortunately there weren't very many students about to stare at him and wonder what was wrong; Logan was, after all, rarely the type to be rendered stupefied. And he finally turned back, facing Victor with a look of both disbelief and... well, a clear willingness to listen.
Asking something like 'you mean that?' would be like calling out Victor's apology. Logan was sure that couldn't be the right course of action, at least not while they were inside where things could get broken. So instead, he nodded his head, grunting out a: "Would rather have you take your anger out on me than anyone else, anyway."
Logan rubbed the side of his neck, but his heart quailed in his chest at this mildly human side -- something he rarely ever got to see, at least since the wars.
Victor saw the shock on Jimmy's face as he looked back. Amber met brown and he nodded. The acceptance of his apology was all he wanted. He had felt bad about it when he learned the truth. When he had thought it was Jimmy, he had felt so betrayed. He had thought Jimmy had killed Birdy. But he couldn't even bring himself to kill him. He stopped.
"Charles said if I play nice, he might be able to help me the way Birdy did," he said. He followed Jimmy then.
Logan didn't doubt Charles' prowess, not in the least. Charles had never failed him before, and he knew Charles wouldn't fail Victor, either.
At least, if that was the right way to go about it. Logan wasn't completely convinced this entire exercise -- with Victor behaving in the school, amongst all the children -- wasn't an attempt on Charles' end to get him to calm down without the use of telepathy. But then again, Logan wasn't the one who could read minds, here.
"Then I guess you really are serious about this, huh." He entered his classroom, still empty with the kids out on break. "About teaming up with us."
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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.
Re: #allofthem
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.
Re: you're my favourite wtf
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
"...I just don't want you tearing this campus up because you can't stand listening to hundreds of kids doing shit all at once."
Victor wants to maul Jimmy...in the fun way
"I can't even stand the sound of someone breathin' 30-feet away from me..."
👀👀👀 the worst images came to mind tbh
Logan's tone was flat, mildly unimpressed. In truth it was just difficult to think of how to go about spending time with someone who was just -- such a bad influence that Logan had to leave in the first place. He'd never hated Victor (didn't hate him even now), but he knew what the man was capable of. Knew, essentially, how his mind worked.
It made trying to be welcoming him a hundred times harder than it already was.
"Figure you can wait in Charles' study for him, yeah?" He slipped his hands into his pockets, going to the elevator. "I got classes to teach." Logan cocked his head to the side. "And frankly I don't want to babysit you, either."
He means it in a good way
"What if I don't wanna see him? What if I wanna see you?" he asked him, following him. "I talked to him already. Supposed to play nice with everyone. Or he won't help me."
but how good is good when it comes from victor creed :/
Already he wanted to prod at him more -- get a little angrier, a little fussier, because of all the years they'd spent together and all the shit Victor put him through. But making Victor angry would equal a fight, and if Logan was going to fight him it should at least happen somewhere the kids weren't present.
"What do you want from me, anyway?"
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"Last year when I attacked ya..." It hadn't even been his brother's birthday. "Graydon killed Birdy. He faked his death an' framed ya. If I would've known it wasn't you, I wouldn't have done it." It was the closest thing to an apology the other would get.
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Asking something like 'you mean that?' would be like calling out Victor's apology. Logan was sure that couldn't be the right course of action, at least not while they were inside where things could get broken. So instead, he nodded his head, grunting out a: "Would rather have you take your anger out on me than anyone else, anyway."
Logan rubbed the side of his neck, but his heart quailed in his chest at this mildly human side -- something he rarely ever got to see, at least since the wars.
"It's fine."
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"Charles said if I play nice, he might be able to help me the way Birdy did," he said. He followed Jimmy then.
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Logan didn't doubt Charles' prowess, not in the least. Charles had never failed him before, and he knew Charles wouldn't fail Victor, either.
At least, if that was the right way to go about it. Logan wasn't completely convinced this entire exercise -- with Victor behaving in the school, amongst all the children -- wasn't an attempt on Charles' end to get him to calm down without the use of telepathy. But then again, Logan wasn't the one who could read minds, here.
"Then I guess you really are serious about this, huh." He entered his classroom, still empty with the kids out on break. "About teaming up with us."