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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 10, 2018 12:29:06 GMT -8
"I think I'm ready now." Logan gave her a casual nod from the side before his eyes widened all of a sudden. Holy shit! Wordless he watched Ororo's eyes turning white, while she lifted her hands up to the sky to actually change its chemistry. In awe, Logan watched the spectacle of someone else's mutant powers, while the rain falling down from the clouds was extinguishing the cigar between his lips.
As the rain grew stronger, Logan averted his gaze from the sky and instead turned to Ororo without saying anything though. The waiting was coming to an end. They both knew it. They both felt it.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Feb 10, 2018 16:39:59 GMT -8
The rain continued even as Ororo knelt back down beside Logan. Now they would wait for the beast to show, hoping that tonight this would end the drought and her village would be free. When the ground was thoroughly soaked through she stopped the rain, because once the land started to dry- they could follow the path. "I hope we can put an end to this thing."
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The rains were finally here and it started to feed on it. The rain dropping from the sky it would fill itself on that and still it would be hungry. The shadow became a thick black solid as the water hit its skin, it's largemouth gaped as it took it all in.
When the rains stopped it cried out and started to bury its face in the first puddle. The moist ground around it started to dry and a path could be seen in the dirt- which would lead them right to it.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 11, 2018 6:37:07 GMT -8
"I hope we can put an end to this thing."
"I'll try to make a fair contribution to that.", Logan stated next to her, while he tensed the muscles within the back of his hand to make that contribution he was talking about visible. Yes, they were alike. They both were mutants. But that was not the reason he was willing to help her out. He was owing a favor to these people.
As in the distance something occurred to be seen on the ground, Logan slowly stood up, incredulously watching the scene before him. Something was literally feeding on it. Something invisible.
"Well, hello you boozy little bastard.", he greeted into the direction where all the water from the rain seemed to disappear bit by bit, leaving a track behind. A path in the dirt. A way to go.
Wordless he turned his head aside to give Ororo a determined look.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Feb 11, 2018 11:14:18 GMT -8
"I'll try to make a fair contribution to that." Ororo was glad for this stranger, she appreciated him helping out. She realized it was probably because of the hospitality he was receiving but most men wouldn't stay.
"Look," She pointed out the ground, the water drying and moving towards a single destination.
"Well, hello you boozy little bastard." She grinned at his colorful language, moving with him as they followed the stream. She was ready to strike if she had to, she had skills from her time living on the streets- she also other skills to hone.
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The Shadow was distracted, drinking deeply from the land. It had been at least a day since the witch made it rain, "Mmm."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 21, 2018 11:07:36 GMT -8
While they were following the path that had been formed in the dirt, he thought to have heard something. A muffled voice coming from... the ground? Logan came to a halt all of a sudden, his eyes gazing downwards. When he saw Ororo stopping her steps as well and turning around, he looked up at her.
"Got a feeling we're close. Like..." In the middle of his words, Logan's eyes slightly turned to the ground again, casually. Maybe they still could make use of something like a surprise effect. "... real close.", he then carefully ended his sentence, with an intent look giving Ororo to understand what he was supposed to say. It was right here.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Feb 22, 2018 10:37:09 GMT -8
"Got a feeling we're close. Like... real close." Ororo agreed, her hairs were standing on end. She hadn't dealt with this kind of danger since her travels from Cairo. Swallowing, eyes squinting as she looked over to see it.
"We need to sneak up on it." It looked solid, maybe they could stab it or capture it? She really didn't know how dangerous this thing was. Would it attack them if they got to close or would it just run away? Ororo inched a bit closer, trying to get a better look at it. She cut the rain just a bit, wanting to get the better look at it. It looked like a large inky black creature, solid.
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The rain started to slow and the creature whimpered but continued to suck the moisture. Something sloshed besides him and he looked up, his body losing its solid form and turning more mist-like.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 9, 2018 11:23:05 GMT -8
"We need to sneak up on it."
Logan nodded in agreement, stepping aside a little when Ororo came closer to get a better look at the ground. And then he could see it too. That large inky black creature down there. So this indeed was a shadow being. Not that he was too much surprised about this fact, considering what else was crawling around on earth. Logan had to remember the day he had awakened as the freak he thought himself to be back in that time, not knowing who he was and most of all what he was. Unbelievable that was almost two years ago now. And still was he searching for himself. For a past that he even didn't know would be worth the effort. Well, something he shouldn't care about right now.
As if on command, a quite whimpering sound brought him back to the here and now, to the boozy little friend at their feet. Thanks to Ororo's power to call upon the rain the creature's phase of matter seemed to change from solid to something more mist-like.
With a silent question on his face, Logan looked up at Ororo again. And that silent question was Ready for an attack?.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Mar 10, 2018 6:14:36 GMT -8
Ororo picked the rain back up and watched as the mass became solid once again. Her first instinct was to kill but she knew Ainet would not approve of this. Instead, she observed and allowed Logan to do what he must. She would be ready for the attack if she was needed, she was okay in hand to hand but it had been ages since she was required to use it.
"Logan, it is rather small." She noticed something about shadow, from a distance it had seemed larger. Now it seemed that it was actually very tiny, the larger part of the shadow was from the moisture of the ground being sucked away. "I have an idea." She smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder, "wait here." She headed inside to where Ainet was sitting, the old woman alerted when she rushed through the door. "Ororo?" "Not now," She grabbed some clear jar that held sweet and poured them into a basket. Rushing back out with cork and jar in hand. The cork would seal it in and the holes would allow it to breathe but not escape. She returned to Logan and smiled, "We trap it inside, capture it." They would have to lure him away from the spot, which would not be hard to do. He was following the moisture after all.
Ororo placed the bottom of the cork in the ground, hidden just enough. She hid Logan beside and had him hold the jar, "when he stand on the cork you will quickly seal him in." She smiled and started to move the rain into a small single spot, the cloud just over the cork. She hid from her spot and watched as the beast cried and ran towards the cork, standing just where he was meant to stand.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 21, 2018 10:26:44 GMT -8
"Logan, it is rather small." Well, now where she mentioned... "I have an idea.""wait here."
And so he did, while his eyes didn't turn from the inky creature next to his boots. For a moment he thought if he should eliminate it by simply trodding it with his boot, but then he decided against. Maybe it was wiser to wait for Ororo's plan. So instead of trying to handle it on his own, Logan kneeled half down next to it. "So, you yukky little thing keep a whole village busy..."
"We trap it inside, capture it.", resounded Ororo's voice from behind eventually. "Like a firefly, you mean?", he shrugged his shoulders at that plan. A simple plan, just like the trod with a boot, but worth a try. Wordless did Logan watch her placing the bottom of the cork in the ground, while he held the jar.
"when he stand on the cork you will quickly seal him in." Logan confirmed with a nod, concentrating on the right moment to step in.
And then there was it, the right moment. Logan quickly let the trap snap shut by pushing the jar down at the little creature, which had been distracted by the new rain coming from the cloud just over it. "Gotcha!" With one quick move, he closed the jar with the cork, before raising it in his hands to have one first good look at the thing they had just captured. "You wanna hold this as a souvenir?"
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Mar 21, 2018 17:12:14 GMT -8
"You wanna hold this as a souvenir?" Ororo smirked and took the jar from him and getting a good look at the little guy.
"We need to figure out what or who it is," She held the jar and poked a few holes into the top. Small enough where it wouldn't be able to escape, "it looks sad. Like it was just trying to survive," Ororo stopped the rain completely before taking the jar back to Ainet, the old woman looked at it and was just as stumped as everyone else. "You don't know?"
"I'm afraid I have no idea what this is, whatever it is- at least it won't drain our land anymore." Ainet smiled at Logan, "Thank you for your help."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 11, 2018 11:42:01 GMT -8
Without saying another word, she took the jar and headed back off to her hut she shared with Ainet. She hoped the older woman would have an idea of what this thing was or what they could do to help. "What are you?" She ran her hand along the glass and it looked at her, it's eyes barely visible.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 14, 2018 7:15:00 GMT -8
Logan wordless watched her poking a few holes into the top of the jar before she turned around and stopped the rain completely. Some last raindrops were running down his face, as he turned his head downwards, examining the spot in which the little creature had appeared for the first time only moments ago.
Back at their hut, with the old lady already waiting inside, Logan absently eyed the tiny creature sitting in the jar, when suddenly a word was raised to him, in the first moment almost took him by complete surprise.
"Thank you for your help."
"My pleasure, ma'am.", Logan replied briefly, before adding something more. "But, in fact, you gotta thank your daughter. She's very talented." And he meant what he said. In mind though, he added: You should take care of her just because of that. Just a quick severe expression revealed the sudden thought that had come up.
"What are you?", Ororo muttered next to them, obviously absorbed in studying the little creature in the jar.
"Well, there are a lot more of abstruse freaks out there you've probably never thought of.", Logan suddenly turned to her with actually no sign of humor. "Still tryin' to figure out another." And with that he meant himself.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 18, 2018 7:54:27 GMT -8
"But, in fact, you gotta thank your daughter. She's very talented." Ororo broke into a wide grin, Ainet was like a mother to her. When she arrived here at the village she was taken in by the old woman.
"We take care of each other, she came to this village as an orphan. Traveled from Cairo to here at such a young age. She had many obstacles in her path but nothing stopped her, a strength." Ainet smiled and tapped Ororo's cheek, "Now, what to do with this creature?"
"Well, there are a lot more of abstruse freaks out there you've probably never thought of. Still tryin' to figure out another."
"Misunderstood maybe," Ororo added quickly, "whatever or whoever this was, it probably couldn't control itself. So much so it exposed itself just to drink some water."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 26, 2018 10:30:21 GMT -8
"Misunderstood maybe,"
Logan looked up with an appreciative smile at that. He liked her optimism. It almost felt like a relief after a long time of traveling alone with no more than his own bleak thoughts.
"whatever or whoever this was, it probably couldn't control itself. So much so it exposed itself just to drink some water."
"A freak's no more than someone just bein' different.", he lastly endorsed to settle the issue. "And as for the question what to do with it", Logan turned half to Ainet and then back to the creature itself. "I'd suggest to not make it go thirsty again."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 26, 2018 13:06:56 GMT -8
"A freak's no more than someone just bein' different. And as for the question what to do with it, I'd suggest to not make it go thirsty again." Ainet couldn't help but agree with Logan, this thing needed to be kept well "fed".
"Well, in that case, I guess everyone is a freak. I take a look at my village and everyone varies," Ororo smiled and placed the glass jar down on the table. "And yes, it should at least be fed once a day. I can't keep a steady stream without depleting my powers."
"It's dangerous, Ro, I don't think we should keep it-"
"Until we find someone to take it and use it properly, it's our task to take care of it. We must keep these plain's safe."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 9, 2018 17:41:32 GMT -8
"Well, in that case, I guess everyone is a freak. I take a look at my village and everyone varies," Logan gave an approving smile at this statement. That was exactly what he was going to say with his. This might not have been his way of thinking during the last months of traveling around to search for a reason of his own freak-being, but maybe he just had to stumble upon someone being as much of a freak as he was. Upon these people. These people that had made him feel like he actually could be much more than just that. Maybe he still was a freak, unquestionably, but a freak among other freaks somehow seemed less freaky, didn't it?
Logan's attention got drawn back with the sound of the placed glass jar on the table. "And yes, it should at least be fed once a day. I can't keep a steady stream without depleting my powers."
"It's dangerous, Ro, I don't think we should keep it-" He was just about to object when Ororo preempted her.
"Until we find someone to take it and use it properly, it's our task to take care of it. We must keep these plain's safe."
"Well, guess we better start advertising then.", Logan interposed while softly tapping at the jar. "I doubt there are a lot of people who will be interested."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 15, 2018 16:14:46 GMT -8
"Well, guess we better start advertising then." Ororo wasn't sure advertising about this creature would be wise. They would no doubt attract unwanted people and that might put her people in danger.
"I can not put my people in danger, especially by inviting possibly dangerous individuals here." Ororo didn't know what to do, did she seek out someone and possibly put everyone at risk? "Ainet, what should we do?" The old woman sat on her chair and stared over at the jar.
"I do not know, Ro." Ororo placed the jar on the table and poured some water into the tiny holes for the creature.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 5, 2018 9:26:49 GMT -8
"I can not put my people in danger, especially by inviting possibly dangerous individuals here."
Only his eyes wandered kind of doubtingly in her direction at that. Okay, if these guys sucked in something, then it was to get sarcasm. Logan's lips raised to a slight smile of amusement.
Until they would decide what to do about the tiny creature sitting in its jar, it seemed the best was to keep it confidential. And so it would have to sit just a little longer in there, getting a proper but not profuse feeding for the while of its stay.
---- One day later ----
As much as Logan actually had enjoyed the company, a fact that made him wonder himself, there always was following a time of farewell. Maybe that was one reason why he rather was used to not get too accustomed to anyone. It was easy to leave when you were somewhere you didn't like to be anyway. But this time it was different.
"Well then,", he made the start, the keys already readied in his hand. His eyes shortly wandered around the villagers, mostly at Ororo and Ainet though. "Thanks for gettin' the car fixed."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jul 8, 2018 6:17:52 GMT -8
Ororo made sure that Logan had a place to stay for the night. Before settling in herself, tomorrow she would start to rebuilt her village. The drought would be over and they could finally prosper again, all thanks to Logan.
By late afternoon, Logan's car had been fixed. With what resources they had, it would be enough to get him to a proper mechanic. "It should get you to where you need to go, Mr. Logan." The man said with a broken accent, "Thank you for your help."
"Yes, my village can not thank you enough." Ororo smiled and took him into a hug, "You helped save my people and for that, we are forever in your debt."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 8, 2018 21:45:33 GMT -8
***Maeve enters from New York - X-Mansion - Cerebro***
Going off what she'd seen in Charles' vision, Maeve had pictured in her mind's eye a spot of the village where a hut stood mostly apart from the others outside of the fence and where no people had been at the time they'd viewed the village. Unaware how well she'd be able to maintain and control her projected self at such a great distance or if distance had any effect on it at all, she'd opted to teleport her actual self within the vicinity of the village then to control her projected self from a safe spot. Maeve safely appeared several feet behind the hut and luckily, it was still vacant of villagers.
Maeve had only ever teleported this far on a few occasions, each time to France. After her sister's disappearance, when things had become particularly difficult and she could no longer endure the deathly stillness and silence of the home that had once held so much life, she'd found comfort in visiting the small town in her father's homeland where he'd grown up and spent his days, the spot he'd first laid eyes on her mother, the places he'd shown her as they fell in love while she'd been vacationing there. He'd always referred to it as their 'tour d'amour', chuckling every time his daughters would respond with an exaggerated roll of their eyes. Her father had been every bit the stereotypical romantic French man, right down to quoting poetry. What she wouldn't give to hear him tell the tale one more time.
As she settled into a comfortable position with her back against the hut wall, the memory of her father's voice played in her mind. 'L'amour fait les plus grandes douceurs et les plus sensibles infortunes de la vie.'
Letting her head rest against the hut wall, Maeve closed her eyes and cleared her mind. She sent out her projection, fully invisible, making her way through the village to where she'd remembered seeing Wolverine; heading out of the village in the direction of a dirt road where a car waited. The scene was much as she'd seen it, seemingly only having missed what had transpired in the short time between the end of Charles' vision to her arrival at this point. It was an odd sensation, like walking right into a movie she'd been watching.
Maeve glanced around through the eyes of her projection and when she was sure nobody's attention was on her general vicinity, she turned her projection to fully tangible and walked down the dirt path. Figuring there was a good possibility he may recognize her as the assistant to the head of Trask Industries, Maeve stopped a safe distance from Wolverine and the young girl who was currently embracing him. Of course she just had to walk in on such a moment.
"My apologies for interrupting your farewells but I have an urgent matter to discuss with Wolverine."
tour d'amour = tour of love
L'amour fait les plus grandes douceurs et les plus sensibles infortunes de la vie. = Love is responsible for the greatest pleasures and the worst problems in life. ~ by Madeleine de Scudéry
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 18, 2018 5:36:35 GMT -8
Although Logan wasn't exactly the hugging type, he let it happen and even gave Ororo a chummy pat on her shoulder. He was just about to say something like he actually did nothing at all but instead it was only herself who saved her people, when suddenly a movement in the corner of his eyes made him turn around abruptly. The rare friendliness on his face was gone immediately.
"My apologies for interrupting your farewells but I have an urgent matter to discuss with Wolverine."
Logan watched the lady for the moment of every noise around had drowned into silence. Then he completely let up on Ororo and instead made a step into the stranger's direction. He was sure to never have met this woman before, but why was she looking so familiar to him anyway? Another fact that made him wary, along with the one that she was calling him Wolverine.
Logan's facial expression hardened just a little more before he finally spoke up as well. "And I have an urgent matter to hear where you had come from all of a sudden. But then again, better just spare me and run back to the freak fan club that had spit you out."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 18, 2018 9:35:23 GMT -8
Maeve didn't flinch at his tone or even when he took a menacing step in her direction. Instead, she looked slightly affronted when adamantly saying, "Mutants are not freaks." Maeve herself then took a step toward him, eyes focused on his dog tags. "Logan, then," she read. A quirk of amusement played at the corner of her lips when she looked back up at him. "I always felt rather silly using 'mutant names'," she said with air quotes.
Maeve ignored his question of where she'd come from, his warning for her to leave, and continued in a casual manner without any trace of fear. As usual, easy to do when you knew you couldn't be permanently damaged. Remembering the girl standing by behind him who'd had the red glow of a mutant in Cerebro, Maeve momentarily ignored Logan and started to walk around him to introduce herself. "Hello, I'm Maeve," she said, offering her hand and a friendly smile.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 18, 2018 15:21:48 GMT -8
"Mutants are not freaks." No matter how to name a species, there always was someone calling you a freak. Logan didn't mind anyway. Just because there were others like him, it didn't mean they had to set a circle of chairs to meet once a week and share their deepest secrets.
"Logan, then,""I always felt rather silly using 'mutant names',"
When she took another step towards him, Logan was sure about what he thought to have sensed, or rather, to not have sensed on her. He actually never had encountered anyone giving off fewer pheromones than this woman. Something just seemed not right about her. Also, if she really knew who he was, and that might well be so, she, as well, should have heard about his attitude and that, when it came to any confrontation, he wasn't discriminating between men or women. This woman, however, wasn't showing the slightest sign of wariness nor unsettling at all.
His frown was growing even more when she momentarily ignored him and instead started a walk towards Ororo.
"Hello, I'm Maeve,"
"Now, hang on a minute.", Logan suddenly chimed in her purpose to get a warm handshake from his newest friend, by grabbing her arm to prevent her from doing so. "Whatever you gotta say, you can do it right here and without these polite phrases. I don't have all day." He gave her an expression that made clear he was very serious about this.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 18, 2018 15:53:36 GMT -8
"Now, hang on a minute.",
Maeve was stopped in her tracks before she could reach the girl. She glared down at the hand around her arm then turned the glare up at him. 'Be nice. You need his help,' she reminded herself and her glare softened to a hint of annoyance.
"Whatever you gotta say, you can do it right here and without these polite phrases. I don't have all day."
"Fine then. Straight to business." Maeve turned herself and her attention fully back toward him. She studied him for a moment, trying to figure out what type of man he was to best appeal to his nature. Was he more the revenge type or helping people in need type? She was getting the feeling he might be grudgingly the latter with the way he was holding her back from the girl but with his anger and bitterness and it being not so long since he'd escaped, she felt he'd be quicker to the former. "Trask Industries. Are you interested in a bit of revenge?"
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Aug 20, 2018 17:02:08 GMT -8
The village were gathered to say goodbye to Logan, they were very grateful for all of his help. All of them were praising and thanking him but came to a stop when the woman appeared out of nowhere. "My apologies for interrupting your farewells but I have an urgent matter to discuss with Wolverine." Ororo was instantly on guard but it seemed Logan had things under control- rude but in control.
"And I have an urgent matter to hear where you had come from all of a sudden. But then again, better just spare me and run back to the freak fan club that had spit you out."
"Mutants are not freaks." Mutants, that was a word she hadn't heard for a long time. "Logan, then, I always felt rather silly using 'mutant names', Hello, I'm Maeve," She knew Logan but he didn't know him, it was odd. Ororo didn't want to be rude, reaching out a hand but Logan was there to block them meeting.
"Now, hang on a minute. Whatever you gotta say, you can do it right here and without these polite phrases. I don't have all day."
"Fine then. Straight to business. Trask Industries. Are you interested in a bit of revenge?"
"Enough of this," Ororo placed a gentle hand on Logan's arms. "Everyone calm down and let's at least listen to what she has to say?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 24, 2018 9:19:44 GMT -8
"Fine then. Straight to business."
Already a look of great annoyance on his features, Logan released her arm with one ungentle movement. Although he was wondering about the mentioned business and where she knew him from in the first place, he still would prefer her just buzzing off. Something told him that he didn't recognize her face from a charity event in a newspaper report.
Just when Logan was about to add a Today if possible, the woman finished staring at him and finally went on.
"Trask Industries. Are you interested in a bit of revenge?"
"Enough of this," Logan's eyes wandered from the stranger to Ororo next to them. "Everyone calm down and let's at least listen to what she has to say?"
"I am calm.", he contradicted with another grumpy look towards the woman with the dark long hair. She wouldn't want to meet with him when he wasn't.
"Now, talk."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 26, 2018 20:41:23 GMT -8
The young girl commanded their attention with her authoritative demeanor. Maeve appreciated the calm, kindness in the girl and it showed on Maeve's face when she'd looked at her again. She was all for having a calm, civilized discussion but it seemed Logan wasn't.
"I am calm." "Now, talk."
He didn't seem to have recognized her, much to her relief, so then why was he so hostile toward her? Maeve could feel a slight flare in her temper that pushed her to be just as ornery as he. Ignoring him again, Maeve addressed the girl. "Is he this charming to everyone or am I just lucky?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 31, 2018 0:13:49 GMT -8
"Is he this charming to everyone or am I just lucky?"
When Logan was about to yet again rush this conversation so that this lady would finally come to the point, he inwardly winced all of a sudden. For the split of a second there had come something like a vague memory to him, actually not more than a flash of it though...
For a little moment he was back in this odd laboratory with this asshole named Stryker. Strapped to a hard ground like a guinea pig, awaiting the pain of another injection, Logan saw someone walking along the corridor visible behind glass. The woman's eyes didn't meet with his for more than a second, maybe hers not even really catching this scene at all, but he would recognize that cold seeming personality...
It had been her. This woman. Stryker's assistant.
"Excuse me for a moment.", Logan suddenly addressed Ororo, obviously trying hard to hide his upcoming anger under the surface. And before she could have reacted to his words, he once again grabbed the other woman's arm to tug her towards a more private place.
"I know who you are.", Logan verbally attacked her once they were out of the villager's earshot and he no longer able to hold his anger back. He didn't want any of these people getting involved into his messed up past and above all not putting them in danger, which had caused him to rethink his decision as for making this a one-to-one. "What do you want?", he added before she could have said anything in return.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 8, 2018 13:41:38 GMT -8
Maeve was ready and prepared for more verbal sparring, even looking forward to it. She had so much pent up anger and frustration. It oddly felt therapeutic and perhaps, she thought, maybe he'd chill out and give her request a fair listen if she allowed him to take out some of his own pent up anger on her. But Maeve was thrown when she was instead met with Logan's silence. Her attention was drawn back to him and she found him silently observing her. His expression was unreadable but she could see the wheels turning in his head over... something.
"Excuse me for a moment.",
Maeve opened her mouth to say something but suddenly found herself being dragged by the arm again. She avoided letting her temper flair over it with the reminder that she was a surprise intruder and Logan was obviously protective of the Ororo girl and her village. She didn't wretch her arm away, instead letting him continue to drag her along as they spoke. "Charming and now almost literally sweeping me off my feet," she said with pointed sarcasm while jogging to keep up with his big, quick strides.
"I know who you are.", "What do you want?"
Apparently his false calm had been for Ororo's benefit. Maeve was again caught off guard at the anger in his tone. Alarm gave her pause in her footing but she quickly dispelled it. If he'd meant to hurt her, she'd have been impaled by now but his Adamantium claws remained sheathed. He'd suddenly recalled who she was but in what context? Newspaper photos and press releases on television of her beside Stryker or was he remembering Alkali Lake despite the drugged up state he'd been in?
There was also the chance he was dragging her to a secluded place with disposing of her in mind under the pretense of talk. It didn't scare in this form. However, fear was beginning to creep up as they were getting nearer and nearer to the real her, the one vulnerable and in a meditative state behind the shed in the near distance. It was looking like they were headed for the same secluded spot she'd chosen.
Feeling they were well enough out of earshot but still visible, Maeve came to a stop and pointedly looked at his hand wrapped around her arm. She looked back up to him, dropping all sarcasm and snark to speak with calm rational. "For you to drop your prejudgment and to hear me out fairly. You may think you know who I am, Logan, but you don't know me."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 10, 2018 13:18:41 GMT -8
Logan grew with impatience, all the more since he knew where he recognized her face from. And when she stopped her steps all of a sudden, he was still making no secret out of it, instead sent a deprecatory glare her way.
"For you to drop your prejudgment and to hear me out fairly. You may think you know who I am, Logan, but you don't know me."
"Who fucking knows anybody for that matter. But I know what I've seen back in this sick lab, and that is..." Logan broke off in the middle of the sentence, as something made his head literally perk up. Something in the air. A smell. A familiar smell, at that.
And yet again did a memory rise up in his mind all of a sudden.
Through this relapsing haze around his senses, Logan's hearing and olfaction weren't completely off. Actually, quite the contrary, as they were more like completely out of control. Noises and smells seemed to come from everywhere synchronously and at the same time from nowhere. Anger was rising up in him and all of this was driving him nuts. He wanted to scream the hell out of him, even swore he did, but no tone left his lips. Then suddenly, amidst all those noises and smells, there was one smell standing out; Probably not because of its intensity but because of its proximity. As his visual sense was the one failing the most, and therefore all other senses going into something like an inner revolt just like it was with the fact of a blind person developing an outstanding sense of hearing, Logan wasn't able to make out the person that was belonging to the smell. But he swore it was close. Really close. And then he heard the clicking sound of heels receding. It was only then when parts of his senses started to clear up one by one. He wouldn't miss his chance to get out though, so he wouldn't wait until he was all clear again. Logan actually never questioned who he had owed his breakout to, as he had forgotten about the smell he perceived right before, once he had been out...
The same smell that was laying in the air right now.
"You get two minutes.", Logan suddenly stated with an adamant look towards her. "Time's running."
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