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[While there's a part of him still worried that Phoenix somehow snapped his mind or something, or that he's just hallucinating all this, Logan has been more or less talked down from the notion that this is all in his head.

Which means he attacked and threatened a lot of 'figments of his imagination' who ...weren't after all.   Way to make friends, Logan.  He's hardly about to apologize for it, or explain himself to anybody over the journals.  He's suffered enough public humiliation thanks to Julian's pranking.  

The pain of hearing about Jean's death - even if it was in a world apparently somehow unlike his own - intensifies his own claustrophobic sense of  despondency, stuck here with no plan for how to save her, even if he did get back home.

The whole alternate universe thing is still bugging him.  He knows the possibilities of what he could be like, given different circumstances, different choices.  Seems like other-Wolverine wound up with the X-Men too, though, and that thought's a little heartening.  

Still no word from anyone he remotely recognizes, which leaves him to feel the need to figure out exactly what kind of 'chain of command' he's dealing with around here.  He sits up on the roof, one arm slung across his knee as he looks out over the beautiful landscape.  It's breathtaking out there, he'll give it that.]

This is Wolverine.  [He feels like an idiot, talking to a book, but he sucks it up.]   I wanna hear from any X-Men stuck here, see what kinda numbers we're dealing with.  Who's in charge of the team?

[He sounds much more level-headed now, as if he hadn't shown up and trashed the place, or broken Julian's nose, etc, etc.  

He'd be happy with never speaking about his arrival in general again.  After a moment he adds:]

[Laura / X-23]

I wasn't trying to kill him.

[ooc; open over the journals, or action!spam on the roof]

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[molotov]

There are many areas in which I am highly gifted.

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You gonna share what those are, or keep 'em to yourself?

[molotov]

I will share if you do.

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[He takes a moment to mull that over then...



SNIKT.]

[molotov]

[There is a second where Molotov looks slightly taken aback, due to the noise and the suddenness. But then she just looks absolutely captivated, almost like she's having to restrain herself from reaching out to touch his claws.]

And this is natural for you?

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[An interesting question.]



Yes and no.

[molotov]

How can it be both?

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Wasn't exactly born the way I am now. But wasn't born human either.

[molotov]

Are mutants not human?

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Not according to humans.

And some mutants.

"Homo superior", they're calling it.

[molotov]

[Molotov snorts loudly] And should people be making way for you?

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Only if they're up to no good.

[molotov]

[For a moment, Molotov seems a bit confused. Did he just not get a Bowie reference? Guido had seemed to know who he was!] And what is "no good"?

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Trying to screw over someone who can't help themselves.

[molotov]

And do you find many of these people?

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World's full of 'em.

[molotov]

And you took on such a task simply because you are so kind and giving.

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Somethin' to do.

[molotov]

In my world, a man of your gifts would have far better things to do than wage an endless, soul-crushing fight.

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Wasn't anything good on TV.

[molotov]

Is there ever? Let me guess, you quit your job as an accountant to take up the good fight.

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Is it that obvious?

[molotov]

You certainly look like the kind of man who normally wears a suit. [This is fun, Molotov likes that Logan rolls with her teasing]

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[Digging in his coat for a cigar.]

Left it at the dry cleaners back in my dimension, unfortunately.

[molotov]

I hope you kept your ticket. You will have to pick it up when you go back.