002 ✘ [action/voice]

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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]

Comments

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You're not the only one who likes the high ground.

[molotov]

Are there really people who prefer the opposite?

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Some people don't give a rat's ass.

[molotov]

Then those people deserve what they get.

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Not everybody's living a war.

[molotov]

Most people aren't. That does not mean that they should not be careful. [After all, most of the people she gets hired to kill probably aren't expecting it.]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Didn't say they shouldn't. But that's different than taking the offensive.

[molotov]

I find that taking the offense is generally easier anyway.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

You and me both.

[molotov]

One upside to your condition is that you are always prepared, even in your sleep. [Molotov sounds just the teeniest, tiniest bit jealous]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

My 'condition', huh?

[molotov]

"Mutation" sounds like the symptom of an illness. Your condition is a gift.

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[That phrase strikes some kind of distant chord with him, a feeling he's used to by now. It's like the distant refrain of some half remembered song, where none of the words manage to come back, just the echo of a melody you can't quite pin down. He shakes it off, as always. He knows the folly of trying to chase down those fleeting memories in his head: the more he tries, the more they outpace him. Still, his response feels automatic.]

You've got the choice to return a gift.

[molotov]

[Molotov just looks at him for a long moment, her face a blank. Then she shrugs and turns her eye back to the grounds.]

You may look at it as a curse if you want. But what you have is beautiful. If I could do what you can, I would still have two eyes.

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How'd you lose it?

[molotov]

[Molotov smiles a little wryly. How do you even explain that? "Well, the love of my life and current significant other? He pulled it out and put it in a jar that he keeps in his bedroom. Also he killed my father. I probably would have been more apt to kill him if I had enormous metal blades that protrude from my body."? No, that's awful.]

Someone pulled it out.

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Funny how that works.

[molotov]

What do you mean?

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

[Inappropriate humor is inappropriate.]

Guessin' whoever did regretted it.

[molotov]

Not how you might think.

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Well, you can't leave me hanging like that.

[molotov]

He is here, and he might not appreciate my sharing.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

I'm not planning on printing out fliers about it.

[molotov]

Let's just say that he caused himself a lifetime of pain. Excruciating pain, that I inflict as much as possible. [SO NO, YOU WEREN'T WRONG ABOUT THE NAME, LOGAN but seriously don't make jokes about it.]

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And enjoy it, by the sound of it.