http://inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-05-18 12:52 pm

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Who: [livejournal.com profile] slicesanddices, and [livejournal.com profile] inmylight_comdr
What: A Spartan and an X-Men walk into a bar ...
When: May 12th, after this thread
Where: Death Match
Rating: None ... yet ... ?

Out of armor, free from grease and oil (mostly), Kat arrives a few minutes late. A bit abnormal for her, but recently she'd been out of sorts, dwelling more and more on her team and the fact that she wasn't quite sure what to do without them. Building the Falcon helped, a strenuous task that kept her mind and her hands busy, but it wasn't enough.

Hopefully meeting with someone who was more familiar with the Lone Wolf tactics would help. At the very least, she was still fascinated by the similarities and differences in her and Wolverine's programs and augmentations, and any chance to pick his brain more about it, she'd take.

She walks in, ducking a little to miss the doorway, and glances around.

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-05-18 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Wolverine's already at the bar, which has been graciously restored by either the castle, or the workers there. Logan really doesn't care either way, but obviously the employees do, by the way they're all muttering together and shooting glances down his way from the far end of the bar. He just slowly turns his head down that way to fix them with a stare intended to shut 'em right up - and it does the job. When he turns his head back over his shoulder, he sees Kat coming in, and takes another sip of his beer.

He figures she'll see him. It's hard to miss the hair.

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-05-19 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"What, you don't go to bars?" he asked. He'd sort of taken her for the kind of woman who was likely to, but then again, even after all these years, seemed like women could always find some way to surprise him. He gestured with his cigar to the barkeeper who came over, skimming a wary eye between them. Logan placed an order for a second round of what he was having, and an extra for her, figuring she could at least hold her liquor.

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-05-19 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Wherever there's a good bar around," he replied. Logan wasn't about to launch into an explanation of why he found bars comforting, since it wasn't as if he'd psychoanalyzed his own reasons for it ever. But people tended to leave him alone there, or even when they didn't, it usually ended in a good scrap, which he could also chalk up to a good day.

"One thing you can find almost anywhere, luckily."

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-05-19 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
His response was an affirmative grunt, as he dug in his pocket for a light.

"Never did like anyone tellin' me what to do, for starters." Using that phrase 'never did' made his brow furrow, however. Hell, for all he knew, maybe he used to be the poster boy for falling in line. Too much he didn't know. But he had to deal with what he did. "And usually havin' someone else in my path's a bad idea, and a good way for them to get hurt."

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-05-20 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He frowned a little, thinking back. For some reason, the memory was much more indistinct than it should have been, considering how sharp his mind usually was, and how important it'd been.

"The team kinda ran into me, actually, when I got attacked by another mutant. Woke up in their headquarters, no clue what the hell was goin' on... Real high tech crap."

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-05-24 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Guess I was curious to see what the hell it was all about," he said, with a shrug. "The Professor - the guy who's the leader of the whole outfit - was a telepath, so he knew which buttons to push right off the bat, and what I was lookin' for." He still felt like he was missing a piece of the puzzle that was his own life, which was unsettling, and reminded him of the disturbing implications of what Charles had done to Jean's mind... and maybe his too, if she was right.

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-05-24 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Logan considered this for a long moment before landing on an answer that summed up the extent of it.

"Annoying."

He valued his privacy, especially when it came to his personal feelings on things, and even though he trusted Chuck - or had at least - fully, it didn't make him any happier about someone knowing him from the inside out.

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-05-25 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Back in my world," Logan started, "some of us are born with genetic mutations that lead to this kinda thing. Some of it's hereditary, some of it pops up outta seemingly nowhere. A few mutants think that kinda thing makes us better than humans, a lotta humans think it makes for freaks, who they just want outta their damn yard."

He shrugged, as if none of this really affected him too much. "We gotta get by, like anybody else though, and we're sure as hell not goin' anywhere."

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-05-26 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"There's always some kind of war goin' on," Logan remarked. "No matter where or how it's bein' waged." Considering the way he'd lived his life as long as he could remember, at least, he rarely ever thought of himself as a 'civilian' per se. Civilians had homes they stuck around, picket fences, jobs they could really hold down.

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-06-07 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"A flag for everyone to unite around, I take it," he said, with a snort. Wasn't anything new to him. That was the way of history. "Good timin'."

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-06-08 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm," he murmured, dangling his glass between two fingers. He was still curious about her little set-up, but stuck with a more basic question for the time being.

"How long you been here?"

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-06-09 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Some people are sayin' years when I ask 'em that. Good to have somethin' to look forward to," Logan mused bitterly. To be honest, this place itself wasn't so bad. Hell, if anything it was kind of nice: 'least here he actually wasn't seen as a freak by anybody, which was ... different. But the fact was he didn't like being anybody's plaything, and he needed to know what was going on back home.

"You got somethin' worth gettin' back to?"

[identity profile] slicesanddices.livejournal.com 2011-06-10 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Pretty big on that duty, honor, hero bit, aren't you?" he asked, and despite the amusement and cynicism battling in his tone, there was real respect there as well. Wasn't like he could argue that he was much different - just didn't take orders on how to do it very well.