perfectcameo: (which Thou hast kept for all my kin)
logan ∫ wolverine ∫ james howlett ([personal profile] perfectcameo) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-01-01 10:13 pm

where fast the Arctic nights set in

Who: Logan, Laura Kinney, Njoki Rainmaker, and some other people probably. Not all at the same time.
What: Existing in Baedal once an obvious exit sign has since not been found.
Where: Various!
Warnings: Swearing, so we can get an Oscar.


Shaking the cage of people in his same predicament, turns out, isn't as engaging as he had hoped. He doesn't like the CiD, it fits wrong in his hand, he feels like he could shatter it if he draws tendon and bone tight in a fist, and its mechanisms feel too small for his fingers. But eventually, he sends off a text message, some delayed and somewhat grudging.
could use that beer
He misses traffic, too. Cars don't spook so easily and he can live out of a truck.

There is a time after dusk that he picks up a scent, and follows it all the way into the Spatters. He'd been looking for it before and despite the waning hour, because a little darkness never killed nobody, and he had to know.

The evenings he isn't working in the gambling dens, with cards and fists both, to make his way are spent in hibernation on uncomfortable mattresses with a roof over his head. Daylight holds as many bar interiors as the evening. It isn't like useless, purposeless roaming never suited him before.

It just chafes, this time around.

[ OOC: See comments for some thread starters, both open and closed, otherwise make your own! ]
23rd: (pb ✗ the fire of her desire)

[personal profile] 23rd 2012-01-01 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
All people with vigilante tendencies tend to wind up in the Spatters at some point -- it's where most of the real crime that goes unnoticed by the militia happens. Oh, it's not like the rest of the city is entirely safe, but most of the danger there is tied up in the Candlelighters, or else low-level thugs most people can handle on their own. The Spatters have more urgency.

It's not exactly a need for atonement that drives her here, but it's close enough.

The context of the scene in which she can be found is immediately identifiable: one hysterical thug, one equally hysterical woman, and Laura with her claws pointed at the former, digging hard enough into his neck to make him bleed -- not that it takes much pressure. She won't kill if she doesn't have to, but times like this, it's hard.

She knows he's approaching, but her attention is directed firmly on the present -- she's reasonably sure he's not a threat, so she doesn't respond to his nearness. Not yet, at least. She breaks the guy's arm in two places before she hurls him halfway across the street despite the fact that he's twice her size, advancing on him until he flees like a terrified animal.

When she turns to look for the woman, she's already gone. That's probably for the best; Laura's strength lies in action, not comforting the traumatized. She wouldn't know what to do or say.
23rd: (pb ✗ like i might suck your blood)

[personal profile] 23rd 2012-01-02 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
She should have killed him. It's bothering her, tension visibly rising -- she should have killed him. Leaving survivors goes against everything she's been raised with, and it's a poor tactical decision to boot. She scared him and he might lay off for a few weeks, maybe months, but sooner or later he'll try again when he's sure he won't be caught. She shouldn't have let him live.

Laura's fists clench hard enough to leave her knuckles white as she turns around. She's never happy to see him under the best circumstances, but she's making an attempt to reign her anger in because he's not the one she knows. Her claws retract; she's not planning on fighting him.

"I told you to stay away from me." They're both so good at doing what they're told, yes.
23rd: (pb ✗ i looked away; you were on fire)

[personal profile] 23rd 2012-01-02 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
She gives him this look like really, you're here to make smalltalk? and doesn't answer. He didn't track her down because he's interested in her hobbies, she's reasonably sure of that, and he's not dumb, he knows by looking at her that she doesn't need to be tailed for protection.
23rd: (pb ✗ white as dracula as i approach)

[personal profile] 23rd 2012-01-02 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"No." Wouldn't that be nice, though.

She considers him for a moment. If she were in his position, she'd want to know. The similarities can't have escaped his notice and she wouldn't blame him for assuming it does have something to do with him, because he would be right. If he doesn't remember Weapon X, implied from the last time she mentioned it around him, then she knows something about his past that he does not. "You want to know what I am."

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aldabeyoun: (bring it shorty)

[personal profile] aldabeyoun 2012-01-01 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
After agreeing to meet at The Apache, Njoki finished repairing the remade bantha (or whatever the hell it was), scrubbed up well because they smell only slightly better than a tauntaun, and made her way over to the bar.

"Hey."
aldabeyoun: (lookit you)

[personal profile] aldabeyoun 2012-01-02 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
"S'on me," she says, keeping her promise as she flags down the bartender and orders a pint of something keg brewed and reasonably popular.

Logan is welcome to notice that her body language is a bit unusual for someone full human. There's something 'off' about her posture and the way her joints line up and move. She smells of a recent shower with a mildly cedar scented soap, under that there's sandalwood, old blood, gunpowder, beeswax and something animalistic.
aldabeyoun: (welp)

[personal profile] aldabeyoun 2012-01-02 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Njoki chuffs and moves to clink her glass against his in an impromptu toast in lieu of telling Logan he's welcome. "To the universal constant of beer?"

The cigar smoke doesn't bother her, but then again, not much in The Apache does. Ki is comfortable and confident both because she's been here before but also because she knows they have no problem with xenians. Other than being able to sense the undead, Njoki doesn't really have any skill when it comes to identifying who or what her drinking companion might be.
aldabeyoun: (tell me more)

[personal profile] aldabeyoun 2012-01-03 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"You seemed like a stand-up kind of guy," she says with a shrug. "And, I think it's a damn good idea to know who's in the cohort."

"You weren't here for it, but the last time the city went to shit, the gods tasked our cohort to do a bunch of Hercules' labours." Which is only slightly less mad than it actually sounds, but it provides a good reason to want to know reliable (or reliable looking) people.

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magnetic: ...get your own (back of frankenstein's monster's head)

[personal profile] magnetic 2012-01-02 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
The last time Erik approached this man in a bar, he remembers, he and Xavier were barely able to introduce themselves before being told precisely where they could go. It's not a point of blame, really—he may have done the same, himself—but it was among the most memorable parts of the trip.
Back then, of course, he couldn't personally sense the guy from outside the building.

This is why, as Erik passes by a nondescript brick façade, its equally unremarkable door papered with the ubiquitous seasonal layers of faded and half-torn flyers, he is gripped by a legitimate double-take that stops him both mid-sentence and mid-stride. "She's gentle as a kitten, really, you needn't be intimidated—" It's well short of cartoonish, but for Erik, who generally conducts himself in an understated fashion, it comes off less than subtle.

"Hang on," he says to Xavier, who by this point may have overtaken him by a few strides, already turning toward the door before the words have even finished, "I want to see something."
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cerebral: (reserved → of the dreams we had)

[personal profile] cerebral 2012-01-02 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not intimidated, I—" Oh okay, Erik. He frowns, wondering what it is that got his friend's attention, and takes a moment to raise two fingers to his temple and do a careful mental sweep of the nearby area.

Huh. That's unexpected. Not to mention...different.

But since Erik is intent on going in, Charles is, too. They're admitted into the building very easily —too easily, some would say, but telepathy is fun like that— and walk on in to the bar area...if that's what it can be called. The place is an utter dive, but given the recreation it houses, it's not surprising. For the record, Charles doesn't feel unsettled in any way, although he does shoot Erik a questioning side glace.

"You know, I'm certain he made his opinion quite clear the first time." Then again, it's not as though potentially unwise, spur of the moment decisions have stopped either of them before.
magnetic: (manly kitchen discussion)

[personal profile] magnetic 2012-01-08 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
"He wasn't the same the first time." Erik leans in closer to Charles to say this, as though anyone will hear him over the rabble anyway. And then the other mutant glances their way, and Erik lifts his chin, and perhaps they make eye contact briefly—or perhaps not. Either way, he adds, "Well, he's seen us. Come on." It would be excessively creepy just to hang around staring at the guy, after all, now that their presence has been effectively acknowledged. Now they must at least say a few words, or else he might become (more) suspicious of their motives.

(Erik would have have gone over anyway, of course, but now they're practically obliged.)
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cerebral: (⊗ the shows we perform)

[personal profile] cerebral 2012-01-09 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
Charles rests a hand on Erik's arm to stop him from going over quite so immediately. "That's not the only thing. There are large gaps in his memory prior to the past fifteen years. It's —this isn't the place to explain such matters. I'll tell you more later. But I think perhaps I should instigate the conversation." Like that went so well last time.

And he withdraws his contact with Erik to go and approach Logan. His body language is not loaded with the over confidence of their first meeting: he is more neutral, slightly cautious, but also not so easily dismissed.

"Excuse me —I hope you don't mind my saying congratulations. That was...quite an extraordinary display." Which he hadn't seen, not exactly, but he'd picked it up from the minds of others. "I'm Charles Xavier. And my friend here—" with a gesture to the other man no doubt by his side, "is Erik Lehnsherr."

Superficially, there's not much to link the man in front of Logan to the Xavier of the future. He still has use of his legs and a full head of hair. But there are certain mannerisms of hand, facial expressions and the fact that almost forty years later, he won't have changed his aftershave from a certain something with sandalwood undertones.
magnetic: (fraying connection)

[personal profile] magnetic 2012-01-15 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"You know us, don't you?" Subtlety, thy name is Lehnsherr.

Pardon him, he's just feeling enthusiastic about this ever so serendipitous encounter. It's one of the few times of late in which he hasn't felt stressed out over the prospect of meeting someone who knows more about him than he does, in a manner of speaking—probably because it's happening on his own terms. And it's sort of an amazing stroke of luck. And this fellow's skeleton is really interesting, and by the way he fails to make proper eye contact, Logan should be well aware that he too is well aware. As it were.

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