Thread: Wolverine & Mystique Who: Logan & Mystique When: Late evening, Sunday, October 5 Where: Catskill Park (near The Lair) What: Logan is out and wandering in the wilderness. As usual.
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Of course Logan wasn't settled with all of this. People were being sent away or leaving of their own accord to avoid government pressure, or they were in hiding. The school was suddenly a hotbed of people in hiding and how long would that last? The government knew what kind of a school they were. They were going to come checking soon and the results, they weren't going to be pretty. At all.
Logan wasn't registered. They'd tried to drag him in to register him in the midwest, while he was traveling. He ended up with the ink on his arm, stabbing in and never getting to form numbers. The thing about Logan was, he stabbed back.
He felt guilty about all that. He spent so much time trying not to give into his killer instincts that breaking down and killing people, for whatever reason, really bothered him. He was sure those people were just doing their job. He was sure the he just affirmed their negative opinions of mutants. There were grieving families and Logan just up and left. Wasn't caught, wouldn't get caught ... the police were probably after him. A lot of people were after him. The guilt was almost enough to get him to turn himself in. ---And he was glad for it. Feeling guilty meant he gave a damn. It made him feel more human than animal. He cared about something.
He went out on Sunday alone, just to tak the motorcycle out for a spin. Out of the habitated areas and into the wild. He knew the Lair was around here. Didn't care. He just wanted the quiet that came from the woods at night. The motorcycle was parked and Logan walked, hands in his pockets. Didn't care where he was heading or when he'd end up back; he just wanted to move for the sake of moving right now. Chew things over in his head.