Logan (saysbubalot) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-07-03 21:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | elixir, wolverine |
who: Logan and Josh
when: Friday night. Backdated.
where: The Boys Men's Restroom
what: Wolverine hasn't been the greatest adviser, preferring a hands-off approach. All that's about to change now that he's learned not only his team remains scoreless but his squad leader doesn't bother to come to training.
Wolverine wasn't a good training squad adviser. Sure, he could teach the kids a few combat and subterfuge tricks but it didn't do much good without them having the physical coordination to pull the moves off. Logan wasn't one for team environments, let alone taking on a 'faculty' role, so he had drug his feet a little at first when he was given his own training squad - X-Force. Logan held the training during the hours he was supposed to, but it was mostly just 'gym' time with the occasional sparring session. It was nowhere near as intense or "super-hero" minded as other squads were. Logan didn't see the point, especially when his entire squad was full of people with passive or defensive mutations. He had no one with a long ranged ability and Wolverine, despite his time with the X-Men, still didn't know the first thing about saving the world and how you train for that. He hadn't even bothered to show up for the challenge, seeing as how his input wasn't allowed during those sessions anyway. Besides, there was a World Cup match on.
Another thing Logan wasn't good with was computers. When the Professor e-mailed out the results, Logan remained oblivious until he went to his Friday training session with his squad. There, he found them in low spirits - and with their squad leader missing. Wolverine hadn't been invested much in X-Force, but he was now. This was becoming embarrassing, and not just because Professor Xavier had also been giving him the eye. His squad was the only team to remain scoreless and they were up against some of the most deranged teenagers and faculty members he had ever met. Foley wasn't even taking it serious enough to bother showing up for training. Logan could admit it was his fault internally, but he wasn't going to be admitting any faults in the moments to come. Wolverine, with his new conviction to have X-Force kick ass (scoring would be a bonus), wasn't going to give any time for sentiment and regrets. It was time for work.
First order of business: kicking some golden ass into shape. Logan had been traversing the hallway with no real destination in mind, waving a hand as he crossed the path of a foul odor. Disgusting. Alison Blaire or one of those girls that wore too much perfume must have just walked through here. It was then he smelled someone else, someone who was actually present up ahead. Logan glanced up just in time to see the golden boy duck into the public restroom by the cafeteria. "...hhhn."
Before Josh would even be able to make it to the stall or urinal of his choice, Wolverine kicked the door open with his worn out cowboy boots and huffed inside. "FOLEY!"