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Logan (canucklehead) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-07-27 02:33:00

Entry tags:

james howlett, raven xavier

Who: Logan and OPEN
What: Wandering, maybe going out to find a drink, but namely just wandering.
Where: Near the Mansion, drifting where ever.
When: Late evening, July 26th
Rating: R, at the least.
Notes:

To say this place was strange? That was an understatement. From what he could tell, a lot of the other mutants he knew were here, but next to none of them came from his time -- least of all Xavier, Magneto, or Mystique. He could hardly believe the change he'd heard in both of them, just from the few communications they'd had on the network. The professor seemed a lot more collected than he remembered, and certainly didn't seem to be his usual self. Telling him there was no need to resort to violence? It was like he hadn't figured out that telling him that didn't really do much and the Xavier he knew, well, he'd have said something with a bit more force behind it.

The whole thing was just confusing, not that such was anything new for him. Most of his life he'd spent time with the wrong memories, if any at all, and whenever he did remember something? It never really ended well for him, or for many of the people involved. Even now, he knew his brain felt fuzzy. He figured that something to do with the whole Nitro nearly disintegrating him, never mind the subsequent being yanked into a new reality, was likely responsible for it. He even gave his head a brisk shake, trying to shake off the fog from his mind as he trekked down the sidewalk.

He had grown to really dislike having his memories so shaken, or being confused in general. It was much, too much, a common theme in his life. It also meant he could never really trust himself, or anyone else who seemed to remember him. It was likely why he was so hesitant to tell anyone he was going out walking. He hadn't even told Kitty, who at least had a notion of who he was and an understanding, never mind actually seemed happy to see him. He'd just decided to go out for a walk, see what was out there and -- with a bit of luck -- wouldn't run into any kind of trouble.

He knew better than to bank on it though. His luck, be it as James, as Logan, or even as Wolverine, had never been that good.

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whoeveryouwant
2012-07-29 05:24 am UTC (link)

It wasn't often that Raven was silent. She almost always had a comment for anything that was said, and tended to have a bad habit of interrupting people to make her opinion known while they were still busy giving their own. However, every so often, she was capable of keeping her mouth shut and actually listening to someone else. That's how it was this time.

She didn't know why she didn't feel the typical urge to interrupt. It wasn't because she agreed with him. Sure, he had valid points, but he also seemed to be way off base when it came to his idea of why she had the views she did. Yet she still stayed quiet until he'd finished speaking, and even for a few seconds after he'd stopped while she really thought about what she was going to say in return.

"Okay," she finally began, her tone curiously light given the topic of conversation. "I don't know where you're getting your information but... no. Until a few months before I showed up here, no one but Charles even knew I was a mutant. I didn't travel from place to place. I met him when I was a kid and I grew up in Westchester County, as Raven Xavier, with my super smart older brother, an ass for a step-father, a jerk for a step-brother, and an alcoholic mother. The toughening up wasn't from being treated like crap by humans in general. It came from the things Charles and I went through while we were growing up."

Pausing to draw a breath, as well as wipe the snow flakes from her cheeks before they could freeze on her skin, she continued in that same curiously light tone as before. "For a long time, I believed Charles when he said that humans would someday accept us. I mean, sure, I still considered it to be him and me against the world, but he made it seem like, one day, that really would change." She snorted softly and cut a sideways look at Logan.

"Until a bunch of us helped save the world and, instead of thanking us, the government tried to wipe us all out in one go." With a shake of her head at the memory, Raven pushed it out of the forefront of her mind and continued. "Then I came here. And, low and behold, looks like my brother was right. People really can get along, for the most part. Even Erik had to admit that's the case in this city." She gave a slight shrug. "But I'm not holding out any hope that's going to happen back home anytime soon. So maybe I will someday become her. If I go back home, and I don't remember any of this, there's no maybe to it. I will keep fighting alongside Erik, and eventually Charles will die, and the humans will come up with a way to strip our mutations from us, and I'll wind up alone, human, and bitter to the point that I won't even recognize myself anymore. Thing is, though?"

She once again glanced over at him, her tone hardened with determination. "I plan on never leaving this place. And, if I do, I'm sure planning on remembering it. Because it's not that I'm not her. It's that I don't want to be her. I've seen what my future holds and it isn't pretty."

Her eyes shone as she added with conviction, "I'm mutant and proud of it. But not at the cost of who I am." Pausing for another second, she added almost as an afterthought, her tone more teasing than anything, "And I'm not bitchy, thank you. I'm petulant, and adorably so. So there."

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canucklehead
2012-07-29 06:58 am UTC (link)

"Huh." He replied, and it seemed for a moment like he would say no more for a moment. There was a long pause while he genuinely debated over her words, and seemed to come to some conclusion. "I think I liked you more when I thought you'd just become a bitch because you'd been mistreated." He replied, rather frankly, before stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Truth be told, he didn't have much knowledge about her, even where he was from. He knew she was, somehow or another, related to Juggernaut and The Professor, and somehow or another tied to Rogue, but she was such a shifty person, no pun intended, that it was often hard to sort out the facts on her. The only thing he knew, for absolute certain, was that when they saw one another, violence tended to follow. He was rather enjoying this change of pace.

"You think you're the only one who's ever had it stuck to 'em by a bunch of suits and brass bars?" He half growled at her, even taking the time to hold up one hand and extend the adamantium claws toward the sky. "You think these claws were always made of adamantium? You think my memory has always been like a piece of Swiss cheese? You think I like knowin' that every day someone might come up to me, tellin' me all the terrible things I've done and don't remember because some stuff, white collar, human decided it would be a good idea to go stickin' needles in my head?"

His response was aggressive, to say the least, but if that was the best reason she had for being the way she was, well, he though it was absolute crap. "That ain't the way the world works. People are always gonna be afraid, of you, of themselves, of dyin'. It's the one thing we all got in common, and you think, just because you go runnin' around tryin' to teach 'em a lesson, it's gonna get better?" His words grew sharper by the moment, but it was just that kind of thinking that was driving his world to ruin and ashes. It was what was turning friends against one another, and setting a stage that made sure literally everyone lost.

"And what are you talkin' about? Humans findin' a way to strip your mutations? That ain't gonna happen. No way. You've got more to worry about in terms of mutants fightin' mutants -- which is half the damn reason humans are afraid of us in the first place -- than you ever do about some cockeye'd lab rat brewin' up a way to take our powers away." If there was such a thing, he'd have heard about it for sure, and he'd have torn the world apart to see that someone put a stop to it. That wouldn't have been right.

"Even so, it don't matter. You're tellin' me you've seen a better way. That's what counts. If we ever get outta here, if we ever get to go home, you remember that, and remember this chat. Remember the time I took you out for a beer -- 'cause there ain't gonna be too many good memories if we don't seriously start tryin' to do things better."

He looked at her, rather seriously.

"An everyone deserves a good memory, at least one."

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whoeveryouwant
2012-07-29 07:23 am UTC (link)

Raven didn't flinch when he seemed to grow angrier at her words. She didn't even bat an eye. She knew, in a way, he was right. Her reasons for joining Erik were a bit more convoluted than she'd stated, but they still weren't very sound. However, her point was that she didn't necessarily feel that way now and Logan seemed to get that much. That was all that really mattered.

Although she did shoot him a somewhat dark look when he all but called her a liar about the supposed 'cure' that her older self had been injected with. Back straightening a bit and her chin rising a few notches, she bit out a terse, "They called it a cure and it exists, in my future. They went after Erik, intending to use it on him. I got in the way."

Her nostrils flared a bit at the memory, eyes shifting to their normal, yellow hue for the briefest of instants as she struggled to focus on keeping her human guise in lieu of the anger of what her future held. As her eyes shifted back and she once again regained control, she added, "Believe me about it or don't, I really don't give a crap. But it's the truth. Not that it matters, of course, since I already said I'm not leaving here if I can help it, but it is the truth."

She fell silent then for a long couple of moments after that, simply listening to the sound of the snow crunching as they walked. Drawing in a breath, finally, she glanced over at Logan and asked in a much lighter tone, "So. Has that nose of yours picked a place yet? At this rate, I'm liable to be blue from frostbite by the time we get there. And while blue is definitely a good look on me, I'm pretty attached to my fingers and toes."

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canucklehead
2012-07-31 10:44 am UTC (link)

"I never called you a liar." He retorted flatly. "You say we're from different times, so maybe what you're sayin's already happened, but I'm sayin' it didn't happen to me." He was remarkably able to deal with the concept of different times, but this wasn't exactly his first day at the office. Time traveled happened, not everything was the same as you remembered it when you left. It wasn't that hard to consider, but he was used to seeing a lot of things change.

"An I'm sayin' that, if it did, it's hardly gonna be the biggest thing you have to worry about." He turned to look at her as they walked. She might have been trying to drop the subject and let it go, but that just wasn't his style. "I seen mutants and humans go to war, an I get. Humans get scared. Humans just wanna know they're safe, that they can go to sleep in their tiny boxes and make the world all sunshin' and fuckin' rainbows. That don't make what they do right.." Logan would never, ever, agree with it.

"..but that ain't the worst thing we have to worry about. One day, someone's gonna come along with an idea. They're gonna put some mutants on some reality show about stoppin' people from hurtin' humans. Great idea. Buncha kids. Way outta their league." Logan's tone was a soft growl, not at her, but at just how stupid the whole thing sounded. "It all goes wrong, and then you know what happens..?" His voice trailed off, but the question was clearly rhetorical.

"..Humans get scared, as they do. They go demandin' registrations, that we all gotta give up our identity, and, top put the icin' on the cake? Some of us start agreein' with it." He turned to look at her. "I'm tellin' you. I been through more wars for more stupid reasons than you can imagine, so, when I tell you I can smell one comin', it's a good idea to take it pretty seriously." He turned to look at her, his eyes sharp, but genuine. "And ain't none of us gonna come out of that 'on top'. So maybe humans are the problem where you're from, I get that, but if we keep bickerin' and carryin' on like we're better than them, like they owe us somethin', they're gonna keep findin' reasons to lock us up, and they we all lose."

It was then his turn to let a silence fall, before he glanced down a side street and gave a sniff. "This way." He said, changing topics rather all at once. "If there's one smell I know, it's the smell of good drink."

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