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Tweak says, "Don't tell me."

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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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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