Characters: Vanisher, OT Wolverine Setting: Xavier Manor at night Content: Swearing for sure, good chance for Ford getting his ears boxed Summary: Logan decides to have a chat with the resident slime ball Ford had been taking it easy since the party, partially because he had faced a hell of a hangover the next morning, partially because he was just a lazy cad. That was one nice thing about being at Xaviers, he was not really expected to do much. He showed his abilities by porting people around now and again, he snooped now and again, but all and all, he really did not have to do much. Life was good.
Tonight was a night when he had to do something, but at least it was a simple something. He ran a hand over his freshly shaved head and strolled lazily through the Manor, looking bored. He rounded a corner, then allowed his powers to kick in. His body slid up and into his tattoos, which seemed to erase themselves. A moment later, he 'unfolded' inside of Xaiver's office. A smirk pulled at his lips as he moved quietly to the large desk. Some papers to scan, a few drawers to dig through and he would be done for a little while. He just needed to see if there was anything worth reporting back to Magneto. His abilities made it so easy, no need to worry about getting caught sneaking inside, he just appeared. No need to worry about where he would end up, his abilities made sure he ported into clear, open space. It was so convenient.