InsaneJournal

The cleaning up of the barn had gone surprisingly well, they'd gotten a fair amount done and Remy had (finally) agreed to actually help them do real work. So he wasn't as injured as he had wanted them to believe, but it didn't mean he wasn't in pain. He certainly was in pain, just not as much as he said. Surprise, the Cajun was a liar. However, once the work of cleaning up the barn had been done, the Cajun had reminded Logan that it might be good for them to look around the surrounding forest for some sort of timber to make some torches, or a few fires to light the town. They didn't, after all, have any electricity at the moment and thus they had no light after dark. And that meant, of course, that once they got into the forest, even while the sun was still just barely up, it would be relatively dark for the pair. That had never really been a problem for Logan, Remy knew.. and it wasn't much of a problem for him, either.

So, after letting the others know where they were going, the two mutants were headed into the forest alone.. and once they were far enough away from the barn, the Cajun was speaking up. "You t'ink you helpin' 'dese people, Logan? Non. You gon' hur' someone, 'cause you can' get your temper un'er control. You gon' blow up at someone an' kill 'dem, you ain' careful. You take me on, non? Get out somea'dat energy out." Of course.. Logan fighting with anyone, especially the cheeky, injured Cajun wasn't a good idea. Sure, he could do some flips, as he'd demonstrated.. but there wasn't any way he could hold his own against Wolverine. No one here could. Right?

Wrong.