"Yup," Logan nodded, leaning forward and propping his elbows up on the bar. "Body-jumper with reality warping powers. Went by the name of David. He hopped into me and promptly got me hit by a truck." He smirked ruefully. "Kid was still working on his technique, I guess."
"Nightwing." He took a swig from the beer. "Sounds like a codename. Probably a superhero." Nightwing was hardly the worst codename Logan had ever heard of. It wasn't the best, of course, but hardly the worst. He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Or it could just be a wannabe. Guess you'll see when the guy pipes up."
He sighed, running a hand over his face. "Yeah, trust me when I say me being possessed is the worst thing that could happen to this nice little town." He glanced at the door. "The pretty blonde said she'd bring me some amulet thing that can keep possessions from happening." How amulets would help if the demons could just TK them away he wasn't sure, but it was better than nothing.
"I'm an X-Man," Logan laughed, tipping the bottle up and finishing off the last of the beer. "Guess you could think of us as a superhero group. So zany shit is not all that strange to me." Not to mention his time at Weapon X.