No one's getting smarter WHO: Logan Howlett and Emma Frost WHERE: Emma's place WHEN: Friday night WHAT: Discussing the bad element that's come to Marrowood WARNINGS: Possible language/TBD STATUS: In-Progress
With the exception of Captain America the influx of residents to Grimoire had been on the seedier side. Logan had caught glimpses of them while on patrol and looked over their network interactions, and the feeling he got was the kind that knotted in the pit of his stomach. His instinct was rarely wrong, and under any other circumstances he would have already been down in the visceral district (on his own) to test out those theories.
But being with the X-Men taught him a thing or two about teamwork, and the importance of having some backup. He might have been able to ask Cap or Barton to go with him, but there was just something about having another member of the X-Men with him. Not that he knew Frost from his world, but since her arrival they had met and discussed each others' histories. They were friends and teammates, and they knew a lot of the same people. There were enough similarities that Logan just dismissed the fact that they didn't know one another directly.
Logan arrived at Em's place with a bag of food in hand, and a six pack of beer in the other. Best to discuss tactics on a full stomach and all that. He knocked sharply. "Hey, it's me."