Who: Wolverine, tag Jeanix When: October 31st, 2008 (afternoon) Where: Xavier's; sub-basement (medical offices) What: Vampires: Can't live with 'em, can't ... live with 'em. Status: In Progress Rating:PG-13 For rodent angst.
He and Storm were over. And it was all Hank's fault. Not directly, Logan figured that was mostly Storm's doing. But through his actions and inaction, Hank had made this whole situation crumble to what it had become - and he had brought this plague down on the school. Where children lived. The blue man had said he could control it - and the others like him. He had taken responsibility. Now what had happened? In the grand scheme of things, Logan supposed this was the tip of the iceberg, but it personally chapped his ass. Hank had been the smartest guy he knew, save Xavier. So when it came time to finding someone to scream at about talk to about his frustrations, he found himself hard pressed. Storm obviously was out of the question, seeing as she was Kurt's now, and expecting... Jesus. After a few days of warm beer and cold showers (oh, and killing things. Cute, woodlandy-things), the Wolverine had finally decided to go and speak with the woman he'd been avoiding for nearly a year.
Now, Logan sat perched on the corner of Jean's desk, and he made no attempt to hide his emotions from the telepath. He seethed with anger, about the situation with Storm, and felt nothing but contempt for Beast. "We need to find out what Beast has been doing every day. It isn't right. I've smelled him when he slinks in after dark sometimes... he doesn't smell like that synthetic crap that goes in everyone elses' bottles. He smells like humans." Beast had been spending a ton of time with Emma, and even more time with Xavier - in private. And no one had heard yet what was being exchanged. Logan wanted answers. None of this felt right.