Daken Akihiro

I've made mistakes. I'm not a good person. I want to change that. It's hard though, when people look at you and see only one thing. When they judge you, before giving you a chance. This is my chance to prove I can be someone different. Daken Akihiro || begin again hq

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☕ - Logan, Laura, Gabby (aka Snikt Family Edition TM)

☕ - get coffee with, go out to dinner with, steal their food.

Get coffee with - Laura

Go out to dinner with - Gabby - purely because this girl does NOT need coffee

Steal their food - Logan

@notyourweapcn / @thehoneyxbadger / @jameslogans

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🍪 - make cookies for, make a five-course meal for, burn all their food... Gabby, Laura, Logan

Make cookies for - Gabby

Make a five course meal for - Laura

Burn all their food - Logan

did anyone not see this coming

@thehoneyxbadger / @notyourweapcn / @jameslogans

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laylashrugged‌:

@clcwedking​

The party wasn’t unbearable and there wasn’t any stuff happening tonight that Layla was aware of… except that’s cause the night was a whole bunch of black spots in her knowledge of the future, and she hated that. She hadn’t hit the bar too hard… yet. Just a glass of champagne in her hand as she wandered through the party, shuffled about by the whims of the crowd. Something caught her eye. Something as subtle as the flutter of a butterflies wings. Except that something was a someone and she approached them with a curious gaze. “You aren’t supposed to be here,” she said when she reached the stranger. It was a lie probably. She didn’t know what today would hold, so she couldn’t say that his presence was not part of it. But… something made her think that his presence had something to do with the stuff that was coming to them soon.

The party is.. interesting. An amusing way to spend his time. He didn’t want to keep Bobby tied to his side all night, happy to let the man mingle so he can just... sit back and observe. Keep an eye on what’s going on, take in some more information, note some more of the differences to which he’s still adjusting. For the most part, no one really notices that he’s not from around here unless he points it out to them for some reason. Which.. he’s refrained from doing. So when the girl approaches him with a very up-front comment, it does take him by surprise for a moment. “Excuse me?” He asks in surprise, blinking a couple of times. Truth be told, Daken doesn’t recognise her - not that unusual really, he doesn’t make a point of knowing all the people from his universe. “I believe it was an open invitation party. If you have a problem with my being here, child, take it up with the host.”

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rictorscales‌:

How many times had he done this now? How many times had Rictor gone out in search of a fight, swung until his fists made contact, kept up that contact until his knuckles split and his hands bled? It wasn’t a new habit, of course. Rictor had been picking fights since X-Factor scooped him up at the Right’s hideout and took him in, been worse about it since Cable recruited him for X-Force, but it was different lately. More intense, more violent. Desperate, his uncle would’ve said. But desperate for what? Rictor wasn’t even sure he knew.

Whatever it was, Daken always came close to giving it to him. He was exhausted as he slumped in his chair, flexing his fingers to work out the dull ache that came with one too many hits and shaking the fog out of his head. Glancing up when Daken joined him, he shrugged. “Who’s down? It was a good fight. Better if you didn’t cheat. Not all of us have sixty years under our belts, old man.” He leaned forward to grab the beer, taking a long swig. It burned a little going down his throat. He’d always liked the feeling.

As far as they go, Rictor’s not bad for a fight. He definitely puts his all into it, almost to the point of reckless abandon. And it’s satisfying, exchanging blows with someone who’s as invested in the fight as you are, who isn’t dancing around your fists, terrified of making contact. It’s just a good old-fashioned beat the shit out of each other kind of fight. And while Daken is trying to build a better life here... well, those instincts need to get out somehow.

“That’s not cheating, Rictor.” Daken laughs, settling back in his seat. “Experience is what it is. If I used the full force of my experience you wouldn’t be awake at the moment.” Which he has no reason to do in a friendly fight, really. Rictor’s given him no reason to go all out nor does he want to - this is just a way to blow off a little steam, keep his body moving, get some of those niggles to fight out of his system. It seems to work fine for the time being. How long will that last, though? 

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thehoneyxbadger‌:

“Hi. You’re Daken right?”

Gabby didn’t see the point in skirting around it. Laura had told her that they had a brother, not a clone like them but a child of Logan’s. Only he was from another universe. Like that white-haired boy she’d talked to the other day, and his brother. The world only got stranger the more Gabby learnt about it. But she didn’t mind. Her world, strange as it was, was still far better now than it used to be. She liked to be an optimist much of the time.

She held out her hand, Jonathan under her other arm. “I’m Gabby. Laura’s sister.” Well, close enough. Clone of a clone of your dad wasn’t probably the best way to introduce herself. “And this is Jonathan.”

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He smells her before he sees her. Well - he smelt her the moment she came through the door, truth be told. Only for a moment, with so many people and scents in the air, but Daken knew she was here. With Jonathan, funnily enough. She actually listened to him, despite not really having a clue who he is.

Interesting.

He’s not surprised Laura made her aware of the situation. Laura is.. prepared, calculated, and beyond all else will always protect her sister. Which means making sure she knows what’s around her, what’s coming. Whether it’s a threat or not. So her forward approach doesn’t surprise him at all. “Good to see you, Gabby.” He responds kindly enough - much more kindly than he would offer to anyone else here, besides Bobby of course. “Both of you.” He adds, nodding towards Jonathan.

Pausing for a moment, Daken considers the situation, the question hanging in the air between them. “So - what did your sister tell you about me?”

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frosticr‌:

Bobby doesn’t spend a lot of time in bars, not sure what brought him out on this specific night. He wanted to get away from his office after spending the past few nights late creating future lesson plans. He caught eye of the man that was wandering around the institute the other day — the one who he thought was CUTE. Bobby has been with some students at the time so he couldn’t REALLY get to know him at the time.

“We both have good taste. This is my favorite spot in the city — the atmosphere has always been welcoming.” Bobby hasn’t done this in so long, not since Judah broke up with him since that really hadn’t been the best confidence booster after coming out. He has some amazing friends SO the mutant never felt like he was missing out on anything. It wouldn’t hurt to try putting himself out there again would it?

Bobby takes a seat next to Daken, flashing a smile to him as well. “I’m always looking for some company if you don’t mind spending your night with me.”

This is a... complicated situation, Daken knows. More complicated for him than for Bobby. And more complicated than he would usually let himself get involved in. If it were anyone else, Daken would’ve already walked away. But.. it’s Bobby. Fuck, the fact that he feels that way to begin with is frustrating in itself. This isn’t like him, to get caught up in people, in sentiment and emotion.

But.. here he is, caught up in sentiment and emotion. Purposely wanting to spend time with a man who, in this universe, has no clue who he is. And who - in any universe - deserves much better than a man like him. but.. well, Daken’s selfish by nature. He’d rather have Bobby for himself. “Oh, is it? It definitely seems like that kind of place.” He answers vaguely as he looks around the bar. It’s certainly welcoming enough - though he can smell more in the air, see more in the little signs here and there. Irrelevant, for the time being. “I suppose if it’s your favourite I’ll find you here more often?”

His gaze shifts back to Bobby, an eyebrow raised at the comment, at the smile. Oh, he remembers that smile too well. “Fortunately I have no other plans for this evening. What did you have in mind?”

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jeanelcinegrey‌:

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Jean really needed to work on encouraging some of her colleagues to take on the special cases. She wasn’t even supposed to be on shift that afternoon, but she got a text from one of the junior doctors saying that someone interesting came through the doors of the emergency room, all but carrying a member of the public, and Jean felt obligated to show up. When she did, the interesting person was nowhere to be found. She performed an examination on the patient, treated his injuries and gave him a number to call and give his account to the NYPD, and then made her way out of the room.

When she did, she found herself almost crashing into a man standing in the corridor outside. “Sorry,” Jean said, moving to step around him, before she realised who he was. “Did you bring that man in?” she asked, and a beat later she held up a hand. “Don’t worry. I’m a doctor, not a cop. I don’t need to know the story. It’s a good thing you did, you know. He’s beaten up pretty bad, and it would’ve been a lot worse if we didn’t see him quickly.” Jean looked at the man for a long moment, feeling something like a niggle at the corner of her mind. “Do I know you from somewhere?” she asked. “You seem … familiar.”

Daken’s instinct isn’t usually to go out of his way to do good. It’s just not in his nature, unless there’s something he needs out of the situation. But this time - well, it just happened to be a matter of wrong place wrong time. Or right place right time, as it turns out for the guy who’d been pretty miserably beaten, leaving Daken to deal with the perpetrator - easily enough - and figure out what to do with this guy. It seemed pointless to leave him there to bleed out and the hospital wasn’t far, and.. well, Daken is trying to start over. So taking him to the hospital seemed simple enough.

Once there, everything seemed strange. Does he stay and wait for the police? Then what, they take a statement? Have his information on record? How exactly would that work for someone who doesn’t even exist in this universe? It all seemed like much too much hassle for him - so he avoided all of it. Until he ran into a doctor that looked too familiar for his liking. Fuck. “It’s fine.” Daken insists, trying to push past her only to be halted by a question. “Yes - I did. He seemed like he needed medical attention.” He answers simply enough, tucking his hands into his pockets. He’s run into enough of the X-Men of this world so far, and Jean probably isn’t the best person for him to get involved with. “I doubt it. I have one of those faces.” An absolute lie, Daken’s features are too distinctive for that but - it’s easier than explaining the truth.

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notyourweapcn‌:

Something about the man’s scent was familiar, but at the same time it was completely foreign. Laura had been trained well enough to know the explanation to that, to know why a total stranger’s smell could also have traces of familiarity, not questioning her knowledge or her skills about the matter. However, it didn’t make sense for his scent to be like his, especially when the male before her was free of the stench of clone. With his memory lost, it was difficult to tell, but her father had never mentioned having any other family, not even in passing or by chance. Laura and her sisters were all the familial genetics Logan had running around, and his age made it quite difficult for any past kin to still be alive (unless of course they inherited the same abilities as him).

Who was this man? How exactly was he connected to Logan? Could he be a blood relative her father had lost contact with, or an experiment the Facility had somehow lost track of? Was her family in danger? There was no use in trying to guess, things always far too complicated when it came to mutants, especially those connected to Logan. She needed answers, and she needed them fast.

His reply, and the fact he didn’t even bother to look up, had Laura’s brow furrowing. She looked at the pool table, recognizing he could easily win the game in about three moves, two if he was really good at the game. Waiting was an option, she supposed, allowing him to win the cash probably a sure way to get on his good sides. Laura rarely followed such options however, the brunette moving around the table and grabbing the white ball before he could hit it. “Now would be preferable." 

The came is inconsequential - Daken can come up with much more money much faster if need be, he’s not concerned about that. But he is curious to see just how much this Laura is like his Laura, to see her reactions, how she handles a situation, how she handled him. It’s never going to quite be.. the same, Daken knows. It’s a whole other universe. there’s no way this Laura will be exactly the same, but.. he’s curious to see just how different she is here. How far from his sister she really could be.

He lets out a sigh as she moves the white ball, the game immediately forfeit as a result. “I hope you plan to reimburse me for that.” Daken says flatly as he straightens up, leaning on the cue as his gaze shifts to the woman. Still, he’s not surprised by the reaction - very Laura, he thinks with a hint of amusement. He needs to be careful not to grow too familiar with her though, knowing she’s not the same person.

Letting out a sigh, Daken puts the cue aside and gestures towards an empty table towards the back of the bar, paying no mind to his opponent as they take the cash from the game. He waves at the bartender for another drink before heading over and settling down at the table, kicking his feet up on an empty chair. “So. What do you want with a guy like me, hm?”

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closed starter for @frosticr !

Daken hadn’t intended on attending this party. It didn’t really seem like it served much of a purpose, aside from some kid showing off and spending a lot of money. No connections that would benefit him, and certainly nothing he needs to know more about or investigate. That is - until Bobby decided he was attention. And while Daken is more than aware that he didn’t have to come along with him.. well, here he is.

“Another drink?” Daken asks, watching Bobby empty the glass in his hand. He’s had a few himself but - no where near enough to have a major affect, thanks to his healing factor. He can tell Bobby’s a little tipsy but for the most part is largely harmless, unfortunately. Flagging down a nearby waiter, Daken takes the now-empty glass from Bobby’s hand and instructs them to return with a new drink before loosely slinging his arm around Bobby, fingers lingering innocently at his hip. “I never expected you to be such a party animal, snowflake.”

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jameslogans‌:

Slowly, Logan was trying to phase himself back into the mansion. He had stopped just drinking on the lawn and instead, he began to go inside. Usually, he’d catch up with Anna Marie. Or he’d check on Laura or Gabby and then leave just as quickly as he’d come in. The mansion was still a sore spot for Logan. He couldn’t go into the kitchen without remembering the way that he’d danced with Jean before she asked him to kill her. He couldn’t go into the library without remembering the way he’d use to argue with Scott over different tactics. The mansion was full of memories and most of them were bittersweet. 

He stopped for another case of beer before heading back to the empty warehouse that he was currently squatting in. It wasn’t much of a home, but then again, he didn’t know anywhere other than the Mansion as home. It wasn’t much of a home anymore. Not when the two of the most important people inside were angry with him. 

When Logan arrived back at the warehouse, he could sense that something was off. He took a deep breath in, but was thrown off when his senses came up empty. He placed the beer on the table and began to move stealthily through the warehouse. There was someone there. He couldn’t smell them, but he could sense it. He knew. Immediately, Logan unsheathed his claws and began to look to see what he was about to find. 

When he located the source of his unease, Logan kept his distance, a low growl leaving his lips. He had gained a lot of enemies over the years, but this one… It wasn’t someone that he recognized. He stared for a long beat, before asking, “Who the fuck are you?” 

He’s been careful to keep his scent masked on purpose, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. But he’s also aware of Logan’s abilities, of his skills. Daken can move quietly, but without knowing exactly where his target is he can’t move entirely silently. So it’s no surprise Logan picks up on his presence, even without a scent to detect. And he looks... both what he expected and not what he expected at the same time. Around the same age as the Logan of his world, the same roughness, the same claws.

But this is not his Logan. And now, it’s not just a matter of reminding himself of that - he can see it, something different in Logan’s demeanour, in his eyes. And the way he looks at Daken - like a stranger, a complete lack of recognition. It doesn’t surprise him - Daken’s already spent some time here, he has a feeling he didn’t quite exist in this universe, somehow. He’s a new presence, an unknown. But this.. this is confirmation. And he wasn’t quite as prepared for it as he thought.

“Interesting.” Daken says vaguely, not answering the question right away. The claws don’t worry him - his healing factor seems to be up to scratch right now, and in a fight he’s confident he can manage against Logan. The threat doesn’t worry him here. He’s more... curious, taking in the sight in front of him in Logan’s demeanour, his reaction. So ready to leap straight into a fight, claw-first-ask-questions-later. Again - the same but.. not the same.

He didn’t expect it to be so difficult, to face his father like this, even if this is not really his father.

Still, he doesn’t answer the question - not with words at least. Instead he does two things - first is to let his own claws extend, two from the knuckles and one from each wrist. The other is to ease back on his scent masking, letting it settle so his scent can gradually make its way back into the air. If Logan truly doesn’t recognise him by scent, Daken’s suspicions will be confirmed. “A ghost, it seems. Maybe not even your ghost.”

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colossalguy‌:

(TEXT → >:( ): I am sure. (TEXT → >:( ): there will be nothing else going on. you do not seem the type of man for gentle romance (TEXT → >:( ): piotr. I am a friend of bobby’s. I am very big. (TEXT → >:( ): I can crush you. not a threat. simply a passing observation. (TEXT → >:( ): who are you?

[ text →  overcompensating ]: and you would be making that assumption based on.......? [ text →  overcompensating ]: bobby’s a big boy, he can make his own decisions. [ text →  overcompensating ]: i’d like to see you try that out, buddy. [ text →  overcompensating ]: i don’t really think that’s your business is it

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$ for a lying text / @colossalguy​

[ daken →  ?? ]: i don’t know why you’re hassling me about bobby but we just met at the school. nothing else seems to be going on. [ daken →  ?? ]: sweet guy. now, who the fuck are you?

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closed starter for @jameslogans !

Daken tried to hold off on this. Truly, he did. It’s another universe, another man - it shouldn’t matter to him. But once he picked up on Logan’s scent, it was hard to ignore. He couldn’t help but want to track it down, curious about who he is in this world. From what he can tell he’s still aligning himself with the X-Men which - in his world? Is ridiculous, that man doesn’t deserve to be able to pose as a hero. But here.. there’s no telling without meeting Logan himself.

As he follows the smell he has to remind himself, time and time again, that this is not his Logan. This is not the man who was responsible for his mother’s death, for abandoning him to that hell of an upbringing, to Romulus’ torture and torment, to years of falsities and bullshit, to only come back and shoot him, fight him, torture him, kill him. 

This is not that man. This is not that man. It’s not the first time Daken’s had to come to terms with another Logan. It likely won’t be the last, the way his life leads him. But.. at least maybe in tracking this Logan down, he can find out what happened to him. To the Daken of this universe. To know.. really, if he never existed here at all. If maybe, somewhere, his mother is alive and well because she never found herself entangled with a man who would lead to her death.

With all of these thoughts and then some moving about in his head, Daken approaches the warehouse which seems to be where the scent is settled for now, his own smell carefully masked to hide his approach. Some habits.. never really change, and he’s hidden himself from this man for too long now.

He could knock.

Instead he locates an open window and sneaks inside, keeping his movements as quiet as possible as he searches for Logan, still unsure on exactly what he’s going to find.

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closed starter for @frosticr !

It seems to be becoming a pattern of sorts, for people to approach him in bars. At least this time it seems like more positive company. Daken smells Bobby coming before he sees him, taking another sip from his drink as the man approaches, a slight smirk already curling his lips.

It’s not his Bobby. He knows that. He knows this isn’t the Bobby he’s fought with, dealt with, flirted with, almost-wound-up-with in his own world. It’s not the same person. Logic tells him that, over and over. But.. instinct is telling him to ignore that. Telling him that, if Bobby is approaching him like this, there must be a reason. What harm could there be in letting it play out and see what happens?

Completely harmless. Right.

“Fancy seeing you here, snowflake.” Daken says as he looks over at Bobby, his voice low and smooth, his smirk shifting into more of a smile, charm and all. “Looking for a little company?”

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closed starter for @rictorscales !

It’s not a fair fight really, considering Daken’s healing abilities, but at the very least he didn’t use his claws so the kid had some kinda fighting chance. All things considered he didn’t really do that badly. Holding your own against someone who has decades of hand to hand combat experience and ruthless training isn’t exactly easy, and Rictor put up a decent fight.

“Here.” Daken says shortly as he sets a beer down on the table in front of the kid, watching in slight amusement as he tends to the resulting injuries from the fight. “Don’t look so down. You’re still conscious so you did a pretty good job. Most people would’ve been flat on their ass in the first two minutes if I threw that at them.” He takes a decent sip of his own beer, settling down in his seat and kicking his feet up on the empty seat in front of him.

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closed starter for @chicagospryde !

Looking around Xavier’s probably isn’t the smartest move Daken could make, but colour him curious. This is a whole new world really, and - well, it’s interesting to be able to roam around all these semi-familiar faces without having some kind of uproar at his presence. He never would have had an opportunity like this in his own universe, and Daken is certainly not one for passing up on opportunities when they come his way.

So, here he is - about to wander through the school harmlessly until someone notices he’s out of place. Which is a little strange, sure - but he can fake a story about looking around for a kid he wants to send here, between his own skills of deception and a little emotional manipulation he’s sure he can get away with it. It’s not like he’s about to go around stabbing people, after all - completely harmless. Right? Right.

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notyourweapcn‌:

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In a place like New York, identifying specific scents became quite difficult, even for someone as well trained as Laura. She could still pick them up, distinguish and follow them if necessary, but the truth was keeping a lock on them required an immense amount of concentration around the more crowded areas of the city. Which meant about eighty percent of the damn place. It could be a positive, as it was actually a relief in Laura’s day-to-day’s activities. But when she had an objective, it was a real pain in the ass.

It took her almost twenty minutes to get a secure hold on the lingering scent, focusing all of her senses on it to ensure she wouldn’t loose it, ignoring the stares and complaints of others as she pushed her way through the crowded sidewalk. Laura stopped in front of a small local bar, the smell at it’s strongest once she got close, taking a moment to inspect the inside through the window before stepping inside. The source of the smell was at the pool tables, an adult male Laura had no recollection of ever meeting, the fact making her brow furrowed.

The brunette walked over to her target, completely ignoring everyone inside the bar. “Can we talk?” There were only about three other people inside the establishment, but what Laura wanted to ask wasn’t exactly a conversation suited for any type of audience.

While it would be more than easy enough for Daken to cover his scent - and he likely will soon enough - he’s curious to see exactly what comes out of the woodwork by leaving himself exposed this way. It wasn’t hard to figure out this isn’t his world - nothing smells quite right, nothing feels the way it does, and so far he hasn’t been able to find any mention of him from anyone, anything, anywhere. Definitely strange in itself.

So while he lets his scent linger about the city, he waits - in a bar, on the street, in his current makeshift home. It’s been a few days since he did so, and he’s starting to think no one is going to bother. That is - until she shows up. Laura. His sister, for all intents and purposes - but not his sister. The Laura he knows wouldn’t bother tracking him by scent - they know when they need each other, and they know when to call. And even if his Laura had found her way to this world.. she wouldn’t approach him like this.

So, colour him curious. He can’t help but want to bait her a little, test her, see just how she reacts to him. “In a moment. This is an important shot.” He responds without looking at her, lining up the shot on the pool table. Daken has a few hundred dollars riding on this game, but - the cash isn’t important. Laura’s reaction, however, is.