Claws and Cigars

Wolverine wavers between lone feral woodsman and Gruff if often times beloved mentor. He's still figuring out this whole 'being a person' thing. And gigiving a shit about others. //WIP independent multiverse Wolverine, Mun is 30+ and sporadic activity, Minors DNI

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[euphoriabled]

This will never cease to be funny to me.

[rcguevariant]

@griffesxetxcigares -> continued X

Rogue sighs, running a hand through her hair, the worried frown on her face conveying her feelings. "Ah... Ah'm not sure... There's some new anti-mutant group, but this one... this one ain't like the others. They got tech that's more advanced than anythin' I've ever seen. We weren't prepared for that... They got Remy, Logan." She turns her gaze downward.

"We don't know where they took him 'cause they've got some kind of cloaking tech or somethin' that keeps them hidden from our scanners. But, you, with your nose, you could track 'em. Ah know it's askin' a lot, but, besides mahself, yer the only one one I trust completely with Remy's life..."

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LOGAN :

" I think. That we could get one or two of the old hats to help us. If they're this dangerous than making sure we round out our strengths and cover our weaknesses is important. I wouldn't put any of the kids on duty." Logan states firmly. Thinking as he considers the offered problem.

Slim Jim is a heavy hitter. Taking out the man was like getting the jump on a back alley Tiger. Nigh impossible... Unless?

" We might be walkin' into a trap. Someone might have done an inside job to nab the Cajun. And they might be hoping, betting, on more coming after him."

Rogue nods in agreement, breathing a small sigh of relief. It is far too dangerous and much too important to involve any of the new recruits. And she'd like to think, or at least, she hopes, some of the older, more experienced X-Men would be willing to help out. Remy is one of their own, after all.

A deep frown forms on her face, and it's difficult to miss the way her eyes widen in fear. "What, so we're just gonna... leave him there...?!" She hopes that's not the case, or she knows and trusts Logan well enough to know that's not what he's saying, but she can't help the panic that's welling up inside her, and it clouds her judgement just a bit.

[griffesxetxcigares]

" Nah. Slims a good one. I wouldn't dip on you about it. I just wanna be sure you think of it though. Cause the others are gonna ask. So let's thump out something like a game plan. Worse to worse- I can grab a couple favors I'm owed from a couple avengers or some of Hells Kitchen." Logan scratches under his jaw. Squinting slightly as he thinks.

" Gimme the details you can? Where and when? Maybe I could even float this by Stark. He hates if someone might have better toys n'him." Regardless we've got options."

Logan pops his neck. Then nudges her covered shoulder with his knuckles," Now Breathe. I can see you trying to think the worst." Smell her sudden panic more like. It counted either way.

[griffesxetxcigares]

" See that's the thing... Give an old man his eccentricities." Logan counters with a snort of amusement. Pulling on the gloves carefully so Rogue won't fuss at him. Nor will she panic that he might touch her. He settles further up on the bed, the mattress groaning again, and gestures with the brush. " I remember when you first came here and no one knew what to do with that pretty thicket of curls." Wild hair on a wild child. It made him think of himself. Despite common joke? Logan didn't deliberately style his hair into the curves. It simply grew wild and when brushed it fell into a natural curl of its own. Logan had to learn a little extra to help Rogue. Especially when she didn't trust much others. It had been trial and error for both of them. " Besides when do I ever do somethin' if I don't actually wanna do it?"

[invulnerablextouch]

"There's a reason I kept it short back then." Easier to manage and usually was less in the way during fights. There wasn't much time to fix hair when she was so angry.

Thinking back on those days always made Rogue embarrassed. She had been a fool, let the woman who raised her turn her into someone full of hatred and anger, so much so that she basically ended the life of someone who had done her no wrong. She could never say that she truly would change anything, though. If she didn't go down the path she did she might have never found the family she has now.

Sitting like this also brought back better memories. "Ya know, other than the Professor, you were the first one who seemed like ya believed in me. Believed in me doin' better. Doin' right. Don't think I get to thank ya enough for that."

[griffesxetxcigares]

" You believed in me."

Logan begins to carefully gather her hair. Frowning hard as he concentrates. His joints ache, and his fingers feel stuff and clumsy. The other is glad that Rogue let's him anyways.

Smoothing the curls back as he begins to carefully brush.

" Seemed fair that I give you the chance too. 'Sides, the nose can tell me a lot." And she'd reeked of a rage and desperation. She'd been running so hard and long it was imprinted on her in her own way. His nose twitches; now she smells happy.

She smells like home. A riot of mixed scents and places and her body products.

The sound of the brush through hair is soothing too. He chuffs quietly at her," If an animal like me can do good? So can a young'n growin' into themselves. Just needed the space to grow into."

[griffesxetxcigares]

" Can't promise. Sometimes the itch sets in and I gotta go before it drives me wild." The beast can't always handle being civil. Can't handle 4 walls and other people. It spits and snarls and claws at his control.

Logans got a good grip on it by now.

Sometimes though?

Logan watches her with that affectionate crinkle at the edges of his eyes. Rumbling softly as she fussed with her gloves," You're a good kid. Eh, but not as much a kid as you were huh? " He wants to ruffle her hair. He's half a mind to braid the wild strands.

Plenty of experience with it by now. You didn't live with a house full if kids and teens and not get roped into shit. Logan didn't mind either. He could understand the need to make life make sense anyway you could.

Sometimes that meant braiding hair, or letting a girl practice her foundation on you.

"... C'mere. Your hairs all over the place. Gonna tie it up." Logan hefts up his weight with a groan right alongside the bed. Moving to rummage in his dresser. Humming as he finds his boar hair brush and a random hair tie and a pair of worn butter soft leather gloves.

[invulnerablextouch]

It'd be a lie to say that his answer didn't sting a bit. She knew he didn't have as much of a backlog of memories to work from as she did, but if she could provide even a fraction of the comfort he gave her back, she would feel a little less pathetic on her bad days.

"For the better, I hope. Feels like for all the shit we go through as X-Men, ma life's been better since the day I came here."

Rogue started to protest. He already didn't feel the best, so it seemed like a crazy idea to put himself in danger of touching her skin in any way. The gloves stopped those thoughts. With the extra protection, she could give in to this. The care he put into having something like that made her want to cry. She didn't know if she would ever get used to not being alone.

"Ya don't have to do that. 'Specially if you're hurtin'. I ain't tryin' to make it harder for ya."

[griffesxetxcigares]

" See that's the thing... Give an old man his eccentricities." Logan counters with a snort of amusement. Pulling on the gloves carefully so Rogue won't fuss at him. Nor will she panic that he might touch her. He settles further up on the bed, the mattress groaning again, and gestures with the brush. " I remember when you first came here and no one knew what to do with that pretty thicket of curls." Wild hair on a wild child. It made him think of himself. Despite common joke? Logan didn't deliberately style his hair into the curves. It simply grew wild and when brushed it fell into a natural curl of its own. Logan had to learn a little extra to help Rogue. Especially when she didn't trust much others. It had been trial and error for both of them. " Besides when do I ever do somethin' if I don't actually wanna do it?"

[griffesxetxcigares]

" Well, there's a reason I've been up in my room mostly this week. Since you came lookin' for me on your own. I know you noticed." Logan looks at her wryly, but not without fondness. Curling his lips back around his cigar. Murmuring as he does so," I'm not good at droppin' facts on people. Let alone about me. So you're good kid. Just be patient with an old man. Especially a cantankerous one like me." Nudging her with an elbow as he puffs on his smoke. Taking a moment to calm his own heart. Rogue's panic had set the beast off a bit. Making the fur along his spine raise and hackle at the potential threat. Only there wasn't one- stupid fuckin' feral hind brain. He relaxes a bit more," You could also I dunno. Let the others know not to haul on me. You and kitty know how to wrangle the girls. Don't want them to think they can' ttalk to me. I just can't handle people climbing on me like a jungle gym like they usually do." It's so...odd. Admitting a weakness to anyone. Especially a vulnerability like this. Usually he'd just clam up. Rogue had a special weak spot in his heart.

[invulnerablextouch]

"'Course I did. But I ain't the only one..." She had contemplated taping Jubilee's mouth shut to stop her complaints more than once over the past week.

With the idea of losing Wolverine any time soon fading, Rogue had managed to relax a bit, but she couldn't help but be extra aware of how close she was to him. She tugged at her gloves as if she could somehow make them cover more of the already-covered skin on her arms. It usually wasn't that big of an issue if she did touch him given how quickly he could heal, but with him already hurting, Rogue wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she accidentally caused him more pain.

"I'll let Kitty know to reign 'em in. Kids usually listen to her more and she might be the only one the kids like Jubilee will listen to...Save from you."

"Just...Promise me you'll try not to disappear without lettin' us know. You can always talk to me. We can say it's payback for all I've dumped on ya of my own problems." She gave him a sly smile at that. She didn't want to be someone who always took and never gave anything.

[griffesxetxcigares]

" Can't promise. Sometimes the itch sets in and I gotta go before it drives me wild." The beast can't always handle being civil. Can't handle 4 walls and other people. It spits and snarls and claws at his control.

Logans got a good grip on it by now.

Sometimes though?

Logan watches her with that affectionate crinkle at the edges of his eyes. Rumbling softly as she fussed with her gloves," You're a good kid. Eh, but not as much a kid as you were huh? " He wants to ruffle her hair. He's half a mind to braid the wild strands.

Plenty of experience with it by now. You didn't live with a house full if kids and teens and not get roped into shit. Logan didn't mind either. He could understand the need to make life make sense anyway you could.

Sometimes that meant braiding hair, or letting a girl practice her foundation on you.

"... C'mere. Your hairs all over the place. Gonna tie it up." Logan hefts up his weight with a groan right alongside the bed. Moving to rummage in his dresser. Humming as he finds his boar hair brush and a random hair tie and a pair of worn butter soft leather gloves.

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

Full body tackles out of a tree, then smoosh onto. Get pamcake'd asshole.

Pancaked is right- Viktor was nothing to sniff at, in terms of bodyweight, but neither was Logan, with all that damn adamantium weighing him down.

Viktor grunted and went down, frankly, like a sack of shit, chin hitting the ground so hard he could taste blood. But if that's how it's gonna be- Viktor twisted, just until he was on his back, and then used his feet to kick at Logan.

...not unlike a very large cat with a very particular toy.

[griffesxetxcigares]

Nope-

Logan bites down on his shoulder as Viktor starts kicking at him. Flattening even further against the other. Time for gravity + compact metal molded bones to = pancake time. Get wrecked Sabertooth.

Logan is growling like a rusty motor too.

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

Rotten spoiled brat-

Viktor gave one last kick, but graciously allowed Logan to flatten him to the dirt. Not stabbing him; at worst the bite was like a nibble, to him. ..what the hell was he up to? "Fuck d'you want, Runt?"

[griffesxetxcigares]

Bites- Bites- Bi- oh he stopped kicking. Logan pulls his mouth away, and drops his head on Viktor's chest," Hold th' fuck still is what." Logan pokes and prods at Viktor just a bi then curls rough fingers in and- well he's kneading. It's been a stressful fucking week. Viktor is an ASSHOLE but he's painfully familiar to some weird itch in the back of his head. Like a spot he can't scratch just between his soldier blades. Like how the cold made him want to burrow and hoard and the spring made him maddened with stir crazy. " Just...stay you asshole."

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

Kneading for both of them was closer to roughly digging the pads of their fingers in because they knew the other could take it, but.

Yeah- kneading.

"What- Jean not givin' ya any attention? Scott drivin' ya out the house on his motorcycle, again?" Of course he had to make some sort of a dig, or else he'd be accused of getting soft. ..mostly by himself. Anyway. He chuffed softly, letting his head thump back against the ground, and tried not to think about how weird this was.

"Well, considering all things, I could just lay here."

...or he could get his arms around Logan tight, and begin alligator death rolling.

Like an asshole.

[griffesxetxcigares]

The biting then resumes. Snapping at Viktor's throat and shoulders, and yes occasionally his chest. He doesn't want to talk about them. Though he does growl snappishly," Jeanie ain' here cause she's shacked up wit' the Brothers." Get a booted foot into your thigh as well. Not the only one that can rabbit kick fucker. Couldn't even give him ten fuckin' minutes. He draws a little blood this time. Scott's a different can of worms anyways. Bite bite bite bite-

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

If you knew it was a venomous snake when you picked it up, you shouldn't be surprised when it bites you, Logan.

Sabertooth only laughed at the attempts, anyway, and outright squished Wolverine against the ground, chinning him and feeling entirely too smug about the subsequent repositioning he'd found himself in. Kick as much as you liked, brat.

"What, ya lonely enough ta come seek me out? Why, I'm incredibly flattered, Logan, ta be yer last option."

Or at the very least, Logan was desperate.

[griffesxetxcigares]

BITING- Ah fuck it. Logan digs his fingers into Viktor and lets his claws slice up into the other. Fuck you that's why. Too tall mother fucker- Logan bites him again then grumble growls," You're the one still lurkin' 'round the manor like a lost kitten bub." Get kicked harder. Claws slide back into his wrists as he huffs at the other. " Smelled somethin'. Found you."

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

Full body tackles out of a tree, then smoosh onto. Get pamcake'd asshole.

Pancaked is right- Viktor was nothing to sniff at, in terms of bodyweight, but neither was Logan, with all that damn adamantium weighing him down.

Viktor grunted and went down, frankly, like a sack of shit, chin hitting the ground so hard he could taste blood. But if that's how it's gonna be- Viktor twisted, just until he was on his back, and then used his feet to kick at Logan.

...not unlike a very large cat with a very particular toy.

[griffesxetxcigares]

Nope-

Logan bites down on his shoulder as Viktor starts kicking at him. Flattening even further against the other. Time for gravity + compact metal molded bones to = pancake time. Get wrecked Sabertooth.

Logan is growling like a rusty motor too.

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

Rotten spoiled brat-

Viktor gave one last kick, but graciously allowed Logan to flatten him to the dirt. Not stabbing him; at worst the bite was like a nibble, to him. ..what the hell was he up to? "Fuck d'you want, Runt?"

[griffesxetxcigares]

Bites- Bites- Bi- oh he stopped kicking. Logan pulls his mouth away, and drops his head on Viktor's chest," Hold th' fuck still is what." Logan pokes and prods at Viktor just a bi then curls rough fingers in and- well he's kneading. It's been a stressful fucking week. Viktor is an ASSHOLE but he's painfully familiar to some weird itch in the back of his head. Like a spot he can't scratch just between his soldier blades. Like how the cold made him want to burrow and hoard and the spring made him maddened with stir crazy. " Just...stay you asshole."

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

Kneading for both of them was closer to roughly digging the pads of their fingers in because they knew the other could take it, but.

Yeah- kneading.

"What- Jean not givin' ya any attention? Scott drivin' ya out the house on his motorcycle, again?" Of course he had to make some sort of a dig, or else he'd be accused of getting soft. ..mostly by himself. Anyway. He chuffed softly, letting his head thump back against the ground, and tried not to think about how weird this was.

"Well, considering all things, I could just lay here."

...or he could get his arms around Logan tight, and begin alligator death rolling.

Like an asshole.

[griffesxetxcigares]

The biting then resumes. Snapping at Viktor's throat and shoulders, and yes occasionally his chest. He doesn't want to talk about them. Though he does growl snappishly," Jeanie ain' here cause she's shacked up wit' the Brothers." Get a booted foot into your thigh as well. Not the only one that can rabbit kick fucker. Couldn't even give him ten fuckin' minutes. He draws a little blood this time. Scott's a different can of worms anyways. Bite bite bite bite-

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

Full body tackles out of a tree, then smoosh onto. Get pamcake'd asshole.

Pancaked is right- Viktor was nothing to sniff at, in terms of bodyweight, but neither was Logan, with all that damn adamantium weighing him down.

Viktor grunted and went down, frankly, like a sack of shit, chin hitting the ground so hard he could taste blood. But if that's how it's gonna be- Viktor twisted, just until he was on his back, and then used his feet to kick at Logan.

...not unlike a very large cat with a very particular toy.

[griffesxetxcigares]

Nope-

Logan bites down on his shoulder as Viktor starts kicking at him. Flattening even further against the other. Time for gravity + compact metal molded bones to = pancake time. Get wrecked Sabertooth.

Logan is growling like a rusty motor too.

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

Rotten spoiled brat-

Viktor gave one last kick, but graciously allowed Logan to flatten him to the dirt. Not stabbing him; at worst the bite was like a nibble, to him. ..what the hell was he up to? "Fuck d'you want, Runt?"

[griffesxetxcigares]

Bites- Bites- Bi- oh he stopped kicking. Logan pulls his mouth away, and drops his head on Viktor's chest," Hold th' fuck still is what." Logan pokes and prods at Viktor just a bi then curls rough fingers in and- well he's kneading. It's been a stressful fucking week. Viktor is an ASSHOLE but he's painfully familiar to some weird itch in the back of his head. Like a spot he can't scratch just between his soldier blades. Like how the cold made him want to burrow and hoard and the spring made him maddened with stir crazy. " Just...stay you asshole."

[acta-x-non-x-verba]

Full body tackles out of a tree, then smoosh onto. Get pamcake'd asshole.

Pancaked is right- Viktor was nothing to sniff at, in terms of bodyweight, but neither was Logan, with all that damn adamantium weighing him down.

Viktor grunted and went down, frankly, like a sack of shit, chin hitting the ground so hard he could taste blood. But if that's how it's gonna be- Viktor twisted, just until he was on his back, and then used his feet to kick at Logan.

...not unlike a very large cat with a very particular toy.

[griffesxetxcigares]

Nope-

Logan bites down on his shoulder as Viktor starts kicking at him. Flattening even further against the other. Time for gravity + compact metal molded bones to = pancake time. Get wrecked Sabertooth.

Logan is growling like a rusty motor too.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Hysterical idea.

Logan at Xavier's but every once in a while his prey drive gets activated. Nothing is fucking scarier.

Imagine being a student minding your own business and you just see the fucking Wolverine stalking someone. His pupils are blown and every time his target looks away he moves forward before freezing again.

You have to find one of his good friends before he catches you. To be fair he never hurts anyone It's just...well terrifying.

[shy-canadian-snowflake]

OKAY BUT!!!

In my high school we use to do "Reindeer Games" random students would be matched up together and it was legit your goal to stalk them and clip a clothes pin on them between classes. It was horrific and so much fun.

Teachers would also get students and quite literally stalk students in the halls. Image the buff rugby coatch slowly following after a small 10th grader, who is trying to hide among the masses.

All I can picture now is this, but the mansion. Logan would not be chill about this. He'd be creeping in the halls, hiding in the rafters, army crawling under tables.

All the "jocks" would hate getting Logan as their reindeer, because he'd make their life a living hell. And Marvel Jesus forbid Logan got Laura as a reindeer?? Two Wolverines stalking the halls, trying to creep upon each other, chasing each other down between classes and having a stand off holding close pins-

[resident-idiot-simp]

LMAO YES! I can absolutely imagine that as well.

There is no way he is not the most competitive person alive. You cannot convince me he is willing to put down his life to win something.

Also Deadpool who One would assume would be pretty easy to tag considering he's never really paying attention or he's talking to something that's not there.

Jokes on all of you he's the hardest to get because of the acrobatics. People also learn very quickly that he is in fact always paying attention.

But you brought in another phenomenal idea. LAURA!

Some random student getting staked, "LAURA PLEASE LAURA SAVE ME!"

Laura who is watching this go down and having the time of her life. "No I think you're fine."

The random student: I AM NOT FINE I AM GOING TO DIE!

Laura: No you're not stop being a baby

The Random student: HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!

You know it's worse when Laura's prey drive gets set off however... There is no guarantee you will be okay and so usually Logan just appears out of nowhere and grabs her.

If you follow him you get to see him set her outside and have her hunt him instead.

[icarusredwings]

No because REAL

Laura also has those back claws and she can climb so fast too. Oh you think your safe up there? SIKE. The bitch can just climb up the side of practically anything if she really wanted too. It might hurt her a bit seeing as the back claws would be digging into her toes but shes gonna get your ass one way or another.

And yes im a heavy believer that logan can smell when his children's (or anyone's) chemicals change so when he smells laura's prey drive has been activated he just appears out of nowhere and snatches her up by the back of her outfit like scruffing a pup.

"What did we say about this?"

"Let go!!"

"No can do. You don't have enough control."

"Yes I DO! Now let GO!"

"Nope. Come on. Were going out- HEY dont you swat at me! Remember who gave you those missy!"

It's a living hell when Logan isn't around though especially if Gabby sees cause she automatically goes pack mode and starts chasing too, they also have this kinda link where Gabs will automatically take the back and laura will go around front.

At this point Kurt has about .03 seconds to grab this kid and bamf before they get impailed, in which case by now, Mrs. Munroe or scott is already calling logan to tell him come get his ferals because theyre no longer safe to be in the school today.

You just see logan sigh and get up mid lunch to grab the truck keys.

"Where ya going peanut?"

"The girls were caught hunting again."

"They keep getting better at it though."

"Thats kind of the problem. They don't have impulse control."

[spyder-on-the-wall]

[griffesxetxcigares]

" Rogue- Rogue... Kid! C'mon calm down." A big hand lands on her shoulder. The older having pushed up to move towards her. Rumbling low and soothing," Breathe cub. Breathe. Easy..."

He huffs, holding his cigar away from her in his other hand. Watching her with a shade of concern he saves for these private moments. Squeezing her shoulder again.

" I'm not dying. Leastways not yet. But somedays are a lil Harder. Especially when it's cold. I'm feeling my years. My skeleton weighs so much it should crush me. Plus the hits I take. The poison in my blood makes it a little worse." He slowly pulls his hand away," So no. Not dying. But I am sick. And it's a bad week is all."

Everything aches. Every inch of him down to his toes. Wolverine eases back. Settling again on the bed that groans under his weight. He pats the spot beside him," C'mere."

[invulnerablextouch]

She jumps a bit at the feeling of his hand on her shoulder. It's an involuntary reaction even though she knows she's got at least two layers of clothing covering that spot. It only lasts a fraction of a second before she takes deep breaths and lets herself be comforted.

Rogue hates that he's the one trying to make her feel better. It should be the other way around. She'd never been good at dealing with bad news about those she cared for anyway. And the X-Men were the only family she had or at least the only ones she'd claim.

She takes a seat beside him. "I'm sorry, Logan. Didn't mean to make a mountain out of a molehill... Is there anythin' I can do to help ya?"

[griffesxetxcigares]

" Well, there's a reason I've been up in my room mostly this week. Since you came lookin' for me on your own. I know you noticed." Logan looks at her wryly, but not without fondness. Curling his lips back around his cigar. Murmuring as he does so," I'm not good at droppin' facts on people. Let alone about me. So you're good kid. Just be patient with an old man. Especially a cantankerous one like me." Nudging her with an elbow as he puffs on his smoke. Taking a moment to calm his own heart. Rogue's panic had set the beast off a bit. Making the fur along his spine raise and hackle at the potential threat. Only there wasn't one- stupid fuckin' feral hind brain. He relaxes a bit more," You could also I dunno. Let the others know not to haul on me. You and kitty know how to wrangle the girls. Don't want them to think they can' ttalk to me. I just can't handle people climbing on me like a jungle gym like they usually do." It's so...odd. Admitting a weakness to anyone. Especially a vulnerability like this. Usually he'd just clam up. Rogue had a special weak spot in his heart.

[griffesxetxcigares]

Logan and Remy having incomprehensible conversations/arguments in Canadian French and Arcadian French.

Hank sitting miserably to one side who knows Parisian French. Someone asks him what they're talking about.

Hank: I lost track an hour ago. But I think it has to do with the steaks being over cooked and a knife...?

Bastard French intensifies.

Hank: But honestly? I could not truly tell you.

They heckle Hank playfully for being too posh.

[griffesxetxcigares]

Logan knows more than you will ever admit about fashion, skin care, make up, and hair care.

Logan has chaperoned enough outings to pick up on stuff. Plus, he's let some of the pre-teen practice stuff with and on him. And some of the older girls after they have a panic about 'technique'. He knows all sorts of stuff about popular teen romances.

Movies.

Gossip shows.

Etc etc.

IE Logan lives with teenagers and young women who trust him to hang around. So he knows so much weird shit.

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@griffesxetxcigares -> continued X

Rogue sighs, running a hand through her hair, the worried frown on her face conveying her feelings. "Ah... Ah'm not sure... There's some new anti-mutant group, but this one... this one ain't like the others. They got tech that's more advanced than anythin' I've ever seen. We weren't prepared for that... They got Remy, Logan." She turns her gaze downward.

"We don't know where they took him 'cause they've got some kind of cloaking tech or somethin' that keeps them hidden from our scanners. But, you, with your nose, you could track 'em. Ah know it's askin' a lot, but, besides mahself, yer the only one one I trust completely with Remy's life..."

[griffesxetxcigares]

" Gumbo huh? They must be a hell of a group to get a drop on a man from the Thieves Guild." He rubs at his jaw, frowning a little harder as he chews on his slowly smouldering cigar. Blunt nails scratching down his scruff before he sighs with a puff of smoke," You let the rest of our gang of misfits know? Normally I'd be all over this. But we got the new batch of cubs. I'm not inclined to bounce out with out more info. Or more back up. Especially if they've got good coverage." He's older. No less fit. But he's somewhat wiser. Logan didn't want to put a target on the Manor so early into the new batch of young mutants. He wasn't going to say no though. Just wondering where Rogue's head was in all this. Sometimes love, or empathy, did bad things to good sense.

[rcguevariant]

She lets out another sigh, this one deeper than the last. "No, I... Like I said, this isn't somethin' I trust in the hands of the young'ins, Logan. Not that they ain't capable or anything, mind you, Ah just... If they were able to get the drop on me and Remy..." She shakes her head. "This could be over their heads. Besides," Rogue lowers her voice as she says the next part, "this's too important. Ah don't trust it to just anybody."

Still, she recognizes that since she is asking Logan for help, she should let him decide how to go about it; after all, her head isn't in the best place right now, and Logan is one of the people she trusts most. "But, if ya think we should get help, Ah'll trust your judgement."

[griffesxetxcigares]

" I think. That we could get one or two of the old hats to help us. If they're this dangerous than making sure we round out our strengths and cover our weaknesses is important. I wouldn't put any of the kids on duty." Logan states firmly. Thinking as he considers the offered problem.

Slim Jim is a heavy hitter. Taking out the man was like getting the jump on a back alley Tiger. Nigh impossible... Unless?

" We might be walkin' into a trap. Someone might have done an inside job to nab the Cajun. And they might be hoping, betting, on more coming after him."

[guyzone]