"Wolverine"

Logan Howlett. 24. I've seen a lot of shit.

[betty-rouge]

Impulsive Decisions || Logan & Betty

The interior of whatever restaurant Betty had just waltzed into—she hadn’t bothered to look at the name—was quite the contrast from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was a small place filled with bright colours, and it almost seemed a little bit like home to Betty. Home being California, of course. But the thing that she enjoyed the most out of the whole atmosphere was that it wasn’t the sit-down-and-open-a-menu sort of place. It appeared to be the fast food style deal, with counter space to order at and counter space to pick up your order. Satisfyingly simple, yet much classier than a McDonald’s.

The amount of burger joints like this one lined up on Venice Beach were nearly uncountable, and that was without street vendors. Although she hadn’t lived close to Los Angeles, Betty always took time to make trips to the area, because she had a thing for places with lots to look at. Being in this place reminded her of all the trips she’d taken with friends, trying on different hats and scarves and sunglasses as they ate the greasiest fast food they could find. It was all a very pleasant memory, and part of her wondered if she’d ever get the chance to have times like those again.

With a sigh of contentment, Betty turned to Logan, wondering what he thought of the place. It was unlikely that he felt as at home as she did, and she wouldn’t dare ramble about this, so instead she just asked a simple question. “So, what do you think?”

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

From his time on the road, Logan found that he much preferred eateries that were unique and their own to chain restaurants. After a day of driving, there would be a McDonald's or a Burger King just a quarter mile from the exit, but if you were in the right part of 'the middle of nowhere' and you drove far enough down the street, you'd come to some small diner or a family owned Italian place. It was the little differences and details that varied from place to place that at least made things interesting.

This burger joint was a good example of the constants and variables that changed from place to place. The walls were painted different vibrant, vivid colors, with comfortable lighting and cozy booths. Most of the space was quiet, though the sounds of the kitchen echoed through the space. It was comfortable, interesting, and a nice break from the bustling city.

Pulled from his thoughts by Betty's question, he gave the girl a reassuring nod before responding. "It's nice, a fair choice on your part." As he smiled, he slid his hands into his pockets, glancing around the place once more.

[oceans-starr]

Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy

[oceans-starr]

  Victoria sat for several long moments, trying to gauge her new companions reaction.  There was yet another awkward silence, the movie characters continuing on their drunken, historically inaccurate, partying rampage.  He didn’t seem to have much of an outward reaction, so when he stood up to sit down on the couch next to her, Victoria was a tad surprised.

She watched him with a neutral expression, trying to get any glimpse of what he might be thinking. There had to be something going on there, otherwise he probably would have called her crazy and just walked off. No, he had to be making the decision she had made just a few moments prior: to confide in this stranger the true reality of their age.

His comment did make her laugh though, she couldn’t help but chuckle at his spot on delivery. She inwardly decided that she liked this guy even though they had only just met. Plus, they had something in common.

"I guess I am. Nice to have someone else in the club."

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

 He shifted a little bit, getting comfy in the seat. Crossing his arms over his chest, he turned his attention to the film. In the moments of somewhat tense quiet, he observed the party going on in the movie. Over-saturation of color, too damn loud considering that even though it was more or less disregarded, prohibition was still a going on, and not to mention, confetti was not a thing back then.

While he kept his eyes forward, he was also thinking about the girl next to him. So, not a contracted killer, or else business would've been taken care of by now. Maybe another spy, someone like Bucky that Winter Soldier guy, never know how many people are trying to get eyes and ears in a facility like this. But even then, this girl seemed like an antonym for any kind of covert agent. Plus, even if she was, Logan had a pretty good bullshit detector on him.

Allowing a chuckle to escape him, Logan nodded at the woman's statement. Bending over, he set the beer bottle to the carpet before sitting straight up, and extending his hand out to the woman. With a strange, sideways smirk, he introduced himself. "Logan Howlett, I'm somewhere upwards of one hundred- go back further than that and everything starts to blur." He raised an eyebrow at her, before nodding to acknowledge her, "Your turn."

[missladylea]

[faessbender]

"I think he heard you."

[wolverineholic]

by Aaron Kim Jacinto

[oceans-starr]

Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy

[oceans-starr]

The man was silent for a few moments after she responded, his attention on the movie Victoria had half-abandoned.  While the adaptation did get the whole story line and its characters right, the overall feel of it was nothing like actual 1920s New York. Victoria would know, since she had gone back and forth between Chicago and New York for the decade, mainly enjoying the lavish parties and new dancing. The decade was full of new inventions and experiences. It was nice to encounter something new.

Victoria crossed her arms on the back of the couch, laying her head down on them as she listened to his question. He was certainly one of the more interesting people she had met at the academy, Victoria thought. Everyone at the school was eccentric, but there was a certain quality to him that set him apart.

In a very un-Victoria-like fashion, she decided to just go for it and tell him the truth. Not the whole truth of course, many people at the academy were aware that she quite old, but no one knew the exact date. Victoria herself didn’t even know the precise year. With a wicked smile, she threw her curveball, and hoped that things would go over well.

"Well, I was there, for one."

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

A still silence hung over the common room after the woman had made her comment. The tunes of the 20’s party scene echoed through the near empty space while the unanswered remark thickened the tension in the air. Logan, however, was finally content. So this was what she wanted.

With a sigh, he slid off of the stool, rolling the newspaper around the beer, and walking over to Victoria. Calmly, he fell onto the open spot on the couch, sinking into the comfortable cushioning. Trying to think of how to respond, he let his head fall back, before disheveling his hair. With a loud yawn, he blinked a little bit, rubbing beneath his eyes. He’d finally formulated his response, so, after taking a long swig of beer, he turned to the female, mentioning somewhat offhandedly, “So you’re old as fuck too?”

[oceans-starr]

Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy

[oceans-starr]

  Victoria was silent for what was probably considered an uncomfortable amount of time. Normally, she would not have done so, since as a rule she tried to be as friendly as possible, but there was just something about this guy that she couldn’t figure out.  She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what is was about him that made her so curious, but his answer to her question sure had a good deal to do with it.

After a while under her silent, curious gaze, Victoria could see how uncomfortable she was actually making the man, and felt a bit bad as she saw him start reading his newspaper again to escape her staring. To try to ease some of the tension, she chuckled slightly, before finally speaking again.

"Oh yeah, I guess it was ‘22, now that you mention it. I didn’t even notice that, I was too busy focusing on how bad this version of it is." She knew her words were a little odd, even for her, but she was hoping that if this guy was older than he looked he might catch on to what she was saying. Preferably, without her having to come outright with it and possibly be wrong.

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

Turning further in the seat, the television screen was within his gaze. While Logan had heard of the recent film adaptation, he'd never actually gone to see it. Watching the film now, he noticed all of the little flaws in it's design. Everything was over saturated. Scoffing a bit to himself, a lazy smirk on his face, he remembered what it was like being in New York at that time, and how it practically did look like an old photo back then- no where near as vibrant or flashy as it appeared on the screen.

Reminded of the company he was near, his grin dropped slowly as he cautiously, but curiously asked, "Yeah, not too much like the history," The man eyed her for a moment, before taking another sip of beer. He didn't want to stare, though, in the midst of awkward silence, there was little else to do.

However, something compelled him to believe that there was a similarity between himself and the other agent in the room. Continuing on with the hunch he may or may not have had, the mutant spoke up. "What makes you say that, though? Most people think it's pretty accurate." He gave her another glance before returning his eyes to the newspaper.

[betty-rouge]

  Oh thankyou. And people say chivalry is dead. [chuckles] Shall we check this place out then?

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

Sure. [nods, taking a couple steps back, and gesturing for Betty to head in first] After you.

[jaygarrickss-deactivated2019081]

[x]

[betty-rouge]

Reinforced bones sound pretty special to me. Though, I’d still appreciate it if we didn’t test their functionality, potential injury makes me nervous.

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

I've had a wide variety of "life experience", and they've held up so far, however, if it'll make you feel better, we can take the crosswalk headed back.

[oceans-starr]

Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy

[oceans-starr]

  Victoria stopped laughing and returned back to her dead silence, slowly peaking over the couch to see who had spoken. It was one of the newer students, one she hadn’t talked to before, but had seen walking through the dorms occasionally, usually with a pissed off look and a step that said he had somewhere to be. Victoria had never been around him long enough to introduce herself.

"I take it you don’t like Rhapsody in Blue very much.."  She joked, a friendly smile on her face.  In reality, Victoria had never really minded it much. It was bit overplayed, but it was a good song. 

What bothered her much more though, was the man’s seeming familiarity with the song. Not many people, apart from musicians, would be able to pick out the badly adapted version of the song, and this man did not really seem like a musician.  Perhaps he was, and Victoria was just being paranoid, but she couldn’t shake the feeling he knew the song from experience which would mean like her he could be much, much older than he looked.

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

As the girl replied, Logan turned in his seat to face her, resting his beer on his knee once he was settled in the chair. He wasn't really looking for conversation, but hey, if he was going to sit in a place often inhabited by people, he was asking for it. Not to mention, being reserved is one thing, and being an asshole was another. So, ruffling his hair, he remarked back, "Actually, I don't have a problem with it- only, it was written in '24, Gatsby's set in '22."

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, though there was something that seemed, well, off, about the girl. She was looking at him oddly, like he was a puzzle to be put together, and in response, the mutant shifted in his chair, before taking a swig of the beer. Not wanting to appear tense, he shrugged his shoulders, adding in, "History buff I guess," before taking in an uncomfortable breath. 

This girl most certainly didn't look like any kind of threat; she was making easy conversation, lounged on a couch, and a a generally pleasant demeanor. Only, she seemed to see something in him, which Logan didn't really like. Not angry dislike, more of a nervous dislike, though it unsettled him nonetheless. Unsure of whether or not the woman wished to say more, he pulled the newspaper onto his lap, skimming through articles while also listening intently.

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[staceyleephillips]

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Based on the Deadpool series (of the same name) written by Brian Posehn and Gerry Duggan, drawn by Declan Shalvey

[takingallthecourageyouhaveleft]

[godhelp-theoutcasts]

Mutants in Training || Logan and Wanda

Wanda had waited patiently in the elevator, as it descended to the lower training levels. She watched the numbers above the doors tick — 5…4…3 — while listening to the music pumping from her iPod earbud to get herself ready for her first day of (personal) training. Needless to say, Wanda faced much trepidation as she stood inside this shiny, metallic box. Of course, it was within her best interest not to practice her talents in her bedroom like she was so accustomed to now that she had a roommate to worry about. Though, she couldn’t help but, be frightened by the prospect of putting others who were training at risk; the young woman had only ever pushed her powers to their limits in solitude and isolation. She wasn’t prepared to face the consequences that came with injuring another human being. As the double doors slid open, it looked as if she did have any other choice. Wanda was thankful to see that this particular training facility was vacant at these early hours of the morning. 

By now she had been working on her powers for a solid forty-five minutes. That stunning, signature smile was plastered across her face with every feat she completed. First, it was as simple as her cigarette box. From there she moved on to bigger and better things like her gym bag — which she purely owned for style because she never went to the gym — and now she was focusing on levitating the training dummies. The beautiful orchestrations from Disney’s The Little Mermaid sounded from her earbuds making her smile practically permanent. After resting the single training dummy, she wiggled her way over to the set of two of which she stood in the middle of. With the beginning notes of “One Step Closer”, she hovered both hands in the direction of the respective dummies and concentrated on getting them up. A familiar buzz worked its way through her hands as her powers fed off the energy in the room. She’d slowly begun to lift the dummies before she realized that she wasn’t alone in this room.

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

Logan unpleasantly rolled out of bed sometime after 5:45. While it was a considerably good sleep, the man was never able to shake his hatred of getting up, because what followed was the leaning against a wall in a semi-conscious daze, and a bored, unproductive day. He wasn't asking to be on the road again, constantly looking over his shoulder, or to go back to killing for the Canadian government, but honestly, things were getting boring as hell. Not wanting to spend another day shut up in his room, he decided that he would visit the training facility- because, while it wasn't really needed (he'd had over 100 years to figure out how to fight), it was a good way to spend some time. So, he made quick work of changing his clothes, as well as grabbing the few provisions he'd need, before he exited his room, headed for the training room.

While it was still early, and he'd chosen one of the smaller rooms for training today, the facility was scarcely populated. In fact, upon entry, Logan had only noticed one other occupant- the woman he believed to be Wanda Maximoff, whom he met just a few days ago. Seeing she was more than content working on her personal abilities by herself, and, just wanting to avoid human interaction in the morning, the mutant set his belongings down, and found himself a corner of the room with a fighting dummy and punching bag. Every once in awhile, a thud or whoosh would break the man's focus, though as always, he kept to himself and continued on with the work out. However, something he was unable to brush off was the feeling that a particular pair of eyes were on him.

[betty-rouge]

  What makes you think that the impact of a vehicle to a human body wouldn’t break your bones, hm? [places her hands on her hips] Are you one of the special ones, Logan?

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

[shrugs, ruffling his hair a bit before mentioning in a hushed tone] My bones are, more or less, reinforced- I guess? It depends on your definition of special.

[betty-rouge]

  [yells after him as he runs across the street] Break all of your bones! [laughs, and then follows after him, angry drivers honking their horns] Don’t you just love New York?

[logan-howlett-wolverine]

[just before he reaches the sidewalk, he yells back at the girl] Not likely! [as she joins him on the other side of the street, he laughs slightly, nodding a bit] It certainly has a little something special to it.