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[ofadamantiumundying]

@hardasiron​

Well, what the hell. Whatever that Doom guy had done, it was weird. People were stumbling around the ballroom in confusion, and Logan couldn’t blame them - his head was spinning, and he didn’t feel like himself. At all.

Plus, parties had never been his sort of thing anyway. Heading towards the balcony to get some air, he spotted a familiar figure. Once, he would have picked a fight with Erik Lehnsherr just because he was there, but those times were long gone, twice over. He must have fought beside the guy as many times as he’d fought against him, by now. 

Nodding at him and his fancy dress, he touched the brim of his hat by way of greeting. “Evening. Just gonna get me some air.”

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ofmagiks‌:

illyana paused, taking a moment to look over logan – her initial reaction curious as to why he wouldn’t know her. she’d lived with the x-men as a child when piotr joined the team, and again after growing up in limbo when she’d joined them. “illyana rasputina.” she finally answered, accepting the pen. “are you from another timeline or reality? if i had my magic, i’d know without having to ask.” she questioned, taking the cap off the pen and promptly moving to one of doom’s portraits, doodling facial hair on the metal mask that resembled stephen strange’s. “my brother is piotr rasputin, colossus. some people are more familiar with him.”

“Weird question,” Logan said. “But I guess the truth is weirder. Been through a bunch of weird things in my life, including travelling back in time ... rewrote reality, stopped some asshole from wiping out mutants.” He shrugged. “In the end, we still lost everyone. I’m guessing different reality, maybe timeline, who knows? To me, they’re the same thing.”

He folded his arms, watching her work. “That looks pretty good. Colossus, huh? Heard about him, might have seen him stomping around the school a couple of times. But then I took off.” He shrugged, but he was studying her with some interest. “But you know, most people don’t go around asking about ‘different realities’. What’s your story?”

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pyrc-maniac‌:

Pyro didn’t even hesitate when he saw the other hand, continuing to reach for the cocktail sausage. “Huh.” He mused before dropping it into his mouth. “You sure about that?” Pyro tilted his head as he looked up at the other mutant, over-emphasising his chewing. He cooked the damn sausages- he had eternal dibs.

“Aw hell. If it isn’t mister hot pants,” Logan groaned. “What the hell are you doing here? Who let you out of your room?”

For a moment, he considered punching the kid in the face. Claws or no claws, he’d probably succeed in getting that smug look off his face. And it wasn’t like Charles was here or anything. No one would know.

Okay, everyone would know, but no one would be there to give him the disappointed look. “Look, you better scram to the kitchens and get more of those.”

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@misschvz​ sent: “Ugh, that’s disgusting”

“What, that?” Logan glanced over, trying to see what the kid was talking about. “Are you talking about the food, or statue of Doom, or his bloody portraits everywhere? Cos the one of those three ain’t bad.”

Sure, it was European food, and some of it was weird as hell -- he wondered if it was traditional Latverian cuisine or whether Doom was just serving up rotten fish for the hell of it, but on the whole, he’d had worse. 

“If it’s the food, though - you want to avoid those fish things.”

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ofmagiks‌:

illyana couldn’t remember the last time she’d dressed up for halloween – had she ever? normally, the young mutant would simply decline the invitation, hold out elsewhere but this thing was mandatory. unfortunately, she didn’t have enough access to her powers to drop this doom man in limbo and show him what a true pit of doom looked like, so she’d play along for now. although, lacking costume ideas, she put on a little black dress and topped it with a simple witches hat. it counted, right? she let out a hum as she moved into the party, glancing around. “this guy wasn’t kidding, his face really is on every wall.” she paused. “does anyone have a marker? i’m suddenly feeling artistic.”

Logan wasn’t social at the best of times, and this was far from the best of times. But so far the party was ... bearable, if he just thought of it as a scouting opportunity to suss the place out, so that they could get round to burning it down to the ground in a hurry. 

He was distracted from his thoughts of pyrotechnics when someone spoke up, and he glanced over. “Yeah, and I thought Magneto had an ego problem.” He snorted. “This guy takes the cake.” 

Hunting around in his pockets, he produced a pen. “Here, it’s not marker, but I’m sure you can be creative. What’s your name, kid?”

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Logan was ... mostly here for the food. And also the chance to get a look at the Dick-tator in the flesh, see if he could run him through a few times.

So far, the food was good - though the portions were tiny - but the star of the show hadn’t turned up to his own party. 

Staking out the food table, he moved to grab one of the last cocktail sausages at the same time someone else reached for it. “Hey,” he said, “That one’s mine.”

[ofadamantiumundying]

Logan attends Doom’s Halloween party as Arthur Morgan from Red Dead Redemption 2. It’s a story, even if it’s not really a book. 

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“None of this could have possibly gone unnoticed.” (from @ofscarletwitch​)

“Probably, I noticed it,” Logan said, looking around at the mess that surrounded the kid. He wondered if it was a case of a mutant kid losing control of their powers - but there was something about the entire city being power damped or some shit like that, right? 

“Did you cause this?” He looked at the wreckage, which looked a bit like a bomb had gone off. “Or did you just come across it?” 

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“There’s a chance that tonight is the night you see me die on camera.” (from @ofthemysticarts​)

“Are you always this fucking dramatic?” Logan smirked. The tone was grumpy, but in actuality, he was rather amused. Glancing deliberately at the magician’s cape and fancy dress, he snorted. “You know what? Forget I asked.”

He liked Stephen Strange, and it wasn’t just because the man was giving him beer at the moment. Apparently, it wasn’t ‘conjured’ or whatever these magic types called it, but it was cold and tasted damn good after that stint in the jungle. “So, care to explain? Why exactly are you on camera and why are you going to die? And are we talking ‘Saturday Night Live’ or some plain old boring news?”

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“You have gotta be fucking kidding me dude.” (from @itsaphase​)

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?” Logan asked, glaring at his passenger. Or potential passenger, any way. “Yeah, I’m a Doomber driver, deal with it, Kitty. It means I get to deal what the hell I like, I don’t have to answer to some asshole boss, and I get my own car.”

He shrugged. “Now, are you gonna get in, or are you going to stand there the whole day? Cos you have one minute left to get in the car before I can just call a no show and drive off.”

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foolhardily‌:

“This is like the worst vacation ever.” Although it wasn’t as if the man ever went on one of those before. He was always busy working, even when he has some days off those will turn into WORK anyway. He makes a note that if they ever get out of this maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to take one for real.

“If someone was hiding it they’d regret it after dealing with the two of us.” It was amusing to think of actually.

Clint nods slowly, sighing a bit as he stands up. “I’ll go with you.” He could go get his gear, but had a knife hidden in his boot which would have to do. He could be deadly with a blade as very few would know.  “I saw it, YEAH. They’re fast, but not fast enough to go unseen.” He hasn’t caught glimpse of a face, but that doesn’t mean anything.

“Clint. It’s nice to meet you, Logan.”

"I don’t know,” Logan shrugged. “The solitude was pretty good, and the dinosaurs made for some pretty good sport, I’d give it a solid 1.5 stars out of 5.” 

"Clint huh? It’ll be the first time I’ve actually seen one of you Avengers types in action. Hope you’re as good as they say you are.” Rotating his shoulders to loosen them up, he shot Clint a nod. “So which one are you? Titanium Guy or Captain Blatant Patriotism?”

In truth, he knew Steve Rogers pretty damn well, but he wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to take the piss out of this guy. 

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itsaphase‌:

Kitty had a blocking helmet on as she approached the Benetar, telling her buddy system partner to hang back with Lockheed. Things were probably going to be really dangerous if one or both of the men who lived inside of the ship were having nightmares. Kitty raised her flashlight, looking for Nightmare’s goons which were slowly taking over the Savage Lands. “Logan!” she hissed, not wanting to draw attention to herself from said goons. “Quill!” She ducked inside of the ship. “Is anyone in here?”

@checkigniticn @ofadamantiumundying

Logan wasn’t having a great day, to say the least. Hell, he hadn’t had a great night either. He’d woken up with a yell, his claws embedded in the side of the ship, and now there was someone trying to break in.

Wait--

--okay, so an intruder probably wouldn’t be calling his name.

Ducking out, he spotted Kitty, at the same time he spotted something that sure as hell didn’t look human behind her. “Look out,” he snarled, launching himself at the thing, claws out and just spoiling for a fight.

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foolhardily‌:

The archer could respect that — plus it would make it easier not to talk about what had been going on inside of his own head. Nightmares we’re almost like an old friend, having had them for endless months after the snap happened for the first time — when everything was ripped away from him suddenly. One more wasn’t really something to be afraid of, but with EVERYONE stressed that leaves a weird feeling in his gut.

Something else was going on here.

“There’s none.” Clint would be drinking it if there was, but now he’s wondering if there’s some prehistoric plant out there they could give a similar feeling that caffeine gives. “If there is any — maybe someone’s hiding it from us. The nerve.” Clint is still in his chair, and glances to the window.

“Huh? I didn’t see anything that time. I wouldn’t say you’re losing your mind. Unless we both lost our minds. The shadows keep moving.”

Logan sniffed around - literally. Unfortunately, he couldn’t detect the slightest hint of coffee, and that was a smell that wasn’t easily missed. Grumbling in displeasure, he shook his head. “No coffee, no alcohol -- I can’t bloody wait to get out of this place. And I don’t think someone’s hidden it - I’d be able to tell.”

He glanced at the guy, and back at the window. “Huh. That time, you said. So... you saw something before?” He tilted his head at the window. “I say we go check and find out, what do you think?”

He paused. While he wasn’t usually prone to being social, if he was going to be fighting alongside someone else, it was probably a good idea to know their names. 

And, okay. Maybe he was being more affected by his nightmares than he’d thought.

You’re getting soft, old man.

“I’m Logan, by the way. What do they call you?”

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@phoeniixrisen

Logan... couldn’t seem to remember which jungle this was. Which was weird - he usually had a good sense of where he was, even when he didn’t know what the heck he was doing. But he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten here, and it didn’t smell familiar, and more importantly, it felt like something was wrong.

Moving as quietly as he could, senses on high alert, he crept through the undergrowth. There was something up ahead, something in the heart of the jungle, and some instinct told him that they needed to fight past it to get wherever they needed to go.

Problem is, he couldn’t really remember who ‘they’ were, and where it was they were supposed to go. Still, no time to really think about that. There was a threat, and he had to be ready.

He froze when he sensed movement up ahead, the claws sliding out noiselessly. A predator? No... a person. And there was something about them that set him on edge. Something vast and terrifying, something definitely not human.

Moving round to a better angle, he burst out of the undergrowth, fully intent on tackling the person threat, only to screech to a halt when he got in range to get a good look at her. “Jean?!”

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checkigniticn‌:

Quill wasn’t happy with this state of affairs at all. The worst part was, he couldn’t deny any of that stuff. It was all true.  The Benatar wouldn’t fly any time soon, and he’d been making solo journeys out into the jungle to find food and stuff. All that was a necessity, though! “Well, considerin’ my friends ain’t here - includin’ the mechanic - I ain’t exactly got backup!” He didn’t really have much choice in the matter, he supposed. Didn’t have it in him to turf someone else out there. Certainly didn’t have the strength left in him to risk losing that fight. “This was my room. Mine and Gamora’s.” That’s - she’s - one thing he’ll fight for even if it kills him. “I’ll negotiate other stuff, I’m not a total asshole, but this ain’t up for grabs.”

Ah, there it was. Girlfriend, partner, best friend’s ... he didn’t know, but he could tell that that person clearly important to this guy. 

“Alright,” he said. “Fair enough. Look - I am a total asshole, but let’s cut a deal. I’ll take the other room, or the cockpit, or whatever. In exchange, I’ll be your backup to guard this place when you disappear off to ... wherever. Sound good?”

It wasn’t really a concession on his part. After all, he would have to guard it regardless of whether he had a roommate. “And maybe if you have an idea of how to fix it...” he shrugged. “I know my way around vehicles, could maybe lend a hand.” 

He glanced around, finally taking an interest in the ship. “What is it, anyway? Space ship? Didn’t have those on Earth where I came from.”

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ofthemysticarts‌:

stephen’s patience with logan was beginning to wear incredibly thin. though it was of no fault of the mutant’s  - the sorcerer understood far too quickly and far too much how he knew the other. and he had to admit that if someone knew everything about him and he knew nothing of them, he would annoyed and freaked out too. “of course i am, i worked hard to get where i am, why shouldn’t i be proud?” he asked, a raised brow given.

“you are correct in your assumptions,“ he replied, standing next to the man and sighing before glancing around the home and looking back to logan. “if you trust anything i say, i hope it’s this; i’m hoping to get out of here too and i’m doing all i can to search for ways to leave this cursed place.“ he gave a pause, “which means getting everyone out as well.”

he smirked at logan’s words before letting a small laugh escape, “i can check if you like, but i can tell you right now what the answer will be,” he stepped back and began to weave open a portal spell to the outside of the sanctum for the other. “but there’s your exit if you’re wishing to take that way as well.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Hm. Interesting - never thought of it that way before. Y’see, I’m used to mutants, who don’t really work for their powers, except for some who have gotta learn how to control them. Guess it’s different for you.”

He would have patted Stephen on the shoulder, except that he wasn’t sure if the man had any hair-trigger reflexes, so he settled for a nod. “Look, doc -- one favour deserves another; so if you need help, just yell. Have to warn you, though, my talents generally include killing things, killing things, and driving a car, but there ain’t any cars around here.”

He smirked. “Not dead, huh. Wouldn’t be the first time. I’m going to check out this jungle, but who knows - might come by your door again.” With a wave, he stepped through the portal. 

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foolhardily‌:

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m fine.” Clint pinches the bridge of his nose, and decides to further ignore the nightmare from the previous night. His gaze turns to look at who was in the room with him. The worst imaginable already became a reality — something lived through for five long dreadful years. He didn’t need his brain to remind him of what it felt like, but going back to sleep wasn’t an option anymore. “I hope you’re having a better morning than me. I could really use a cup of coffee — an entire pot actually.”

“Good, because I don’t want to talk about it either.” 

Logan could tell that the man was stressed, but hell, everyone had their own problems, right? And in his case, his head was still throbbing from the nightmares that had been running through his mind. That would have been bad enough on its own, but something else was in the air, and his senses were all on high alert. 

Danger was lurking, and it was really pissing him off that he couldn’t tell what it was.

“What the hell do you mean there’s no coffee?” he grumbled, digging through the cupboards and tossing boxes around. “Someone told me that this swanky Avengers Quarters or whatever the hell it is probably had all the coffee.”

Tossing another box out, he froze abruptly as something seemed to dash past the window outside. By the time he’d spun to look, claws already snapping out, it was gone -- if there had been something in the first place. 

“Did you see anything? Or am I losing my freaking mind?”