#d:rogue

[canucklchead]

@sugardonttouchme

Unlike some of the X-Men, Logan didn’t spend all his time at the mansion. Since he’d joined the team, he’d come and gone as he pleased, stopping by for short periods before heading out again. He was never sure what he was looking for, out in the world. He figured maybe he’d know if he found it, but truth be told, he wasn’t even sure of that. One thing he did know, though, was that when he thought of home, it was always that mansion that came to mind. That place, the people in it... That was the closest Logan had ever come to belonging.

He pulled his bike into the driveway now, switching it off as he parked it under a nearby tree. There weren’t many places to go now, he knew. New York was on its own, separate from the rest of the world. Going home seemed natural, seemed right. Making his way to the door, he ignored a few kids he didn’t recognize who stared at him curiously. There were always new faces at the mansion, of course; Chuck had a habit of collecting strays that had done Logan a lot of good once upon a time. When he was in the mood, he’d learn their names, but right now, he wanted a familiar face. He didn’t have to look hard to find one. She was in the hallway by the entry, back to him, and Logan approached her slowly, coming to a stop and leaning against the wall behind her. “Hey, kid,” he greeted, offering her a nod. “You let the world go to shit while I was off?”

[quakesjohnscn]

@sugardonttouchme

In the movies, alien invasions really brought people together. Scenes of unlikely allies helping each other fight were always coupled with ones of kids with punk rock hairstyles assisting little old ladies in cleaning up debris, and while the thought was nice, it was totally unrealistic. In real life, people didn’t come together after something like this, they looked for ways to profit off of it. That was exactly what Mr. Villain of the Week was doing now, breaking store windows with some kind of fancy ass blaster and sending his buddies inside to loot. It was painfully cliche, but it’d been such a slow week that Daisy almost didn’t mind it.

Rubbing at the gauntlets secured around her wrists -- she really needed to talk to Fitzsimmons about making these things more comfortable when they were keeping her wrists from fracturing -- Daisy eyed the scene carefully. She turned to the girl beside her with a small smile, quirking a brow. “Look, normally I’d say you might want to get out of here, but this is New York, right? You’ve probably got, like, a Hulk inside of you or something. So, what do you say you help me kick these comic book wannabes’ asses? If you seriously are normal, you can run. Or, y’know, if you just want to run. I’m not gonna stop you either way but, honestly? I wouldn’t mind the company.”