Good Boy

Designation X-24, severely aggressive and difficult to control except in the presence of a 'handler' Currently no handler exists as the previous one, Dr,Rice was killed. X-24 while without a handler is dangerous to approach or interact with. All attempts to approach should be met with caution until a new handler is introduced. (AU X-24 rp blog.)

[weapon-x24]

Doppleganger

[weapon-x24]

“A lot of things...just mostly here to see you. Figure out what I should do with myself, definitely can’t stick around..having a clone around wont do..” He would simply have to find his own place, it was a big world though. Though sometimes it didn’t seem that way with all the things that the X-Men got themselves mixed up in. Xander, followed after Logan dutifully, studying his original all the while. Already thinking of places that he might like, a cooler climate would definitely be nice.. “Can help out around here for a bit before I go find answers elsewhere...might have to track down that guy who woke me up. You already got to the guys who made us from what I’ve heard..” A faint frown there, brows furrowed as he thought on if he really would have killed them or not..probably. Not like they’d see him and just let him go after, right?

[weapon-x24]

Doppleganger

A feeling of something akin to dread settled into the pit of the clone’s stomach, he could smell Logan..and surely the other could smell him. They had the same nose, if possibly a bit less enhanced in his original. Swallowing X-24 slowly stepped from the shadows. He wasn’t the best at timing and he knew there was a chance this might end up in a fight..despite his intentions. More so just hoping to meet and speak with the man with whom who had been the source of DNA that allowed 24 to be here at all.  “Y-You’re Lo..Wolverine right?” His voice was gruff, but unsure nowhere near as confident or stern as Logan’s own voice. Dressed in a faded and somewhat dirty set of clothes, blue jeans, a stained white shirt. Stuff he’d nabbed on the journey to find..well his source. Not that, he was sure the mutant would be happy to see another of him running around. “My..original?” @adamantiumluster

[adamantiumluster-deactivated201]

“Look bub don’t care for any fights right now.”He knew the scent was familiar, he just didn’t think he’d hear an eerily similar voice to his own when the other spoke. He hadn’t been fully looking up, but instead from what it looked like he was unpacking a small object. That looked kind of like either cigarettes or a cigar from the way he fumbled with it, it was more of a priority to him than fighting.

He squinted at hearing the phrase ‘my original’ and that was when he did look up. 

“Oh for fucks sake what the..”He grumbles very audibly and  closes his mouth into a fine line. 

The guy seemed, less than hostile, no adrenaline was being pumped through him from what he could smell at least. That gave him some definition that he didn’t come here to fight at least he hoped not. That would be a hard fight to handle.

“At least call me Logan not , my original, it sounds like some bullshit chip brand. Look, bub whatever your designated weirdness is, can we at least do that indoors and not in front of people who think I have some insane twin with a pension for even worse fashion than my own.”

[weapon-x24]

“Wasn’t sure if you wanted me using your real name..out in the open.” He knew not every mutant had a public identity..so he had just tried to play it safe. Those haunting eyes seeming sharp, focused on the older male. Seeming to be more predatory than he meant to be. The reaction to him was..good, not as bad as he expected at the very least. “I..don’t have a name, just a number..twenty-four..” The number leaving his lips making him twinge, it made him feel hollow..like the weaponized bastard of the man before him. “I just..wanted to meet you and, try to figure out who I could be.” He didn’t want to be like Logan, but he did want to at the very least know how much of his personality fit his original’s. “Sorry for intruding..” Glancing at the smokes he made a face, the scent was terrible..made him sick but his senses were new..and more powerful. Made to track and kill, but he had a feeling that wasn’t the life he wanted to lead.. “I’ll go wherever you want me..so just lead the way.”

[adamantiumluster-deactivated201]

Older was a relative term, he was over a hundred and eighty tops, but physically he looked barely in his thirties. He wasn’t sure where this man came from but the number was kinda unnerving.

“Right, mind if I call you Tim instead and we can figure out a name later? Numbers are bullshit if you aren’t here to fight then you aren’t a threat which means you have your own identity and until you figure that out I’ll just call you little Tim since there’s nothing else I can say.“

He chose Tim because Tiny Tim was a Dickens character who had a shit home life and he figured this guy also had a very shit home life. It made sense to him. Logan nodded over to the house in the corner, it looked like no one was really inside, but there wasn’t some truths to that as one person was inside and that was someone Logan didn’t discuss with people as he was hiding this person from the government as well.

“Before you go anywhere did you take out the tracking chip, these bastards tend to try and shove one in you and I figure if your worth as much as I am to them they put one in you too. “

[weapon-x24]

Pausing at that name, he frowns.. Should he accept that name for now or should he try something else. “I was leaning toward something with an X..but that’ll be fine for now.” Hands lifted up and then slid down into his pants pockets. Make himself seem like less of a threat..someone who could be ignored. His hair was shorter compared to Logan’s, darker too, possibly helping in making him look…not like a clone. “I..think so, came out and had someone help me. They didn’t give a name but they had me on an operating table..can check me if you like.” Shifting uncomfortably then, he wasn’t worried about being cut open again, he didn’t really feel pain. Another design, though it was something that worried him despite that healing factor and metal skeleton. He..wouldn’t know if something was wrong. “Can wait here or just walk further in the forest..both is fine by me.” A shrug then, peering at the other, he was older than Tim..he was only awake and..sentient for a number of weeks. More or less a newborn in comparison.

[adamantiumluster-deactivated201]

“What like Xander or Xerxes because Xavier’s taken.”He had to strain to remember any X men’s names.

“What did this person look like?” He wondered if it was someone that was there to help mutants it was possible that it was someone on their side. Wait here for what exactly? These were unusual things to say and he struggled to understand the other’s meaning. When he looked back at him he wondered a few moments.

“Nah I’m certain the kid inside can handle things if you attack. Even if someone else does we’d just go on the run again. There are plenty of places in this country to hide.” He motioned for him to just follow after.

[weapon-x24]

“Somethin’ like that..kind of like Xander.” The names did sound silly hearing some out loud but he could manage. Would take Xander for a bit at the very least. “I didn’t get a good look at them..my mind was all hazy and couldn’t see well.” It was a mystery..he could find them if he came across their scent again however..could track it. When they began to walk inside he cleared his throat somewhat, the kid..were they like him..sort of like him? “Alright then, if you’re sure then, Logan.” The name felt odd on his tongue, like it was foreign, something that wasn’t his to say but felt familiar all the same.  Staring back at the older..him with curiosity. “Would rather not have any of that happen.”

[weapon-x24]

Doppleganger

A feeling of something akin to dread settled into the pit of the clone’s stomach, he could smell Logan..and surely the other could smell him. They had the same nose, if possibly a bit less enhanced in his original. Swallowing X-24 slowly stepped from the shadows. He wasn’t the best at timing and he knew there was a chance this might end up in a fight..despite his intentions. More so just hoping to meet and speak with the man with whom who had been the source of DNA that allowed 24 to be here at all.  “Y-You’re Lo..Wolverine right?” His voice was gruff, but unsure nowhere near as confident or stern as Logan’s own voice. Dressed in a faded and somewhat dirty set of clothes, blue jeans, a stained white shirt. Stuff he’d nabbed on the journey to find..well his source. Not that, he was sure the mutant would be happy to see another of him running around. “My..original?” @adamantiumluster

[adamantiumluster-deactivated201]

“Look bub don’t care for any fights right now.”He knew the scent was familiar, he just didn’t think he’d hear an eerily similar voice to his own when the other spoke. He hadn’t been fully looking up, but instead from what it looked like he was unpacking a small object. That looked kind of like either cigarettes or a cigar from the way he fumbled with it, it was more of a priority to him than fighting.

He squinted at hearing the phrase ‘my original’ and that was when he did look up. 

“Oh for fucks sake what the..”He grumbles very audibly and  closes his mouth into a fine line. 

The guy seemed, less than hostile, no adrenaline was being pumped through him from what he could smell at least. That gave him some definition that he didn’t come here to fight at least he hoped not. That would be a hard fight to handle.

“At least call me Logan not , my original, it sounds like some bullshit chip brand. Look, bub whatever your designated weirdness is, can we at least do that indoors and not in front of people who think I have some insane twin with a pension for even worse fashion than my own.”

[weapon-x24]

“Wasn’t sure if you wanted me using your real name..out in the open.” He knew not every mutant had a public identity..so he had just tried to play it safe. Those haunting eyes seeming sharp, focused on the older male. Seeming to be more predatory than he meant to be. The reaction to him was..good, not as bad as he expected at the very least. “I..don’t have a name, just a number..twenty-four..” The number leaving his lips making him twinge, it made him feel hollow..like the weaponized bastard of the man before him. “I just..wanted to meet you and, try to figure out who I could be.” He didn’t want to be like Logan, but he did want to at the very least know how much of his personality fit his original’s. “Sorry for intruding..” Glancing at the smokes he made a face, the scent was terrible..made him sick but his senses were new..and more powerful. Made to track and kill, but he had a feeling that wasn’t the life he wanted to lead.. “I’ll go wherever you want me..so just lead the way.”

[adamantiumluster-deactivated201]

Older was a relative term, he was over a hundred and eighty tops, but physically he looked barely in his thirties. He wasn’t sure where this man came from but the number was kinda unnerving.

“Right, mind if I call you Tim instead and we can figure out a name later? Numbers are bullshit if you aren’t here to fight then you aren’t a threat which means you have your own identity and until you figure that out I’ll just call you little Tim since there’s nothing else I can say.“

He chose Tim because Tiny Tim was a Dickens character who had a shit home life and he figured this guy also had a very shit home life. It made sense to him. Logan nodded over to the house in the corner, it looked like no one was really inside, but there wasn’t some truths to that as one person was inside and that was someone Logan didn’t discuss with people as he was hiding this person from the government as well.

“Before you go anywhere did you take out the tracking chip, these bastards tend to try and shove one in you and I figure if your worth as much as I am to them they put one in you too. “

[weapon-x24]

Pausing at that name, he frowns.. Should he accept that name for now or should he try something else. “I was leaning toward something with an X..but that’ll be fine for now.” Hands lifted up and then slid down into his pants pockets. Make himself seem like less of a threat..someone who could be ignored. His hair was shorter compared to Logan’s, darker too, possibly helping in making him look...not like a clone. “I..think so, came out and had someone help me. They didn’t give a name but they had me on an operating table..can check me if you like.” Shifting uncomfortably then, he wasn’t worried about being cut open again, he didn’t really feel pain. Another design, though it was something that worried him despite that healing factor and metal skeleton. He..wouldn’t know if something was wrong. “Can wait here or just walk further in the forest..both is fine by me.” A shrug then, peering at the other, he was older than Tim..he was only awake and..sentient for a number of weeks. More or less a newborn in comparison.

[weapon-x24]

Doppleganger

A feeling of something akin to dread settled into the pit of the clone’s stomach, he could smell Logan..and surely the other could smell him. They had the same nose, if possibly a bit less enhanced in his original. Swallowing X-24 slowly stepped from the shadows. He wasn’t the best at timing and he knew there was a chance this might end up in a fight..despite his intentions. More so just hoping to meet and speak with the man with whom who had been the source of DNA that allowed 24 to be here at all.  “Y-You’re Lo..Wolverine right?” His voice was gruff, but unsure nowhere near as confident or stern as Logan’s own voice. Dressed in a faded and somewhat dirty set of clothes, blue jeans, a stained white shirt. Stuff he’d nabbed on the journey to find..well his source. Not that, he was sure the mutant would be happy to see another of him running around. “My..original?” @adamantiumluster

[adamantiumluster-deactivated201]

“Look bub don’t care for any fights right now.”He knew the scent was familiar, he just didn’t think he’d hear an eerily similar voice to his own when the other spoke. He hadn’t been fully looking up, but instead from what it looked like he was unpacking a small object. That looked kind of like either cigarettes or a cigar from the way he fumbled with it, it was more of a priority to him than fighting.

He squinted at hearing the phrase ‘my original’ and that was when he did look up. 

“Oh for fucks sake what the..”He grumbles very audibly and  closes his mouth into a fine line. 

The guy seemed, less than hostile, no adrenaline was being pumped through him from what he could smell at least. That gave him some definition that he didn’t come here to fight at least he hoped not. That would be a hard fight to handle.

“At least call me Logan not , my original, it sounds like some bullshit chip brand. Look, bub whatever your designated weirdness is, can we at least do that indoors and not in front of people who think I have some insane twin with a pension for even worse fashion than my own.”

[weapon-x24]

“Wasn’t sure if you wanted me using your real name..out in the open.” He knew not every mutant had a public identity..so he had just tried to play it safe. Those haunting eyes seeming sharp, focused on the older male. Seeming to be more predatory than he meant to be. The reaction to him was..good, not as bad as he expected at the very least. “I..don’t have a name, just a number..twenty-four..” The number leaving his lips making him twinge, it made him feel hollow..like the weaponized bastard of the man before him. “I just..wanted to meet you and, try to figure out who I could be.” He didn’t want to be like Logan, but he did want to at the very least know how much of his personality fit his original’s. “Sorry for intruding..” Glancing at the smokes he made a face, the scent was terrible..made him sick but his senses were new..and more powerful. Made to track and kill, but he had a feeling that wasn’t the life he wanted to lead.. “I’ll go wherever you want me..so just lead the way.”

[weapon-x24]

Doppleganger

A feeling of something akin to dread settled into the pit of the clone’s stomach, he could smell Logan..and surely the other could smell him. They had the same nose, if possibly a bit less enhanced in his original. Swallowing X-24 slowly stepped from the shadows. He wasn’t the best at timing and he knew there was a chance this might end up in a fight..despite his intentions. More so just hoping to meet and speak with the man with whom who had been the source of DNA that allowed 24 to be here at all.  “Y-You’re Lo..Wolverine right?” His voice was gruff, but unsure nowhere near as confident or stern as Logan’s own voice. Dressed in a faded and somewhat dirty set of clothes, blue jeans, a stained white shirt. Stuff he’d nabbed on the journey to find..well his source. Not that, he was sure the mutant would be happy to see another of him running around. “My..original?” @adamantiumluster

[daydreamerjim]

Chamber has an explosive… personality

A commission for @mbgaspar of the extreme hot Chamber. I’m sorry for all these puns, they’re all low hanging fruit, but they’re not the only low hanging thing here ;) Okay that’s the last one, I swear, I’m done! Now close the door behind you cause I’m sure Chamber’s not quite done yet

[weapon-x24]

Fuck yes, Chamber~!!

[rxgingcajxn]

Evening. weapon-x24

“Good evenin’…X-24 I presume? Who sent you afta’ me, and why?”

He was suspicious. Very suspicious. It wasn’t often that he met a kind soul, and when he did, he was still wary of them. Many people had attempted to kill him in the past, and he wasn’t going to let that happen any time soon. Plus, this person had just came up and approached him; no recollection of this name or face in his brain. 

Unusual.

[weapon-x24]

“No..One..” He growled out faintly, his speech wasn’t that good as if he was just learning how to talk after a long time of not doing so. His vocal chords suffering from disuse but that voice was familiar and as was that appearance once he finally stepped out of the shadows. Dressed only in a pair of jeans, his gaze fixated on the man, seeming to be looking at him with rage..but that was just his default expression considering the conditioning he had been through for the entirety of his time as a living being. Shifting his stance and gaze to the side awkwardly, not sure what to say or even knowing how to say it. @rxgingcajxn

[rxgingcajxn]

“So, no one sent you?” Stammering softly, he truly wanted to ignore his mind and let his instincts take over. But something in his gut told him that he should give this man a chance; had he done the same with Rogue, he would’ve never found a lifelong friend.

Patting the seat adjacent from him, he offered the man a chance to get to know him. With a sigh and a pinch of courage, he began to speak.

“So, What brings you around here, or to me for that matter?”

[weapon-x24]

“No..” The man smelled familiar..the only reason he had approached, a scent that just lingered in his brain as familiar..and friendly. His expression was rather..pensive, brows furrowed, his jaw clenched. Taking his time walking over to the brunet..though it appeared more like stalking. When he finally got close enough to take the seat beside Remy he emitted a sound between a growl and a grunt, rumbling in his throat before finally lowering down. That gaze never diverting from the male’s face. “Smell...famili-..arrr” @rxgingcajxn

[weapon-x24]

No more replies today.

Got to get to work.

[rxgingcajxn]

Evening. weapon-x24

“Good evenin’…X-24 I presume? Who sent you afta’ me, and why?”

He was suspicious. Very suspicious. It wasn’t often that he met a kind soul, and when he did, he was still wary of them. Many people had attempted to kill him in the past, and he wasn’t going to let that happen any time soon. Plus, this person had just came up and approached him; no recollection of this name or face in his brain. 

Unusual.

[weapon-x24]

“No..One..” He growled out faintly, his speech wasn’t that good as if he was just learning how to talk after a long time of not doing so. His vocal chords suffering from disuse but that voice was familiar and as was that appearance once he finally stepped out of the shadows. Dressed only in a pair of jeans, his gaze fixated on the man, seeming to be looking at him with rage..but that was just his default expression considering the conditioning he had been through for the entirety of his time as a living being. Shifting his stance and gaze to the side awkwardly, not sure what to say or even knowing how to say it. @rxgingcajxn

[bonesrot-deactivated20180820]

                         got more bones than a graveyard

                                                    written by bub

[weapon-x24]

Snorts as the other thanks him, keeping his dick hilted inside his cunt for now. The only thing keeping the Russian warm as he puts his arms around him, gently pressing into him. Weak ‘shallow’ thrusts being made while peering down at him almost emptily. A pleased growl being heard however at the mention of him  possibly getting pregnant..when as he even said that that seed of his was fertilizing more than one egg. That hyper seed making his body more than ready..making up for lost time.

[weapon-x24]

Snarling and grunting those hips moved more feverishly..definitely giving the horny Russian a work out. Pulverizing his cunt to the point it’d be gaping open when he was done but the mutant wouldn’t care about that surely. Once the clone had dumped all his seed deep into his cunt and womb..an unavoidable pregnancy with the amount of seed he would eventually unleash. For now those hips slammed roughly into Piotr, penetrating him balls deep every time, bruising those muscled thighs as the clone breeds the other..fully intent on doing as the other wished..and now what he somewhat also desired. To sire children inside the man who woke him up.

[heavymetalrussiandaddy]

“Oh logan!” He repeated over and over as his eyes rolled back, mouth with a trail of spit, semi open as his words began going gibberish. He was feeling the other tear his pussy open. Making it used and gaped. He felt the others cock hit deep into him. The first load would instantly hit his womb. He couldn’t think properly or to that matter care. He was being mated by the man of his dreams. The love of his life. His Logan or he expected it to be.

[weapon-x24]

The vicious breeding from the clone only got more rough, soon biting the other..marking him with wounds that would be scars. Evidence to what they’d done here as his dick twitches and spasms deep inside the Russian’s pussy. Fingers digging firmly into the thick muscled legs he held apart, tearing the larger man up from the inside with that meat spear. Though soon enough he was arching, letting out an angered lustful roar as he began to spill his seed. Gushing from him like a busted hydrant..nearly instantly filling the male’s womb to the brim, the next few moments giving that eight pack middle a more keg like look as his belly and womb distended from the amount of seed spilling from the clone who was still pounding away at Piotr’s cunt.

[heavymetalrussiandaddy]

Piotr cried as he felt pain through his body as the other marked him all his body would be proof of the others territory over him. He whimpered as he felt the cum flow hitting his entire insides with his seed. He felt pressure as more and more stuffed him to his gills. He was a mess now. Moaning, whimpering, sobbing…..he experienced for his first time the most extreme. He began sobbing placing his hand on the others face. “Please don’t ever leave me logan…..” he said in a cracked voice.

[weapon-x24]

Growling he pressed against the male’s hand, his bloody tongue gently sliding along the others palm as he purrs out lightly. Starting to move himself against the other, rocking now as he rode that high as he fills him further..until the thick chunky seed began to flow out of his ruined cunt. Panting and breathing heavily as he leans in to lick the others lips. Beginning to rub that hairy washboard abdomen against Piotr’s overly filled and rounded middle. The male crying making his rage spike a bit but there wasn’t much for him to do due to his being the cause of those tears. Gently kissing the male now as he growls out an angry reply. “Never..”

[weapon-x24]

Snarling and grunting those hips moved more feverishly..definitely giving the horny Russian a work out. Pulverizing his cunt to the point it’d be gaping open when he was done but the mutant wouldn’t care about that surely. Once the clone had dumped all his seed deep into his cunt and womb..an unavoidable pregnancy with the amount of seed he would eventually unleash. For now those hips slammed roughly into Piotr, penetrating him balls deep every time, bruising those muscled thighs as the clone breeds the other..fully intent on doing as the other wished..and now what he somewhat also desired. To sire children inside the man who woke him up.

[heavymetalrussiandaddy]

“Oh logan!” He repeated over and over as his eyes rolled back, mouth with a trail of spit, semi open as his words began going gibberish. He was feeling the other tear his pussy open. Making it used and gaped. He felt the others cock hit deep into him. The first load would instantly hit his womb. He couldn’t think properly or to that matter care. He was being mated by the man of his dreams. The love of his life. His Logan or he expected it to be.

[weapon-x24]

The vicious breeding from the clone only got more rough, soon biting the other..marking him with wounds that would be scars. Evidence to what they’d done here as his dick twitches and spasms deep inside the Russian’s pussy. Fingers digging firmly into the thick muscled legs he held apart, tearing the larger man up from the inside with that meat spear. Though soon enough he was arching, letting out an angered lustful roar as he began to spill his seed. Gushing from him like a busted hydrant..nearly instantly filling the male’s womb to the brim, the next few moments giving that eight pack middle a more keg like look as his belly and womb distended from the amount of seed spilling from the clone who was still pounding away at Piotr’s cunt.

[weapon-x24]

Snarling and grunting those hips moved more feverishly..definitely giving the horny Russian a work out. Pulverizing his cunt to the point it’d be gaping open when he was done but the mutant wouldn’t care about that surely. Once the clone had dumped all his seed deep into his cunt and womb..an unavoidable pregnancy with the amount of seed he would eventually unleash. For now those hips slammed roughly into Piotr, penetrating him balls deep every time, bruising those muscled thighs as the clone breeds the other..fully intent on doing as the other wished..and now what he somewhat also desired. To sire children inside the man who woke him up.

[weapon-x24]

Pauses when the other speaks in a way that is..more of a command than an abstract way of desiring him. Growling as he lowers the other into the snow..slicing a hole in the front of his costume. Letting that fat prick that was..now fully erect slap wetly and heatedly against that virgin cunt of Piotr’s. He had told him he wanted to be fucked..so he would do as he wished. Spreading the male’s roughly and painfully as he begins to prod and pierce that mancunt shallowly at first. Wanting to stretch him first so as he didn’t tear him heavily when he did finally start making ‘love’ to the mutant now underneath him. That dark hair long and hanging down past his shoulders as he continues to prepare Piotr for his length.

[heavymetalrussiandaddy]

Piotr was quite surprised….no, he was baffled by the others sudden abrupt change. “ah! logan!” he said as he saw the claw rip a hole on his costume revealing his secret. “Sorry I never told you. please don’t hate me….” he said but shortly after he moaned as he felt the others cock press against his virginal cherry. “Fuck! Logan be careful. I dont want something to happen you don’t want to….” he said referring to his quite unique attribute added by the cunt. 

[weapon-x24]

Growling out he soon spread those legs painfully wide, slamming his hips into that cunt. Tearing through that hymen as if it were wet paper, pumping into his cunt roughly as he leans over him, snarling softly. His body alight with more emotions and sensations now as he made love to his master..breeding him and becoming in a way slightly more dominant with him. It seemed the other was on the road to ‘training’ the clone on how to better use the Russian for his needs and desires..to breed him with reckless abandon. Fucking him out in the open in the cold snowfilled landscape..their noises echoing loudly for none to hear.

[noodlehelps]

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[ahrihime]

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[ahrihime]

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