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[snikting]

[So Logan has been planning this for awhile. But he doesn't like announcing things on the journal. Because then people will want to talk to him. And he doesn't like talking to people on the journals. It's bad enough that his journal shows up even after he purposely loses it. And now elves. Damn elves. It's thanks to their pestering that he makes his move. That is, actually offering to 'give' something to the community.

Probably not what the elf had in mind. But then, he impaled it on his claws. So what the hell does he care what it thinks?]

Now I know I ain't exactly the first to offer any kind of combat instructing. So I ain't going to bother looking for civvies. If you don't know how to fight, there's plenty of other people eager to show you the ropes. Not that I ain't willing to consider ya, but you aren't the only people I'm concerned with.

What I do is train mutants. People with powers. So it doesn't matter what you can do. If you're looking to refine your powers, get stronger, and increase your chances of not dying - then I'm your man. I'm known as Wolverine. Or you can call me Logan. If you're interested, see me at the Dome. You'll be getting your introductory lesson there.

[Logan can be found at the Dome, waiting by the console. He's in his X-Men uniform. Anyone who frequents the dome won't find this look too unusual for him. There's also his latest elf. It looks fairly traumatized, worried, and paranoid. Which is why it's hiding behind one of the pillars holding up the second floor, rather than anywhere near Wolverine.

He's so very, very much on the naughty list.]

Comments

[rashness]

Then they burn stuff?

[there's nothing to burn in the immediate area. He actually considers putting the sword away again, because he feels awkward, but instead he just stands there a little sheepishly, the flame-ended tail swishing behind him]

[snikting]

Lots of things burn, kid. But are we talkin' marshmallows over a campfire or fiery furnace?

[If he's going to even begin to put this kid through this stuff, he needs a frame of reference to work with.]

[rashness]

More than a campfire? [...] I'm not good at qualifying stuff with words, I'd be better off showing it.

[snikting]

Neither am I. [A nod and he turns to the console. He'll turn on one of the simpler danger room scenarios. One for the kids, not himself. Once the chamber doors slide open, he gestures ahead.]

I'll give you a few targets to scorch. After that, you'll put the sword away.

[rashness]

Alright, deal! I'm way better at this than that anyway! [And he would slam a fist into his palm, but he's still holding his sword. So instead he just grins, heading on into the room]

[snikting]

[It's a typical Danger Room scenario. No danger yet, though. Just a glass tube running from the ceiling to the floor in the center of the room.]

Go light it up. As bright as you can.

[rashness]

The tube? uh, should I just be melting it or what? [Either way, he looks at it, exhales-- and narrows his eyes, coating the thing in blue fire. It's not burning it yet, and he's holding his control, but with a less isolated flame thing, that's harder to do]

[snikting]

[Well, it's certainly hot. And the glass isn't going to melt. Not this glass.]

Inside the tube. It's filled with gas. Not only is it going to get bright, but it'll give us a measurement that's actually useful.

[rashness]

In it? ...Uh. The gas isn't going to blow up, right? [That said, he narrows his eyes and tries to focus his flames. It doesn't work well, because it's not really good at this. So he just coats the whole tube, inside and out and then wills it to burn.

As for the heat canon is so not good at this but the blue flames can melt steel and reduce most things to ashes in no time flat, so it's probably like. Hot]

[snikting]

[Once the gas inside the tube ignites, it's going to create a blinding light. Functionally, it works light a light house, only created to sustain the kind of heat only mutants can manage. Regardless, Logan has to shield his eyes.]

Okay, it's hot. That'll do, Sparky.

[rashness]

Okay! [And he actually puts away the sword, returning to the (relatively) human form. It's the easiest way to put out all the fire at once, and he exhales after he does, long and drawn out]

[snikting]

[He notes the immediate loss of flames. For a moment, he recalls Pyro. He was worthless without a source for his flames. It was a weakness. This kid had a similar weakness, though not quite as obvious. Still, it was something to consider.]

Not bad. But can't you put your flames out on your own?

[rashness]

It's uh... it's harder. I need to tell it to go out, but- [How does he put this... He considers a moment, but he is trying to train here, so he might as well be totally honestly] I gotta focus, and keep my emotion...al control. The flames are apparently like from me, my heart... or something.

[snikting]

Is that right? Well here's the first rule for training with me. [Here comes his 'Professor Logan' tone. Stern, strict, and to his students - terrifying.] From now on, when you have your flames out there, you put them out yourself. Unless someone's life is in danger, I don't want to see you takin' any shortcuts. You control it or you don't use it. Got it?

[rashness]

[He stands a little straighter, grinning a bit in spite of himself. they guy seems way cooler than Shura already... though he'll probably be just as demanding] You got it, I can do that!

[snikting]

[A 'can do' attitude. Well it's better than the whining he usually hears.]

Good. Next I'll be testing your combat abilities. Which means you won't be needing the sword for it.

[He holds out his hand expectantly.]

[rashness]

...I don't like letting go of this. [He's holding it, in his scabbard, looking down at it longer before finally, he sighs and then slowly, hesitantly, hands it over. That sword is very important, after all]

[snikting]

[Logan takes it. Most people would eagerly unsheathe it just to see what it does. But Logan just holds it at his side, doing nothing with it. For something this valuable, he won't be so careless as to simply set it aside.]

Then I'd suggest being careful who you give it to. [A slight admonishment for handing it over so easily.] How much hand to hand training have you had?

[rashness]

I don't, normally! But you're my neighbor and training me, right? [He huffs, but he is now embarrassed, a bit of blue sparks coming out of the corner of his mouth. Ugh, he knew it was a trap] ...But uh, I fought in middle school a lot?

[snikting]

So barely any. [Sure, Logan learned to scuffle on the street too. But then he learned how to really fight. Then he forgot. And remembered again! It was a long process.] Then that's where we'll start. Don't expect too much excitement starting out. For now, you'll be learning forms and restraint. [Not that Logan's exactly a model for that.] That way it won't matter whether this hunk of metal is sheathed or not.

[rashness]

I can't control if I transform or not without that though. [Just... in case... that wasn't clear]

[snikting]

I figured. What I expect is that when this sword is out, there won't be a single flame anywhere I don't want there to be. The way I see it, your sheathe here is a crutch. You won't ever control your powers if you keep acting like they come with a switch to turn them on or off. Got it?

[rashness]

[You know, that does make sense. It does get harder to control everything when it's flying all over and frankly, now that he can control when and what it's burning, he'd not given a lot of thought to it. But he nods, because if the boss guy here says so, he'll try to comply with it. He's already cooler than Shura because he's not drunk, right? Yeah]

Yeah, I got it.

[snikting]

Good. [Now, time to get a feel for Rin's combat skills. Logan has programmed in some controls into this room, so he can add new pre-programmed challenges. In this case, he causes several doors to open around the chamber. Out of them comes two Malnosso droids. For now.]

These are weaker than your standard Mally-bots. Beating them ain't an option, though. They don't stay down. Not without using your powers anyway. So the question is how long you can last before you ask for your sword back.

[rashness]

[A fight? It's a little weird to not have his sword, and he's fought the normal bots before, they were really tough. That said, he stretches his arms and smirks, making fists and nodding] Alright! If it's a fight, I'm sure I can handle it!

[And without missing a beat he then goes to run towards the robots, going in swinging. Or well, so he intends. In all likelihood he's going to end up on his ass from this sort of Trying To Look Cool charge]