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5 - [Action/Voice]
[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.]
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.]
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Ahahaha, see that? She's a genius.
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Logan turned to bring up the preview screen on the console. It was space, certainly. Open, empty space.
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Her enthusiasm could fill buckets. Lots and lots of buckets. About the size of a pin.
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"We're ejecting in five."
In battle, there was no time to wait for everyone to get ready. Either it happened or it didn't. His hand wavered over the lever to depressurize the room. Then they'd be heading into space.
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"Take your time with your shots. Missing ain't an option."
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Rogue hated being out in open space. There was no propulsion, no control, no covering. She brought the gun in front of her and took aim while hurtling towards them at speeds which would be fun if she had any say in which way she was going.
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