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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.]

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[rashness]

No! I'm here 'cus I've gotta lot of power, and the woman who was helping me figure out how to work with it isn't here. So... [Yeah. He looks a little sheepish at the tail end, though he did start strong. His tail curls behind him a bit]

[snikting]

So you've lost out on a teacher. [Well, at least that means the kids already used to following someone else's lead. It's a start.] So what kind of powers you've got?

[rashness]

Well, I'm a demon. [And he waves vaguely at his tail. He also has lightly pointed ears and lightly elongated canines right now. He does, however, roll the katana on his back out of his bundle, holding it out] So I'm way stronger than most people, and I can heal faster... even like this, when my powers are sealed. Like, as long as the sword here isn't drawn, I'm still mostly human-like. Sort of.

[He doesn't want to draw just yet and totally surprise the guy without warning, so he pauses here. ...And takes a step back]

[snikting]

Demon, huh? [Well. That's new. Unless Kurt counted. But that kid was as close to a demon as the Sahara was to Alaska.]

So take out the sword.

[rashness]

Yeah, sort of. [It's complicated, okay. Sort of. But okay. He inhales, exhales, and draws the sword.

Whiiich has everything change in an instant. Superficially, his ears and canines elongate and his nails become more claw-like, but the real impressive thing is in the flames and the presence he creates. When the sword's drawn, blue fire goes everywhere, forming a sort of "flame aura" around him, concentrated particularly in making his tail like a blue flamed charmander tail and there being "horns" on his head. Because he's in a good emotional state it's all pretty controlled, but the sheer sense of power the flames radiate to anyone who has a sixth sense of these things (it's a canon thing idk) implies how dangerous they could be.]

[snikting]

[He was impressed, though he didn't show it. On the other hand, he'd met Magma. They'd yet to see just how hot she could go yet. But she could cause a volcano to go off and that was some serious heat. It certainly put Pyro to shame. This kid's flames were impressive, but he didn't have any way of knowing just how hot they got.

There was that niggling sense that told him that the kid was dangerous. That was fine. Logan spent every day of his life with dangerous people.]

That's a nice trick, kid. And I don't even feel toasty. You've already got the flames under control, right?

[rashness]

Yeah - it took a while, but I can control what they burn and what they don't. [With a little exhale as she tries to zen himself out a little. Every time there's a flame surge out of him he feels it trickling at his soul]

[snikting]

And when ya do decide to burn something? [Best to see just how hot this candle burned.]

[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]