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[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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Next time I'll be sure to make an invitation more personal. [He huffs.] Fine. Tomorrow. Seven AM. Be suited up.
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Whoa, okay, yes sir. Do I need anything besides the uniform?
[Snacks, weapons, a first aid kid, a boyfriend to carry his body home?]
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[He knows Billy has EXPERIENCE. So this isn't going to be a short session.]
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...Right. I'll let Teddy know.
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You're inviting him too? [He's training all kinds, sure. But Teddy isn't a mutant.]
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[He gives exactly no sympathy for any desire to sleep in.]
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[He's not going to commit Teddy to 7AM sessions all the time, good grief. He has a hard enough time getting out of bed for school.]
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Just be sure to show up, got it?
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I'll be there, don't worry.
[And Teddy... he'll work on that.]