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[It was like blacking out. One minute he was boarding a chopper with Nick Fury, detailing his plan for dealing with Apocalypse, the next moment he had passed out. Now he was waking up groggily in a dark place. It was small, confined, and it smelled like a person he was reasonably sure he was going to not end up liking. After trying to bang his way out, eventually his claws slide out of his wrists and he tears the door down. Bursting out from the closet is a hairy, angry man with a set of three razor sharp claws on both hands. He's pissed and he wants answers. Hi Tony.]

[After getting his answers from Stark, Logan was out on the town. His first job was taking care of his clothes. He found some stuff that fit soon enough, as well as his uniform. He slipped that one first, then a jacket over top of that. After what he'd heard, it was better to be prepared. His next step was tracking down his team. He didn't need directions for them. His nose was keen enough that he could smell them in the air. So he spends his time tracking them down, one by one, to wherever they currently were. At their home or elsewhere. That takes up most of his day, taking in all the information and making plans for their next move. If any.

By the day ends, Wolverine is in a bad mood and makes his way to where heard the bar was. Ordering his drink is more like snarling that he wanted a beer. He's not in the mood to talk and he spends most of his time at the bar scowling. Stuck in Luceti? No way to get out? Fate of the world in the balance? There's not enough booze in Luceti to make him happy.

People can catch him at the bar, or earlier in the day after he's found his uniform. He'll be exploring the place and stop a lot to start sniffing at the air, as if he's looking for something. For the most part his claws will be retracted unless someone threatens him. He's also 5'3. Comment on his height at your own peril.]

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[The claws aren't going anywhere. Noodles or not.]

Which is dramatically increasing the more you talk. So how about you save us both a lot of clean up and answer the question.

Then I might as well tell you it won't do you any good to kill me--see, the Mallies, they run this joint, and they have this little habit of bringing people back to life, so. It wouldn't exactly get you anywhere, and then you'd ruin my carpet. And we don't want that.

[Sorry, Wolvie. But this is just a bit fun.]

Is that right? Well in that case, that just means I get to do it without a guilty conscience. [He decides that maybe Tony needs an idea of how sharp these claws actually are. He pushes them through the wall to his side. Without even an exertion of muscle. They slide through the drywall like a knife through butter.]

[/pokerface] Or that.

You want to know where Rogue is? You can ask her yourself. Or your handy-dandy journal. It's probably back in my nice closet you sliced-and-diced your way through.

I don't have a journal, bub. [Rather than extract his claws, he just slides them along the wall. Enjoy that awesome slice mark there.] And even if I did, I've never been exactly good at being pen pals.

[Hey, it's only cool when he defaces his own property. This is unacceptable.] Yes, you do. Everyone does. And if you want to really figure out what's going on here, you'll use it.

Show me. [He steps aside, gesturing to the closet.]

[He goes for another bite of noodles but...oh look, they're gone. Rats.]

It has your name on it. Seems kind of taboo to pick up someone else's journal, um--yeah, taboo.

It's a good thing I don't care much for taboos, isn't it? [Maybe he needs to cut something else up. To make a point.]

[Fine, FIIIINE, he'll go get your journal. only so his house will stay standing.]

Suit yourself. Though if you'd just cooperate you could be on your merry way finding Rogue already. [He heads to the destroyed closet and fishes out a journal.

Huh. Would you look at that.]

Thought you said your name was Wolverine.

[So there was a journal. Fancy that. He'll finally retract his claws, since at least Tony seems to be telling truth. Snikt. Gone they are, under his skin. The punctures seal themselves right back up.]

I did. What of it?

[...Well that's not something you see everyday.]

The name on here is 'Logan'. [A name he's positive he's heard Rogue mention before. So he's telling the truth.] So--alter ego? Code name? What is it?

The name's not important, bub. So what kind of information is this book supposed to have that explains why I ended up inside your closet?

Well, I could send you flipping through pages to find Professor Rainie's guide, Wolvie--can I still call you that? It's got a nice ring to it--or I can just give you the Cliff's Notes version.

[He gestures over Logan's shoulder.] We might start with the wings.

[Wings? He saw them on Tony, but he assumed the guy just had some weird hobby. Looking over his own shoulders, Logan can certainly seem them.]

What the hell did you do to me?

Whoa--hey, not me. [Let's get that out of the way. He doesn't need you getting all knifey again.] The Malnosso did that to you. Which I can explain to you, but it isn't going to make you happy, and it isn't going to make sense. Trust me.

You ain't exactly coming off trustworthy. [But he's pretty good at knowing when someone lies. He's observant like that.] Who's the Malnosso? More mutant haters?

I'm not? Well, that's a shame. I'll have to practice my look-like-a-trustworthy-fellow look in the mirror tonight. And I wouldn't call them mutant haters. In fact--trying to put a label on them is probably a bad idea. But they're the reason you're in this mess, Wolvie.

[He's going to head towards the kitchen now. All this wall-slice-watching has made him hungry for coffee.]

[He growls at Tony just walking off like that, but he follows with his arms crossed. Hell. He might even want some of the coffee.]

Then they've got one hell of a death wish. Right now Apocalypse is about to remake the world and not in a pretty way. So what I need right now is a ticket out of this place and on the nearest helijet.

--Yeah, I'm pretty sure they don't care. [He's got his own things to get back to, pal. Everyone does.] But--you're more than welcome to ask them. I'm sure your charming demeanor will win them over.

[By now, Logan's wanting that journal. If it does have his name on it, then he's going to need it. He holds out a hand, waiting for it.]

Oh, I will. Where are they?

[He holds onto it for a moment--starting the coffee pot, okay?--before handing it over.]

Outside the bubble. Which--I hate to break it to you--your knifey claws aren't going to cut through.

Now that one I've heard plenty. [He skims the book before closing it again. He turns to start leaving.] If I find out you were lying, don't think I won't find you, bub.

You won't. Find out I'm lying, I mean. But if you fly into a claw-y rage anyway, I'll make sure to have my nice suit on next time.

Sure thing, bub. [Better hope it's Adamantium-proof! Wolverine is making his way out.]

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