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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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[Okay, so this one growls. That's all right. It doesn't mean things have to escalate.]

If you didn't, I wouldn't have asked.

[You know what? He already got into a fight with Hulk. (Who knows how bad that was.) He doesn't need some costumed kid sneaking up on him.]

Well turns out you're wrong. This is what us adults call exploring.

[So what, does the guy need a band-aid or something?]

You must be pretty new here if there's still things left to explore. How long has it been since you got here?

[Band-aids are for suckers.]

Two hours.

[Suckers who don't like the feel of blood dripping out of everywhere.]

You look like you've already gotten the speech about where this is. So who or what is it you're tracking? [Must be someone or something he knows already here if he's sniffing around like a bloodhound two hours in.]

[Or people who don't have magically closing wounds.]

I'm getting a feel for the place. [And tracking down the elf, but that goes unsaid. He's not buying that the kid just upped and vanished.]

Feels like a prison to me.

[And you are also a fascinating person, animal-man. Robin wants to know all your secrets, Logan. Start making conversation.]

So I've heard. [Crossing his arms now. Still scowling. This is as relaxed as he gets.] So what's with the clown costume, kid? That how you normally blend in?

It's how I dress. Name's Robin, by the way. [Which is an invitation for the burly guy to be more straightforward with his own name. Hopefully occupation and social security number too, but Robin knows that stuff usually requires a bit of work.]

[That's swell, kid. As it is, he doesn't have his claws out and his uniform isn't exposed. So he decides to be a civilian right now.]

Logan. So, you got a reason for stalking me or are you just always this friendly?

[There are multiple ways for this conversation to go from here. Logan's been fairly standoffish, but not criminally so. He isn't coiling up like a snake preparing to strike, nor is he so vulnerable and approachable that Robin would feel comfortable reassuring him like a standard civilian. And then there's the sniffing, and the fact that when Robin initially approached, Logan hadn't so much as flinched. Robin's friends still jump when he joins a conversation. It might be best to skirt around the "stalking" accusation until Robin knows exactly how valid it is.]

Nobody should have to be alone when they've just gotten here, Mr. Logan. You looked like you needed some help.

[He could have used some help when he ran into Hulk earlier. Where were you then, Robin? However, he's not buying Robin's excuse. It would be more believable if there wasn't a mask between the two of them. Frankly the kid looked like he might be out of one of those comic books the kids sometimes left around the mansion. Pity he never picked any of them up to look at.]

Well I'm not alone. I'm just by myself at the moment.

[He was busy getting someone's cat out of a tree, what. It's really hard to find decent hero-y things to do around here. No job too small.]

Oh, you have friends here? [Or enemies? Either waytracking was most definitely happening.]

Yeah. It makes me feel real cozy knowing they're around.

[Kitty and Rogue are good kids. But in a pinch like this, it would be better if he was going this solo. At this point they might be liabilities more than help.]

[Well, at least you're not from a world lacking sarcasm, Logan.]

That might depend on who your friends are.

[Of course not. He's from Marvel comics.]

Maybe. I don't see how it's any of your business.

[Oh how Edgy of him.]

I'm making it my business.

Kid, this'll be your only warning. You don't want to get on my bad side. So get lost.

Or what?

[From one hand, out comes the claws because screw it, the kid is annoying.]

Or you might lose something valuable.

[Hmph. This Logan guy's getting more interesting by the minute.]

Nice hardware. Did you pay extra for the chip on your shoulder? [SEE, he can do it too.]

That came free of charge. [The kid didn't seem to bat an eye at that. So he's not just some brat with a superhero complex.] So if you don't want one to match, I'd suggest you scram.

[Oh no, he's totally some brat with a superhero complex. That much is true, at least. There's just a lot more piled on top of that.]

Can't say I'm the scramming type. Especially when certain individuals start throwing threats around.

Who said anything about threats?

Those claws of yours said plenty about it.

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