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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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[alloys]

[...Yeah, really should have brought a gauntlet with him, at least. Well, hindsight's 20/20 as they say.

He holds up a hand in surrender, stiffening when Logan grabs him.]

Answers? Well, why didn't you say so? But--see, you've got to have questions before you can get answers, so. fire away. I'm all ears.

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[Good. He pins Tony against the wall. And starts sniffing suspiciously.

... there's sulfur in the house. Not just any sulfur, but the kind from the brimstone universe. Not only that, but there's an even fainter scent. Rogue. Wolverine tightens his grip and pushes Tony into the wall even further.]

You can start with who you are and what you know about the X-Men.

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[alloys]

[Hey WATCH IT, you almost made him spill his Cup of Noodles, and that is just unforgivable. He knows he should probably feel more intimidated--on account of, you know, the knives--but this guy is so short.

So he's going to take a bite of noodles whilst pinned against the wall, mulling over that comment about the X-Men.]

Well--depends on why you're asking. [Because if you're their enemy? Like hell he's telling you anything.]

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I'm asking because I'm hoping you've got a really good answer.

[When it's clear Tony isn't responding to the intimidation in the desired way, he releases him. But the claws don't go anywhere.]

Rogue's been here. The elf too. Where are they now?

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[alloys]

[A wary look of surprise catches his face at the mention of Rogue.]

The blue one? Long gone. Hate to break it to you--what do you want with Rogue?

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That part doesn't concern you. Why was she here?

[And why did she leave?]

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[alloys]

Actually--it does.

[A smug grin.] Name's Tony Stark--you've probably heard of me, if you haven't you should have, yadda yadda--and I'd shake your hand, but, well. I don't want you to accidentally stab my noodles. So--are you a mutant, Kitchen Knives?

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[snikting]

Stark? [He raises an eyebrow. Being called a mutant with these claws is no surprise, but he knows that name well enough.] Oh, I've heard of you. But I still expect an answer.

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[alloys]

Good! Excellent. Then you're on the right track. Then, tell me, Short Stack. Are you one of the X-Men? Is that why you're looking for Rogue?

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[Oh, now he's growling. Don't comment on the height of an angry man with knives.]

The name's Wolverine. Right now, I'm the closest thing the X-Men have to a leader.

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[alloys]

[He commented on the height of a angry kid with a rocket fist. Might as well keep it rolling.]

Wolverine, huh. Welp, Wolvie--you're right about one thing. Rogue's been here. But--she isn't now. So, sorry about that.

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That part I worked out on my own. You said the elf was gone. Did she go with him?

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[alloys]

[Taking another bite of noodles and taking another good look at those claws.]

Oh--sorry, did you say something? I got distracted by the possibility of you gutting me at any moment.

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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.

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[alloys]

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.]

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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.]

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[alloys]

[/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.

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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.

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[alloys]

[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.

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

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[alloys]

[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.

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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.]

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[alloys]

[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.

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[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?

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[alloys]

[...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?