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The world has been thrown into turmoil. Two alien invasions in as many years resulted in thousands of casualties, with both only narrowly beaten back, and dangerous advanced technology falling into unscrupulous hands. Magneto's defeat by the Sentinels drove mutant supremacists to increasingly desperate and savage lengths. Rumors grew of uncanny monsters stalking the shadows and taking the unwary. But, through it all, humanity placed its faith in S.H.I.E.L.D.

And then S.H.I.E.L.D. fell.

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James Logan Howlett

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Jun 24 2017, 01:10 PM
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Mauvais Chat - Logan & Marla - June 22nd, 1942
Here Comes the Sun - Logan & Jean Grey - June 21st, 2013
Making Trouble - Logan, Piotr, Darcy - October 29th, 2014
Here's Looking at You, Kid - Logan & Marla - October 31st, 2014
Early Bird - Logan & Xavier - November 2nd, 2014
Frostbitten Curse - Logan, Alex, Illyana - November 19th, 2014
Shake & Slash - Logan, Julio, Laura(X23) - February 14th, 2015
Operation Water Girl - Logan, Rebecca, Julio, Laura(X23) - March 18th, 2015

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Battle of Liberty Island - Logan & etc. - June 6th, 2013
Gingersnap - Logan & Jean Grey - June 20th, 2013
Charity Gala - Logan & etc. - December 28th, 2013
Carnage at the Gala - Logan & etc. - December 28th, 2013
Shield & Claw - Logan & Skye - March 15th, 2014
Where Do I Belong - Logan & Jubilee - March 29th, 2014
Old Fashioned Anger Management - Logan & Elizabeth Braddock - April 26th, 2014
Age Before Beauty - Logan & Alex Summers - August 20th, 2014
Specters of the Past - Logan, Piotr, Henry Gyrich - September 2, 2014
Who'll Stop the Rain - Logan & Ororo - November 5th, 2014
Run Away to What - Logan & Theresa - December 3rd, 2014
Family Tradition - Logan & Smolverine - January 2nd, 2015
Big Trouble in the Big Easy - Logan & Smolverine - January 4th, 2015
2.1 on the Richter Scale - Logan, Laura(X23), Julio - Jan 11th, 2015
May 29 2017, 07:30 PM
A knot of students had been standing in a hallway at the school, all huddled around some gossip rag or another, chattering loudly about its contents. "See, I told you. Captain America was seen with that fashion designer lady, here's a picture of them meeting for drinks." Logan had scoffed, loudly, and proclaimed as he came walking up. "That's impossible, he'll always have a special thing for Buc..." He froze as he glanced over the kids' shoulders at the magazine. He'd recognized both faces in that photo, in profile, speaking directly to one another. A scene from World War Two jumped out at him, a beautiful woman in a farm house dressed like some ridiculous cat. Then again, dressed in the kind of way that would make men salivate in a cafe in England that spoke French (which was what had attracted Logan to it in the first place back then). "Marla..." Logan had taken the magazine, glared down the protests, and torn the page out. Then it had been off to find Ellie, because she found people for him regularly.

That was what had brought him to that part of town, what had made him canvas the area, and how he'd caught a scent he hadn't experienced in years as he passed a little cafe near her business offices. Logan paused and scanned the crowd until he found a familiar figure enjoying a positively retro cup of coffee on the sidewalk. Dressed almost like it was still the 1940's. Logan strolled up by her shoulder from behind, drawing out a cigar and lighting up before snapping his lighter shut to announce his presence... though he sensed she already knew he was there. "Not often I come across an Allied spy on the street," he said casually in his graveled voice. Like a ghost out of the past.

Marla Drake
Apr 17 2017, 09:10 PM
They hit the warehouse in the deepest hours of the night, when the guards would just be beginning to to realize how long the hours of darkness dragged on this time of year. When their minds would start to suffer fatigue, when they would start day dreaming as a way to keep their mental acuity up without realizing that it also drowned out their sensory input. Logan had done this for more years than he could remember, literally, and he assumed a decent mercenary team would be aware of the tactic of attacking just before dawn, making 0300 hours the best option. And he hit like a ton of bricks.

Piotr stayed back, waiting during the first stage in which Logan removed the sentries along the perimeter. It didn't take long, Logan was faster than people gave him credit for and he got over the fence by being thrown. The first guard had no way to imagine what was going to hit him, and the impact alone killed him outright. Two more went down, silently and suddenly one after the other. He whistled and the Russian came to join him, pushing right through the gate in his metal form and snapping the chain that had held it closed without even a grunt of effort. The kid would be gentle, that was his nature, but Logan knew he'd be thorough too.

They entered the warehouse itself, almost hidden amongst the stacks of storage containers, via Logan stabbing the lock with a single claw and forcing it to turn. They were inside three whole minutes before the fireworks began, but a mere twenty seconds later it was all over. Bullets merely annoyed Logan and the mercenaries could have been firing Nerf guns at Piotr for all the difference it made. Unconscious or dead, the mercenaries were left where they lay while the two mutants went to work. Guns were casually destroyed and tossed aside as they were encountered, but ordinance and explosives were moved to the semi-rigid boat that the mercenaries had planned to take down the coast into New York City when their operation window arrived.

Finally, they found the operation expenses fund in a small room in back, locked in a safe that Piotr ripped open, and the younger Mutant carried the money to the boat while Logan did one last sweep of the facility to make sure nothing of interest was missed. He was just crossing the main floor when he smelled it, more people. Logan would have bolted immediately, cutting losses and getting out with a tactical victory rather than face another contest except... he recognized one of the smells. So Logan did what Logan always did when faced with a curious presence from the past: He lit up a cigar and waited to see whether or not he would remember whoever it was that came around the corner next.

Henry Gyrich
Mar 20 2017, 03:57 PM
Mar 9 2017, 12:43 PM
A small town on the coast of Mexico, the seediest docks on the Gulf Coast, a sea plane, and then the faux seediest docks on the Gulf Coast. New Orleans had a reputation that was simply no longer true. Or, at least, not entirely true. The Big Easy wasn't as dangerous as it had been in times past though it was still as dangerous as any big city in a state with such a strong local culture. You could easily step wrong in a world of rules that you were entirely unaware of just by the fact that you hadn't been born and raised there. Rules locals, no matter how friendly, couldn't possibly enumerate for you. Fortunately, Logan had spent a fair amount of time in New Orleans during it's development and on into the modern age. Even better, he remembered large chunks of those visits.

It wasn't difficult at all to get them into a small, private hotel in a part of town that wasn't the worst but well out of the way of the best. Which meant it was a quiet neighborhood in the best possible way. Everybody left everybody alone because there was nothing of interest to see. Logan had checked them in and covered his daughter's presence and behavior just by quipping "Kids" to the counter agent. The agent gave him a look like there was some sort of deep understanding between them and handed over the keys to the room. Logan had led the way.

Logan took a shower. He needed it, especially if he was gonna sleep in a clean bed in the good ol' U.S. of A. ..... Gods he missed Canada. The place was humid but at least a cold shower lowered his body temperature enough to make that not unpleasant for a while. Then he ran a bath in the tub, threw some bubbles in there for good measure. Then he came out looking for the kid. "You need to take a bath, water's already in the tub. I trust you know how to clean behind your own ears." At this point he didn't need super senses to smell death on her.
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