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Sep 1 2017, 10:33 AM
All posts dated June 10th, 2015
The permit starts at 10am and runs to 8pm
Ellie plans on being there at 10am sharp for those traveling with her
If there earlier and obviously part of the protest or counter protest the police will hassle you
The police plan on locking it down at 8pm sharp and clearing the entire property as quickly as possible.
No Sentinels will be present
Alright, between the signing of the Registration Act and the deadline for registration there is apparently going to be an Anti-Registration demonstration in front of the UN. Due to some mud slinging done on the news there will also be counter protests, essentially guaranteeing strife if not outright conflict. Ellie is taking the opportunity to attend, of course, and she's taking a few of her peers with her. So far this includes Ben (if his mom will let him), Raven, Pyro, Paige, and Tess. I think Kurt wanted to go but I can't remember if he wanted to ride along or was gonna blue smoke it there.
Iatu informs me the thread will happen on June 10th 2015
Some of the X-Men, whether Xavier says to or not, will be on stand by waiting for the trouble to begin to try to end it without violence if at all possible. Logan and Piotr, for sure, will be in uniform and waiting for the need to arise. It will only doom mutants even further if a fight breaks out and the metas (predictably) use their powers to win.
Jul 28 2017, 03:59 PM
The blood was starting to dry on his hands.
Logan could imagine his face looked just as bad, there'd been a lot of arterial spray off those last two killers. It had been cathartic, but had fixed nothing. The girl was still dead. Logan had still been too late. Nothing could fix that and it would be a regret he'd carry with him for the rest of his life. It would have shattered his world, if he hadn't already had so many such memories shaking around in his head to keep it company. The great drawback of living so long was that you got more than your fair share of failures to remember, and more time to remember them for.
The Black Bird moved steadily in his bloody hands, the controls held with practiced ease unaffected by his inner turmoil for his actions were automatic. He didn't have to think about bringing the jet in on approach, slowing it to a hover, or lowering the aircraft through the hidden bay door where the basketball court usually sat. He set her down right in the middle of the bay, oriented as usual, and only once it's movement had arrested did he turn his eyes toward the medical station in the bay. There sat a gurney, and his next destination.
He sat quietly for a long moment, staring at the gurney before finally pushing away from the controls, making his way back toward the little bundle strapped in along the back wall of the passenger compartment. Unbuckling her took but a moment, the cloth he'd used stained right in the middle of the chest but not as much as the inexperienced my presume. Once the heart stopped beating, people didn't really bleed that much. That was how he knew she'd not suffered long, a small blessing given the circumstances but the best he could have hoped for. He lifted her in his arms, like a bride she'd never get to be, and a tear ran down his cheek as he thought to himself that she was light even by his standards.
James Logan Howlett... had failed. He left the file he'd acquired on the last passenger seat, unwilling to expend the thinking necessary to figure out how to take it now, and moved slowly down the ramp. It wasn't hesitance, he wasn't the type to think anything could undo that moment. No amount of procrastination could prevent it from being true. He moved slowly in reverence, in the hopes that he wouldn't jostle her too much. She deserved what little he could give as he made his way across the bay toward the gurney.Rebecca Santana
Jun 24 2017, 01:10 PM
Mauvais Chat - Logan & Marla - June 22nd, 1942
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
Those Who Trespass - Logan, Ellie, Clint, Laura, Lizard Boy - March 10th, 2015
Operation Water Girl - Logan, Rebecca, Julio, Laura(X23) - March 18th, 2015
Requiem - Logan & Rebecca - ?
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
Here Comes the Sun - Logan & Jean Grey - June 21st, 2013
Bright Light of Day - Logan & Jean Grey - June 22nd, 2013
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
Shake & Slash - Logan, Julio, Laura(X23) - February 14th, 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