RP for osborn_heir
Jean had given them her tacit approval so Logan has no qualms about meeting Harry Osborn and showing him around the Danger Room. He didn't know exactly what the kid wanted out of this meeting. Lorna had been pretty vague when she'd mentioned the idea. Something about anger management. Well, Logan's pretty good with managing anger (he should have an
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One problem handled before it got out of control. He called Alfred to let him know he'd be driving in Thursday night instead of Friday afternoon. He was anxious to sleep in his bed at Wayne Manor. To tune out the world before the world pushed him too far. Things were running in high emotional and maximum impact drama for some time. Harry was trying to handle it as best as he could, but he knew was starting to crack around the surface. He'd royally screwed up by dosing himself with the enhancers twice in a short amount of time. Even if things around him were perfectly calm he would feel like an aggressive tiger stuck in a cage just waiting for someone to be stupid enough to poke at him. Things were anything but calm, and it felt like everyone was being stupid enough to poke him. On top of that it wasn't even taking a poke to get him riled up anymore. He needed to unleash some of the excess energy and aggression before he lost his grip.
Lorna and Mike had suggested the Danger Room. Lorna suggested Logan helping him. Harry was all for it. If someone was willing to teach him to get a grip on the anger? Rock on. If someone was willing to actually have a go at him when he felt like he could lift a building? Even better. He finished his last class of the week and went to the penthouse in the city to shower and change into track pants and a t-shirt. Harry looks dressed down for Harry Osborn. In reality the price he paid for those designer work out clothes would make regular people roll their eyes. He'd mapquested as suggested, and took the silver Aston out to the mansion. The drive was made with the music blaring and Harry lost in his thoughts. He was semi-calm by the time he up to the mansion and took in the sight of the man with the hat and cigar, and the various other people who were around. Parking the car, he pocketed the keys, locked the doors and walked up to Logan. "Hi."
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Never one to waste words, Logan nods a hello. He'd watched the car pull up, watched Harry walking up. You can learn a lot about a man by just paying attention. Lot of tension hidden behind the kid's easy manner. Held himself bit rigid, likely a product of his privileged life. Proud. And wound up. Huh.
Logan drops the cigar, snuffs it with a quick step and holds out a hand.
"Logan."
He says. Not his given name, but the name he's known longer than most people are alive.
"Pleased."
Truth. Kid looks like this'll work. May even be -- fun.
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His father said that he could work a room just as Emily Osborn had. It was both compliment and insult. His father was very good at twisting words into both.
"There are some things you should be aware of before we do this, but I'd prefer if I could explain it to you somewhere private."
It's not the deepest darkest secret he has, but he is still Norman's son. He will try and protect his father as much as possible even nearly five years after his death. Of course, he realizes, there is a chance Logan already knows. Mike could have told him. There are some people who seem to know more about Norman and Harry Osborn than Harry knows himself.
Alternate dimensions are weird.
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Again, Logan nods. And leads Harry into the mansion. He considers giving the kid a nickel and dime tour guide speech, like the one given him oh so long ago, but wonders that it's worth the effort. It's not that Logan doesn't know the history, it's not that he doesn't care -- in his way, he absolutely does -- but he's not a tour guide and Osborn isn't here to get a tour. So, he stays mostly quiet.
There is a file somewhere about, probably in Scott's office, or no, probably in Emma's -- there is a file somewhere entitled OSBORN. It details the senior Goblin's exploits, not in depth, but enough. It may have some of the news articles about Harry's few forays into Goblindom. But Logan is not big on paperwork. He's only aware of a few things people have said around him. Knows the basics, willing to hear the rest directly from Harry.
"Don't know what you know about the mansion," Logan says, conversationally, now leading Harry down the stairs to the X-Men's main rooms. "One of the kids can give you a tour later, maybe. But here's the belly of the beast." He opens the door to the Danger Room's computer closet. "And here's as private as we got."
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It's not until he's at the Danger Room that he rolls his shoulders to try and relax a little. The tension he carries around is mostly located in his back and shoulders. If it reaches his neck he has headaches. It's been reaching his neck lately.
"I was stupid and used a variation of my father's performance enhancers on myself twice in a very short amount of time. The result has left me feeling full of aggression and anger. I'm faster, stronger, and more dangerous than I'm supposed to be. The drugs work the way the Pentagon wanted, but no soldier would have been exposed to the amount that I have been in the time span I have. The original product was pulled from distribution after my father's episode as the Green Goblin who terrorized the city a few years back. The variation makes it less with the homicidal urges to kill everyone in sight, and hearing voices but it's still too much. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt someone. Can you teach me how to channel the rage in a way that won't make me...like my dad?"
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Logan takes it all in, arms crossed, unmoving. He likes blunt. Kid talks a lot but he got to the point, didn't pussyfoot around making excuses. Breath of fresh air, really, compared to some of the people round these parts. Plus there's something about that last bit - maybe the damn cat really is making him soft. But the moniker 'kid' really fit in that moment.
"Got it."
He starts plugging things in to the computer.
"So, first things first, we're going to go with the old standard: beat up ninjas. This is a warm-up basically. Need to see you in action, get an idea what these enhancements are. Need to get you loose." He waves a hand to indicate - and the rest. Harry can fill in whatever he thinks it means. "Then we get to the real work."
He punches a button and the decor changes, they're on a dark street in a city that could be any city but is apparently a city infested with ninjas.
"But to do the real work I gotta know couple things - why take the drugs and is the rage general or specific? Don't need details you don't wanna give, but , channeling anger - it's more than beating up ninjas. Yeah?"
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He's listening as his eyes immediately narrow just slightly as he takes in the change of scene. Mike had told him that the room could basically create anything. Handy room. Direct questions Harry is good with. It comes from the years of therapy, and being a social person.
Falling into step with Logan, he is anything but loose as he tries to detect what is going to come at him. "The rage is always boiling beneath the surface. But specific things make it hit me hard enough that I struggle to control my reactions."
He's cut off before he can explain why he took the drugs. There are three ninjas that make themselves known at the same time. Harry moves like a cat. Fluid and with purpose. He learned to fight from Connor. Back when he was desperate to learn something beyond the skills he acquired from being backed into a corner by his father or bullies at boarding school. Connor never intended for Harry to take the things he taught him and combine it with the enhancers. He'd be angry. But Harry doesn't think the person who pushed him over the edge should get a vote in what Harry does to cope with grief.
The round house kick is better executed than the one he aimed at Todd in Vegas. Faith helped him to work on that. It's followed with him ducking so he can throw a punch at the mid-section of the ninja that caught the kick to the face. That was Daddy's move, get them when they're going down so they remember not to fall.
He's knocked back by the second, but he barely hits the ground before he's back on his feet and throwing a punch at the one who knocked him down. He aims for the mid-section again. If you watch him fight you'll notice, more often than not, he never aims for the face with his fists. Bitch-slapping in public is an entirely different story.
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Logan splits his attention between what Harry is doing and what Harry is saying. And what Harry is not doing or saying.
And, of course, the ninjas.
Ninjas are fairly easy to deal with if you understand them. They swarm. Sure, they jump and kick and frenzy, but they know only a few real moves each because they depend on their swarm. So one or two resourceful opponents can take down the lot if them pretty easily long as they keep calm and pay attention. Like in Kill Bill.
Kill Bill. Now there's a love story. Better than Fight Club even, He should absolutely suggest a Kill Bill movie night to Jeannie....
Logan dispatches five ninjas while he's thinking this. Kick. Punch. Body slam. Doesn't have to resort to the snikt. Just ninjas.
He's vaguely impressed by Harry's skills. Even more impressed with his speed. Must be what he means by enhancers. Almost like watching a ballet. Not that Logan's watched a ballet and not that he would. But when Pixie waxes lyrically about ballet -- Logan imagines something more like what Harry's doing now.
"You know what your triggers are." It's a statement. Logan stands directly in front of Harry, watching him take on the computer generated ninjas. He thinks they'd make a good pair in a fight, really. Kid's got moves. "Duck." With a move so swift it might not have happened Logan takes out two ninjas, knocking skulls behind Harry.
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He ducks when he's told, and at the same time, lashes his leg out, swiping a third ninja's feet from beneath him. As the two ninjas that Logan knocked together hit the ground, Harry is lunging toward the one who stumbled from his kick. This time he punches straight in the face, once, twice and the body hits the ground. There is something a little too satisfying about hitting someone in the face. He doesn't like to think too much about it.
Now that he's into the exercise he finds himself loosening up. Instead of tensing he finds that the more relaxed he is the easier it is to anticipate what will happen again. "I took the drugs because that's what I do. Something gets to me, and I look for a chemical solution." He ducks without being told as three ninjas drop from the top of a building at once. They are so intune with each other that it's hard to tell one from the other. Harry's impressed even if they aren't real.
Grabbing one of them by the throat, he hurls it into the side of the building it dropped from. That would be the superstrength he mentioned. It's a bit surprising that anyone who has watched the youtube vids hasn't cornered him yet demanding to know how he was able to toss someone like they were a doll.
The backflip he does to avoid one of them is mostly showing off because he's starting to grin. Harry is having fun now. If anyone had told him he'd enjoy fighting a few months ago he'd have thought they were delusional. Funny that he was beginning to understand the appeal after Connor was gone. When one manages to kick him into the wall, he snickers, bounces off, and comes at it with punches that could only be learned from fighting your way out of being jumped at Boarding School. The difference is that he hits a lot harder and faster now than he did at fifteen.
He catches sight of Logan and is impressed with his style. He makes such short work of it that Harry wonders how many real ninjas he's come up against. Only when it seems like they have worked there way through the group does he turn to face him, but he's standing in a way that makes it clear he's half anticipating being attacked again. "I was drugged by one of my scientists at OsCorp a couple years ago. He was using the improved version of the enhancers and had figured out my father's secret identity. He drugged me with it so people would assume it was me if they did a blood test or whatever. The problem was, the drugs were killing me, and did kill him. An antidote was reached, which makes the drugs safe for me. Except, the antidote just makes it so the enhancers aren't cooking my organs anymore. It didn't fix the increased aggression and rage." He paused for a moment and looked around, scanning tops of buildings for any sign of a threat before continuing.
"I took the enhancers to go after Todd when he stole from my institutionalized wife. I lost my grip, and when I lose my grip sometimes I hear..." total honesty right? Right. "Sometimes I hear or see my father. He told me to take them. I did it. Then I had another incident come up and I didn't need to hear him tell me to take them. I was so enraged that someone went after Kara again that I dosed myself up again. The problem now is, honestly, it feels like it's taking next to nothing to see me off now. I've never been so angry in my life."
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