And the shadow of the day...
Logan enters the Rift room with little fanfare and no one around to witness it, which is just as well for him.
He knows he's not where he's supposed to be. Instantly. All of his senses cry out about the unfamiliarity of the room. The completely foreign sight and smell of it, considering where he was supposed to be, make his claws slide out through his skin instantly and all of his muscles tense.
From one battle into the next.
He's shirtless. It's not that he means to walk around without a shirt on, but it got ripped off of him (along with skin and bone) in Jean Grey's final psychic blast. Or whatever it is that it should be labeled as. It doesn't matter. His skin and bone healed back, but the shirt is gone forever, along with Jean.
It reminds him of the Inn, the sudden, abrupt change from one place to the other entirely, except entering this room felt much more like falling. The Inn's transition is... smoother, but that might be, because he knows the Inn and the Inn has a door. This room doesn't have a door just a wall and... something he doesn't have a name for. This is not the Inn. Not even close. Of course, he hasn't been there in... two years, but the scent of it is a memory that will never fade.
He walks out of the room and starts down the hallway, with his claws still extended and muscles still tense. It doesn't seem dangerous here, too empty for that, but his adrenaline is pumping heavily and his emotions are high, painful and he knows that just because something doesn't seem dangerous, doesn't mean it isn't.
In other words, as Logan is now putting it in his head, he is not in the mood for this bullshit.
He knows he's not where he's supposed to be. Instantly. All of his senses cry out about the unfamiliarity of the room. The completely foreign sight and smell of it, considering where he was supposed to be, make his claws slide out through his skin instantly and all of his muscles tense.
From one battle into the next.
He's shirtless. It's not that he means to walk around without a shirt on, but it got ripped off of him (along with skin and bone) in Jean Grey's final psychic blast. Or whatever it is that it should be labeled as. It doesn't matter. His skin and bone healed back, but the shirt is gone forever, along with Jean.
It reminds him of the Inn, the sudden, abrupt change from one place to the other entirely, except entering this room felt much more like falling. The Inn's transition is... smoother, but that might be, because he knows the Inn and the Inn has a door. This room doesn't have a door just a wall and... something he doesn't have a name for. This is not the Inn. Not even close. Of course, he hasn't been there in... two years, but the scent of it is a memory that will never fade.
He walks out of the room and starts down the hallway, with his claws still extended and muscles still tense. It doesn't seem dangerous here, too empty for that, but his adrenaline is pumping heavily and his emotions are high, painful and he knows that just because something doesn't seem dangerous, doesn't mean it isn't.
In other words, as Logan is now putting it in his head, he is not in the mood for this bullshit.