Arrival [ota]
It had been a long-ass month. One month since the whole business with Jean Grey had played out. As Logan walked around the grounds of Xavier's School for the Gifted, he felt old, familiar frustrations coming back. He hadn't wanted to kill her, but when she begged him... But she was gone now, and he had responsibilities. Imagine that. Wolverine with responsibilities.
He turned to head back to the school, but realised that this wasn't Kansas anymore. He was somewhere new. His head moved, trying to figure where he was. He sniffed twice. There was the hints of a couple of familiar smells, but nothing he could pin down. His hands were seemingly hanging loose by his sides, but he was ready for any threat.
Where the hell was he?
He turned to head back to the school, but realised that this wasn't Kansas anymore. He was somewhere new. His head moved, trying to figure where he was. He sniffed twice. There was the hints of a couple of familiar smells, but nothing he could pin down. His hands were seemingly hanging loose by his sides, but he was ready for any threat.
Where the hell was he?