Wolverine \\\ 001 ///
Who: Wolverine/Logan and anyone who wants to greet him in this new world!
Where: Empty field in Espoir --> Center of the village
Style: Any, just be consistent!
Status: OPEN!
Logan opened his eyes quickly, the sound of gunshots still echoing in his head. In a matter of second, he was on his feet, claws drawn out as he looked around for the bastard that had tried to kill him.
“STRYKER!” the man yelled on the top of his lungs, his rage of being caught off-guard by the colonel only adding to the anger at the thought of loosing Kayla again.
Wolverine sniffed a few times and frowned. Nothing in the air smelled like Three Mile Island. No trace of the kids he freed, of the idiot that tried to stop him with bullets, of his love dying in his arms nor of the creature he defeated with his brother. A soft rustle of clothing made him whirl around, fist up, claws catching the sunlight, ready to pounce on whatever threat he might find behind him. But instead of an enemy, Logan found himself facing nothing but an empty field. Crows were taking bites out of the shirt of a scarecrow and the man thought he’d saw the stuffed doll shrug to drive the birds away.
The fact that he hadn’t noticed fields around the reactors on the island, and the fact that those chimneys were nowhere to be seen made the old man look around at his surrounding more carefully. He retracted his claws with a pained groan but kept his fists by his side, ever ready to strike if he needed to. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he wasn’t on Three Mile Island anymore. Had he been transported somewhere when he had passed out? But a few sniffs made that theory crumbled quickly: except for his clothes, nothing was smelling like either Victor or Stryker. As he slowly walked around, a passing shadow over his head made him look up and Wolvie’s eyes opened wider at the sight of the flying castle.
“Logan. You ain’t in Kansas anymore, bud...” he muttered to himself.
The man walked towards the center of the small village, following the scent of humans and other things he couldn't put a name on.
Where: Empty field in Espoir --> Center of the village
Style: Any, just be consistent!
Status: OPEN!
Logan opened his eyes quickly, the sound of gunshots still echoing in his head. In a matter of second, he was on his feet, claws drawn out as he looked around for the bastard that had tried to kill him.
“STRYKER!” the man yelled on the top of his lungs, his rage of being caught off-guard by the colonel only adding to the anger at the thought of loosing Kayla again.
Wolverine sniffed a few times and frowned. Nothing in the air smelled like Three Mile Island. No trace of the kids he freed, of the idiot that tried to stop him with bullets, of his love dying in his arms nor of the creature he defeated with his brother. A soft rustle of clothing made him whirl around, fist up, claws catching the sunlight, ready to pounce on whatever threat he might find behind him. But instead of an enemy, Logan found himself facing nothing but an empty field. Crows were taking bites out of the shirt of a scarecrow and the man thought he’d saw the stuffed doll shrug to drive the birds away.
The fact that he hadn’t noticed fields around the reactors on the island, and the fact that those chimneys were nowhere to be seen made the old man look around at his surrounding more carefully. He retracted his claws with a pained groan but kept his fists by his side, ever ready to strike if he needed to. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he wasn’t on Three Mile Island anymore. Had he been transported somewhere when he had passed out? But a few sniffs made that theory crumbled quickly: except for his clothes, nothing was smelling like either Victor or Stryker. As he slowly walked around, a passing shadow over his head made him look up and Wolvie’s eyes opened wider at the sight of the flying castle.
“Logan. You ain’t in Kansas anymore, bud...” he muttered to himself.
The man walked towards the center of the small village, following the scent of humans and other things he couldn't put a name on.