badlands.
Stepping through a door and into somewhere unexpected. It's not the first time Logan's done it, and it probably won't be the last. Ten years ago he would have relished it. Two years ago, maybe. Now, not so much. He has places to go, people to see, demons to exorcise.
Sniffing at the air he feels the uncomfortable prickle of magic at the back of his neck, but it seems like atmospheric rather than the precursor to an attack so he ignores it for now. Even knowing what he'll see he turns to look behind him. Nope, no door back. It didn't start out as a good night and it's not getting any better. At least he was still wearing his civvies, no need to scare the locals. Yet.
So.
Time to find another bar.
Fortunately the Sigmata is straight ahead and Logan can smell alcohol from a mile away. Hello Xanadu, Wolverine is here to drink you dry.
Sniffing at the air he feels the uncomfortable prickle of magic at the back of his neck, but it seems like atmospheric rather than the precursor to an attack so he ignores it for now. Even knowing what he'll see he turns to look behind him. Nope, no door back. It didn't start out as a good night and it's not getting any better. At least he was still wearing his civvies, no need to scare the locals. Yet.
So.
Time to find another bar.
Fortunately the Sigmata is straight ahead and Logan can smell alcohol from a mile away. Hello Xanadu, Wolverine is here to drink you dry.