Logan/Wolverine ||| X-Men45825243_t78_aAugust 17 2012, 18:50:12 UTC
Ladies only for smut. Also: awkwardness unlikely (on Logan's end, anyway). XD Pick your own scenario, or alternatively I suggest: - Logan got blown up (or set on fire, etc.). He heals. His clothes don't. - He's on a little trip in the wild. He gets hot. Maybe he goes to rinse off in the nearest body of water. - You know that moment between showering and getting dressed? So maybe Logan wasn't in a hurry for the getting dressed part. Other ideas still very welcome!
Logan invited her to a little survivalist trip, leaving the school in the capable hands of Hank and Rachel. She really needed to brush up on her wilderness skills. It had been some years since she had to utilize the ones she had, so they had grown a bit rusty.
The night had gone well enough, but early in the morning she was awoken by a noise, going to full alert. "Well at least some things I can count on," she muttered to herself when she realized there was not any immediate threat. But there wasn't any Logan around either. Curiosity got the better of her and she set out on tracking him.
It wasn't too much later that she found him, in the buff. "Well now...."
((OOC: I'm not even close to fully caught up on all the comics, but I know the general gist of the school and such. Outside of that, please be patient with me. :) ))Logan wasn't known for his cleanliness. Some would even say he was known for the exact opposite, but there was a difference between keeping clean and dousing yourself in a wide variety of painfully overbearing artificial scents. Nothing wrong with a little natural musk
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Eeep! Sorry! I missed this post. enduring_prydeAugust 23 2012, 18:59:54 UTC
(OOC: No worries. I've read issue 1 and 2 and the recent one and that's it. Except for the school element, a lot of it I am not a fan of either.)
Not the sort of thing she was expecting to see in the morning, but she wasn't all that surprised either. Logan got along better with nature compared to anything else, except maybe Japanese culture. He was pretty at home with that too.
"I wasn't aware that I was sneaking." The look he gave her...he wasn't just saying that she had sneaked up on him--she really had. "Maybe you can't smell a ghost," she offers in a soft voice. She had tracked him while phased, but only because it was easier that way. It was taking concentration to stay solid again.
"I...I'll meet you back at camp. I can get breakfast ready as you finish up here." She leaves before he can say anything else.
Once at camp, she got the fire going again and brought out the griddle. Then she starts fixing a breakfast of eggs and turkey sausage.
((OOC: It's OK! I've recently heard stuff about the latest Wolverine issues that makes me go NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO too. Ugh. The love/hate that is Marvel.))It was, perhaps, the clearest example of his many contradictions, liking both the great outdoors and a society that was, by any definition, strictly organized. Maybe it helped, having so many rules - always knowing what the right, honorable thing to do was, even if he maybe didn't always act on it
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Being set on fire's taking your masochistic tendencies a little far, don't you think?
[Logan naked isn't a big deal - man shares a locker room with him. Logan smoldering is a little unsettling. More than that, he's actually worried about him, though that's being covered with the snide remark.]
Pyro's gone. Storm went after him. Can you sit up?
[Of course the first thing he smells as his nose grows back is the scent of his own burnt flesh. That may just put him off barbecue for... at least a day.
Sitting up, he can do. Telling Scott as much, maybe not, so he just does it and sits, a little hunched, annoyed when burnt hands cling to burnt legs. Clearing his throat creates a small cloud of -... Well, what used to be his throat, one assumes. Good times.]
Don't... Go fer... [Oh, for fuck's sake. He can talk, dammit. Because he says so.] Boys. [Belated remark to the comment about masochistic tendencies. He'll fill Scott in on more pleasant forms of burning once his voice is better. Promise.]
[Scott crouches down beside Logan, facing him, but just out of arm's reach. Giving Logan some time and keeping an eye on him - while trying not to react to the smell of cooked human.]
Something I'm sure everyone is grateful for. We need to get you back to the jet.
[They say it tastes like chicken. Smells more like pork, though.]
'Kay... [Logan will never admit it, but sometimes it's kind of nice to just follow 'orders' and not be so damn ornery all the time. Getting fried to a crisp is, apparently, one of those moments. Maybe he should sit and wait, heal a bit more, but he doesn't want to. Doesn't want to admit he needs it, either. Just keep moving, and everything will be fine. So he gets up, slowly. Has to rip free hands that are still partially glued by molten skin to his legs. Doesn't even make a sound. But then, the pain's nothing compared to what came before.]
[Scott doesn't ask permission to touch Logan, but does warn him. That's going to hurt like hell, though given what Logan's just been through, maybe not so much. He gets one arm around Logan's back and starts walking, slowly. Yes, Logan is heavy. Scott's dragged his unconscious, metal ridden ass before. At least this time all he's providing is balance and support.]
You're healing. If someone else had been hit, they wouldn't be. There's still nothing wrong with dodging.
[Eh. Logan's got to be in pain, and if giving him something to snipe at keeps him distracted and lets them get to that plane, Scott'll count it a win.]
[Well, dodging isn't always as easy as all that, especially with a little bastard like Pyro. Which, nevertheless, is not something Logan wants to admit.]
We ain't all got long-distance weapons built in, Cyclops. I had t' get in close. [Which, in this case, still didn't help. But hey, he tried.]
Someday, he's going to be in the right place and the right time and I'm going to figure out what happens when blunt force meets fire. While he's being electrocuted and hit by lightening.
- Logan got blown up (or set on fire, etc.). He heals. His clothes don't.
- He's on a little trip in the wild. He gets hot. Maybe he goes to rinse off in the nearest body of water.
- You know that moment between showering and getting dressed? So maybe Logan wasn't in a hurry for the getting dressed part.
Other ideas still very welcome!
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The night had gone well enough, but early in the morning she was awoken by a noise, going to full alert. "Well at least some things I can count on," she muttered to herself when she realized there was not any immediate threat. But there wasn't any Logan around either. Curiosity got the better of her and she set out on tracking him.
It wasn't too much later that she found him, in the buff. "Well now...."
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Not the sort of thing she was expecting to see in the morning, but she wasn't all that surprised either. Logan got along better with nature compared to anything else, except maybe Japanese culture. He was pretty at home with that too.
"I wasn't aware that I was sneaking." The look he gave her...he wasn't just saying that she had sneaked up on him--she really had. "Maybe you can't smell a ghost," she offers in a soft voice. She had tracked him while phased, but only because it was easier that way. It was taking concentration to stay solid again.
"I...I'll meet you back at camp. I can get breakfast ready as you finish up here." She leaves before he can say anything else.
Once at camp, she got the fire going again and brought out the griddle. Then she starts fixing a breakfast of eggs and turkey sausage.
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I've recently heard stuff about the latest Wolverine issues that makes me go NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO too. Ugh. The love/hate that is Marvel.))It was, perhaps, the clearest example of his many contradictions, liking both the great outdoors and a society that was, by any definition, strictly organized. Maybe it helped, having so many rules - always knowing what the right, honorable thing to do was, even if he maybe didn't always act on it ( ... )
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[Logan naked isn't a big deal - man shares a locker room with him. Logan smoldering is a little unsettling. More than that, he's actually worried about him, though that's being covered with the snide remark.]
Pyro's gone. Storm went after him. Can you sit up?
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Sitting up, he can do. Telling Scott as much, maybe not, so he just does it and sits, a little hunched, annoyed when burnt hands cling to burnt legs. Clearing his throat creates a small cloud of -... Well, what used to be his throat, one assumes. Good times.]
Don't... Go fer... [Oh, for fuck's sake. He can talk, dammit. Because he says so.] Boys. [Belated remark to the comment about masochistic tendencies. He'll fill Scott in on more pleasant forms of burning once his voice is better. Promise.]
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Something I'm sure everyone is grateful for. We need to get you back to the jet.
[Healing factor or not, this is not good.]
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'Kay... [Logan will never admit it, but sometimes it's kind of nice to just follow 'orders' and not be so damn ornery all the time. Getting fried to a crisp is, apparently, one of those moments. Maybe he should sit and wait, heal a bit more, but he doesn't want to. Doesn't want to admit he needs it, either. Just keep moving, and everything will be fine. So he gets up, slowly. Has to rip free hands that are still partially glued by molten skin to his legs. Doesn't even make a sound. But then, the pain's nothing compared to what came before.]
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Do you have a self-preservation instinct?
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Don't need one. [He's only half joking. At least his voice is working better.]
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The hell you don't.
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'M healin', ain't I? [It's a touchy subject. Logan considers his survival, or lack thereof, a strictly personal affair.]
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[Eh. Logan's got to be in pain, and if giving him something to snipe at keeps him distracted and lets them get to that plane, Scott'll count it a win.]
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We ain't all got long-distance weapons built in, Cyclops. I had t' get in close. [Which, in this case, still didn't help. But hey, he tried.]
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Someday, he's going to be in the right place and the right time and I'm going to figure out what happens when blunt force meets fire. While he's being electrocuted and hit by lightening.
[...He's holding a grudge. Sue him.]
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