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[digtengraves]

Characters: Logan and whoever wants to come bother him.
Location: Breakstone lake.
Time: Sunday morning.
Content: Logan is enjoying some alone time. Like that's going to last.
Warnings: Wolverine.

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[truepsychictale]

Sasha had decided to smoke outside for once and explore the grounds of Xavier's. It had been many years since he was last here as a angry young German with too much potential and too little control. Now, he was back in the position of a teacher. It honestly felt quite odd, also Sasha didn't seem to notice- or care if he did notice- none other than one Logan enjoying some alone time.

He blew out a small puff of cigarette smoke and gazed at the glassy surface of the lake.

[digtengraves]

Very few things escaped Logan's preternaturally enhanced senses, least of all another person standing not thirty feet away from him. Sasha. Logan knew a little of him from the last time the guy'd been at the mansion. Telepath. Wound tighter'n a bedbug's asshole. He was keeping his distance, though, and that was all Logan cared about.

[truepsychictale]

He carelessly flicked his ashes onto to the the ground, he decided to be the first to speak up. "I am surprised you decided to teach here." he admitted.

[digtengraves]

For a minute or two, Logan gave no sign that he'd even heard the man speak. Just stood there, shoulders braced against an imagined cold. Then he raised his head a little, eyes still on the lake, and growled:

"Goes for both of us."

[hawkeye_ii]

Someone else has been up and exploring for hours; it's easy when you didn't sleep at all. The bed was too new, and all the sounds of the old house were unfamiliar. Even the quiet was worrying to someone used to the noise of Manhattan.

So Kate has her bow and arrows strapped to her back and is out looking for a good place to practice; she was hoping for a range somewhere around this place, but so far she's not found one.

What she has found was a lake (not surprising; she knew there was one around here somewhere) and a man standing out beside it. He gets a wary look and she casts a glance behind her at the path toward the mansion, considering her options.

[digtengraves]

Logan heard the crunch of footsteps on gravel, and the light rattle of arrows in a quiver. A young, female scent. A little wary, but mostly tired.

Welcome to the club darlin'.

Logan shifted a little, exhaling a cloud of blue smoke. His keen eyes tracked the path of a bird flying low over the water.

"We keep the archery butts in the boathouse," he said, finally, his voice pitched just loud enough to carry.

[hawkeye_ii]

She grins to herself, and then frowns. How had he known what she was looking for?

Although she'd done research on the X-Men beforehand, and everyone knew who Wolverine was, the man before her didn't rattle any memories. It was the clothing and the situation.

Warily: "Thanks. Are you a teacher?"

[digtengraves]

Logan grunted, amused. Teacher. There was one question he never thought he'd be answering.

"Depends who you ask," he growled, glancing back over his shoulder at the girl.