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Post by Logan on Feb 2, 2012 7:40:13 GMT -5
The day had been pretty quiet, which was unusual, but not unusual enough to be disturbing... not yet, anyway.
It did present another problem: insomnia.
Logan was used to having at least something draining away a bit of his energy, allowing him to have a full night's sleep, but tonight there was no such luck. He'd been staring at the ceiling for a little while now and wasn't enjoying it much. The sheer emptiness invited his brain to wander and well... not many of those paths were filled with roses and happy little critters and such.
With a frustrated grunt Logan sat up, pulled on some pyjama bottoms and a T-shirt and then went down to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge, back in its usual place after the last time he'd been stuck to it by that damned metalbending evil sonofabitch.
As he opened the can, Logan suddenly stood very still and sniffed.
He had a distinct feeling he wasn't alone.
"Chuck? That you?"
((tag Charles))
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Post by Charles Francis Xavier on Feb 2, 2012 19:48:51 GMT -5
((This is after Charles finds the note from Erik right? Saying he's going off for something, you never specified what the note said haha))
"I figured you would have sensed me earlier Logan, but you must be tired" Charles spoke as he came fully in to the kitchen from the dining room "can't sleep?"
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Post by Logan on Feb 3, 2012 3:38:19 GMT -5
((I did, here. It said: Charles,
Have gone for the day. Will be back either late tonight or tomorrow.
-Erik)) "Well, it's your house, Chuck. It ain't exactly weird smellin' ya around here," Logan grunted with a half-smile. "And yeah, seems like I have some excess energy after a day without..." The mutant paused, his brain clearly attempting to find something that would offend or hurt the other man. Which, given it was Wolverine doing this, meant rather a lot. "Too much excitement." He took a swig of beer. "What's your excuse?"
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Post by Charles Francis Xavier on Feb 4, 2012 3:03:21 GMT -5
((Have yet to actually read that thread, must catch up.))
"This" he dropped the note on the counter "I only worry-" he started "-because I can not reach him, he's wearing his helmet."
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Post by Logan on Feb 4, 2012 15:32:36 GMT -5
Logan snatched up the note and glanced at it.
"Well, ain't he a wealth of information," the mutant mumbled before his brain caught up with him.
This was the professor's boyf... husb... m... Well, it didn't really matter what he was, exactly. Point was, Chuck cared about the bastard and Logan... well, Logan cared about Charles in an entirely healthy straight manner. So he shouldn't say shit to make the poor guy more worried! Got that, mouth?
"I thought he didn't wear that thing anymore?"
Dammit!
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Post by Charles Francis Xavier on Feb 4, 2012 18:38:12 GMT -5
((I so actually lol'd there at the end.))
"My point exactly" Charles rubbed his temple, secretly trying to reach Erik for the millionth time.
He should have known that something was up, what with their conversation earlier that week. Erik had been feeling restless, old, and Charles should have seen it.
But he didn't.
Now he was realizing, that for all that he loved him, there was a part of him, however small, that still did not trust him.
"Logan I fear something amiss, something I hadn't planned for."
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Post by Logan on Feb 4, 2012 19:54:03 GMT -5
((I did too when I wrote it. )) "Don't give yerself a headache there, Chuck," Logan commented as the other man reached for his temple. It would have been a caring comment, almost sweet considering the source, had it not been followed up with; "If Magneto don't wanna be found, you ain't findin' him." He realized his mistake the second the words left his mouth. "I mean, maybe he's out to get you somethin' nice. A surprise. Doesn't wanna ruin it for ya. Somethin' like that," he ground out, pulling a face that would have befitted a man chewing on a lime. A rotten lime. Stuffed inside a dead gerbil. Found in a sewer.
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Post by Charles Francis Xavier on Feb 4, 2012 21:15:44 GMT -5
Charles stared at Logan for a moment, truly afraid the other man's face would simply... stay like that.
"A nice thought, Logan" he started slowly "but you of all people know, this simply isn't Erik's way."
He moved closer to the counter and took the note in his hand "But the simple fact is this, if he has his helmet, he has the rest of his suit. What possible reason would he need to go out in full costume?"
He looked up at Logan with a face that said I know you don't have the answer and neither do I.
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Post by Logan on Feb 4, 2012 21:55:01 GMT -5
Well, pardon a guy for trying to be reassuring...
"I dunno, Chuck... mayhem and destruction?"
Logan chuckled and was halfway through a nonchalant swig of beer when he realized that had been exactly the wrong joke to make. The can made a hasty retreat from his mouth and he sputtered, a little bit of froth running down his chin.
"I mean... no! Not mayhem and destruction! Because, er.... because he ain't like that no more, right? Right... so... no, not that. He's obviously.... er.... out in costume for... for a fancy dress party! Because nothing says fancy like... a helmet... and a cape... and... and... and I'm just going to stop talking now... yeah, just gonna... gonna shut my stupid trap... yeah... 'cause everything is fine. Really. I'm sure of it. Positive. No problem. None at all. Nothin' suspicious or anything like that! Right... so yeah... yeah... that."
There was actual swear forming on Logan's brow and he proceeded to down half the can in one go, desperate to look anywhere but at Xavier.
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Post by Charles Francis Xavier on Feb 6, 2012 2:11:30 GMT -5
Charles blinked, harder than he ever blinked in his life.
"Thank you, Logan for- attempting to reassure me, it's a lovely action that I will not soon forget."
Heaving a sigh, Charles grabbed his forehead and shook it slowly "But I fear you might be right, although for the life of me I can not see why. This world is safe for mutants, there is no one, to my knowledge, who would want to harm our kind." Charles looked up at Logan and laughed "What is it that he know's that I do not."
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Post by Logan on Feb 6, 2012 4:46:00 GMT -5
Logan mumbled a "Yer welcome.", idly wondering whether he'd just managed to mentally scar one of the most powerful telepaths in the world.
"And I wish I could tell ya... I really do." The mutant sighed, quite carefully clapping a strong hand on the other man's shoulder.
"Look, it don't need to be nothin' bad he's up to. Could be he's just heard somethin' and doesn't wanna worry ya before he's sure, so he's gone out to make sure. Could be somethin' like that, right?"
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Post by Charles Francis Xavier on Feb 6, 2012 5:35:46 GMT -5
That helped, if just a little bit.
"You may be correct" Charles shook his head, trying to wrap his head around this idea, clinging to it as if it was true. But something in his mind told him otherwise, something in his mind said that Erik was up to something.
And he hated it.
"Or you could be completely off target" he rolled toward the fridge and opened it up, removing one of Logan's beers "let us hope it's not the latter."
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Post by Logan on Feb 6, 2012 6:02:15 GMT -5
"Naw, 'course it's not! I mean, you have him all housebroken, right? And..." Logan caught himself and had the good sense to shut up, downing what remained of his beer before crumpling the can and tossing it in the trash.
"Look, Chuck..." he began, leaning himself against the counter.
"First off, this doesn't mean I like him, got it? He's a metalbending bastard with way more ego than is healthy for anyone. Second, tell anyone else I said this and I will take revenge." Logan fixed the other man with something of a warning glare, apparently steeling himself for something before he suddenly relaxed.
"Look, he loves yer. Okay? I've seen it. And I don't like admitting it... Hell, I don't even like thinkin' about it... but it's true. And I really... I really don't think he'd be out to do anything to hurt yer. He's a pain in the rear, but he ain't stupid."
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Post by Charles Francis Xavier on Feb 6, 2012 17:10:16 GMT -5
Charles drank down more than half of the beer in his hand, reminding himself briefly of his college days, as Logan spoke. "That's something coming from you Logan, thank you" he smiled and took another drink "and I promise not to speak a word of this to anyone."
Leaning his head back a bit he stared up at the ceiling, although the nervous feeling in his stomach no longer was there, that feeling in the back of his mind still picked at him.
"I'm sorry to have burdened you with this, Erik can sometimes be... quite the cross to bear. I don't believe, wherever he is, whatever he's doing, he's doing it to hurt me. But I don't think he understands, that leaving me in the dark isn't any less hurtful. And it doesn't help the feeling that something is changing in the wind Logan, it isn't just Erik, it's the whole of this world."
He downed the beer and set placed the bottle on the counter.
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Post by Logan on Feb 6, 2012 18:24:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, well... don't get used ter it," the mutant grumbled good-naturedly. "I ain't gonna be all touchy-feely all the time," he chuckled.
The prof really deserved better than this... better than that scumbag who ran off without leaving any proper word, leaving him worried and without any means of contact. Logan had of course in his long life done far worse and left people with far less, but that didn't matter now. Xavier was a good sort, certainly way too good for Magneto and that idiot was just wasting the umpteenth chance he didn't deserve.
"Whenever I've left someone I cared about in the dark, as ye say... I did it 'cause I thought it'd protect 'em..." he mumbled. "And ye don't need to go 'round tellin' me somethin's weird. I mean, I dinna wanna worry the little ones, but... something's up, Chuck. I can smell it. I've been around the world and the people 'round here... they smell of everywhere... and not in a good 'everyone's gettin' along' kinda way. More like they were literally somewhere else seconds before, just torn outta there and... dropped here. Also, I hear things, in the bars. 's Nothin' much, whisperings, but..." He shook his head.
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