[open thread] He's baaa-ck

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

characters: Anyone, everyone, Logan!
Setting: Where the booze is at.
Content: OH MY GOD I MISSED XMH
Status: Incomplete.

[Logan is flipping through the sports section of the newspaper, drinking a beer. He's pretty routine in how he takes his mind of...well, everything.]

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[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Whatever you need. I'll tell the maker. [Logan cracks just the tiniest grin, easing the intensity of their conversation for just a moment.] We'll bill it to the school. As for intel, tell them what you need to to stay alive.

[Logan's eyes darken to a steel grey. If John ever didn't know the Wolverine's endgame, there's not denying it now.] Once they're dead, it won't matter what they know.

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[John's lips tick just barely into a grim smirk at Logan's trademark "bill it to the school" notion, but the expression slides away for a much more intense and turbulent one at Logan's last words. John's jaw sets, his lips slacken. All that's telling on his face is the steady and deep abyss of his gaze.

John's not stupid, of course. Maybe slow sometimes, but it still doesn't take much intelligence to figure what Logan would do to neutralize the threat of a new Brotherhood. A wave of something washes over him. Something, he doesn't know what. He's fucking fine with the idea, and maybe that's where the feeling comes from. He's thinking, Good riddance despite the people he knows that will die, the friends. Ali's sister.

John's life would be easier if they were are dead.

He stands then, pocketing his Zippo.]

Sounds like a plan.

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Get yourself ready, kid. [Logan takes a swallow of his drink.] We'll be gone within the week.