logan-t78a

[logan-t78a]

Meeting her eyes didn't help, they spoke about it for god's sake. Logan gave her his word and now he was just hopping he will not have to honor it. "Shit." He muttered quickly after hearing her voice echoing in his mind, one minute was definitively not enough. His toughts trying hard to find a solution, Logan didn't question Ororo suggestion, he just quickly stabbed the ground to anchor himself. And fuck, that woman... Amazed by her powers but also a bit worried, Logan fucking knew how much this kind of move was asking. It was asking too much. Expecting her exaustion, Logan quickly reacted to catch and lift her, not really asking for permission, there was no time. He started running in the opposite direction, gathering some speed before finally jumping over the edge of bridge. A big jump ending on one of the small boat on his way to help the other one sinking. Cushion the landing was not really on option, so Logan just dealt with it, poker face on. "Get the fuck out!" He yelled at the sailor the second after, putting down 'Ro. "This shit gonna collaspe! Now!" He ordered and looked back at 'Ro and then at the bridge. "The fuck was that?" He asked, not speaking about Ro, but definitively about Jean, still paranoid about her, still expecting some bad shit.

@marvelxgirl

The immense power coming from Jean was indeed frightening and Betsy was not wrong in feeling that. Jean could feel and locate each of her friends, Ororo, Logan , Betsy, she knew exactly where they were. /Don't focus on me , finish letting people of the water / it was such an echoed voice in each of their heads , her voice mixed with something older, like she had a sore throat but only more on a cosmic level.

For those closer to her, they could feel a heat coming from her, making her almost envelopped in a weird mist. She seemed clamer now that her outburst was done, and with a frighting easiness, simply turned the wrists and all the cars went back on the bridge. From an outsider perspective, it wasn't clear if this was taking time back or simply telekinesis. Either way, the glow in her eyes was not dying out.

//We can be , whatever you like Jean Grey, we can rewrite the cosmos again ... we can rewrite timelines , we can just go back to what you know and simply live... we can mend what is broken... you just have to accept that we are one , you are me, and I am you, all Phoenix to be reborn// the voice whispered only for her ears. She looked up at Logan who was looking down at her. Her hair floating around her , he saw a dark path , had lived one where she had been a Dark Phoenix. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. //You have a minute leave the bridge and the ship and move away , I have to let go of it. //

[logan-t78a]

Like most people on the bridge, Logan lost his balance when everything suddenly shook. "The fuck?" He asked, a bit confused but quickly joining 'Ro when she asked for support. On the edge of the bridge, the mutant got distracted by the number of cars hanging in the air and the shape of the bridge. His instincts were telling him to get the fuck away, an odd feeling rising after all those years. He finally spotted Jean and frowned a bit, his claws still out. "Shit..." No way, he had to be wrong about that. "Ro. Step back." He still ordered, more worried about her than the people in those cars, his eyes coldly staring at Jean.

Pearls of sweat were forming on her forhead. It was as much holding back the structure that was the problem, it was the split attention, the ship and the bridge had not the same motion , not the same weight, not the same way to hold them in place. She prayed that people had heard her, and when she heard Betsy, she was both relieved and not sure if she could give that much to the other mutant. That hesitation however only lasted as long as it took Betsy to transition Jean's hold. She let go , the ship slammed a bit against the bridge due to the difference in how they were using their powers. Jean focused her attention then only on the bridge.

She closed her eyes. Leave she ordered everyone on the bridge to make the job of Ororo and Logan easier. //I will never leave you// whispered a voice in her ear. //I am the only one , the one that will always be with you, in the end // it added and it felt right, it felt like a warm embrace of an old friend long not seen. Her eyes opened to a yellow hue. //What are ants to a goddess, those are not your people, they would hurt you had they the power to do so...let the bridge fall...destruction to build anew//

Rage, rage filled her. She was not willing to be that again, she was not willing to be a reason for sorrow. The anger to prove it wrong made the whole bridge shake, she forced it back together completely in such a violent impulse that some of the cars on the edge started to fall, only to be caught by her as well, as one was just above her head, hanging there as she looked up she could see 3 people in shock.

[logan-t78a]

Logan was doomed, he knew it, he would probably be married before the end of the year. But at this point, he wasn't fighting it anymore, Ro was way too enthusiastic to make her wait longer than necessary. Busy doing nothing, Logan froze at the voice and let go a fuck when Ororo shared the same kind of look.

The situation once arrived made him swear one more time, he wasn't the best to handle this kind of shit, but he would do his best. Landing loudly on his knees, Logan quickly focused his senses on the people trapped on the bridge. He barely gave a look at Jean, even if he was worried, even he could help it but think at the worst case scenario, Logan didn't say a word about it and ran to a car further away. He waited the last moment to use his claws and helped some people to escape their own car before moving on to another.

Bobby's intervention had taken more than her share in her mind. She was still plagued by his memories, and that was fueling what was dormant in her. It had also made her headaches worse. Ever the same, she did not show anything however. Remaining the good old Jean. Going with Ororo wedding shopping , she still had not really found a dress , but that was okay, she had now the flowers and the venue.

The weather had been quite bad for a few days now, and she had not been planning to go downtown, but fate would have it that she had a lecture to give at the Museum. She had decided to take a walk along the river, thus having a clear view of the Brooklyn bridge. She saw the accident happen, a bigger boat crashing into the bridge because of the winds or whatever. She did not really think and got into action. She flew to the bridge and prevented it from collapsing. Her power had grown a lot since the last time she had made full display of it. She expanded her hold to the ship as well, preventing it from sinking.

She hoped to hold everything in place until cars, peoples , everything were off of that bridge. However, holding such magnitude by the force of her will , was quite a feat... that's when she heard the screetch deep within her. She sent a wave of I need help through minds.

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Logan found a fine smile, glad he picked right. He looked at the info and everything, connecting the dots. He knew this place, he went there many times. "I know some guys there." He finally shared. "We can go with my bike, looking good with it and all that shit." He offered, coming with a nice bike was already saying a lot, a good way to sympathize with some sellers. "Sounds good to you kid?"

Jubes leaned back a bit. Just like she did when her parents were still alive and she was watching something with them. She looked at all the options and looked up at him . " Man, they're all super sexy...I'm okay with either one of them , if they have it !" she smiled and pulled up the info for the meeting. "Here is where it is being held." she showed him the address. It was a rather well known meeting, happening every year for the last 4 decades, apparently. She smiled again, like a goof . Having a project with Logan, probably spending hours on getting a bike back and calling it hers/theirs, she was really looking forward to it.

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Logan was hardly in a position to bullshit her about the idea that she will feel better. Nightmares were a bitch, make them stop was something he still couldn't do, even after years of therapy. He let go a small sigh and kept her close, unsure of what was the best to say. "I know 'Ro... That's why I'm here, ready to pull you out of them uh?" He tried half serious, half joking.

Ororo curled into his embrace, her shoulders shaking and her breathing uneven as she fought to steady herself. Logan's presence and scent were helping but she could still smell the burn in the air and the warmth of his body healing. "These nightmares....they won't end," she muttered into his chest. It wasn't the first time this had happened but to the Gods in the heavens, she wished it was the last.

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continued from here @hankmxcoy

Logan couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Oh yeah? Better be a good speech then, you got no excuses." He taunted back, still disapproving that this morron could spot them since years ago.

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The dog was not really ringing any bells in the old mutant's mind. He probably knew him, probably, not that Logan really cared. He looked back at the young man and shared his doubts about this last sentence. "Oh really?"

Josh ignored the return barb and instead piled his hair to the side and began to rub the towel over it… Not that his attempts to dry off did much good as a soaking wet golden retriever bounded in after him and promptly shook itself. “Dunno if you met S before I left.” He said, gesturing at the dog who did not anywhere near the eight years it should’ve been. “Hmm, less then you’d think.” He shrugged. He was still scared, cowardly and desperate… “I’m not staying, I just need to… clear something up.” 

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Logan was eating his gummy bears when he heard that someone dared to spill the beans. He barely choked and coughed a bit before glancing at her. "Who told you?"

Kitty had popped another few into her mouth before noticing Logan's outstretched hand. She smiled and plopped a few in his palm before taking a few more and stowing the bag away. She waited until she swallowed her gummy bears before looking over at Logan. "I heard you finally proposed to Ororo."

[logan-t78a]

Logan didn't try to fight to stay awake, I knew he could trust Jean about calming down his mind. 'Night' Jeanie...' He thought before finally falling asleep, unsure he could remember this conversation the next morning.

Jean had the kindness not to reply to that. She did not see herself as strong, less stronger than another version of herself. Also it did not really matter in this conversation. What was important was to give Logan some peace and make him sleep.

Good night , Logan. I'll linger to keep the dreams away.

[logan-t78a]

"Yeah, but it ain't a fuckin reason." Logan replied at the attitude, staying quite unfriendly. He cocked an eyebrow at the compliment. Was it a compliment tho? "Well, you did." He sighed, not really speaking about the haircut, barely looking at it.

Josh looked up at Logan as he walked inside... year apart did nothing to quell the mixture of panic and safety the man evoked. He recalled the man protecting him, a Skrull version of him trying to kill him... And then having to kill said Skrull. He closed his eyes, deep breath, in and out he did as the monks had taught him. If nothing else, they'd done a good job at helping him appear calm till he actually felt that way.

"Wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to this place." he said, his voice muffled with the towel. He pulled it off along with his beanie and began to dry his hair, now shoulder-length but just as icily blonde. "You haven't changed." he said quietly.

[logan-t78a]

Were they? Logan tried to believe it, he really did, trying hard to acknowledge it and let his demons die. 'Always by yours...' He replied, dropping his fist to take and gently squeeze her hand in return. '... Will try...' He mentally replied before more thoughts imposed themselves, Logan wasn't especially trying to share them like during their conversation but it was there. '...you're stronger than what she was...'

Jean chuckled.

I think we're past that, no ?

She put her hand in his.

I'll always be by your side, no matter what I see or feel from you. As long as I'm alive , I'll be your rock as much as you're mine. Now don't worry about me, and just try to rest James.

[logan-t78a]

Did he spot him from 3 miles away? Yup. Was he going to welcome him with a smile, a hug, and some cookies? Nope. Josh wasn't lucky that Logan was at the institute, another day and maybe he would be able to dodge him. Logan went to the main hall, waiting patiently for this idiot to cross the main door, a towel in one of his hands. He gave him a short minute to deal with the crown and everything once arrived, before finally walking closer and throwing at him the towel, aiming for his head. "Dry up, or you gonna soak all the carpets of the damn place." He added, not looking really happy to see him.

Josh's School Return {OPEN!}

It doesn't look any different was the first thought to cross Josh's mind as he walked (in the pouring rain) up path to his old home. He'd hated first coming here, ostracised from his parents, his friends, alone and scared with golden skin that disgusted him. Well, at least now he could look in the mirror.

The young man's complexion was a beautiful gold with small patches of black seeming to move and shift of their own accord, though only a little of his face and hands could be seen. His hair (so blonde it was almost white) was now shoulder length and mostly covered by a ratty old beanie- in fact, all his clothes seemed old, though certainly cared for.

With a sigh, he squelched his way into the main entrance hall of the school, ignoring the looks of now unfamiliar students, plonked himself down on a bench and waited to be noticed; living with monks was a fantastic way to build patience.

[logan-t78a]

Logan got an idea of what she was aiming for, he already had some names popping up in his mind. "Don't worry Jubes, I'll deal with that part." He reassured her with an amused smile, already decided to pay for the bike without her consent. "You got your phone? I've got a few ideas for you." He said as he came closer, ready to look over her shoulder. "There is the Kawasaki KZ1000. Like every one of her generation, she's heavier than she looks, ain't a problem for you, but at least she will stick to the ground and ignore the wind. She's not the fastest one, but definitively one of the prettiest." He commented before going to a new one. "You also have the Velocette Venom, big tailpipe but still elegant, fast as hell but hard to find." He paused and seemed to think a bit. "Any Honda of the 70s is a safe pick, the CBX1000 is a monster..." A new pause, still thinking and staring at an invisible point. "You also have the Vincent black shadow, an older one, maybe faster than the Venom..." Yeah, one day he will have to check that. Anyway, he stopped his thinking process and looked back at the kiddo. "Goin' through the right direction?" He asked, in a good mood.

"Yes ! I want a heavier bike, but not a Harley. Something that packs, but is elegent and goes fast... bit like those bikes you drove when you were in the 70ties, you know ? " she explained existed, her whole face was lit up, making her look so much younger again. "But like I said, I know nothing about the prizes and how much you need to put aside for making them drive correctly."

[logan-t78a]

This sudden silence almost made him dizzy. It also felt too easy, not a peace he truly deserved. Eyes and hands closed, Logan still felt guilty, making it hard for him to articulate his thoughts. ‘You… doing it... and making you see all of that shit...’

Jean focused and got glimpses of what Logan was feeling and seeing. Flashback of a her, but it wasn't her. She pushed to make it all die down, until the both of them stood in a room in Logan's mind. It had nothing bad or good about it, it was just a clearer and calmer headspace.

What are you sorry about?

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[continued from here] @shadowofmypryde

Logan shared a quick glance at Kitty at this nickname. He will probably never get used to it, each time hearing it squeezed his heart. Eyes on the road but a fine smile on his lips, he offered an open palm in front of her, needy for gummies.

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[continued from here] @bubblegumxjubes

Oh shit, he knew this look even if he tried to act like it was nothing. At the request, however, the old man seemed more interested. "Yeah sure kiddo." He quickly replied, as if it was evidence, his mind already switching to this kind of stuff. "You got an idea of what you want?"

[logan-t78a]

No need to rush her out of sleep, she seemed to have enough anxiety already. Not sure if she would wake up or simply be able to calm down her dreams, Logan continued to massage her temples. He only stopped when she finally sat down, giving her some space, one hand taking hers. "Right here." He replied with a soft smile before opening his arms to hug her in return. He was still healing, mostly around his left shoulder, where the light impacted but he didn't care. It wasn't important, the pain will be gone in a few minutes, so he stayed focused on her, on what she could need. "You're back 'Ro, you're safe." He stated with a calm voice, before gently kissing her head. "You're safe."

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"No.....no," she muttered in her sleep. Her body twisted and turned in her bed but her mind was elsewhere. She was back on that Skrull ship with the aliens dragging her back to the pod she had awoken in. "No....no, please, don't," she pleaded as she was shoved back into the pod and the door sealed. As she laid there the pod got smaller and smaller and she felt like she couldn't breath. She banged on the lid, the noise like a crash each time she struck but it kept closing in around her. "Let me out! Let me out!" she cried out.

"Ro, you're alright love," she heard in the distance and slowly the walls began to expand. She began to breath easier and the pod door lifted open. And as she sat up she woke. Logan was massaging her temple and she could feel the bedsheets beneath her drenched. There had been a fog in the room that seemed to dissipate as she came to and her eyes landed on Logan and the burn mark on his skin. "Logan," she muttered so softly before curling against him and fighting to level her breathing to return the air back to its normal state.