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calmbeforethe) wrote2013-01-12 10:00 pm
calmbeforethe) wrote2013-01-12 10:00 pm
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[ Storm returns from her week-and-a-half long mission midday on the 12th. Well, she hadn't known it was the 12th when she came back, just that she'd been gone a while. The first thing she'd done when she got back was return to the X-House, but since Rogue had claimed dibs on the only bath in House 16, Ororo decided to indulge herself in an outdoor shower. She needed to find a relatively secluded place for that, so quickly she decides to detour to somewhere high above the flatlands beyond the forests where (hopefully...!) she wouldn't be disturbing anyone.
It'd been a while since she had done such a thing, bathing in rainclouds of her own making, and the mission had been long and tedious despite having Rogue by her side for much of the fighting... So she uses up most of the afternoon for herself and takes the scenic route home.
It's only after she returned to the X-House refreshed and energized that she thought to check the journals and realize belatedly that it was the 12th of January, today. That... gives her pause.
So, thirty years old. Strange; most women gave that number quite a bit of significance. It was supposed to be a milestone (or at least, that's what her sister told her) where by now she should be thinking about whether or not she was ever going to get married, have children or what kind of career she was supposed to focus on. Food for thought, she figured.
In the end, she decides to celebrate it with little fanfare. Evening finds her stopping by Good Spirits for a drink or two, dressed with a little more care than she would have taken on a regular day. She's warm and friendly for the most part, even if towards the end of the night she seems more introspective than normal. Feel free to approach...! ]
It'd been a while since she had done such a thing, bathing in rainclouds of her own making, and the mission had been long and tedious despite having Rogue by her side for much of the fighting... So she uses up most of the afternoon for herself and takes the scenic route home.
It's only after she returned to the X-House refreshed and energized that she thought to check the journals and realize belatedly that it was the 12th of January, today. That... gives her pause.
So, thirty years old. Strange; most women gave that number quite a bit of significance. It was supposed to be a milestone (or at least, that's what her sister told her) where by now she should be thinking about whether or not she was ever going to get married, have children or what kind of career she was supposed to focus on. Food for thought, she figured.
In the end, she decides to celebrate it with little fanfare. Evening finds her stopping by Good Spirits for a drink or two, dressed with a little more care than she would have taken on a regular day. She's warm and friendly for the most part, even if towards the end of the night she seems more introspective than normal. Feel free to approach...! ]
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And just how would you say I am better equipped than you are, Logan?
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[He growls under his breath, then calls for another drink.
He turns back to 'Ro.]
I ain't got it in me, 'Ro. I'm losing it. All the Danger Room scenarios in the world don't help. The Mallies ain't responding to my requests to go on missions. I'm a caged animal. Before long, I'm gonna snap.
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At his growl, she lays a hand on his arm, hoping to calm him.]
I'm not sure what you want to hear me say, Logan. I do not know what meant when you said that I was better equipped, but I do know that it certainly does not feel like it.
Do you think it's easy for me? Sitting here and pretending that there is nothing wrong, that I was not fighting in a war that hardly concerns me just this morning, or that we do not have duties, responsibilities and people waiting for us at home...
[Static briefly flares between them, but only for a moment. She's taking a long inhale of breath a heartbeat later; it wouldn't do to cause a lightning storm in here, so close to so many bottles of alcohol. She closes her eyes, letting the charge in the air fade away with her ire.]
... Lashing out in frustration, that would be easy. It is keeping it under control that is difficult. But I deal with it, Logan. And I believe you can, too.
[A pause. Then, gentler:]
You're not an animal.
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Ororo and Xavier, both possessed. Probably dead and reanimated, for all he knew. Chances were, they'd have to be killed again. Probably by him. He wasn't fit to lead the X-Men after they were gone. If it wasn't for the presence of Hank, they'd be shit out of luck for any kind of future.
It's the static that makes him stop thinking of what's waiting for them at home. If there's one thing he does know, it's that Ororo practices a lot of restraint keeping her emotions in check.]
I don't have your kind of restraint, 'Ro. I'm trying. But it won't last.
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[though admittedly, she isn't sure what she would recommend. She could always go for a relaxing flight when she was all done in, but Logan didn't have that luxury. Or, he did at home, with his frequent trips out of the mansion. But now...
She looked at him, concerned.]
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[He'd been trying to find other outlets. Short of going running in the woods with the wolves, there wasn't much that appealed to him.]
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But I am being serious, Logan. You need to find something that will help you pass the time. And trying to get drunk or starting bar fights do not count.
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[So, you know, a normal person.]
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