<strong>Character Name:</strong>Logan (Wolverine)<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>16:30, 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Wolverine uniform<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>ladies in the kitchen<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/1058843-best_superhero_costumes_in_the_world_wolverine_xme_zpsfp57vfaz.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/1058843-best_superhero_costumes_in_the_world_wolverine_xme_zpsfp57vfaz.jpg.html)</div></div></div><br/>Wolverine gave the ladies a nod.<br/>His black manes shook ever so slightly. His hair had a wild and sharp outline, giving his head the silhouette of his namesake... The Wolverine.<br/>Wolverines were small hairy bastards with the courage to fight and scare off grizzly bears. They were also berserk rabid beasts.<br/>The comparison implied a lot of things.<br/><em>Small. Hairy. Violent. Predatory.</em>Things most people would see as negative.<br/><strong>Brave. Determined. Muscular. Indomitable.</strong>Things most people would see as positive.<br/>Somehow it was the violent part that Wolverine always identified with. The fierce rabid outbursts that wolverines had were all too familiar.<br/><br/>Luckily the beast was chained currently. His mind distracted for the moment.<br/><strong>"A pleasure... Adelia"</strong>he said. His voice was low and gruff. Despite being a bit short, his hand was large and strong. He took Adelia's offered hand. The contrast strong as ever.<br/>He returned her gaze and his fierce gaze softened with a hint of wisdom through experience. He suddenly smiled ever so lightly. It was a warm genuine smile but a furtive one.<br/><strong>"This one... has spunk Ororo... I like that."</strong>he said.<br/>He let go off her hand, his gaze wandered over Alison and Amara.<br/><strong>"Before we continue..."</strong>he sniffed the air. He tapped his nose.<strong>"This overly large subject drew me in here. I smelled bacon..."</strong>he said as he took a can of beer from the freezer. His gaze moved to the furnace. Empty. His deep blue eyes shifted past the ladies and ended up watching the table. An empty pan. A splitsecond of dissapointment.<br/>Yet there was...<em>hope</em>.<br/>He smelled unprepared bacon. He moved closer and identified the source.<br/>A package of bacon.<br/>Whoever had been preparing his or her morning meal had rudely left it on the table.<br/>He suddenly slid out a single claw and pricked open his can of beer.<strong>"See Ororo... there is hope even in the darkest hour. In this case it comes prepackaged and shaped like dead porc..."</strong>his lupine smirk revealed flawless white dentals. Though 2 of his teeth had a vaguely fang-like outline.<br/>He brought the can of beer to his lips, sipped and then declared<strong>"So ladies... who's up for trying Old Logan's famous Omelette and Bacon? It is full of calories. Oldfashioned. But it gets the job done. Much like myself".</strong><br/>