<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/148/0/b/logan__the_wolverine__a_study_by_mavinga-d3hf3bl.jpg)</div><strong>Names</strong>: Logan "Wolverine"<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Mutant<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Domain of Magneto/Magnetos Mansion/Front Door<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 6:00 pm<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Magneto, Storm<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Arrival<br/><br/>________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>In the end, where do I go? Where truly the thoughts of Logan at this moment. His mind filled with a melancholy spirit of things that had transpired. Some bastard named Loki had taken control of America and pretty much kept the abundance of anyone who was anyone left to their fates. Logan could only watch the next events that would transpire through America. He had no idea where some of the other X-men were and had no way to contact them. So he did what he did best, wander. He continued to do so, in a vain attempt to find a new place to reside. Going back to his ancestral home in Canada, for a time he lived there. Going from day to day as a forester for the better part of Loki's reign. Simply living his great lifespan in solitude. This was not the first time it were to happen and probably not the last. His commitments were after all, gone up in smoke as the Professor finally kicked the bucket. He had a dream that made Logan think that perhaps he could fit into the world, instead of letting it pass him by.<br/><br/>After time went on, even Logan could no longer sit idle. There was only so much waiting he could do, especially when he could still remember the people who were left... He had heard Magneto's call to all mutants and that gave Logan a thought that maybe he might find some of the others. Hell he might even stomach Scott for five seconds, then perhaps smack him in the face, just for old times sake. He prepared his bike and drove towards the location of Magneto's structure.<br/><br/>In the distance, one might see a familiar face as he had his usual biker-style attire and gritty facial structure and of course the Harley that he rode on. He arrived at this Utopian style house that any billonaire would envy.