<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J8PJSe0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Salem Summers | Cyclops, John Kroane/David Haller | Legion, Betsy Braddock | Psylocke, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Wolverine Wolverine's, threatening Legion and suggesting she'll do anything but wait outside<br/><hr/><br/>She hadn't expected it, nor asked for it, but Colossus noticed her uniform immediately; She was grateful for the mask over her face as her cheeks flushed hotly, embarrassed and a little touched as he praised her for honoring her father. She gave a shrug of her shoulders and looked away from him, not trusting herself to speak, hoping that the simple gesture communicated her gratitude. Even better, he didn't dare push the subject any further; It was sensitive for her, even nearly a year afterwards, and she felt better just keeping those feelings to herself.<br/><br/>Despite Laura's earlier braggadocio, the danger room was not sealed, and more students entered after her. The first to do so was Betsy Braddock, Psylocke. Laura's pursed lips upticked into the slightest grin; she liked Betsy. They were alike in a lot of ways. Sometimes their similarities were too striking, and it kept them at arm's length. They might not have been best friends, but the two young women were often silent allies, and she had a preternatural realization that they would function harmoniously in the danger room, slashing claws and flashing psionic daggers cleaving through simulated Brotherhood flunkies with brutal grace.<br/><br/>The last member of their group joined them moments later, and her entrance gave Laura a visible start. Wolverine's senses were so finely tuned that she often listened for those approaching from other rooms... Nobody ever snuck up on her. However, the door to the danger room was thick and impenetrable. Her sense of smell and hearing told her nothing of the world outside. So when Kitty Pryde simply walked through the door, invisible to her senses and then all of a sudden entirely there, breathing hard, sweaty and... Aroused, the sensation jarred her, and she shot a look back at the other girl, her rival for the title of youngest in the room.<br/><br/>They were six with a potential seventh that had yet to arrive, but Laura wasn't going to cry for Darwin for being late. Colossus began the scenario, explaining that they'd be taking on a simulated version of the Brotherhood, and she practically began to salivate, her earlier fancies of dicing up Deathstrike or Sabertooth coming true. After Colossus input the commands, the danger room changed, and there was a momentary sense of uncanny that left Laura dizzy. She knew that the room employed hyper-realistic hardlight holograms, dynamic terrain and even simulated scents to create an interactive virtual reality, and for the others it might have been indistinguishable from the real thing, but for Laura, she could see the tiniest cracks in the facade. The simulated scents were very, very good, but there was a faint tang of metal that didn't belong to the skyscraper they stood upon, and her eagle-eyed vision could see the faintest flicker of light from objects that should have been solid and unflinching. When Laura became immersed in the combat exercises, she could pretend it was all real, but if she focused, as she did in that moment, the illusion unraveled.<br/><br/>Colossus explained the situation as Laura stood at the edge of the rooftop, her stellar eyesight letting her see the bank as more than a speck. She stood far away from Cyclops who similarly faced the edge, and Laura wondered if that ugly red visor let her see half as well as she could. Piotr dissected the team into two categories, and while Wolverine gave an annoyed grunt at being left off of the 'heavy hitter' list, she'd fall in line behind Colossus for now. Laura had been grounded from the danger room before, and would reluctantly play along if it meant she got to stay.<br/><br/>When Legion spoke up, though, the frustrated noises she made escalated to a growl. Laura wasn't a team leader or tactician, so she couldn't say if Legion's criticisms of Colossus's plans made sense, but he still rankled her. Her knuckles popped audibly beneath a clenched fist as she began to steam with anger while Legion called out her perceived shortcomings and suggested that she stand back in reserves.<em>Reserves?! I'll gut him!</em>What upset her the most was the name he used for her. X-23 was her former codename, but more than that, it was her birth name, the one given to her by her masters, those cruel old men that had manufactured her as a weapon and treated her like nothing more than that. She was Wolverine now, and she not only disliked X-23, she resented it. The claws on Laura's left hand popped- SNIKT- and she took a few steady steps towards him, hatred plain on her lips, the only exposed part of her face.<br/><br/><strong>"Name's Wolverine, bub. If you call me that again, I'll make a diamond necklace out of your dick."</strong>She spoke over Cyclops, who was suggesting her own plan. Still holding out the threatening adamantium blades, Laura shook her head. Six people, three of them trying to be team leader. Colossus had invited ideas, but... Nobody agreed on how it should be done, which meant that nothing would get done.<strong>"Give me any job, as long as it doesn't involve me sitting on my ass while Slim and Psy get to have all the fun."</strong>