<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, late morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire, Netty | Marionette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Wolverine wonders about Rahne, and asks Netty about her powers<br/><hr/><br/>At first, Laura only gave a grunt in response, a brief shake of her dark-haired head. She watched Netty move her things to the other bed in the room, in the far corner.<strong>"Nah, weren't interruptin' anything,"</strong>she finally mentioned. Laura had pulled her spandex tights up to her waist, her costume nearly complete if not for a couple of odd pieces; Boots, gloves, belt, all items leftover from her last uniform. She had no clue what had gotten into Rahne, the Scottish mutant seemed prone to fits and moods and skittishness.<br/><br/><strong>"My name's Laura. Laura Kinney,"</strong>she said before hopping off of the bed and pulling her mask and cowl back down, feeling somewhat silly hiding her face in her own bedroom. She used her fingers to rake through her long, black hair, pulling it out from the hole in the back of the cowl and letting it fall down her back.<strong>"The other girl's Rahne."</strong>She gave a heavy sniff and caught the Scot's scent coming closer. The smell of natural oils in the skin mixed with water was tangy, Rahne must have gone to wash up.<strong>"She'll introduce herself to ya, but she's in this room, too."</strong><br/><br/>She went to the closet near her bed and began to dig through it, eventually emerging with the accoutrements that would complete her uniform. Her eyes glanced back at Rahne, who had re-entered to introduce herself properly, mildly suspicious of her momentary disappearance. The light compliment was enough to win Rahne back into Laura's good races, a small smirk coming to her as she sat back down at the edge of her bed to put on her boots.<br/><br/><strong>"So what do you do?"</strong>She asked Netty, some curiosity buried behind her gruff as she stood off of the bed and glanced appraisingly down at her toes. Slowly, two blades began to emerge from the center of the boot's toe, gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the window, sharp and wicked-looking. The blades withdrew a second later, and Laura fingered the leather where the weapon had been a moment before.<em>Self-healing leather. Makes sense if you have knives coming out of your body.</em>