<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/uy8pa0r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James 'Logan' Howlett<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Xavier's office<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 5th, 2017, late morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau | Gambit, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Jean Grey, James Bradley | Doctor Nemesis, Ororo Munroe | Storm<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Teacher's meeting<br/><hr/><br/>Logan had entered the room in time to hear Remy and Piotr arguing, to hear Ororo and Jean calmly defer to Xavier. The old telepath sat in his chair and nodded as each of the teachers offered their thoughts on the situation. Nemesis wondered about Magneto, familiarity and regret edging his tone, sounding sad that the master of magnetism couldn't simply crumple Salvation up like a tin can. The oldest among them sat quiet for a while, sitting at the edge of the circle of chairs. They were all unfamiliar faces that he recognized from a past life. Some different, some so similar he could remember them from his world. From when...<br/><br/>The old man closed his eyes and shook his head. None of it was right. This world wasn't his, these weren't his X-Men. But now with the threat of Salvation, the most literal metaphor of human aggression against mutants that any of them could imagine, Logan couldn't help but wonder if the past would repeat itself, and the world would be thrown into chaos. He was afraid of opening up his mouth and sharing those fears, knowing he must have sounded like a broken record at this point, but after watching everything that had happened on TV, that little mutant girl getting her door kicked in on live television and tossed around like an animal...<br/><br/>Everyone had said their piece, except for Xavier, who seemed to be waiting as several eyes fell back on Logan. He could feel their stares, and he forced himself to return them, his face a grave mask of concern.<strong>"I... We can't do <em>nothin'</em> about this guy. We got to do somethin'. It can't end with us circlin' the wagon's and waitin' for an attack. The bad people I seen turn the world upside down where I came from... They didn't answer to congress or the president. We gotta talk to Washington, get 'em to see that they can't just shake a stick at us like we're wild animals."</strong>He gave one last shake of his head, exasperated by how helpless he felt by the situation. This world needed more heroes... If Captain America and the Avengers existed here, Logan knew that they wouldn't have tolerated 'Salvation'. But maybe their absence from this universe left a power vacuum so large that the feds had to fill it. Logan took turns, placing one fist in the palm of the other, loudly cracking his knuckles as he stared down at his hands, then back up at Professor Xavier.