<div class="floatleft">(https://dc624.4shared.com/img/_HwGr2RHea/s24/16e37a059f0/Marlen1?async&amp;rand=0.9989973360263873)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Laura Kinney/Wolverine<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>White tank top, black leather jeans, black leather jacket, and black combat boots.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 11, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>RAFT -<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Just being her badass self.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mystique/Open<br/><hr/><br/>As Laura looked around at the chaos around her, all she could think was, is<em>what a mess</em>. Only one of Magneto's children could cause this much damage...and in this case, she was guessing Mystique by the smells of it.<em>Damn woman!</em>All that shapeshifting, becoming a civilian one moment and then a guard the next would confuse a herd of cattle. No wonder this place looked like it did. It was easy to get confused when she was around.<br/><br/>Hearing, a loud cry from across the raft, Laura turned around just in time to see blue humanoid figure, coming toward her at full speed. Realizing, it was the woman she had just been cussing out in her mind, Laura quickly unsheathed her claws before getting into a fighting stance of her own and blocking the kick to her face so it wouldn't leave an ugly<em>hoof </em>print etched into her delicate skin.<strong>"Christ, Mystique. Could you be any more fucking obvious?" </strong><br/><br/>Laura, stood there listening to a now guarded Mystique ramble about it probably having had been her that started<em>this</em>the whole thing at the raft and how it was something Logan would have done had he still be around but Laura just stared at her like she had completely lost her mind and was beginning to wonder if she needed a little help finding it through all of the dead bodies that scoured the place. Laura really couldn't believe her ears. Mystique actually believed everything she had just spilled from her blue lips...and if she hadn't been so amused by the whole incident she probably would have socked her in the face.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, come on Mystique. You can't bullshit your way through this one. This has your name written all over it...but I wouldn't expect anything less, seeing who your boss is. Where is the old bucket head anyway? Didn't decided to stick around to see what his little lovesick puppy was capable of?"</strong><br/><br/>Laura really didn't feel like fighting with Raven. She had gone from arriving at Xavier's to coming to the raft to see the place looking like a complete shit-hole. The last thing she wanted was to fight with Raven...but that didn't mean she wouldn't if the other woman wouldn't back down. Although, she was beginning to wonder if a good hit to the head wouldn't be so bad, considering she needed to knock a few cobwebs loose to get her thinking straight again.<strong>"What the hell have you been drinking, Raven!"</strong>