<div class="floatleft">(http://i1253.photobucket.com/albums/hh596/honoraryorange/MU/Characters/3f8fb482-4d30-4e04-9e42-e0c921f6254b_zpsf053236a.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name</strong>: Daken<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Basketball Courts<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 1, morning<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Shirtless, black jeans, tattoos, shirt tucked into back of pants<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Surge, Nightcrawler, Wolverine<br/><hr/>Surge asked Daken about his Japanese descent and he gave her a small grin, "Yes. Half technically, though I definitely seem to take a bit more after my father than I do my mother." There was a definite bit of a crowd developing, and Daken could scent other people around too, there definitely were some that weren't directly showing themselves either. He supposed he shouldn't really be surprised.<br/><br/>Nightcrawler was still acting cautious, which Daken supposed was wise even if he found all of the posturing greatly amusing. He did manage not to laugh though.<br/><br/>The scent of his father was on his nose long before he actually caught sight of the man and he didn't have to wait long for Wolverine to show. Daken's smiling face hardened into a grim mask as Wolverine finally joined them, and his scent would reveal nothing about his feelings to his father. "I decided maybe I'd try not stabbing people this time," he said as he glanced around, waiting for the crowd to start to disperse, "And calling doesn't work too well. Should I just call the front desk and ask for you next time? For some reason I don't think they'd pass me through." He gave a small hint of a smirk.<br/><br/>"I am here because I need information," he said, "And because we need to talk. Privately."