<div class="floatleft">(http://s3-ak.bebo.com/image/11071301904a12988596288ml.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Logan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Westchester, New York, The Xavier Institute<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, Black undershirt, Boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Danger Room Team<br/><hr/>Reality seemed to surge. There was too much color in everything, and everything seemed to be glowing. Logan scowled as the sim suddenly disappeared, replaced by the comparatively drab reality of the simulation room, the size of a school gym and covered in white panels. Sure, the students were green and maybe a little too young to be starting off fighting Sentinels alone, but they were hardly alone. Kurt was around and so was he to make sure that things stayed under control. If these kids ever got into a fight with real Sentinels, it wasn't like they were going to disappear as soon as things got out of hand.<br/><br/>It wasn't good to coddle them, Logan thought as he puffed on his cigar, but it wasn't his place to tell Ororo how to handle her students. It was his place, however, to shoot dirty glances at the control room in hopes that she would notice them and his disapproval as he cracked his knuckles. His eyes turned onto the dragon that one of the students had become," Well well well, bub, looks like we ended this sim too soon. I woulda liked to see what something with five heads could do," He patted Myth on the shoulder and headed towards the elevator, pinging it open and holding it open for the students.<br/><br/>"Next comes something that will make you all wish you were going head on with Sentinels in your underpants," His grin showed his elongated canines," Calculus."