<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.amctheatres.com/titles/images/Poster/Large/67_wolverine_2C29.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, one sock<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Logan was used to a class with a bit more of a sense of humor. This bunch took themselves too seriously. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe they needed to be a bit firmer on their pupils. Spare the rod and whatnot. But still. Seriously? Apples? In a training room like this? "That's not the way I'd put it," he growled at Nuo," Quit bouncing, we ain't going to box in here half-pint. Here's where you unlearn everything you've learned before and learn useful shit, like staying alive," He gave Japheth an odd look.<br/><br/>How long have I been drinking?<br/><br/>Ragnar looked like he was about to explode. Severe issues, that kid. He smelled weird too. Come to think of it, so did Japheth. He ran his hand across his nose. The hippie needed to put his shirt back on. What did he think he was doing here anyway, going modelling? Yeah, the lot of them needed to grow up and fast. And... well, Ororo knew just how to accelerate that Process. Logan grinned at the man, showing off his elongated canines. Show him what a myth he was if Logan got past his warm-up stages.<br/><br/>"Hey look, sentinels," Logan sighed," Cuz we've never fought those fuckers before. Sure I can't just kill these critters and get back to working on my hangover?" He asked Storm.