<br/><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, heading towards inside<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>: Wolverine<br/><hr/>Daken stared at Wolverine curiously, his face and even his scent still not betraying a thing of what he felt inside. This man, who he had hated for decades, finally in front of him and for once they weren't trying to kill each other. Yet. The anger threatened to boil over, the hatred made his claws itch to unsheathe. But Daken needed to find the truth. He had to know if it was all a lie. If Romulus had made the whole thing up. And Wolverine was the only person who could answer that.<br/><br/>Logan turned to go and Daken followed, glancing towards the other students who had gathered around a bit curiously before looking back to his father, walking for a while in silence towards his office. But Daken wasn't really much one for being quiet, so eventually he spoke up as they walked.<br/><br/>"Interesting bunch ya managed to scrounge up here," he said, "Half of them wanted to offer me some snacks and half of them wanted to try to cut me in half."