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tushanshu_ooc2016-07-06 11:18 pm
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It's been a weird welcome, and he wasn't sure he believed the idea that time stood still back home, but what was home now? He'd gone back to a younger self and was a bit stuck there. Near drowning at one moment and then here? For all he knew he finally died and this was his punishment. This was the strange mutant hell that wasn't too bad but wasn't really his idea of a good time either.
Why can't he just settle down, on his own, and be left alone? Why did these weird things always happen to him? Such is life, he supposed.
Being new here he's trying to do a few things. One, see if any one he knows is here. Anyone who would know him. the Professor maybe, young or old, or any of the kids. He needed to find out if the plan worked or not. For a second thing? He was trying to learn the area. Figure it all out, so... he's wandering.
And looking for a damn cigar. After everything that has happened, he needed one.
(b)
This is not food.
This is not how food should move.
He sat at a table where a plate had just been placed before him and stared. Stared at it for some time. He was pretty sure it moved. He was also sure that food shouldn't be that vibrant of a color.
"Come on, buddy, what is this?" he asked the waiter, who simply shrugged and said it was today's special, like he ordered. Logan watched the man walk off before curling his nose at his place. Oh, he's eaten a lot worse. What harm can it do?
(c)
Incoming! Some creature with huge wings swooped down and grabbed at a young woman, who screamed and kicked and gave it a good flailing fight. Logan didn't even need to think before he stepped into action. Dropping bone claws out of his knuckles, his hands flexed into fists as he ran at it.
Sinking the claws into it's thigh, the creature dropped the girl, who tried to duck and cover herself on the ground. Logan, swinging his other fist in attack, snarled at it, jabbing the head that tried to take a stab at him. "Get out of here! Go!" He yelled darkly at the kid, who whimpered and started to scurry off at a crawling run.
The one he was fighting bled, fought and snapped, then flew up again. There were others though. He turned around, claws out and glaring, seeing that people were running while the flying creatures dove for them.
"All right, bub. You're asking for it." He said to no one, starting to charge, running towards another that someone was fighting with. He jumped for it, aiming to sink some claws into it's head.
B!
"In some cultures, turning one's nose up at their food is a grave offense. Though I don't know what it say about you when your food turns it's nose up at you, ein freund."
Kurt smiles a toothy smile, and removes his hat so as to be more easily identified.
A.
"Hello, darling, lost?" She asks, sipping her wine.
She's a young looking thing, at least. And smells somewhat like some sort of hospital soap, if he gets close enough. But there's something ancient about her eyes....