Movie Night! (Faith/open)

[james]

(It's mainly for Faith and Logan but if ya'll wanna show up at the same movie that's fine by me.)

Logan sat in his room bored, he was sick of going to the bars or just aimlessly walking the streets over and over. Wrestless he was, it'd been weeks since he'd pulled out his claws, he debated on going to the danger room and getting in a good workout. Sighing he didn't feel in the mood for that either...he wanted relax and wanted company around.Logan thought for abit, then a genuinely kind smile slid across his face. That was it a Movie.

Standing up and grabbing his coat before locking his door behind him. Logan caught Faith's scent in the air in the hallway of the students bedrooms. Easily following it amongst the many other mutant scents he found her door. He knocked on it with his knuckles, "Hey Faith, lets go!" Is all he said and waited leaning against the wall next to her door.

[lycan]

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Faith was in her room, trying to make heads or tails of fitting in. Her roommates had left her alone, knowing just how much she had liked company. Which was that she liked it, the problem was that she didn’t know how to handle it for long periods without snapping at someone. Surprisingly, her roommates understood this. It was as if someone explained her to them, and she couldn’t help but mentally smirk at that thought. She was enjoying the lone time in her bedroom, that was a rare thing but it was happening none-the-less. Then a familiar scent hit her, and she looked up toward the door.

”Hey Faith, lets go!”

Her father knocked on her door, and her brow burrowed in puzzlement. She didn’t have any lessons with him at this time, and the class he taught for feral mutants had taken place earlier that day. She began to wonder what he wanted with her, but she got up and opened the door anyway. She looked at him, and saw he was ready to go out. Her brow burrowed a bit further, but she reached out to the side and grabbed her own coat. She came out and closed her door behind her. ”What’s up, Dad?” She asked him, her own coat in her hand as it hung at her side. She had already came to the conclusion that perhaps they were going for an outing, and funny thing is that she didn’t mind going anywhere with him.

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TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Open
WORDS :: 250
NOTES :: She is curious…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[james]

Logan smirked rapping an arm around Faith's shoulder, "Time for real daughter and father time." he lead the way out of the mansion. He had just the local theater in mind, nothing of going to New York, just small town of Weschester. " 'Ope ya don't mind. " Logan opened the door of his truck for her before getting in himself and turning the engine over.

Not saying where they were going, he found the right roads to the movie theater. There was a choice of four it showed on the billboard. As he parked he looked at her, "Ever been ta one?" Logan asked not sure if she had or not. I'd been years since he'd gone.

[lycan]

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When her father wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and smirked at her, Faith wasn’t sure what to quite expect of the show of affection from him. He was usually more like her, reserved and slightly emotionally distant. He told her that it was time for some real father and daughter time, and she looked up at him in puzzlement. She didn’t quite grasp the whole father and daughter thing, it didn’t mean that she wasn’t willing to give it a shot. She then followed him out of the mansion to where he had left his truck.

The young feral mutant heard him say that he hoped she didn’t mind spending time with him in his Canadian accent. An accent that she found that she could listen to all day long, and perhaps she thought that she found it calming and soothing against her animal that seems to rage in her sometimes. ”No. I don’t mind, Dad.” She answered him when he got in, and turned on his truck. She then looked down at her hands briefly before looking back up at him and smiled, really smiled. It was a rare thing for her to actually do, as she really didn’t know how. ”Strangely, you’re the only person I actually feel comfortable being around. I trust ya.” She added in confidence to him, absentmindedly picking up his accent if it was only slightly.

”Ever been ta one?”

Faith was actually enjoying the ride with him. Not much words were exchanged between them, but it was the vicinity she was in with him. When Logan finally pulled into the parking lot and parked his truck, she had looked the building over. Surprise evident on her face as she realized they were at a movie theater. She turned to face him when his question reached her, and she shook her head slightly. ”No. Not to go see a film. Whenever I did, it was for…” She trailed off and looked away, not wanting to ruin this. ”Work. I wasn‘t even paying much attention to what was playing, but more to the guy two rows in front me.” She finally finished, letting him fill in what she was omitting.

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TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Open
WORDS :: 366
NOTES :: She hasn’t been just for fun.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[james]

Logan looked to his daughter, slightly felt ocward at that was the only type of situation Faith had been to a theater for. Not the most pleasent to remember. "Come on. 'Opefully this'll be better to remember." He got out of the truck and walked around waiting on her. Walking up to the doors there was choices on the billboard , there was Thor, Pirates of Caribean 5, Fast Five and Smirfs.

Honestly not having a clue on most of them because he never cared to update himself in the Hollywood realm to much. Logan looked to her, "What ya wanna watch?" Logan asked Faith opening the door for her

[lycan]

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Faith felt the awkward silence her confession had created, and she felt slightly guilty for creating it. Her mind immediately went to the conclusion that he might not like her or want anything to do with her now, just because she killed people. Innocent, good people. Her jaw tightened slightly at the memories. Deep down she wanted to have his approval of her, knowing he was the alpha of the pack and she was the pup. The whole pack mentality of her nature was trying to take over on this rocky relationship that perhaps she had just made more rocky. He told her to come on and said that hopefully she’ll remember this better, before getting out and walking around the truck and waited for her to get out. Of course she was already out by the time he reached her side, and she then walked up with him to the front of the theater to look over what was showing. Four movies to chose from, and she knew absolutely nothing on them. Just what the critics were saying on them.

”What ya wanna watch?”

She looked back up at him before looking over the choices again. She had no idea what she wanted to see, so she tried to remember what these critics said about each of them. She had heard good things on Thor and Fast Five. Pirates of Caribbean and The Smurfs were way low. So she actually ended up biting her bottom lip in thought for a moment. The poster looked better for Thor than Fast Five. She followed him inside the building, and stuck to him like glue. She hoped that no one there was a Weapon X agent watching her, waiting for her to arrive. ”The Thor poster looks it might be fun, Dad. The critics say it is worth it too.” She told him as they approached the counter. She didn’t know that her eyes were sweeping the lobby around her out of habit, looking for the tail-tale signs of agents that could be watching, looking out for her. She was a bit nervous and she was sure her father could tell.

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TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Open
WORDS :: 359
NOTES :: She wants to go see Thor, and she hopes no one is watching her…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[roflcopterpaul]

So, this is what is has come to? Being born into a world where ones own father tried to murder you... Raised as a killing machine without emotion to take revenge on the one that ruined your life... Traveling the globe in search for that man while also learning enough to know that you had the strength to kill him... Stalking his place of residence for days on end to learn which one of the hundreds of scents belonged to him... Following it to finally see who he is... The infamous Wolverine. The unstoppable killing machine that was widely known for killing without remorse if it was what needed to be done. He was a monster, a brutal force of destruction to all those that stepped in his way. He was... On a movie date with his daughter. . . ?

'What the fu-'

The words were spoke in silence within his head as he watched what was going on. From everything he had heard, from what he had been told countless times before, he was expecting to find this man standing atop a cliff of corpses, a head in his hand like a trophy. Yet here he was, being a freakin' family man. Either someone had given him some wrong information, or this Wolverine had taken a wrong turn somewhere and needed a little correcting. Normally, Daken easily stood out in a crowd at first glance, largely from his signature mohawk and the large tribal tattoo that covered his entire right arm. Though he was doing some reconnaissance today and wanted to blend in, so he was dressed quite regular today. He was wearing baggy brown pants and a hooded sweater to match, along with some regular sneakers. The hood was pulled up so that it hid all of his features, concealing his face and hair within the shadows created by the apparel.

His nose twitched once more as he again took in all of the scents around, easily pinpointing those two. Their scents were similar to one another, even more alike than parent and child, which was strange. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched them closer, his sensitive ears picking up everything they said as if he was standing right beside, which was impressive since he was several meters away in the crowded and noisy lobby. Not only was he watching them without them being aware, but he would not even be detected by the famous Wolverine's powerful sense of smell. Daken controlled his own pheromones and was completely masking his scent, so that he was non-existent to even the most talented of noses. Upon hearing the name of the movie, Daken immediately headed toward the proper theatre. He walked past the usher that was taking tickets from those which entered.

"I already gave you my ticket."

He said softly without so much as glancing up at the man. The young male that worked there paused in confusion for a moment, but after a few passing seconds, he merely smiled and nodded, then turned his attention to the rest of the people approaching. Daken's pheromone control allowed him to deceive, to persuade, to tamper with senses and emotions. He controlled those near him and they could not notice it before it was too late. Daken just walked past him a few feet around the corner that everyone had to turn to enter the seating area of the theater. He then leaned his back against the wall, his hands in his pockets, seemingly unusually relaxed considering the reason that he was actually there. A battle zone, a jungle in the midst of war, a building destroyed in an explosion that was the result of a badass fight; there were plenty of places he always envisioned that he would originally meet his father, but this... This was definitely not what he had been expecting. None the less, he would come face to concealed face with his father today for the first time as soon as the deceivingly elderly man turned the corner with his female kin. If what he had heard was correct, which he was sure it was, there was literally no way that he could ever kill him, but at least the surprise itself would be one hell of a hello.

[james]

Logan grabbed her hand and squeezed, "Hey relax, ya look like a chicken trying to escape the cage before the butcher comes iwth the axe. Thor it is. " He chuckled letting go of her hand and buying two tickets. Returning back in line with her "Plus your to young to worry. Just get comfort that most likely if I'm around you they'll be more willing to snag me...the original. "He was throughly joking about it trying to lighten the mood. Logan handed her some 3D glasses.

As they walked up to the ticket-man, Logan almost felt his senses were dull in some way. Things were totally normal nothing looked suspisious in anyway possible, but his animal sixth sense was stronger than any humans. It was just the tiniest awareness that something was wrong. But through his many years he'd learn to listen to it. Logan eye'd people up and around him, everything seemed fine, he handed the tickets over. Even though it may have seemed rude Logan purposefully positioned himself infront of Faith, he didn't even let her through the movie door first. He went first , "Ya every heard of 3D movies? I hear they're quiet the poppers." Not really paying attention to what he said as he looked back at her. Just trying to say something to keep her mind off his sudden shift of actions.

[lycan]

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Faith felt him grab her hand and squeezed it. She quickly squeezed it back, somehow drawing comfort from the fact that he was trying to help her a bit. He then suggested she relaxed and then compared her to a chicken in a cage and something about a butcher and an axe. He chuckled and let go of her hand, to buy their tickets to the movie and then returned to the line with her. He then told her in a mood that she could tell was a joking one, that she was too young to worry and that she should get comfort from the fact that she was with him. He then added that if they were indeed in the lobby, they would most likely try to grab him as he was the original. He then handed her a pair of 3D glasses, and she took them looking up at him. ”You maybe the original, Dad. But I’m still their property…” She told him looking away and down to the floor in front of her.

As they approached the usher, she notices something was slightly off. Not anything that could alarm her, but just enough to tell her that something wasn’t quite right. Her gut instinct was telling her to stick behind her father like glue as they walked through the hallways and approached the theater where their movie was showing. She began to wonder why she was suddenly attaching herself to Logan, while she was of course trained to rush into a confrontation not to run away. The only thing she could think of was that her animalistic nature was bowing down to the alpha male, and letting her father protect her. Something that she hadn’t had the experience of happening in her sixteen years of her life, and for once she didn’t mind being a kid, a child. She didn’t mind being Wolverine’s daughter, and someone who appeared not to know how to fight and defend herself or others. She didn’t mind not being a girl who could kill someone swiftly and quickly before her victims knew what hit them.

”Ya every hear of 3D movies? I hear they’re quiet the poppers.”

Faith and her father had just entered the theater, with her right behind him. She noticed that he was looking back at her, and she hoped that he didn’t notice her urge and need to shield herself from the crowd around them with him. But she doubted that he hadn’t, instead she was sure that he had. ”I hear that wearing these glasses make the movie pop out of the screen, and that the experience is suppose to be memorable.” She answered him, showing him her glasses as she spoke about them. However something still seemed off, and she inched herself closer to her father almost as if she scared and frightened of the whole situation. Thing is that since she couldn’t quite tell what exactly was wrong, she didn’t know how to respond to it. She was trusting Logan to protect her, keep her out of harms way.

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TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Open
WORDS :: 514
NOTES :: She is sticking behind her father like a frightened little girl of about the age of five… So yeah, he went first.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[roflcopterpaul]

Daken stayed where he was, relaxed with his back against the wall as he waited patiently for those that he had come here to "visit". It would not take long before the duo turned the corner, latched on to one another like mother and infant, a sickening sight in Daken's eyes. He could not believe that this man could have possibly been the Wolverine that he had heard so much about, as what he was seeing seemed to display the exact opposite about every one of those tales. Still, he had followed this scent from the gates of the Institute to inspect just what it was, having stalked every last one of them to try to figure it out. Could it be, that after several decades, he had finally found the man that had made his life a living hell? There was only one way to find out.

::Snikt::

The sound that was famous across the globe would be heard in the hall of the movie theater, only to those with ears sensitive enough to hear the subtle noise, or those standing close enough. Wolverine and his lady friend covered both of those bases, but even for them, they would not hear it in time. Two metal-coated claws had slid out from the top of his hand as his arm jerked forward in a swift and silent motion the second the pair turned the corner, being unaware of the danger that awaited without a scent. Daken's knuckles would likely meet with the young girls skin, just outside her kidney, leaving the long claws buried deep into her innards. He did not know who she was, and he did not care about her existence, but he was glad she was here. After all, she did seem to be his daughter, both from their conversation and the strikingly similar scent between the two. From all he had heard, he was sure that the Wolverine could not be killed, not unlike himself, but this little girls' sudden death would be just the spark that was needed to invoke the wrath of the man that he wanted to interrogate. The anger that he hoped to see would be escalated a great degree more by use of his own powers. As soon as he would impale the girl, his pheromones, which were previously concealed to completely mask his scent, would now be used to tamper with the man before him, forcing him to feel one thing as much as naturally possible... Anger.

"I am looking for an animal called Weapon X. Seen him around? I heard he wiggled out of his collar some time ago."

Daken said, his voice lacking any emotion whatsoever. He did not express anger, sorrow, or even amusement. For now, he remained unusually calm about this situation of murdering an innocent girl just for some answers from her supposed father, or so he thought. Daken barely peered up at the older man from beneath the darkness of his hood that remained atop his head to momentarily keep his identity hidden. Of course, hiding it served no purpose, since Wolverine had never seen him, nor did he know of his existence.

[james]

Logan was still getting use to the fact of having a kid to protect but yet it almost seemed like instinct to protect your pack. Faith was new to it but all the same she was apart of it, Rogue, Jean and a few others of the old team counted as well. Though not first in lead of the X-team he still had a sense of leadership when he needed it. Faith's body heat just was a sign of how close she was following behind him. He'd noticed she was still acting tense but so was he, though he didn't mind the crowd as bad as she did in anyway. He'd only gotten use to it, if anything bring back memories or the wars, close tight quarters waiting next to all the other soldiers to be shot down once the back door opened to the beach filled with horrors.

It was almost a click in his mind hearing the unshealthing of claws. Yet they were not his own and too quick before he'd realized it a man lunged from the back wall as they were barely around the corner. Straight at Faith, blades similar to Logan's glinted in the flashing screen of comerials light. The outburst was a sudden rage in Logan he hadn't felt in a long time, but the crowd instantly broke out in scream and pushed Logan back. Anger just filled his mind as his daughter was being attacked but he had to control himself...civilians. They were running around thinking it was just a gang stabbing for now.

Logan had been pushed out of arms length from Faith by the crowd. Thinking quick and pushed to the door closing it, heard a thuck, "Sorry Bub." Somebody must've been trying to get in when he slammed it shut and locked it. With that done he unsheathed his own lovely set of claws, crowd horrified as usual ran away a majority of them already running to the exist, people upfront still had no idea what was going on. Finally about to turn his attention to the attacker, only thing that came to his mind was X or Ace as some new the man as. A mutant that had been tracking him and used Rogue before to get to Logan and now his daughter.

"That's It I'm done with your Bull**** Bub!" the words roared from his throat as he went to push Faith out of the way while aiming to slash the man's side and hip with his other hand. It had been an instant fear in him that Faith was hurt but had to realize she had the same healing power as him. Unlike other many people he put in danger by just living she'd actually live and he wouldn't have to worry of a few nicks and scratches.

(Logan closing the door can be Faith's opening at Daken)

[lycan]

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Faith knew that there was a reason that she could completely relax while out in public, and when she heard a familiar sound that she knew to be a sound of claws extending. She had made a similar sound for as long as she could remember when she unsheathed her own set of claws, and she knew she wasn’t extending hers. Her eyes darted to her father’s hands to see that he wasn’t doing it either, and her mind immediately went to the conclusion that there was someone else like them there in the theater and they were being attacked. Before she could formulate a course of action, the crowd around them began screaming and pushing her father away from her. She watched as a man wearing a hoodie rushed her, and she turned at the last moment in an effort to make a hasty retreat. Instead she caught a set of long shiny claws into her side embedded all the way up to the man’s knuckles, and she howled in pain as she did. She had been stabbed like that before, back at the lab, but it still hurt like hell. She watched her father from the corner of her eye, and then when he made a move for the door she reached her opposite hand toward his wrist.

Her plan was to force him to remove his claws from her side, and as she heard her father close the theater door she closed the distance between her and her attacker. ”A word to the wise. If you are going to attack someone, you better be damn sure you know what they are capable of.” She hissed at him as she closed the area between them, her side bleeding but not quite as bad as it would have been if she was normal. She could feel her healing factor working to fix the damage, and she smirked at the man showing him her animalistic smile. She then kept her free wrist straight as she aimed for the same place he stabbed her with her fist. She had planned on landing a hard punch, and then releasing her own set of claws into him. It was her way of saying ‘surprise you’re not the only one with claws’, and all of this counterattack had spurred from her life long training of Weapon X.

"That's It I'm done with your Bull**** Bub!"

Faith heard her father’s angry roar, and smelled it rolling off of him. She heard his heavy footsteps rush toward them, and next thing she knew was that he had pushed her away. She stumbled backward a few steps placing her hand on her wounds just to check on the progress of how much has been done with the healing. When she was sasistied that she wasn’t going to collaspe from blood loss, she turned to face the man that had stabbed her and growled a low dangerous warning, and held out both of her hands to the side with her wrists straight. The unmistakable snikt could be heard as she extend both set of her claws, but not in a way of attacking anyone. This was more of in a way of self defense if by some miracle the man got past her father and would attempt to attack her again. She of course ignore the screams and retreat of further people as they saw her show off her own set of shiny blades that matched her father’s.

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TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Open
WORDS :: 580
NOTES :: She doesn’t take kindly to getting stabbed…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[roflcopterpaul]

Daken smirked slightly at the sound of screams and panic that filled the air now, everyone thinking this was just a regular act of violence, yet nobody could imagine how dangerous this situation really was. The girl went to retaliate, but Daken would thrust his own free hand down to smack her forearm away as she went to punch him, then was helped even more as the girl was pushed away by Logan. Daken smirked as the rage showed, the older man having locked the doors in an attempt to isolate what was about to happen before he started his own retaliation. It amused Daken, pleased him even, glad to see that this was the man whom he had been looking for all this time, for so many years. As Wolverine pushed the girl away, either to keep her safe or to savor the murder of their attacker for himself, he also slashed at Daken with his free hand. A quick release of pheromones would ensure that this fight went exactly as intended for Daken, manipulating the superhuman senses of the two people here that were just like him, older and younger. In doing so, they would have a vastly slowed reaction time and hindered perception, allowing Daken to freely move without interception, often mistaken for him being able to move at superhuman speeds or even teleport.

As the arm came toward his side to slash him, Daken ducked and thrust his left arm upward toward the attacking limb, two claws of that hand jutting out so that he would impale Logan's forearm, wedging the metal claws within the gap provided from the space between the two bones of his forearm. This would keep him from using that arm against him, at least until he got free. As he did this, he would push himself forward as his right hand moved in an uppercut fashion, aiming to stab his father in the chest, just under the rib cage, with his claws going upward to embed into his heart. If all went well, Daken would be standing only inches away from his father, his left hand held out to the side to keep Wolverine from using his own right hand, with his left hand against the older mans chest, an action that would have instantly killed anyone else.

"If what I have heard is right, I won't be able to kill you, and that girl of yours looks to be the same. Still, if I rip her heart out of her chest, it would at least keep her out of commission for a few minutes so we can... Chat. No?"

[james]

Even with the trickery of the pheramone Logan could still sense something was off. He'd had way more years on this kid to know not to expect surface appearance and show from other mutants. Even with healing factor it didn't stop the searing pain run through his arm as he roared out at being stabbed by this unknown attackered. Catching on this guy had similar move tactics as he, uppercuts with his claws

Logan swiftly brought his other hand around just in time as the tips of Daken's claws barely sliced open his skin. He grabbed his wrist forcing it against Daken's own chest as Logan's claws were aimed for his shoulder, "Obviously your not X. To much talk!" Logan snarled and yanked his right arm down resisting Daken trying to keep his arm out of commision, he finally got his scent it was wrong. At same time he went for hard knee into the guy's nerve of his thigh, hopefully two movements would distract him a little to shut up. As well if his claws had imbedded into his shoulder and still had the set of claws embedded through his arm, Logan let out a roar of pain and rage. Using the hold he had to twist and pull Daken around to loose his footing and throw him away into the theater chairs. Or at least that was his attempt.

[lycan]

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Faith stood off to the side, watching the confrontation between their attacker and her father. Her mind racing a mile a minute, going through possible outcomes of this fight and truth be told she wasn’t liking what she was predicting. She growled even loudly when their attacker stabbed her father in the arm, and she took a few steps forward in order to help him. The only thing that stopped her momentarily was the fact that the attacker threatened to rip her heart out, and she growled low and threateningly. She immediately crouched into a defensive position, and glared at the hooded man. ”Come and try it dummy.” She grounded out, opening the invitation for him to attack her again.

”Obviously your not X. To much talk!”

She knew from the start that this guy wasn’t with them. He didn’t stick of the government that she could smell from a ways away. No matter whatever he was doing with his own scent, no one could mask that stench that she came to despise. Her eyes darted around the theater, and thankfully noticed that it was now empty as the innocent humans had the common sense to vacate the room. However, watching this man hurt her father so soon after attempting to kill her only made her angry. She was on the verge of losing all control, and that wasn’t good. She knew that and she felt her hand clench into fists as she fought back the animal that she had given into so easily in the past when attacked like this. She watched as he went to stab her father in his chest, and she growled even more. Her growl was cut short when she saw him counter that strike by forcing the guy’s own claws against his chest and her father’s claws went for his shoulder. She felt like she couldn’t stand there and not help, so thinking that her father would eventually throw their attacker into the seats she did something she was good at. She quickly climbed the wall that separated the entrance and the main area.

Faith literally melted into the shadows like she was trained and waited for the right moment. She was going to have to be extra careful on how she proceeds from here on out, and she is going to have to do it quickly before their attacker could react. She was used to waiting, and that is what she was going to have to do. Wait until mister ‘I am going to rip your heart out’ was distracted enough and then strike. Would be much better if his back was turned against her, so that he wouldn’t see her coming. I didn’t think I would be using this again, but I guess I was wrong… She thought to herself as she watched Logan yank his embed arm down, and kneed the guy in the thigh before attempting to throw him into the chairs. If all went well as planned, the attacker would land within a quick jump from her position that she could easily perform. She crouched and prepared for the jump, and once he wasn’t paying her any attention she would execute said jump to embed both sets of her claws into his collar bone.

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TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Open
WORDS :: 545
NOTES :: She is not going to stand by and watch her father get hurt…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!