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after like a million years oh my god

[personal profile] danzan 2018-09-11 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"You old enough to drink yet?"

Logan's skin is still melting and healing as fast it melts, what with his upper body having been spattered with whatever substance made up the blood of the last creature they'd fought. "Because I could go for a fucking beer after this."

Lately the X-Men had been working with the government for big, secret things like this-- mutants were apparently helpful so long as nobody knew they were being helpful, and though Logan had obvious problems with that, he also couldn't tell Charles "no". They needed rapport with the government, he said. Helping them now would help us later, he said.

So now here Logan is helping a guy named Hellboy, apparently because Logan's the only one sturdy enough (with the adamantium and the healing factor) to take the same shit this one did. The stupidity of the name isn't lost on him, but at least he doesn't say so out loud.

He takes one last look at the poor boat rental shop they'd totalled, and then the dead mess of a monster on the shore just barely touching the ocean (it'd tried to escape into it), and lets out a huff. "We supposed to just leave this guy here for the feds to clean up?"
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[personal profile] danzan 2018-09-12 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Logan looks down at himself, the continuous melt and regrow of his muscles sending his nerves in enough of a frenzy that it just all feels like one big, numb sensation. "...right."

His pants are melting off too, he realises. God damn it.

"Normal water's gonna get this off?"

It's not like he knows anything about the occult. He does, however, know that the boat rental shop also did surf rentals, and finds a faucet somewhere around the building with running water. It's a bit of an awkward thing moving to lie down in the small space meant for the water to splash and slide down the drain, but the water smacks him in the chest and Logan shuts his eyes to keep the blood from getting in his eyes, of all things.

"Ugh. Jesus."

At least this teaches him what to expect next time, though.

Turning his unseeing eyes towards where he can hear Hellboy's breathing, Logan chirps: "Beer's on me when we go."
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[personal profile] danzan 2018-09-12 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
The thought of his wallet melting from hellspawn blood makes Logan snort, one eye opening to peer Hellboy's way. "I keep my wallet in my back pocket."

Good thing, too, because when the feeling in his chest returns and he realises he isn't melting any more, the front of Logan's trousers have pretty much gone to shit. Quite a few inches off the hem have melted off, and the ends where they stopped are charred as if they'd been burned with fire.

He sits up, then reaches behind him to where the back portion of his jeans are sagging downward in an open flap with nothing up front to support them. True to form, his wallet's safe and sound, though he imagines being wet'll probably work wonders for the old leather.

"Heads up," he says, tossing it Hellboy's way. He pulls his ruined jeans off and stands there in boxer shorts, though takes note of how the upper part of the garter up front have the same terrible, burnt edges on them. "There should be, uh... eighty dollars in there? Whatever." And clearly he isn't too concerned with Hellboy just taking the cash and bolting. There're some pictures in there too and a points cards for groceries and all, but nothing for credit.

Logan's jeans are just as wrecked as the shop, so he dumps them in a trash bin, may they rest in peace. Then he walks over. In his boxers and his boots.

"Is there a bar without the 'no shirt, no shoes, no service' mantra?"
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[personal profile] danzan 2018-09-20 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ha. Giving himself another look, Logan concedes. "Okay."

And with that, he walks over, passing Hellboy and making his way from the shore back to the pier, and then back to civilisation entirely. His microphone and tracker's pretty much been burnt to shit, but he gives Hellboy's a cursory look as they walk, hand lifting to gesture his own index finger towards his ear in reference to it.

"You still gotta keep that on you?" He doesn't know the protocols for this, really. Charles had handled most of the logistics and Logan hadn't paid enough attention after being briefed by someone even worse at holding his attention than Cyclops. But, off-handedly, it'd be nice to talk without the knowledge some old white fucks in a garbage truck would be listening to their every word.

"Where the hell's the nearest convenience store..."
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[personal profile] danzan 2018-09-20 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Looking over his shoulder where Hellboy walks slightly behind him, Logan raises a brow at him. "What makes you think I can't?"

He's been in worse situations than underwear and shoes and gone on foot for miles like that, after all.

Not that he'd happily brag about it.