X-Mansion mingle

[notthemaniwas]

Who: Charles Xavier |anyone visiting/moving into the X-Mansion
When: All February
Where: X-Mansion (residence 15 of region 5 on Kauto)
What: Month-long mingle, let everyone settle and get comfortable, claim rooms, train, whatever
Warnings: None?

With the mansion built and paid for, all there was really left to do was find students, some of whom were already students at the school on Earth, and furnish what they could. It would likely have to come from their own pockets, furnishings for their rooms, food. At least for a little while. Settling on Kauto, there were surely rules and organizations to him to familiarize himself with yet. Some that might provide funding, especially once he started accepting Savrii students.

They'll manage for now at least. And he was sure he could find some use for his own abilities to earn money while here. Legally.

Comments

Hehehehehe

[kuekuatsu]

[Logan is more than used to sharing things. While he's lived most of his life as a lone man, he's also spent quite a fair amount of time in the army, and in a boarding school as well. But since this world doesn't have as many 'talented' kids as New York used to have, he' not expecting angry shouts outside the bathroom, and the loud banging on the door startles him with its restlessness.

That makes him grumpier than usual, and he opens the door sharply with a growl:]

Get yar own bathroom, this one's just for teachers. Ya mind?

[No, Logan is not streaking any hair on his body: he's shaving, and it shows from the foam covering one half of his face, the other half sporting a fresh cut that's slowly healing, one claw out of his right hand. Why use razors when you have the strongest metal fused to your bone claws?]

Who are you?

[He asks with a gruff, giving the red head a look up and down, never retracting the claw back into his hand. Last time there was strangers in the X-Mansion, kids got hurt, or kidnapped.]

rest in piss

[brokeassgoing]

[If Badou wasn't crying whilst doing the pee dance before he certainly is now. At least he's not so far gone that he's got to hold his crotch? But his eye widens at the MOTHERFUCKING CLAW HE'S SHAVING WITH A FUCKING CLAW]

BUT IT'S AN EMERGENCY! I could teach your kids a buttload they need for the real world but only after I get in there!

....Who are you and are you Freddy Krouger's cousin.

[kuekuatsu]

[Normally, this is where either Jean or Ororo would intervene, scolding Logan for scaring one the kids at school before leading the crying young man to the students' bathroom. But Jean is a teenager here, and Storm is not here, and so Logan leans against the door frame.]

Yeah, well so is this. Not sure if you know yet, but a beard gets itchy when it gets too long, and it's been more than a month since I could shave.

[The mention of Freddy Krueger earns Badou a raised eyebrow:]

I don't know. How many claws does he have? [He asks as the two other claws grow out of his hand, a small, smug smile on his lips. He's totally screwing with the kid by now.]

[brokeassgoing]

[there'd be less pee if Jean or Ororo were here. All luck and karma has been used up.

he sighs]

I don't give a shit if you got a beehive on your face, man. My busted kidneys trump your general face shit.

[a long, drawn out whimper slips from his mouth and his knees visibly shake]

TOO FUCKING MANY! KEEP EM IN YOUR PANTS-- HAND-- WHATEVER!

[kuekuatsu]

[Logan doesn't move from his spot. Clearly, he's going to prolong this for as long as he can, for his own amusement.]

Maybe you should. Trust me, you don't want to see me angry from a bee sting. And too bad for your kidneys that you can't heal them, heh?

[The claws draw back into his hand: maybe he's scared the kid enough for now.]

Three's too many? You wouldn't have like this woman I met in Alberta, then. She had five in each hand. She left quite the marks...

[brokeassgoing]

[his hand is on his heart to keep it in because the pee? its crawled back in there's no helping that.]

One I DON'T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE CREEPY ASS KRUGER FUCKING YOU'RE DOING. And two, what the hell do you mean heal them? Can you...?

[kuekuatsu]

[Okay, he's starting to like this kid, if only because he's so easy to troll. Logan raises an eyebrow, looking all offended by the kid's assumptions]

What the hell are you talking about? Why is it always about sex with you kids these days? I fought against and barely survived to tell the tale. [Why Badou thought he was talking about sex is beyond Logan (except not really...)]

Yeah, I can. [And saying so, Logan raises his hand: where the claws had retracted back into his wrists, the cuts between his knuckles are slowly healing.]

What's your mutation? You know, beside having a bladder the size of Texas?

[brokeassgoing]

Of your weird Halloween orgy, yeah, I get that. I respect it. Also: I'm not a kid.

[why do all these old men assume he's a kid? Is it their eyes? Do they need glasses?

More importantly, he squints at Logan's hands.] Well I'll be. Another Heine in the making, maybe with a worse sense of humor. For the record I don't got a mutation.

[kuekuatsu]

[See that, Badou? That's Logan almost rolling his eyes at you. He's over 150 years old, everyone is a kid to him.]

Sure you aren't, kid. [Said with the most convinced tone in the world.

Okay, that there just confused the mutant:]

What's a 'heine'? And if you,re not a mutant, what the hell are you doing in this school?

[Sorry Badou, Logan doesn't trust humans around the school. It never ends well.]

[brokeassgoing]

I'm a man/i>, man. [just side eyeing...and at least you know a little less scared...more or less.]

A Heine's a giant albino douchebag who works as a decent human shield at least. [and now a little more defensive:] I'm here cause a friend of mine is. And I'm looking after her.

[kuekuatsu]

If you say so. Ain't going to argue with that. [Because, you know, in case the kid wants to pull his pants down to prove it.

And that explanation doesn't make any more sense to Logan, so he raises an eyebrow slowly:]

Do I look like a giant albino human shield to ya? [Nope, not even going to deny the douchebag part. That, he can concede to the kid.]

So, your friend. What's her mutation then? Her power, I guess.

[brokeassgoing]

I feel like you wouldn't be a great shield, no. Not for any lack of power-- but you're kinda a dick, man. You and him both heal.

[he agrees with you so much right there]

She has wings. Back home its more...for aesthetics than powers.