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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 2:48 pm
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"F'r chrissakes, Switch, NO! For the LAST time, I will NOT spar with you. Now git, or you'll need to find yourself a new body, 'cause that one'll be fulla holes!" Logan glowered at the minute girl who stood in front of him, hands clenched into fists, propped on her hips, her jaw jutting out in stubborn determination. He ignored her, however, shoving past and storming across the finely manicured lawns of the Xavier Institute. She was calling after him, something pleading and filled with obscenities, but still, he ignored her.
The last thing he wanted to do right now was spar, and certainly not in the danger room. What he wanted was to find stupid Xavier, and have another stupid session about his stupid missing stupid memories.
Rubbing his temples, he looked around, but couldn't spot the bald man anywhere. Scott had said he'd seen him on the lawns...but then again, Scott was an idiot.
"...Do you know where the professor is?" He asked Switch, who was still following him. She paused, mid-tirade, and blinked.
"He left an hour ago, to go and pick something up." She crossed her arms and glared at him, but he groaned, throwing his hands up into the air and ignoring her.
"Great! Wonderful! Just when I needed to talk to him-"
"Does this mean you'll spar with me??" Her voice held a note of hope.
"No." He growled. "Now scram"
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 5:46 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 7:27 am
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He smelled the apple before it got close, just barely dodging it when he ducked. Kat, who was standing opposite him, ducked as well, yelping and peeking over to see who had thrown it.
Now, throwing things at people in the mansion was not something most people advised. Throwing things at Logan, of all the people you could throw things at, was even LESS advised.
"Who asked you, sparky?" Logan turned his scowl on Jason, pointing at him. "If you know what's good for ya, ye'll keep yer nose out of it." Or, he thought, he'd happily slice it off. But, he didn't say that. It was implied.
Kat rolled her eyes and looked back at Jason, grinning and waving.
"Well, since you're a big ole grump, maybe I'll go bother Jason over here. Maybe the next time Prof is in your head, he can make some adjustments and get your grump all smoothed out." She patted Logan's cheek, and skipped merrily over to the kid he still needed to gore for throwing things at him. He growled, low in his throat, and narrowed his eyes at them both.
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