12749/Two warriors talking about life with a beer

Two warriors talking about life with a beer
Date of Scene:	25 February 2021
Location:	Scott's Room (North Halls), Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Scott and Logan talk about life, Victor and fashion trends.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Cyclops

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Wolverine has posed:
Trip back to the school was uneventful. Listening to tunes, drinking a few beers (they're american so there's honestly no chance of intoxication, don't drink and drive), Logan pulls into the parking area and slams the door behind him with a flick of his fingers. Ring of keys dangling from his index, twisting over into his palm rythmically, he heads upstairs.. pausing at Jean and Scott's door.

Knocking the backs of his extended knuckle against it clak clak clak "Jean or Scooter. You guys in there?" She did have to go a state over, but... she's got them Pheonix powers. "I got beer." He does. A sixer of Blue. The good shit.

Cyclops has posed:
Footsteps are heard approaching the door, followed by the handle turning as Scott Summers opens it. "You have beer, huh?" The field leader is dressed in a pair of khakis with a dark green sweater, with what appears to be a button down shirt underneath by the collar that is popped up and folded out the neck. While school is in session, he dresses practically like a boring principal, despite not holding any type of actual leadership here at the school.

As he steps to the side, he gives a glance around. "Jean isn't here at the moment. She called and said she would be handling some student issues and will be back later tonight." As he heads back towards the desk set up, he closes the lid with a light click of his laptop. No more spreadsheets for today.

"How was your day? You're not bleeding and your clothes aren't torn apart so I'm assuming you've had a rather boring day?"

Wolverine has posed:
"Yeah, beer." Logan confirms by holding it up in an out stretched hand. Offering the carton to Scott and taking one for himself, he steps through the opening into the room and pushes it closed behind him with a flick of his wrist. Hat off, beer craddled against his side with his elbow, he combs fingers back through his hair and tosses the hat to the side towards the desk near Scott's laptop.

"Saw her. Down in Mutant town with Warren and Andrea. Said she had to go to Idaho or something.. I didnt ask a lot of questions." She's a big girl, certainly can take care of some school shit without a Wolverine trailing behind her. "Figured she might be back, though."

AAnother grunt as he drops down on the couch and stretches his arm across the back after opening his beer. "Ha, fuckin', ha. You look like Mister Rogers finger fucked a sears catelog."

Cyclops has posed:
There is a slight snort of amusement from Scott as he takes a beer from the carton, then places it down on the desk in a symmetrical manner so not to appear crooked. Cracking it open with a hiss, he takes a sip, then settles down on the couch next to him. "Idaho, huh?"

He furrows his brows in thought, then reaches into his pocket to take out his phone and send off a text that can be easily seen. << Heard you went to Idaho. Let me know if everything is okay. Love you. >>

"How's is Warren and Andrea doing?" He asks, followed by taking another long pull of the beer as he gives a lick of his lips afterwards. "How are /you/ doing? Hank said that the tests came back successful that you should be back to your old self again, perhaps even a bit improved with the reversal of this Cure."

Wolverine has posed:
"Or something." Logan adds to the question, nodding his head fractionally as Scott drops down beside him. Not flinching away as he might have a while ago, but he does rub his palm across his jaw with a little scrap of callous against stubble.

"Couldn't go without sendin' a text could ya?" A smirk quirking the corner of his mouth, brow arching just slightly with a side glance at the field leader.

Shrugging a shoulder, "Both seem fine. Want to put someone on the board of directors at that school down in Mutant Town." Flicking his fingers off his beer, which he brings up for a long pull. "I said we should just go rough'em up and make them do right, but I got over ruled." As to the last question and comment, "Right as the daisies." Patting his flat abdomen. "Fought a bear, just to be sure."

Cyclops has posed:
"You know me. It's always good to have an exit stragegy, especially in Idaho." Scott says with a bit of humor in his voice, though the smile on his face is brief. He puts the phone to the side, then goes back to nursing on his beer as he pours his thoughts into the can, then beyond.

"Putting someone on the school board, huh?" There is a frown upon his face as he ponders over his own names of potential candidates. "I suppose that is something to look into. I think we take for granted how easy it is that our students at Xavier's has it here. There is only so many rooms to fill after all. What was their plan in regards to the school?" He asks as he glances over towards the hairy Canadian.

"Is Warren going to create a competing school for mutants?"

Wolverine has posed:
"Mhm... Esp-" Scott beats him to it and Logan snorts into a smirk with a curt side nod and roll of his neck. "You got it." Another drink, bottle held between his fingers turn it up in a splash across his lips.

"Do they?" A glance at the door, brow raised. "I don't know, we're not raisin' a bunch of pussies here or nothing... Ellie, Noriko, fuckin' Quentin. Those kids are hardassed as a rebar. Some of them might benefit from public schoolin', but I wouldn't say they've got it /easy/. Sheltered, perhaps." He's right about there only being so many rooms, though.

The wild man nods to that, glancing back at Scott when he looks his way.

"Maybe. We can field rival hokey teams. It'll be a gas."

Cyclops has posed:
"MMm. Those three spend far too much time in detention and less time in their classrooms. They just lack motivation, or at least the right type." Scott says in regards to the students named off. "The idea of us raising mutant soldiers has long passed. Now I just want to see good kids graduate and go on to achieve their dreams and careers to the best of their ability. I do not fault The Professor for the decisions he made when he recruited us years ago. He prepared for us for a world that hates us. But, the times are starting to shift, slowly, but they are shifting."

There's a motion of his free hand upwards into the air. "I want our students to be able to take care of themselves, but I also want to see them go to college as opposed to joining the X-Men and fighting the likes of Magneto."

There's a slight sigh in his throat as he brings the can up to his lips one more, taking a small sip before he furrows his brows. "I just hope that is achievable."

Wolverine has posed:
"Yeah... well." Logan sounds dubeous. Shaking his head slowly as he finishes his first beer and sets the empty bottle down on the floor between his feet, "I don't know about raising an army, but as long as those kids know the possibility of joinin' a paramilitary mutant force exists, they're gonna keep tryin' to join it. That's a fact.. Even Shannon, and that kid was as meek as a pussy cat when she got here, is gunnin' for a slot."

His fingers curl on his jaw, then lays out across the back of the couch cushion behind Scott's head. "You want them to achieve success, then the focus needs to be more on social success and less on..." The X-Men. He cants his head slightly and shrugs, "I hope you can make it happen, but I don't think the worlds done pissin' on mutants just yet."

Cyclops has posed:
"I'm not sliding them applications to join the team anytime soon. I gave Megan a spot on the team after the last graduating class. Jay, Josh and Andrea all turned it down so they can focus on their college lives. To be honest, that pleased me more than I let on. All of them were exceptional in the New Mutant program, but I am glad they are looking for something different. But, yes, Shannon is gunning for a position. She has put the time in, but she's not quite ready yet."

Scott rubs his chin with his hand thoughtfully. Unlike Logan's, his face and chin are smooth of stubble. "She has issues following direction and tends to .. yeet herself into the middle of a situation even after she was ordereed to do the opposite. Her role as a support and recon member doesn't seem to settle well with her. I'm not about to strap a gun to her back and give her tactical armor so she can mix it up with a Reaver."

He leans back into the cushions of the couch, feeling his weight sink.

Wolverine has posed:
"Is that how you really feel, Scooter?"

Logan doesn't interrupt, which is growth, but he's not above teasing. Forehead furrowed with eyes cutting to the side, "And did you just say yeet? I heard one of the kids say that... what does that shit even mean?" Generational gaps are one thing, but try being the ancient, almost actual, caveman that lives in the woods by the lake.

Then, with the quiet of sighs, his hand slides down to pat Scott on the oposite shoulder. "For every Foley there's gonna be a Shannon. She's got a big ass pair of brass nuts, though, I'll give her that. Healin' people and takin' their injuries on themselves when she doesn't even /have/ to?" Swatting a hand through the air.

"No, y'all never turn that kid away. She's got it in her head now."

Cyclops has posed:
"It's how I really feel. The Professor had a dream, and I have one as well. To create a body of students who can be successful in the real world outside of this mansion within a society that accepts them. Good, strong, academic minds .. who can also handle themselves in the Danger Room." Scott says with another motion of his hand upwards, a quick flutter of fingers.

"I did say yeet. Bobby is saying it now. Every chance he gets. Yeet this. Yeet that." He gives a low, withering side. "It means to throw yourself head first into a situation blindly without concern to one's self .. or anyone else's."

There's a slight scoff from him, giving his head a shake. "Yeah, I know. I don't have to give her a spot though." He notes. "At the end of the day, it's my decision. As long as she turns it around and starts listening. When we have a plan, we have to execute it perfectly, or else it puts everyone at risk and in danger."

Wolverine has posed:
"So, how do you account for me in your perfectly executed plans, eh?" Logan asks with a smirk, grunting a she jerks forward to stand up from the couch. Bending to scoop his empty beer with two fingers, he's headed towards the carton on the desk to grab another. "Beer?" Pointing across his abdomen, half turning to look over at Scott. "Or you still nursin' that first one?" Challenge gauntlet thrown down?

Sounds more playful than anything.

"She comes through when you need'er to. And with Josh out on college, you can use the medical reprieve." It's almost certain he's supporting Shannon just to be contrary, but he's doing it in the least confrontational manner possible. More to make Scott think about it than actually just argue with him.

Cyclops has posed:
"We have the auto-doc in the med-bay for most extensive surgery and repair. Her power-set doesn't really help anyone if she tries to heal someone wounded, but then becomes wounded herself. It means we have two critically injured soldiers on the battlefield." Scott finishes the beer and puts it to the side, then holds his hand out for another when offered.

"You know what you account for. Mister best at what he does. I built the X-Force program around you for a reason. To put you on the jobs that the X-Men should not be involved in." There's a twitch of his lips. "Though you working with Victor has been the highlight of my year."

Wolverine has posed:
"Yeah, I suppose." Logan shrugs indifferently on the subject of Shannon on the team proper, though he doesn't mind the kid. Doesn't mean he wants yet another teenager in harms way doing the things they sometimes have to do.

When he returns, he's got a beer for Scott, slapping it into his palm after dropping back into his vacated seat on the couch. "Oh, yes, highlight... Fuck y'all very much for that, too." He murmurs about Victor being part of the team. Grumbling under his breath as he cracks the top off his beer and damn near guzzles it in one sitting.

"Absolute amazing turn of events, that."

Cyclops has posed:
"As long as he behaves." Scott says as he tilts his head upwards a bit to the ceiling to stare at it, then cracks the next beer open to take a drink from it. "Kitten mittens." He scoffs to hismelf in a bit of a chuckle. "When he called his restraints that the first time I nearly burst out laughing. It took a lot for me to keep that straight face."

He leans over and gives him a bump on the shoulder gently. "But things are working out. So far. We were able to work through your challenges, hopefully we can continue to work through his. I don't expect him to be a housecat anytime soon. You can't domesticate someone like you or him."

He takes another long drink of his beer. "But if he leaves in a better spot than when he came in, I will consider that to be a successful mission."

Wolverine has posed:
"Your optimism is shining through." Said with his usual quiet disdain for the other wild man... Which is well earned. Dude has killed more of Logan's loved one than he can remember... Which isn't saying much, sure..

Still, Scott's got him shaking his head and smirking.

"Kitten mittens." Murmured into the lip of his bottle turned up for another drink. "That /was/ pretty funny. Not nearly as funny as your constipation face trying not to laugh."

Cyclops has posed:
"Yeah, he was trying to get a rise outta Jean and I." Scott says with a shake of his head. "Jean did good work though with him. All of that therapy and deep diving into his mind. When we found him he was in a feral state, begging us to help him. To see him terrified of losing his connection to his intelligence .." He trails off. "It made me think of Hank for a moment, which is I suppose why I took him in when my gut instinct was to let you drive a claw into his forehead."

"When Hank mutated and started to lose control of himself, to see my best friend start becoming something else .. it was hard for me." He says in an even tone as he stares across the room, holding the beer in his hand. "I grew up with him, since we were teenagers. Before the fur, even. I remember how scared he was. I guess that night, I didn't see Sabretooth .. I saw a man named Victor Creed, scared to become an animal."

"I won't ever overlook his past." He gives him a subtle glance. "Or even yours. But I know the man that you are today. That's the man that has my respect. Maybe one day he will have ours. Maybe."

Wolverine has posed:
"It's easier to see the events of a person's life from the outside and offer them a level of forgiveness, but a lot harder to forgive someone's sins when they directly reflect on your own checkered past. I might know the full extent of what I've done, but I know he and I..." Logan shakes his head and sneers, a little curl of his lip showing the fangs just visible on his top row of teeth.

"It wont be so easy. Much adue of nothing."

He's quiet then, not for long, but certainly long enough. "But I hope you're right, for what that's worth. Maybe he can turn his shit around and make good on his terrible wrongs, but if he comes fishin' for my forgiveness, he better do it when you're around or I'll cut his fuckin' head off."

Cyclops has posed:
"I won't cry over it." Scott says in regards to head-cutting. "But, so far he hasn't killed any of the students, or even frightened them. He's behaved and followed the rules, even if his snark at times can get under my skin. Sound familiar?" There's a slight snort under his breath.

"But I get it. Trust me. This was not an easy decision at all. I knew how this would make you feel. I took that into consideration. I remember when The Professor brought you to Xavier's. He and I had quite an argument." He gives a swish of his beer. "Because I was scared of you. I was scared that your presence here would destroy everything that we built. The dreams, the happy family, the goals that we had. I was afraid of the team's chemistry. How you would be around the students. I was afraid you would have a 'moment' and hurt one of them."

"But, The Professor told me to trust the process. For all I konw maybe he tampered with my mind and made me agreeable. I just know that I trusted him and I had to fully commit to my trust in him, or else I couldn't be here. I couldn't lead this team." There's a slight noise. "But dealing with you made me a better leader. I learned a lot from you. Like patience." He pauses. "And when to pull the trigger."

Wolverine has posed:
"I am not Victor Creed.. Not even the ball field, not even the same game..." Logan murmurs, but the sentiment of what Scott's saying doesn't fall on deaf ears, even if he'd really rather not humor such cross comparisons to Sabertooth. "The things he's done were done out of malice, not instincts. He's all the worst parts of who I was.."

Which he's not denying.

Not now or ever.

"I was afraid I'd hurt them too... at first. But..." Rubbing at his neck, which he rolls against the tension of tight muscles because it's hard to give complements. "You're a good leader. Even if you're a pussy sometimes... At least you've started growing a pair." He might as well have said he loved him.

Cyclops has posed:
"I know you aren't Victor. I understand it, believe me. He's done what he does because he enjoys the experience. There in line is the major difference between you two. You can both be dangerous, but you were turned into a weapon and then you killed out of survival. He's just a straight thug."

Scott gives a shake of his head, followed by a sigh. "And yet, I've seen the change in him. Slight improvements. Not drastic. Maybe he enjoys having access to a huge kitchen and a roof over his head. Something he was missing since he was a kid. Maybe he didn't even have that as a kid. You know what I mean? Stability. I just pray that he takes this gift we have offered him and he makes the most of it."

When called a pussy, he rolls his eyes from behind his ruby quartz glasses, letting out a light noise in his chest. "Yeah, yeah. I'm still not going to throw on black leather and gel my hair up like you do anytime soon." He says with a smirk towards him.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan grunts at the shifts back to Victor could change, but he's not arguing the possibility. Only that it'll never be enough for him. He's seen bad eggs turned around at Xavier's, so it's not a leap of logic, only that Victor's one of those eggs he still feels is better cracked on the pavement... and it shows in his expression.

Sucking his beer with an, admittedly, exagerated dramatic flair.

AGAIN when Scott insults his waredrobe and hair, "Wrangler jeans and a flannel shirt are not biker leathers, Scooter. And this hair?" Pointing at it with a finger extending out from his bottle, "Is all fuckin' natural. You wish you had this hair."

Cyclops has posed:
"I wish you had less hair." Scott says with a soft laugh as he rolls his eyes upwards again, followed by finishing his second beer and putting the empty can to the side. "I'm talking about your uniform. We could go back to the blue and gold spandex." He says with a joking tone in his voice. "Even though it is not practical, or tactical."

"But you have your style and I have Mister Rogers I suppose. Yin and Yang of Xavier's fashion trends." He gives a long stretch of his body upwards, feeling his spine crack a number of times, old war wounds being cranky.

There is a small smile on his face. "I'm going to hit the gym for a bit before I turn in. You coming or got something else to do?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan rattles the can by his ear and then pushes up from the couch with another grunt, to go throw it in the trash. How's that for domestication? "Or that brown and brass uniform I use to wear, eh?" There's still a few beers, but he can finish those off later.

"Why not. Nothin' I love more than showin' you up on the treadmill." Fingers comb his hair back as the other puts the cowboy hat back in place. Four beers on the rings held at his side with fingers slipped through the plastic.

"Wanna text Jean an' ask permission first?" More teasing, smirk on his face.

Cyclops has posed:
"Sure, I'll see if she'll bring some potatos back on the way home from Idaho." Scott says as he holds his phone up, giving it a slight jostle before he tucks it into his pocket and heads for the door and opens it.

"Never change, Logan. Never change." He says with an amused noise in his throat as he heads down the hall.