6365/Hey, Kid.

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Hey, Kid.
Date of Scene: 04 February 2019
Location: Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis: Logan and Laura talk about why normal people suck.
Cast of Characters: X-23, Wolverine




X-23 has posed:
Laura is currently sitting out back. It's finally a little bit warmer, and the girl is deep in thought. She's sitting at one of the tables with umbrellas, with a steaming cup of coffee at hand. Laura sips her coffee, thinking about whatever issue it is that's on her mind.

Wolverine has posed:
    It's warmer, but there are still those small piles of old dirty snow, still some hints of ice floating around in the pond some ways off. Night's fallen, and Xavier's is lit with those wrought-iron lamp posts that line the walk ways. Not enough to draw the eye, but enough to light the way for any trying to walk between the school and its outlying buildings.
    There's just a hint of wind, coming in off the coast. Out here it carries with it the hint of the forest. Some of the wildlife out there, the tang of decomposing plant matter and loam. A quiet evening all things considered since the last few weekends. But then there in the wind is a familiar scent that might not care with it the best sentiment.
    Only a few moments later walking out of the school, one hand holding partially open the kitchen door, Logan stands on the porch casting his gaze across the distance. A moment later he seems to nod to himself before he heads in her direction.
    Once close enough he lifts his rumbling deep voice, "Hey, Kid."

X-23 has posed:
That gets Laura to look over, surprise clear on her face. Her hair whips out a bit as she turns her head with more than a slightly sharp reaction. The surprise is quickly washed away, replaced with a carefully controlled neutral expression. "Logan." she says, her tone as controlled as her expression.

Wolverine has posed:
    "You busy?" He asks as he lifts a leg over the bench seat opposite her then lowers himself onto it, forearms resting on the tabletop and his blue eyes meeting her own. She can read him, as she reads other people. Body language, scent, pulse and heartbeat. Just as he can read her. But from him there's no intensity, nor malice. Some measure of trepidation but could just be that level that's always there with people at times.
    He looks to the side, gaze drifting off before he looks back. "Figure with how things've been I wouldn't blame ya if you said you were."

X-23 has posed:
    Laura hesitates, as if carefully considering her words before giving them. "I am not busy. I am...currently thinking about a number of problems and how to best rectify them. Or I was, until you arrived." She considers her "father", especially given their past thus far.

    "I was not expecting you to approach me, given our lack of contact thus far.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Yeah," Logan scrunches up one eye as he looks away. Discomfort can be read in him, but most anyone could key on that. She might be able to perceive it's not her that's causing it entirely, more just himself in some ways. But then he turns back, lifting a rough calloused hand and waving it to the side. "About that."
    He bites the bullet and gives her a nod, "When you showed up I had a lot of things goin' on. None yer fault or whatever. But I was inside my own head in a lot of ways. Dealing with my own nonsense." He lifts his chin, "Not that that's an excuse. Not like I need one ta act like a horse's ass sometimes. It's more..."
    He scowls at himself, looking past her for a moment as he chews on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. "When I was your age. Dealing with my own thing. I sorta... the people around me didn't help much. The ones that were sorta like me, my blood, some of the folks that I was around." He flares his fingers as if trying to brush those memories away.
    "Way I felt about them after how my life went down, how things turned out, I always felt that things mighta been better if I wasn't around them. Better for them. Better for me."

X-23 has posed:
    Laura listens silently, one word after the next. "I have no one else. Mother is dead. As she lay dying, she gave me your picture and told me to find you. You were the whole reason I came here." The words remain carefully neutral. "If you wish nothing to do with me, that is your right. You were not consulted in my creation. But we do have a connection, for obvious reasons."

Wolverine has posed:
    "That's the thing, kid." His brow furrows then he adds, "Laura." He looks up at her and he says, "I thought that at first. But then I took my time." He gestures absently over his shoulder in the direction of the garage, perhaps to signify the trip he took.
    "At first I thought you might do best stayin' away from all the craziness in my life. Or maybe just bein' here, learnin' from good people how ta be a better person than... how ta be a better person."
    He scowls as he straightens up, hands flat on the tabletop as he looks away and towards the mansion. Tilting his head to the side slightly there's a faint metallic crackle from the join popping before he looks back towards her. "But then I remembered some of the lessons I learned when I was your age. Hard lessons."
    He lifts a hand palm up somewhat, "I figured maybe. Just maybe. If I could save you some of that grief it might be worth it."

X-23 has posed:
    "...my life has been being trained as a Weapon since my birth. I doubt that there is anything in my life that has not been...crazy." Laura's expression and tone are both a little troubled. "I have learned to be a better person, here. But there are few here I feel any real connection to. I think...my mother intended that I should feel that with you."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Yah..." Logan's eyebrows lift a bit as he looks away, but then he looks back. "I think I can be here for ya. For you to ask questions, figure out my thoughts on things about as much as they're worth. Help you avoid some of the minefields."
    Looking back he tells her, "One of the hardest things I had to get over... was when my senses got so strong." He grimaces slightly at the memory and then says, "Seemed like overnight the world changed. Everyone seemed like they were just... constantly lying to each other. About their feelings. Their intentions. Took me years to realize that not everyone didn't see things the same way. Not everyone was trying to insult me or trick me."
    He straightens up and murmurs, "You prolly didn't have that problem, or don't. But maybe... somethin' like that. If it comes along I can help you with."
    There's a beat.
    Silence.
    Then he adds, "A'right?"

X-23 has posed:
    Laura groans. "Believe me, I know what that is like. They all say one thing and feel another. And everything is...smelly. And loud." She gives a little bit of a smile, finally...something which took her a lot of work to get to. "My hardest part has been in learning to be a person, not just a Weapon. But I am making progress. If slowly."

    She tilts her head slightly. "What would you like me to call you?"

Wolverine has posed:
    Nodding in sympathy Logan seems to offer a small exhalation of a chuckle at the shared sentiment. But he doesn't go on about the many _many_ ways that people are stinky and how they lie all the damn time. The jerks.
    "Yeah. I wish I could tell you it was easy. Or that it was gonna end sometime. But learnin' to be yourself, or a person... sorta an ongoing project thing."
    He sits up, "Call me Logan. S'what I'm most used ta answerin' to. Or James if yer mad." His lip curls up a little.

X-23 has posed:
    Laura stands at that, and watches Logan. "Logan, then. And I am Laura. The name Mother gave me." Rather dryly, she says "I would hug you; the students seem to be in favor of hugs. But I suspect neither you nor I are as much."

Wolverine has posed:
    Rising as well he holds up a hand, "S'alright. If it happens it happens, but best if it's organic or somethin' ya don't think of... spontaneous." He gives her a nod and then motions towards the back door. "C'mon."
    He starts to walk, towards the mansion, hands sliding into the pockets of his brown bomber jacket. "We'll grab a few brews and I'll tell ya the story of my life." A pause as he reaches the door and pulls it open, holding it for her. "Or at least s'much as I can remember."