8999/Survey Says

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Survey Says
Date of Scene: 29 August 2019
Location: Backyard - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Noriko gets picked first for something.
Cast of Characters: Wolverine, Surge




Wolverine has posed:
The sun is setting on Westchester, New York. Not in the metaphorical sense that things are going bad (even though that could well be the case, it's Mutant School after all), but in the astronomical sense that the Earth is spinning, and the sun is disappearing behind the horizon.

Physics.

Down by the lake, in a stretch of partially-wooded land typically used for athletics and other such screwing around, stands Logan. He wears a white t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and workman's boots. His shaggy, black hair is unkempt and he lifts a hand from where it rests on his waist to brush a few strands away from his forehead.

He sniffs the air, grunts, and then begins to trace long, purposeful steps and counting to himself.

Surge has posed:
Noriko just wants to get away from people. It is a common misconception that she is so loud and outgoing because she likes people, she doesn't. She rather kind of dislikes them as a general rule.. give or take a little more depending on how much energy she has in reserves, but when those levels are low... She'd just as soon stay away from everyone that isn't Ellie.

Then only because Ellie wont let her stay away.

With hands in her pockets, big pockets made bigger because of the size of her gauntlets, Surge kicks at a rock laying on the path and sends it skittering noisely off the beaten walkway into the underbrush leading to the lake. A cigarette dangles from her mouth as she walks, bobbing slightly, and then straightening with each glowing amber drag that is quickly followed by a plume of grey smoke around her.

Logan isn't yet spotted, but she isn't paying much attention either. Just going to the lake to be alone where she doesn't have to put on any song or dance for people back at the mansion.

Wolverine has posed:
"Hey, kid," Logan calls out loud enough to be heard, not looking up from where he now squats and eyeballs the distance from his patch of land and the lake, "If yer comin' by for another drink, I'll save you the time - I ain't there."

The Canuck rises to his feet, holding out his arm straight for the shoulder and peering down the length of it as though he were looking down the length of a rifle. He slowly lowers it, muttering to himself.

"Eighty yards? Maybe more."

Surge has posed:
Nori jumps a little when Logan calls out and glances up to the source of the voice near the lake. She doesn't bother trying to throw the cigarette away, but she does pull it out of her mouth after another drag and cups it behind her fingers as she makes her way over towards whatever it is Logan's doing. "Sup..." Tilting to the side as if this new angle will make her more aware of what is going on.

"Nope, I didn't come out here to be around anyone, not even you." She murmurs, fishing a silver/black flask from her back pocket to twist off the cap for a quick nip, "And I brought my own."

Brown eyes glance around his work space, "The fuck are you doing?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan begins to pace out another series of long, measured steps as Noriko arrives. He doesn't immediately answer her question, instead he mutters some more numbers to himself and shakes his head again. He sniffs the air, only now glancing sidelong at Noriko.

"Stop tryin' t'hide the smoke," he chides, "Yer just gonna burn yer fingers, an' it ain't like I didn't smell it before I smelled you. Cigarettes one big alarm klaxon t'the right nose."

He takes another few steps, turning an imaginary corner sharply and addressing her as he goes.

"Measurin' out some space. Getting' crowded in the Mansion, figured some a' you kids need somewhere t'sleep where y'ain't livin' in each others pockets."

He glances over his shoulder, bushy eyebrows raised, "Don't let me keep ya. Will say, though - reckon I saw Mister Summers take off for a jog down by the lake earlier. Might be safer to drink yer hooch and smoke cheap smokes where he ain't gonna bust ya for it."

Surge has posed:
Nori turns her hand out to look at the cigarette running up into her palm and brings it back up for another drag, then drops it down into the dirt to grind out with the toe of her boot. Digging it in a little, then scraping some of the soil over the little hole to make sure nothing is really left behind. "That's right, you can smell a persons thoughts or whatever." Another sniff of alcohol and that too is slipped into her big back pocket.

She might not be a model student, but neither is she cavalier about getting on Scott's bad-side.

She takes a few steps closer and waves her metal clad palm through the thick smoke she's exhaled. An overturned log seems sufficient a place to provide her a seat, straddling it with a leg on either side and her palms running along the exposed wood where the bark has been peeled away.

"So you're building a cabin by the lake? You know it'll be the makeout spot the week after it's built, right?"

Wolverine has posed:
"Not a cabin," Logan says pointedly, shaking his head and gesturing up towards the Mansion itself, "Same style a' place as the main house. Not as big, but few rooms, bathrooms, classrooms, common room. They call that type a' buildin' 'Scots Baronial' - remember workin' on a mess of 'em all up an' down the place back before the Wars. I think. Anyway, bit a' work but back then we didn't have flyin' folks who can hurl a bus around nor women who can move shit with their minds. Figure we can make record time."

He pauses to look around the site, staring at the building that can be rather than the empty space that is. As he does, he draws a cigar from his back pocket and bites the tip off of it. He points at Noriko, opening a hand at her.

"Lemme borrow yer lighter."

Surge has posed:
Nori is listening, but she clearly doesn't see it by the way she's looking around at the open space with a dubious expression, "So you're putting a second mansion down here by the lake?" Skepticism obvious in her tone, but she's never really been the ultra imaginative sort. Tactile things, everything she can see or touch, that's her. "Scots Baronial..." Cellphone out of her pocket, thumbs moving clumsily with her gauntlets to plug it into a google search.

Up nodding a little at whatever she reads... while she's reading anyways.. and fishes her lighter out of her pocket, leaning to one side to jut out her hip so there's more space against her leg to pull it out and side toss it in Logan's direction.

It goes next to nowhere near him.

"So it'll be all bricks and shit? Is there even enough space?" Glancing up and around with furrowed brow and narrowed eyes.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan watches the lighter sail past him, mouth quirking slightly as it lands noiselessly in the grass. He wanders over to it lazily, crouching down to scoop it up in one hand and igniting the end of the cigar. He puffs his cheeks, a thick plume of the pungent smoke wafting up about his face as he does. That said, he tosses the lighter right back at Noriko.

"Should be, should be," he says around the cigar, looking at the space thoughtfully, "Gotta remember buildin' goes up an' eight feet un'erground, too. Not a mansion - more like a country estate."

As he smokes, he ambles over to the log and props a foot up on it.

"How you even workin' that phone with those oven mitts on? Yer tellin' me y'got enough coordination to Google an' not enough to throw straight?"

Surge has posed:
The lighter hits her in the arm without her even rising a hand to try and catch it. Nori furrows her brow at her screen, glances over at Logan, and then leans over to grab the lighter. With it returned to her pocket, she finishes whatever she was reading and puts that away too, palms slapping with an audible dink against the wood, "If you say so man. Hey, is this going to be extra credit or something?" Motioning around, "I could get by with some extra credit maybe."

She might even be volunteering. Maybe.

"Huh? Oh... I don't know, yeah I guess?" Wiggling her fingers, "I didn't really have much of a need for throwing stuff.. my electricity goes wherever I point my fists, right? So..." As for her phone, she smirks a little, "I've had a phone in my hand since I was old enough to use my fingers independantly.. I'll be sending text messages from the crave, my dude."

Wolverine has posed:
Logan looks around at the space once again, sticking out his bottom lip and nodding his head with a slight lift of his shoulders.

"Yeah," he muses, "Yeah, could be extra credit. Don't see why not. Guess they made me a teacher now, I get to decide what counts as curriculum."

He remains where he's standing for a while, turning his attention back to the phone in Noriko's hand.

"Nothin' wrong with havin' a phone. Most've 'em up there think on account of bein' an antique I must hate technology. I've been learnin' the wave a' the future since before their dads were a gleam in their grandpa's eye."

In one swift motion he swoops an arm down, plucking the phone from her hands and immediately stepping back with it. For someone who drinks, smokes, and lopes about the place like a smoking drunkard, he has a remarkable degree of agility all of a sudden. He creates space between himself and Noriko, looking at the phone down his nose with that stereotypical 'old person and a cell phone' expression.

"Still, must be a pain in the ass to have people just grabbin' shit off a' ya like that."

Surge has posed:
"Hey!" Noriko swings a hand at the snatched phone and rises instantly off the log to stumble a little into a single leg hop in Logan's direction when her big, unlaced, combat boot catches the side of her seat. She manages not to fall, but isn't moving nearly as quickly or agile as he is by any metric. "The fuck are you doing, man.. give me my phone!"

Walking after him to bearclaw one of those big oven mits (as he called them) in his direction. "You can't just snatch shit out of peoples hands like that!" Ignoring, at least at first, the commentary on how much of a pain it must be for people to go around grabbing stuff out of her hands.

"Oh, that's fucking rich, you mean because of my gauntlets? Like I want to be wearing this or- give me my fucking phone!" She bum rushes at him, as if that'll do /anything/, but she's got a surprisingly strong upper body from lugging 30lbs of extra weight around on her arms almost constantly.

Wolverine has posed:
"Ain't everythin' a snide reminder a' yer condition," Logan chides her, "Y'ain't clumsy because a those things. Y'just ain't learned t'be nimble in spite of 'em."

He doesn't move when she bum rushes him, knowing that it'll be a lesson enough in itself. He does give enough so that hitting him is not entirely likely hitting a flesh-coated adamantium wall, but he doesn't much budge off his feet and he keeps the phone angled away from her in his hand. He's not looking at it. He seems disinterested in the contents.

"I had t'learn to fight with three metal claws stickin' outta my hands," he tells her, "You can fight with a couple'a gloves."

Surge has posed:
"I fight plenty fine with them, asshole!" Noriko is more of a scrapper, no finesse. She'll lob punches, but usually she's standing back throwing electricity from her fists. It doesn't require a whole heap of agility, "Come on, dude, this isn't funny." Rubbing at her shoulder, rolling it beneath her palm. She doesn't admit to how much it hurt hitting him, nor is she looking up now that some of the wind was knocked out of her sails by it.

"Everything isn't a teachable moment, okay. If you accidentally drop that in the lake, I can't get another one, so give me the phone.." A little bit of desperation in her voice, squinting after the object more than the need to /have/ the object.

Clearly she's missing the point of the exercise.

Wolverine has posed:
"I don't want yer fuckin' phone, kid," Logan sighs, not tossing it through the air at her this time but holding it out for her to take, "An' maybe you fight fine with 'em, but given y'had to play the sympathy card t'get it back? Maybe not."

Once she's taken the phone back, he steps away and rolls his own shoulders a little.

"Heavin' electricity or whatever you do's fine an' all, but it ain't the be all an' end all," he plucks the cigar from his mouth, tapping the ash onto the lawn, "'Sides, luggin' those things around y'must be built like a brick shithouse. Haul off with one a' them things an' actually connect? You could ring any asshole's bell."

Surge has posed:
Noriko eyes the phone for a second, jumping her gaze from it to Logan and back again as if he might swipe it out of her reach the second she grabs for it. When she has it in her hands, it's held to her chest a second, then slipped into her back pocket with a little turn so that ... well he could probably still get it from her, but still.

"I didn't play the sympathy card, I can't haul off an punch a teacher after /just/ getting my ass handed to me for blowing up an oven last week.. I might be a little iffy on the rules, but I'm pretty sure that's how you catch a cold case of the grounded to your room's."

One of those big gauntlets runs along her jaw, fingers curling across the line running up to her ear lobe, "Yeah, that's basically how it works. I throw a punch and hit them and they go the fuck down like a prom date.." Watching him closely now, "The fuck are you even made of? I felt like my shoulder was going to come out of socket when I hit you... and where'd you learn to move like that? No offense or anything, but you kind of look like you'd be slow as shit."

Wolverine has posed:
"Who said you can't punch me?" Logan asks, turning to face her fully, "I sure as shit didn't. You want t'lay in? Go ahead. Give it yer best shot. I'll let ya know, though. Bones? Adamantium. Gonna be like hittin' a tank. But if you still wanna do it, I won't stop ya an' I sure as shit won't turn you in t'Miz Grey."

He doesn't flinch away, but he carries on explaining with the cigar clenched between his teeth: "As fer where I learned it? Here an' there. Did a lot a wanderin'. Couldn't rightly tell you where I learned everythin', but I guess what matters is it's in there. But it ain't innate. It ain't like shootin' electricity. I learned it."

He sticks out his chin, peering at her through a shaggy curtain of black hair: "Give it yer best shot."

Surge has posed:
Noriko furrows her brow at that turn, canting her head a little so that her hair tumbles down out of the spikey mess into a half wave across the saved shide of her scalp. "Seriously? You want me to hit you? Like right now?" That's kind of got her thrown for a loop. "Are you one of those weird dudes that get a kick out of people hitting them? I don't judge peoples fetishes, I like it when a girl dresses like sailor moon characters, but this really isn't the right time or place is it?"

Glancing around hesitantly, she shrugs and tugs at the sleeve of her shirt a little with one gauntlet, "Allriiiight, but you totally said it was cool.. If I've got to clean the girls bathroom again, I swear to god I'm leaving old tampons on your lawn."

Both fists come up infront of her, but her left curls back a little. There's a whirling sound from the gauntlet that glows a faint blue around her knuckles as the fist comes in, the air around her literally crackling with static electricity as she draws it into that punch. True to form it's a lobbing haymaker. One of those punches that is more luck that it hit the intended target than precision.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan doesn't go down, but he staggers. Partly from the way he rolls with the punch, unwilling to broke neither Noriko's gauntlet or the hand inside it. But there's also the force of it, too. He almost loses his footing, steadying himself and planting both palms flat on his thighs and letting out a grunt of pain.

When he looks up at her, it's clear that the punch did damage. Not only is his jaw red from where she struck it, but the skin across his chin has been gouged deeply by the gauntlets. The wound bleeds, blood trickling down his stubble-coated chin. He brings up a hand, squeezing his jaw tenderly.

"Believe me," he growls, "It ain't my cup a' tea, neither."

But just as he speaks, something remarkable happens. The flesh that was gouged open begins to slowly stitch itself back shut. A time lapse clip of a wound healing over the course of weeks playing out in a matter of seconds. Before Noriko's eyes it becomes nothing more than a red smear of blood on clean flesh, which he wipes away with the back of his hand.

"Good punch," he offers, "but you telegraph it somethin' awful."

Surge has posed:
Even with Logan rolling with the punch, it dings up Noriko's hand something fierce and she waves it in the air with a deep grimace once she's got the connect. "Son of a bitch, dude, you're like made out of some whole other shit..." He'd said Adamentium, but that means literally nothing to her. She has to skip Chemistry class this year because she blew up the lab ON ACCIDENT last semester. Also because the teacher is Peter Parker.

"Thanks..." about it being a good punch, frowning a little when he mentions how she telegraphed it, "So what should... like what the fuck does that even mean?" Staring at him a little more critically, flexing and unflexing her hand working feeling back into her knuckles. "Shit, that hurt..." The gauntlets aren't dented, they're made of some pretty tough stuff, but her hands are not.

Wolverine has posed:
"I'll show you what it means," Logan promises, fishing the cigar up off the lawn and tucking it back between his teeth once the impromptu sparring session is over, "I got a prerogative to pick my students. Yer one of 'em now. You'll get yer credit, and y'won't have t'deal with anyone chewin' yer ass about broken ovens."

He takes a step away from her, still rubbing his jaw. The wound itself may be gone, but the pain of it still lingers. His nerves do not forget the injustices done to them even when the flesh is so quick to remove any evidence that they occurred.

"Go ahead an' complain about it," he says with a wave of his hand, "But do it outta earshot, 'cus I ain't changin' my mind. Class dismissed."

Surge has posed:
Noriko blinks a few times at Logan, "Huh?" A few more blinks and a glance around herself as if someone else must be standing there and that's who he's talking to. "Me? Why?" Obviously every mutant is welcomed at Xaviers but she's tolerated more than she's welcomed. Jean is nice and all, but Nori knows she's a pain in the ass... "You sure?" Scratching at her neck, then rubbing it along the back of her shaved hairline.

"Okay... I guess.. I don't know shit about building a Scot Baronial, though." Assuming that's what she's being recruited for, she at least paid enough attention to remember the name of whatever it is he's planning to build out here on the lake. "A... okay.. So when do classes start? Do I still have to go to normal classes? That shit is so fucking boring, dude.."

It has to be said that someone like Nori, who really hasn't had a lot of people telling her she's invited to something, might take a great deal of personnal pride that she might be.

Wolverine has posed:
"Yeah, you," Logan grunts, his largesse evidently at an end as his brow furrows, "An' don't ask questions ... unless it's part a' class. This ain't class yet, so no questions."

He's has quite got the educator patter down, but he's getting the gist of it. He shakes his head with a sign, taking another puff of the cigar and keeping it in his mouth as he speaks.

"We're buildin' the new house, an' I'll teach you whatever you need t'learn about that," the Canuck sweeps a hand around the vast space, "An' whatever else I figure you need teachin' about. As for other classes? Yeah, I ain't about to teach you about biology or history - you want that? Go see the Blue Meanie or Miz Munroe."

He frowns, gesturing at her with a hand, "C'mon, don't make me regret it. Yer my first student in this fuckin' class, don't make me boot you an' put it back down t'zero. Go do whatever delinquency you were goin' to do before I in'errupted."

Surge has posed:
Noriko bobs her head and teaks a few steps backwards, nearly trips over a a root, and stumbles in the direction she was headed after a little spin move. "Right, yeah, cool.. sure, man, you know whatever." It's rare that she gets excited about class and truthfully she's still not excited about building a house, but she got picked first for something.

"Seeya around gramps. Try not to have a heart attack and die before the first class huh?" Right back to being a twat. Fishing her phone out of her pocket to send a message, probably to Ellie, expressing how very much cooler she is than literally everyone else at the school, EXCEPT, Ellie... her too though.