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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2014 3:47:54 GMT
Wade was currently sitting on the stool of a bar, tapping his finger repeatedly on the table. He knew it was annoying to those sitting around him, and he had even been asked to stop a few times. He had returned the request with his own remark of 'Well your breathing is annoying me but I never asked you to stop' ... and that seemed to make them shut up. Now, Wade liked talking, perhaps a little too much. But with the state of his unstable mind, he wasn't sure whether he had a solid preference anymore, for it seemed to switch between so many different things. It had been a few years after ... well, after everything changed. After he had worked for Stryker, after Stryker turned him into an experiment, after he'd woken up under a pile of rubble ... after all that. Hell, he was surprised that his memory was in tact. Thankfully, his physical appearance altered from his white, bald self to what he looked like before: a normal person. Though he knew that he was far from normal. The abilities had also worn off, or so he believed. There would be glimpses of them every now and then. What did say were his initial abilities that he'd always had, as well as the regenerative healing. The rest ... well, only time would tell.
He noticed someone come to the empty stool next to him and order a beer. He recognized that voice. He recognized that smell. And without even having to look, he knew who it was. Peripheral vision also came into play here. The realization of who it was, was enough to finally make him stop tapping his finger and pause, though he still looked at the beer mug in front of him, rather than the man he was now speaking to. "If I believed in miracles, I would say this is a miracle." He remembered James. Far too well. He had left the group, before they had all disbanded. And then ... it went blank. Every now and then, flickers of a battle between Wolverine and Viktor would cross his mind, but it came in random flashes and Wade was still working on piecing it together. He finally turned his head, taking in the sight of none other than Wolverine. "Oh, to hell with it, maybe I'll believe in them just this once, cause damn ... this really is a miracle."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2014 1:07:09 GMT
To say that there was a reason for Logan being in that bar that day would be a lie. Even him being in this city, hell, this country was of no particular reason. It seemed he just would wander from place to place. He didnt have a place he called home. A family. Friends. But bars seemed pretty much the same in just about any place he went to. The bartender, the beer, even the types of patrons he would run across. He liked it that he was mostly able to keep to himself which is why the guy next to him talking to him started to irk him.
Logan took a gulp of his beer, wondering what the man next to him was talking about, and why he was talking about it to him of all people. It wasn't as if he exactly had a welcoming and friendly demeanor about him. He would have dismissed it as the drunken ramblings of an idiot but there was no slurred speech and from what he saw when he glanced over at the guy he didnt look like he was about to fall off the barstool either.
"I don't know what you're talking about kid, but there aren't any miracles here" He said with a gruff disinterested tone to his voice turning back to his drink, wondering if the guy would take the hint.
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