clawmourned

[clawmourned]

logan  knew  that  heroes  (that  was  what  they  called  them  anyway)  came  in  different  shapes  &  forms,  he  also  knew  that  not  all  of  them  were  like  him.  mutants.  he  didn't  usually  judge  -  okay  he  did,  so  what?  but  how  some  of  them  became  what  they  are,  made  him  wonder.  tin  man  was  one  of  them.  logan  didn't  see  himself  as  much  of  a  hero,  so  he  was  out  of  the  equation,  but  tony  stark  was  far  from  what  they  taught  the  kids  at  xavier's  school.  yet  there  he  was,  doing  what  he  did  best  to  protect  everybody.  besides  wanting  to  throw  a  party.  "you  know,  i  think  the  world's  gonna  be  fine."

location: avenger's tower 

walking around in his suit all day isn't as comfortable as it used to be, but it's necessary. he overlooks the view of the city and uses his enhanced armor to analyze the metrics of everything that he can see. tony is pleased. nothing seems to be amiss, so there's nothing to worry about with a new attack. “i think this calls for a celebration.” he speaks out to whoever is listening. “when's the list time i threw a rager? i think the city, no, the world needs me to right now.” 

[clawmourned]

if  anybody  knew  life  liked  to  through  you  curveballs  out  of  nowhere,  it  was  logan.  he'd  seen  more  twists  &  turns  than  he  could  remember  to  count,  but  he  also  knew  that  everything  eventually  worked  out  the  way  it  was  meant  to.  even  if  sometimes  the  result  wasn't  what  we  hoped  for.  sometimes  ⸺  like  in  this  case,  he  knew  everything  was  going  to  be  alright.  to  find  jubilee  choosing  parenthood  of  a  so-called  stray  was  not  the  surprise  it  might've  been  to  others  for  he  did  the  same  before.  once  ...or  maybe  twice.  if  anything  it  showed  jubilee's  heart  &  even  though  he  was  merely  a  replacement  to  this  world's  logan,  he  couldn't  be  prouder  of  them.  little  shogo  was  adorable  &  a  little  voice  inside  him  whispered  he  could  always  find  himself  his  own.  better  not.  soft  little  smile  on  his  lips  as  he  stopped  in  front  of  the  toddler,  he  crouched  down  to  ruffle  the  little  one's  hair,  "close  enough."  even  if  it  wasn't.  "they  grow  up  so  fast.  next  thing  you  know  they're  talkin'  back  at  you  and  slammin'  doors  in  your  face."  eyes  shifted  from  jubilee's  to  little  shogo's,  finger  booping  the  toodler's  nose.  "not  you  though,  right?"  tickling  the  toddler  a  little,  logan  let  out  a  little  sigh.  “you  two  been  good,  yeah?”

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ   sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.       ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ   ʟᴏɢᴀɴ   ʜᴏᴡʟᴇᴛᴛ   &   ᴊᴜʙɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ   ʟᴇᴇ.

⸻                   ᴛʜᴇ   ʟɪғᴇ   ᴏғ   ᴊᴜʙɪʟᴇᴇ   ʜᴀs   ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ   ʙᴇᴇɴ   ᴍᴜᴄʜ   ᴏғ   ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ,   ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ   ᴛʜᴇɪʀ   ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs   ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ   ᴛʜᴇʏ   ᴡɪsʜᴇᴅ   ɪᴛ   ᴡᴀs.   ʙᴜᴛ   ᴏɴᴇ   ᴛʜɪɴɢ   ᴛʜᴀᴛ   ɴᴏ   ᴏɴᴇ   ᴇᴠᴇʀ   ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ   ᴡᴀs   ғᴏʀ   ᴛʜᴇ   ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ   ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ   ᴛᴏ   ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ   ᴀ   ‘ᴍᴏᴍ’.   it   wasn't   exactly   something   that   lee   was   expecting   either,   but   it   was   one   of   those   moments   that   comes   to   you   and   you   don't   deny   it.   granted,   it   could   have   appeared   outside   of   anything   other   than   a   meteor   in   hungary.   regardless   though,   jubilee   had   grown   from   the   x-men'   ‘baby’   to   now   having   one   of   their   own.   and   just   as   they   were   loved   by   so   many,   jubilation   loved   little   shogo   as   if   they   were   their   own,   dragon-transforming   &   all   (   that's   still   a   bit   of   an   adjustment,   but   for   later   ).   ❛   say   papa   logan   ?   ❜   jubilee   tries   to   coax   the   bouncing   toddler   on   their   knee   to   say   as   their   father   figure   comes,   but   alas,   the   only   thing   shogo   only   says   clearly   these   days   is   SHOGO,   as   they   do   now.    ❛   we're   still   working   on   that.   ❜   jubilee   chuckles   as   little   shogo   coos   at   their   little   rattle. 

@clawmourned.

[clawmourned]

"sometimes  it's  better  to  hide  just  how  smart  you  are  or  others  are  gonna  make  a  habit  of  trying  to  make  you  fall.  don't  wanna  be  on  your  high  horse  when  they  get  you."  which  didn't  mean  he  wasn't  confident  lawrence  could  stay  up  on  his  high  horse  for  the  longest  time,  but  was  it  worth  having  to  fight  all  the  time?  honestly,  logan  didn't  know  anymore.  once  upon  a  time  he  would've  fought  anybody...  everybody  &  always,  but  now?  he  didn't  know  anymore.  "oh  wow,  that  quick  to  drop  me  off  at  a  nursing  home,  huh?  can't  trust  kids  these  days."  they  all  had  targets  on  their  backs  in  a  way,  logan  knew  some  handled  it  better  than  others,  but  he  liked  to  think  that  they  were  relatively  safe  here  at  the  mansion.  strength  in  numbers.  but  at  the  same  time,  he  could  protect  the  younglings  in  case  something  ever  happened.  now  if  only  he  could  actually  make  himself  stay.  permanently.  but  alas,  he'd  take  what  he  could.  "who's  annoying  you?  and  why  isn't  it  scott?"  it  was  fascinating  how  similar  they  were  in  more  ways  than  one  &  yet  they  were  different,  too.  very  different.  animals  weren't  made  to  be  inside.  logan  assumed  that  was  his  doing,  indirectly.  not  that  he'd  been  asked  about  any  of  this.

"you  see,  i  never  understood  that  phrase.  why  is  it  bad  that  i'm  smart  and  own  up  to  it?"  oh  lawrence  is  a  thorn  on  everyone's  side  and  he's  smug  about  it  to  boot.  that's  why  there's  a  small  smile  on  his  face  right  now,  almost  inching  into  a  wide  grin.  “i  wish  i  would've  had  time  to  prepare  in  that  case.  i  would've  gotten  you  into  a  nursing  home  instead  of  this  place.  you'll  break  your  back.”  although  he  knows  that  logan's  back  is  better  than  even  the  younger  heroes.  they  were  similar  in  the  sense  that  they're  not  stationary.  x-23's  constant  need  to  move  around  is  paired  with  the  fact  that  he  thinks  it's  too  dangerous  to  get  close  to  someone.  if  he  bonds  with  another,  then  they  can  be  used  against  him.  if  he  keeps  them  at  a  distance,  they're  safe.  “scott's  still  around  and  aside  from  people  annoying  me,  it's  a  nice  little  mansion.  i  barely  spend  time  inside  though.  too  stuffy.”  unless  it's  the  danger  room.  slash  slash!

[clawmourned]

"alright,  okay  -  smart  ass."  maybe  logan  should  show  him  how  important  it  was  to  be  humble  sometimes.  he  was  cute,  though  -  all  confident  &  snarky.  "yeah,  sounds  about  right.  you  can  wheel  me  around  the  mansion,  feed  me  beer  from  a  sippy  cup.  it'll  be  great."  little  chuckle  followed,  gentle  squeeze  before  he  let  the  other  go  again.  he  didn't  need  the  others  to  think  he  was  getting  soft  with  old  age.  "one  of  my  best  qualities."  even  though  he  never  quite  managed  to  sit  still  in  one  place  for  long,  he  felt  at  home  here  in  the  mansion.  well,  maybe  not  quite  yet  here,  but  it  was  close  enough.  logan  was  still  new  in  a  way,  he  wasn't  trying  to  replace  this  world's  logan,  but  find  his  own  corner.  he  would  like  to  think  he  was  doing  alright.  "you  really  do  take  after  me.  good  job,  bub.  how're  you  liking  it  here?  scott  still  around?"

“there's  no  guessing  when  it's  obvious  that  i'm  right.”  normally  he's  not  much  of  a  smart  ass.  at  least  because  he  doesn't  pride  himself  on  being  smart.  although  he  does  always  remember  the  life  advice  that  logan  gives  him.  “y'  calling  yourself  old  now?  maybe  i  should  get  you  a  wheelchair  then.”  lawrence  embraced  the  hug  for  a  couple  of  seconds.  not  too  long  though.  he  doesn't  need  people  around  the  x-mansion  calling  him  a  softie.  mainly  because  he's  scratch  them  if  they  did.  “y'  do.  in  this  life  and  all  the  others  apparently.”  he  laughs  at  the  question.  does  x-23  ever  not  piss  anyone  off?  “three  in  counting,  although  the  day  is  still  young.  give  me  until  dinner  and  that  number  will  be  higher.”  he's  sure  of  it. 

[clawmourned]

"guess  you're  right  about  that."  that  was  indeed  a  motto  he  lived  by,  but  truth  be  told  he  didn't  like  it  when  the  youngster  threw  his  own  lectures  back  at  him.  "you  should  respect  your  elders,  though."  logan  shot  back  with  a  small  grin,  arms  open  to  welcome  the  young  mutant  against  his  chest.  he  thought  the  way  that  made  him  feel  lost  ...forever.  yet  here  he  was,  armful  of  kid.  "hey  kid.  you  know  i  always  come  back."  dogs  always  found  their  way  home.  gentle  squeeze,  rocking  the  youngster  left  &  right  before  releasing  him.  "you  look  like  you're  having  fun  here.  piss  anybody  off  yet?"  he  might  be  slightly  disappointed  if  not. 

relationships  were  never  simple.  when  you  were  created  in  a  lab  and  forced  to  kill  your  own  mother?  even  more  complicated.  he  had  a  whole  thing  with  his  world's  logan  before  being  introduced  to  this  one.  not  that  he  liked  one  over  the  other,  but  he  was  willing  to  really  give  up  his  life  for  this  one.  he  was  also  much  older  when  they  met  which  helped  form  a  stronger  bond.  “isn't  our  motto  not  to  go  easy  on  anyone  even  if  they're  an  old  friend?”  his  lips  curved  into  a  wide  grin  though,  running  up  to  wolverine  and  throwing  his  arms  over  the  man's  shoulders.  “glad  to  see  you  came  back,  bub.” 

[clawmourned]

at  first  he  said  nothing.  wolverine  just  ....watched.  he  observed.  truth  be  told,  he'd  been  ..calmer,  lately.  a  little.  he  wasn't  sure  if  it  was  impending  doom  giving  him  that  all  too  familiar  feeling  of  everything's  okay  -  world's  at  stake,  what  else  is  new?  or  if  it  was  something  else,  but  being  back  at  the  mansion  was  oddly  comforting  even  if  it  wasn't  his  own.  almost  felt  ...like  coming  home.  not  that  he  would  say  that  out  loud,  but  seeing  lawrence  here  with  him  was  ..something.  they'd  met  somewhat  briefly  during  the  shit  that  went  down  a  few  months  ago.  logan  liked  to  think  he  was  granted  a  second  chance  for  a  reason  &  he'd  been  trying  to  make  the  best  of  it.  kind  of.  “is  that  how  you  greet  an  old  friend?”

location: xavier's school for gifted youngsters, outside grounds 

“it would take me approximately two seconds for me to run over there and stab you in the leg if you don't stop looking at me like that.” x-23 has been training for the better half of the morning. tracking wild animals down by smell. using the grounds for target practice, fighting the dummies. and climbing up high surfaces to get vantage points. by now, they probably look like they've worked out for at least 2 hours straight. “so how about you tell me what you want before i go shower and i won't have to get expelled from here.” not that he'll actually attack them. maybe…

[clawmourned]

[clawmourned]

tag drop

✦ ・melli speaks ﹙ ooc ﹚

✦ ・patience isn't my strongest suit ﹙ visage ﹚

✦ ・pain lets you know you're still alive ﹙ physical ﹚

✦ ・fill your heart with better memories ﹙ isms ﹚

✦ ・life is a gift. immortality is a curse ﹙ about ﹚

✦ ・mankind has always feared what it doesn't understand ﹙ wants ﹚

✦ ・then we stand together. all of us﹙ connection ﹚

[clawmourned]

"i'm  not  gonna  stop  you,  banner.  pretend  i'm  naked  if  that  helps.  wait,  that's  for  speeches.  ah,  whatever."  he  didn't  come  here  to  interrupt  his  work,  but  when  he  came  here,  bruce  hadn't  been  working,  so..  if  anything,  this  was  bruce's  own  fault.  not  that  logan  looked  to  blame  anybody  for  anything.  him  &  banner  went  ways  back  -  or  rather,  him  &  the  hulk.  both?  yeah.

"gamma  readings?  isn't  that  your  thing?"  little  nod  at  him,  hinting  at  his  ...little  problem.  little  big  problem  -  yeah,  something  like  that.  eyeing  him  though,  brows  pull  together  in  wonder.  banner  looked  ..  lost.  did  his  readings  not  make  sense?  "couldn't  sleep.  this  place  is  massive."

"   please, logan. no need to be prickly about this.           i just wanna be done with my work, is all.   "    bruce says, gathering his papers and data before finally sitting down again with a groan. because let's be real, they are both old and tired of this shit. they have fought all that they can fight. even the hulk, who back in the day would have begged to released just to instigate the other, was silent.

"   gamma readings. from our little galactus problem.   "    bruce says, flipping through the pages mindlessly. this could save them, he knows that it can, he just needs to ... make sense of all of it first.    "   anyway, what are you doing here? it's late.   "

[clawmourned]

[clawmourned]

[pspsps, anybody wanna plot some threads? haven't written the bio yet, but i think i semi-decided which logan i'm going with.]

[clawmourned]

when  a  gigantic  green  giant  was  on  the  loose,  even  the  far  corners  of  the  x-men  mansion  found  out  about  it,  so  he  would  have  -  eventually,  been  in  the  area  anyway,  but  funnily  enough,  logan  had  been  in  the  area.  taking  his  bike  out  for  a  ride,  or  ...clearing  his  head  -  he  wasn't  sure  exactly  which  of  the  two  was  more  accurate.  or  if  it  was  something  else  entirely.  like  trying  to  visit  friends  in  the  city.  not  that  he  had  a  lot  of  them.  sometimes  he  just  ...went.  he  didn't  think  too  hard  on  where  &  why.

not  that  it  mattered  why  he  was  here.  what  really  mattered  was  the  noise  he  heard  that  had  him  turn  around  in  the  first  place.  a  loud  clash,  so  he'd  turned  the  bike  around  to  track  it  down.  he  found  the  warehouse  easily  &  caught  someone's  scent  inside.

upon  stepping  inside,  he  hadn't  expected  to  meet  a  piece  of  roof  face  first,  but  claws  out  &  with  a  swift  step  sideways,  he  managed  to  avoid  the  most  of  it.  a  piece  of  metal  hit  him  in  the  face,  but  the  wound  healed  again  quick.  that  was  loud.  sheesh.  logan  definitely  winced  a  little,  his  ears  ringing,  but  he  shook  it  off - if not without a little grunt & growl.  "hey  there,  big  guy.  wanna  tell  me  what  you're  doing  out  here?"

int.    some abandoned warehouse on the city outskirts.    night.

the hulk ran. and he ran and ran and didn't stop,           until he crashed through the roof of the abandoned building, and he could hear the groaning of dilapidated infrastructure ... and silence. hulk doesn't even know where he is right now. all he knew is that he needed to leave that place when he felt overwhelmed. just like bruce told him to do.

puny bruce, who now looks out for him.

his breathing was still heavy, and the adrenaline and rage he can feel in his irradiated muscles are still at it's peak. but he has to stay here. for hulk doesn't want to hurt anyone. he just wants to be alone.

clang! he heard from his right.

and with inhuman agility, he took a piece of the fallen roof and hurled it at them, before taking a defensive stance.    "   LEAVE HULK!   "    he screams at them, which echoed about ten times in the abandoned building.    "   LEAVE HULK ALONE!   "

open for everyone! @shieldreports.

[clawmourned]

claws  tucked  away  for  the  time  being,  logan  had  been  looking  for  a  place  to  sit  in  this  godforsaken  place  for  what  had  felt  like  an  eternity  until  he  chose  to  just  plant  himself  on  one  of  the  many  research  tables.  maybe,  he'd  brushed  a  hand  over  one  of  two  of  ...the  things  on  it,  or  maybe  he  hadn't.  who  could  tell?  it'd  been  just  him  in  the  lab  for  a  while.

touch  to  his  arm  made  one  of  his  brows  raise,  eyes  instantly  on  that  hand,  but  so  far  ...  logan  remained,  though  not  without  a  little  huff.  "careful  with  that  hand,  doc."  short  pause.  a  breather  for  both  of  them,  but  mostly  him.  his  pulsepoint  raging.  "what's  all  this  anyway?"

int.    banner's lab, shield hq.    night.

"   i see that the no touching rule has been broken already.   "           bruce says with a sigh, not even looking at them as he makes a beeline to his work station. yes, he knows it's nearly three in the morning. and yes, he knows he is missing sleep. but during this tumultuous time, when the world is yet again in the brink of being destroyed, is he not allowed the luxury of working in peace?

he then gave them a tap on the arm and a raised eyebrow look.    "   now, be a good boy and get off the table, please?   "

open for everyone! @shieldreports.

[clawmourned]

[uh, hi ⸺ if anybody would like to plot, lmk? <3]

[clawmourned]

location: xavier's school for gifted youngsters open to all @shieldreports

clad  in  a  white  tee  &  tight  jeans  with  a  belt  buckle  that  seemed  way  too  big  for  the  width  (or  lack  thereof)  of  his  waist,  logan  was  strolling  through  the  corridor  of  the  school.  it  was  dark  outside,  but  that  didn't  bother  him.  he  was  a  light  sleeper  &  often  woke  to  nightmares,  which  then  meant  he'd  be  up  for  the  rest  of  the  night.  first  target  destination:  kitchen.  soft  curse  fell  from  his  lips  when  his  eyes  were  done  roaming  the  fridge.  school.  "right,  no  beer."  with  a  soft,  frustrated  groan,  he  spun  around  &  headed  for  one  of  the  cupboards  up  top  to  grab  a  soda.

ugh.  why  was  he  here  again?  he  should  be  out  there.  or  should  he?  popping  the  cap,  he  watched  it  fly  for  a  short  moment  before  catching  it  easily  &  dropping  it  into  the  trashcan.  he  flopped  down  on  the  couch,  one  leg  up  on  the  coffee  table,  the  other  across  above  it,  boots  ...still  on,  but  hey  -  it  was  late,  who  could  possible  snitch  on  him?  tv  remote  located,  he  flipped  channels  to  try  &  find  something  worthwhile  to  pass  the  time  with.  keen  senses  picked  up  footsteps,  quick  sniff  to  see  if  he  recognized  the  scent.  "nothing  good  ever  on  tv,  huh."

[clawmourned]

logan. • physical. • about. • isms. • connections. • wants.

 pedro  pascal,  gay,  male  +  he/him  → attention  !  we  have  report  of  james  (logan)  howlett,  otherwise  known as  wolverine has  been  spotted  within  the  area.  we  have  reason  to  believe  they  have  the  power  of regenerative  healing,  superhuman  strength/agility  &  retractable  adamantium  claws.  they  are  known  to  be protective  &  caring, but  also  can  be unpredictable  &  violent, so  please  proceed  with  caution  when  approaching  them.  S.H.I.E.L.D.  has  reported  that  they’re  of  a cinematic variant  with  some  comic  inspo,  so  be  warned  ! 

BASIC INFO

full name — James Howlett also known as — Logan / Wolverine / Patient Zero age — old gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual clothing style — casual / jeans, wife-pleasers, flannel, biker boots / uniform

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Pedro Pascal hair — brown curls / eyes — brown height — five foot & nine inches build — kinda like a T, broad shoulders, muscled torso, slutty waist (it be thin ok), everything else is yum scars — across the bridge of his nose, cut underneath his left eye that drags onto his cheek tattoos — n/a piercings — n/a powers — regenerative  healing,  superhuman  strength/agility  and  retractable  adamantium  claws/skeleton, animal-keen senses (+animal like canine teeth)

PERSONALITY

positive traits — protective, caring, loyal, wild negative traits — short-tempered, brawny, cranky, unpredictable, violent hobbies — traveling, boxing, drinking

MEDICAL INFO

mental — ehm, semi-healthy physical — healthy phobias — fear of water (aquaphobia), loss of control eyesight — 20/20 dominant hand — right hand alcohol use — heck ye diet — food

SPICY INFO

sexual preference — bottom kinks — breeding, praise, scents, hair pulling, rough, choking, cockwarming, verbal feminization, collars + leashes, watersports, probably more. anti-kinks — scat, vore

BACKGROUND

birthplace — canada parents — john & elizabeth howlett siblings — n/a notable skills — master martial artist, japanese swordfighting, skilled mechanic, multilingual, etc.

BIO

the worst wolverine.