16410/That's Not a Sight You See at the Mansion

That's Not a Sight You See at the Mansion
Date of Scene:	06 July 2024
Location:	Logan's Room (North Halls), Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Logan deals with the aftermath of his first encounter with Creed.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Storm

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Wolverine has posed:
A Tow Truck of all things pulls down the long driveway to Xavier's mansion. One lone vehicle is secured to the back of it: A motorcycle. It's not just any motor cycle, it's an indian motor cycle and it's only a few years old. A custom job. All of it very expensive. And the handle bar is now very bent, along with several other pieces. People may not be able to see it until the thing is walked off. Oh, this bike has a story to tell about a bad night.

And the rider pops out of the passenger side of the tow truck. Oh, the rider has a similar story with a worse looking day. Parts of his light blue jeans are just turn and shreedded. From the knees down, it's like part of the denim barely hangs on. Blood stains along some of the tears.

Similar cuts and tears run along the simple black shirt and throught different spots. Some red stains the white of the neck. And that's not coutning the tiny holes and puncture wounds all over the clothes. Despite all the wear and tear of the clothes, not a scratch on them. That's how Logan shows up to the mansion.

First walking his bike into the garage, leaving it there and walking out angry and determined. He moves to his room. People can try stopping him, asking questions, but he'll shoot the foulest of looks. Bunched up anger of a man that's clearly pushed into deep recesses of anger and very little could cheer them up.

Students probably give him a birth as he moves up to his room. Oh, he's going to shower, change and put a plan into motion.

Storm has posed:
First it was the rumors in the hallway. All manner of what ifs and whys lurking in the shadows surrounding why Logan was all covered in blood and his clothes were torn asunder. Storm first heard a trickling of it in the kitchen when some students were filling up their water bottles. More as she walked down the corridors to ensure that people were going to their proper destinations. School's out for the moment, but some of the students don't have many places to go so the school is also their home.

Having heard just about enough of the rumors, Storm decides to go see the man of the hour himself. Making her way to Logan's room - as this is where she's deduced is the last place people saw him enter - and simply gives a few knocks onto his door. "Logan?" She calls out gently. "Wolverine. It's Storm. Can I come in?" Trying to keep as much of the worry out of her voice as she can while also showing her compassionate side in the moment.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan hears the voice and there's a pause that comes from him. On his bed is the coat, which has definitely seen better day. Also, it's clear that the thing will need to be replaced. Near it is a black shirt with several other holes. And on the floor is a pair of jeans. Oh, he saw something.

"What?" Logan grumps from the bathroom before starting up the water. He wants to make sure the glass shards are gone.

Storm has posed:
"I'm not going to yell at you from the hallway, Logan. Is the door unlocked?" Despite asking, Storm will attempt to turn the handle to see if the door is indeed unlocked. "There's rumors in the halls, the students are a little antsy...and while I know you can handle yourself...it's made me worried." She adds that last bit in but that's all he's going to get from her for now unless she can enter his room.

Wolverine has posed:
"Come in," Logan yells from the bathroom knowing she's going to see the discarded clothing. The bathrooom door is ajar. The small tinking sound of small glass shards meeting the plastic of the bathtub. He even shakes himself a little to make sure small slivers fall to the ground.

Storm has posed:
The clothing is seen first, and Storm's heart sinks just a little. Even if she knows deep down that there are few wounds to take down the Wolverine, just seeing his clothing in such disarray causes concern. The tinkling of the glass hitting the tub draws her attention then and she steps more towards the bathroom - happy that door is actually open. "...What happened? You look like you got into a fight with a ca--...." She pauses. Almost pales. "Sabretooth?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan's just quiet for a few moments as realization runs over Storm. "...He threw my motorcycle at me after tossing me through a bar window..." the words quiet, dark and bubbling with anger. Oh, now it makes perfect sense why Logan is given a wide birth at the mansion right now. That anger is palpable. Logan's less upset about himself and the clothes. He heals, clothing can be replaced, but a bike like that takes WORK. That takes time, money, blood sweat and tears. Not only did Sabretooth beat him, but trashed Logan's bike, too. Oh, this is probably very bad.

Storm has posed:
Storm blinks and then shakes her head a little. She knows how fond Logan has been of that bike. Especially since it very much screamed custom job from all angles. In a toss, Sabretooth likely damaged the bike - which explains why some people were murmuring about a tow truck pulling up to the mansion earlier. "Which explains the glass you're pulling and shaking out of yourself right now..." This is offered softly before she takes a slow breath. "This is probably a stupid question, but -can- the bike be fixed? Not caring about the money or the time...is it fixable?" Cause poking where he's upset isn't usually the BEST approach but Storm - despite her moniker - can be known as a gentle being. Somehow turning even the most angered into opposite versions of themselves. Sometimes.

Wolverine has posed:
"I don't know," Logan says and he sighs. "Frame's bent, n' I reinforced the frame. So, that's an issue. A big one," he expects that to cause some issues. Those ocena blue eyes look toward her, "That's the issue. The frame was meant fer -me-. "He lets Storm think of the type of modifications he had to do for a bike to handle himself decently on a motorcyle, with what he would do for it.

Storm has posed:
"Well. One issue at a time. Get yourself rid of glass and cleaned up. I'll find you some new clothes to put on and then we can go look at the bike together. Come up with a plan." Storm says this as she turns and walks into the bedroom proper again. "I'll also get your jacket fixed up if you would like me to? I happen to know some really good tailors..." This called back towards the bathroom as she heads towards his closet to look at all the clothing he has. Which is likely the same exact outfits ten times over - with maybe...MAYBE...one different tee shirt.

Wolverine has posed:
"Coat's ruined. I'll get a new one," Logan says honestly as he finish up cleaning the glass. "Pants are gone, too. Hell, the whole outfit really," he admits honestly.

Right now it's a war between anger and embarassment. Logan was -beaten-. Yes, he got in some good shots, but the fight isn't one that lost by points. Once Sabertooth got the first really good shot in at the end, it starts the ending salvo. That rubs him the wrong way, too.

"Bike's probably broken. I know the frame is gone. Might be able to salvage the innards. But the foundation's gone," he spits out those words bitterly .

Surprisingly the closet is -and- isn't what she sexpects. Are there similar outfits? Yes. Are there copies of the same outfit? Yes. However, it's only so many. The outfits in between create variety. Lots of simple t-shirts, tanktops and flannel shirts. A few button up shirts that look like t hey belong to a garage or someone that wants to dress up without long sleeves.

Storm has posed:
Storm sighs as Logan puts on a defeatest sort of mindset, pulling a few things from the closet that he can change into. Of course, she hears it in his voice as well. That sort of mix between anger and embarassment. She sets the new clothing on the bed, picking up the jeans and tee shirt that are 'ruined' and sets them by the door. It's then joined by the jacket. She has a plan.

Maybe he'll appreciate it.

"I know nothing about mechanics. You might need to talk to someone else about that..." She offers, moving back towards the bathroom. "You and Sabretooth go toe to toe all the time. This isn't your first fight with him and it sure will not be your last. Defeat can be a sour thing, but you can also learn from it." She further extends this before shifting to move and sit on the edge of his bed.

"Anything else on your mind or just trying to get over what happened at the fight?"

Wolverine has posed:
"My weight causes bikes to need reinforcement sometimes. I jostle them good n' the metal," he says honestly. Logan builds bikes for wear and tear. "Ya bend the frame, it's like bendin' a frame of a car. Do enough damage to it, it'll cost ya more to fixit than a new vehicle," Logan admits. Plus it's the bike going throw glass, crashing against, flesh and metal, then bounce once, or twice, on a hard floor.

"I'm upset over the endin' combo. I know a got good hits in, but ruined my bike on top of beating me. Hell, did both in one swing," it's like winning while insutling at the same time. Not a one then the other.

Logan gets out of the shower, starts to dry off. "Trying to get over it, n' assess." Logan is thinking that he might need to shop for a new bike very very soon.

Storm has posed:
Storm listens and nods as he explains. "That's a shame. I am sorry, Logan..." Offering this softly while watching him come out of the shower drying himself off. She motions to the new clothing on the bed. As he further talks about what's upset him on the fight, she nods and then takes in a slow breath. "That isn't helpful..." Remarking about the combo that did Logan in.

"Are you okay with me being here while you get over it and assess?" Asking this gently while she idly takes the jeans and folds them - even if he's going to likely be wearing them here soon.

Wolverine has posed:
"Happens," Logan grumbles a little bit. He's clearly still stewing. The ocean blue eyes look toward her. He'll put on the clothing. Straightening everything out as he stretches out for a moment. "Yeah. I just ain't in the happiest moods," Logan speaks honestly. Rolling his shoulder a littel bit. "I'm just dealin' with it."

Storm has posed:
"Well...I wish I knew of a way to improve your mood. Even just a little bit." That didn't involve the clothing coming back off again, of course. Storm still keeps a soft smile on her lips while reaching a hand to touch against Logan's chest gently. "Is there anything I can do to help? Perhaps set up Victor with an appointment at a local groomer? Shaving him down might make him go back into hiding for a while." She grins. Her attempt at a joke.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan makes a "Heh," from the joke about the groomer. "Poor groomer," Logan says honestly. he shakes his head. "I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy that ain't him," he just smirks. It thaws a little bit. That mood will be nestled in tight against him.

Storm has posed:
Storm smiles, cause Logan is softening even if just a little. She'll take it. Even if she knows that the heart of the mood will be hard to break through. Little chunks at a time - she reminds herself. "Okay. No groomer." Stating this. "You didn't answer my other question tho, and it's fine if the answer is no, or that you don't know. Can I help? At all?"

Wolverine has posed:
"I don't know" he says of the questions. It's going to take a bit, maybe just a beer and a good night's rest. Time usually heals most wounds. Also, figuring out an altnerative plan for his bike would be key.That would also help the mood he suspects.

Storm has posed:
Storm nods. She stands then and walks over to the fridge in Logan's room, knowing he keeps a stock of beer in there. Grabbing one of the bottles, she pops the cap and walks it back over to hand to him. "It's all fresh on your mind right now. Why don't we take the evening to relax and you get some sleep. Tomorrow, we can take a good look at the bike and possibly come up with a plan. Maybe it's not as bad as you think it is. Or maybe it's actually fixable. I know...I know. You doubt it. But... just trust me? Fresh eyes. That's all I'm suggesting."