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𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑨𝑵. ([personal profile] carcajous) wrote in [community profile] diademlogs 2025-06-27 11:32 pm (UTC)

[ While the other man weighs his answer, Logan pays for another beer, whatever they've got behind the counter. He glances over his shoulder. Stock Market, that right? He's walked by. Never looked in, though. In the entire time he's gone in and out of the diner, this bar, he's been without a single weapon on his person—a point Frank might've noticed, might've not.

He returns to the table in time to see the ball land its pocket. His cue to keep sipping his beer 'til his turn comes again. ]


Would you believe me if I said private school? [ His tone is amused, expression mild. He leans his shoulder against a nearby pillar, splintered along the edge from where a bullet must've struck it ages ago. ] Did some logging up north. [ Probably. Memory's hazy, but there. ] Rode around. Been unloading boxes here.

[ He could find something better. The Dome, play bodyguard, whatever illicit transports are always going on around the city. He's not interested. He isn't...hell, he isn't entirely sure what it is he wants to do while they get their bearings. A piece of him feels oddly, annoyingly adrift, kinda like he's waiting for orders or an operation that isn't coming. What he is sure of are the few X-Men here, however small a handful they are. Maybe it's enough he knows who he is, for now. ]

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