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[nothinicantkill]

Damn. I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know why?

I work at F.E.A.R. now. Maybe I can help in some way, though I haven't even gone on the orientation yet.

[danzan]

No. I just know some powers don't work right here. My healing, Erik's magnet shit-- everything's on the fritz.

Is there even an orientation for that? Last I was there everyone was too busy taking care of the civvies and injured to do anything else.

[nothinicantkill]

That's not comforting. There's something I should tell you, then. Face to face.

I thought there was? Maybe they've never had time.

[danzan]

Ha, well. Whenever it is, good luck. You could probably talk to Goro Majima, he's supposed to be the leader. His handle's "kyouken".

I ain't part of the org myself, though.

[ Still, "something I should tell you" gives him pause. ] You want to meet?

We fucking live next to each other.

[nothinicantkill]

I don't know what you get up to or where you go when you're texting.

Come on over. Wade's off doing Wade things.

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[danzan]

My point is we don't have to make invites a big deal.

Be there in 3. Don't get up. I'll just pick your lock.

[ And true to form, in three minutes Logan's entered the house, shutting the front door behind him and locking it again.

Sniffing Cable out makes it easy to find him, wherever he is. ]

Hey.

[nothinicantkill]

Hey. There's beer in the fridge, knock yourself out.

[Cable's cleaning his rifle. It's in bits on the kitchen table, on a towel. It smells of oil and metal.]

[He's sitting at the table, shirt off. One side of his chest is deeply bruised. The other is metal, starting at his shoulder (or his arm, really), crawling up the side of his neck and down his left side, across his left pectoral. There's an open bottle of beer at his elbow.]

I figured we don't know each other very well, so I'd ask. Next time I'll just kick down your door.

[The smile means he may or may not be joking.]

[danzan]

You're supposed to be in bed. [ But it comes out less scolding and more like an observation he knows won't inspire any change. It's almost bizarre how similar Cable is to him, but he takes a seat at the table and sets a box of tea down on what empty space is there. ] Here.

[ It's black tea. ]

And y'know, back when I was teaching, everyone knocked my damn door down. You wouldn't be the first.

[nothinicantkill]

I couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd be productive.

[Cable picks up the tea, takes one out of the box to smell.]

We need to drink this.

[He gets up to start the kettle, but it doesn't work out well. Bones are still grinding, his incision too fresh, and it hurts to move. He only grunts, but it's written on his face. Must. Make. Tea.]

[danzan]

[ The scent of discomfort tickles his nostrils.

Logan stands, touching at Cable's shoulder gently to get him to sit back down. ] Come on, I brought the damn thing. Let me do it. [ His lips press into an unimpressed, but mostly worried line, and he shakes his head as he goes to find wherever the kettle is to boil the water himself. ]

I'm not gonna argue against you walking around, but you ain't doing anything extra for me, all right?

[nothinicantkill]

[Cable sighs and sits back down. He hates showing weakness.]

The kettle's in the sink.

[Setting the cleaning things aside, he begins to rebuild the gun.]

Heard.

[danzan]

Good. Promise next time I'm beaten to high hell, you can scold me for it.

[ But he fills the kettle and puts it on, and now it's just a matter of waiting for water to boil.

Leaning against the counter the sink is in, Logan looks at the gun, letting out a 'hm'. ] That the latest model where you come from?

[nothinicantkill]

Nope. But it's serviceable. Got a lot of the parts from your era. Hell, this knob came off an electric guitar.

[Cable cracks a smile.]

I'll bake you a casserole when you're stuck in bed.

[He's never made one in his life. He just read about them as being comfort food, whatever that is.]

[danzan]

[ Logan is unaware of Cable's cooking experience, or lack thereof. He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, anyway. ] Lucky me. [ Meaning he can dig it.

Even if he shakes his head with a short, amused huff. ] If you can make gun parts out of random crap, I'm sure you can cook.

[nothinicantkill]

I'm just learning. Wade's eyes nearly fell out of his head when he heard I'd never cooked a steak before.

[With the last snap of metal against metal, he finishes building the gun.]

Now I just need to set up to make bullets.

[danzan]

[ The kettle's done boiling, so he goes to retrieve some mugs from the cabinets. Assuming this house comes fully stocked like his did...

Yep. He finds two. ]

I got a lab if you need space to make 'em. [ In the hot water goes, and then the bags of tea are put in. He slides the mug over to Cable. ]

...well. I work there with this kid. But we got tools and a couple materials.

[nothinicantkill]

Nice. I'm assuming the lab didn't come with the house.

[Cable wraps his human hand around the mug, nice and warm.]

You live with the kid?

[danzan]

Nah, he just needed help running the lab, and... [ He tilts his head from side to side in a gesture of things happened. ] It's along Route 7, named STRANGE. I can take you when you ain't about to fall over.

[ Logan dips his bag in and out of the water a couple of times. ]

The kid I live with ain't even a little bit the science-y type.

[nothinicantkill]

Kids can be a blessing.

[Cable takes a sip of his tea, finds it pleasing, and takes another sip. He's putting off talking about what he asked Logan here for. He doesn't want to talk about it, but it's necessary.]

[Even so, he hesitates.]

[danzan]

[ Logan doesn't push the subject. There's the scent of discomfort, acrid but mild, but with him not needing to be anywhere, he can take his time.

He can let Cable take his time. ]

Got a friend who told me I'd end up mother henning all the kids I met here. [ He snorts. ] Worst thing is he's not all wrong.

[nothinicantkill]

Yeah? How many do you have under your wing right now?

[He recalls his conversation with Erik.]

Erik Lensherr is here. He wants to help young mutants.

[danzan]

[ Logan shrugs around gulping a mouthful of tea. ] I couldn't tell you.

And yeah, I know about Erik. He comes from my timeline. We were gonna do the training together.

[ His brow lifts, mouth curving in slight amusement. ] Guess your Magneto must still be an asshole, huh?

[nothinicantkill]

He was, yeah. But no one could ever agree on what he stood for and why. This Magneto, while I don't quite trust him, I want to give him a chance to change my mind.

[He takes another sip of tea and decides he likes the stuff. Now that it's not scalding, he'll take a bigger drink.]

If you need help with training, I'm happy to lend a hand. When I'm not doing FEAR things. Or killing monsters.

[danzan]

'course you are. [ Logan chuckles. ] Yeah, I'll remember. Could actually use your help once we start work on the Danger Room.

[ It's technically still something he's considering with Peter, but the deal's good as done for it. ]

And you know, Erik's my best friend. I'd do anything for him. He's still an ass, that's for sure, but he knows better. He and I both do.

[nothinicantkill]

[Cable's heard of the Danger Room. It's a simulation room in which their own technology in the future was based off of. They trained as much as they could in the non-lethal environment before being thrown to the wolves.]

I know something about that sort of tech. I could even suggest some improvements.

[Cable smiles around his tea. He nods.]

And that's why I'm giving him a chance. I trust your instincts.