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[nothinicantkill]

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text | un: wolverine | sometime after the mayor's house

[danzan]

How you feeling?

[nothinicantkill]

Like shit, but better than yesterday.

cool thanks for the shirtless nate icon

[danzan]

You take what you can get.

I ended up going into the den too, if you'll believe it. Some kid got stuck inside.

Fuck internal bleeding.

i aim to please

[nothinicantkill]

A kid? I'm glad you were around to drag him out.

Had some of that, too. Made my hospital visit fantastic.

[Can you feel the sarcasm, Logan? CAN YOU FEEL IT?]

[danzan]

[ :( nathan............. ] You went to the hospital?

[nothinicantkill]

After that shit went down in the Mayor's house, I had to. Kept getting dizzy, throwing up--that stuff isn't exactly a broken rib thing.

[He doesn't mention that he refused to stay in the hospital.]

but it's getting better

[danzan]

Yeah. Shit. But I'm glad you're OK.

You didn't see any monsters while you were there?

[nothinicantkill]

I did see a few. There's holes in them now.

[danzan]

Nice.

You're home now, aren't you?

[nothinicantkill]

Yeah. They wanted me to stay, but with all the shit going on around here, I'd rather be home and armed than there and vulnerable.

Besides, they needed the bed. Lot of people there, hardly any room.

Is it like this all the time?

[danzan]

I don't think so. Far as anyone knows, October's the worst it's been.

Did you see the video that came up before all this started?

[nothinicantkill]

I don't remember a video, so it must have been before I arrived.

[danzan]

Right.

So on the third, everyone's phones played the same thing. There was this woman there wearing a nun outfit.

She said this was Test 137.

[nothinicantkill]

Been going on for a while now, then. I don't expect they'll want to stop, either.

There must be a way out of here.

[danzan]

I don't know if there's a way out of town. Northstar told me running just makes you go up at the edge, like running up a dome.

But this nun most likely lives in a lab on Mt. Rheum.

And before you go charging in, going up there'd kill you. There's something in the air that makes you lose your senses and start bleeding out, voices screaming in your head, that whole thing.

I've been thinking of going in. But I don't know how good my healing factor is yet.

[nothinicantkill]

Something in the air, literally?

[Cable could work with that. Request a gas mask from the cosmic deer god, see what happens. He also wonders who Northstar is.]

It seemed pretty good in my [He pauses, not sure how to explain his No Man's Land.] dream.

That was just a dream, right?

[danzan]

Not literally. [ If only it was. ]

And yeah, the thing with En Sabah Nur? That was a dream.

...in a dream. If Deerington's a dream.

My healing factor doesn't work like that outside what happened in your head.

[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.

network → log

[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.