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[adamantiumloner]

As far as exciting entrances go Logan hasn’t (surprisingly) made many. That changes now as the door bursts open and Logan comes flying in, ass over tea kettle. The door slams shut as soon as he’s through, and he makes a crash landing into an unoccupied table and its chairs.

He picks himself up out of the wreckage, clearly ready to go again, but pausing when he notes his surroundings.

The claws retract and he brushes off, muttering a string of curses to himself about assholes and being too old for this shit.

The table itself is a lost cause, but Logan rights one of the chairs and uses it to occupy another table close by, barking an order to the nearest waitrat who scrambles off to fill it.

To hell with it, he's going to have himself a beer and a bite to eat before finishing the bullshit outside of the door.




[ooc: sporadic slow tagging likely. Open until it scrolls.]

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[buh_bye]

There is a man nearby eating a burger and drinking a beer. He watches this exchanged with little expression, maybe a smirk. The man doesn't smell human, he smells of dust primarily with a very slight note of decay buried under it.

Humans were strange creatures, even those with mutations. He didn't really understand them.

[adamantiumloner]

The rat returns in short order with a pint and a giant slice of New York style pizza.

It'll do, and Logan nods his thanks before taking a drink and then a large bite.

The 'man' he doesn't acknowledge, although Logan is very aware of him.

[buh_bye]

"You know Chicago has some really good Pizza," says Death almost absently, "I considered sparing it just because of that."

Of course he had killed everyone in the restaurant, mostly because Lucifer wanted him to and at that time, he was bound to do what the little tantrum throwing angle wanted.

[adamantiumloner]

Logan waves the notion off. "I don't like that sauce on top of the cheese crap." Too much tomato for his taste.

He tears off another bite from the slice and slides his eyes sideways go look over the man. "What do you mean by 'sparing'?"

[electro_kinetic]

Well.

Not that it's unusual to see Logan fighting in some sense, but Noriko had been right about to go back out of the door as it burst open, blinking as she slides back with one hand open and ready to retaliate against whatever's strong or stupid enough to go up against the Wolverine.

"...What the hell was that all about?" she asks.

[adamantiumloner]

"Same shit, different day," he answers gruffly, patting himself down for a cigar. Which he finds, broken in two.

Growling he stuff it back into his pocket, looking her over.

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it when I head back out."

[electro_kinetic]

"Don't worry about it has never ended well for us," she says. "Want to maybe try again?"

[adamantiumloner]

"How's about 'mind yer damn business'?" he returns, arching a brow at her.

Kids, Christ.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin had just sat down with his breakfast when Logan comes in and offers a chair from his table when Logan's looking for one.

A pointed ear is poking through his copper hair as he asks, "Are you okay?"

[adamantiumloner]

"Yeah, I'm fine," he says, cracking his neck before taking a seat. "One of those days."

[heatherandsteel]

"You get them a lot? Do you want something to eat or drink?" Toby always forgets to eat after a fight.

[adamantiumloner]

"Some are worse than others," he says with a shrug. "I'll have a beer."

[salty_witch]

A young (seeming) woman watches all this with a bored expression and a shake of her head. She smells completely human, though oddly of moors, the sea, and San Francisco.

[adamantiumloner]

Logan is unperturbed about whatever reaction his entrance has drawn. He takes his beer when it arrives and sends the rat after a cigar when Logan finds the one he has on him is broken, either from the fight he just left, or the landing he just made.

[immortalthief]

With an entrance like that how can Amanda not go over and meet this person. Especially given the claws.

Amanda walks over and gives him a clinical look from head to toe, "Are you alright?" because first she wants to make certain he is okay.

[adamantiumloner]

"Fine," he answers, rotating his shoulder until it pops. "This yer table?"

[immortalthief]

"No, not my table." she gives him one more once over but she has not reason not to believe him.

Since he is alright she offers her hand, "Amanda."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan has the decency to brush his hand off before shaking hers. "Logan."

[intoaman]

Diaval watches all this from the safety of the rafters and drops down when it's all over. He's a young man in his late teens or early twenties and heavily scarred. "I did that. The first time I came here. It hurt a lot. Are you okay?"

[adamantiumloner]

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replies, more annoyed by the attention then the entrance he just made. "It happens."

[intoaman]

"I'm glad for you. I hurt myself when I did it. I fell on a glass. But that's before I learned how to fly properly."

[adamantiumloner]

"Crash landings can be a bitch," he says with a nod.

[cutting_edgex23]

X does not sigh, even as she drops out of the rafters just to the left of the pile of splinters that used to be a table.

"You still heal too slow."

Take that, Logan.

[adamantiumloner]

"Nice t'see you, too," he grumbles, propping his feet up onto his new table.

"I ain't payin' for that," he adds.

Take that, Milliways in general.

[cutting_edgex23]

"You can build a new one," X allows.

Beat.

"You like carpentry."

Flagging down a waitrat does not take long, and placing an order for a root beer float takes even less time.

Food is for wimps. Like cigars.