Logan

-act of finding and rescuing her.

-and applying a cold compress to her head. Her body temperature was high. She was clearly hurt, but he could hopefully talk to her.

"Can you tell me what happened?" His voice gruff in nature, but the tone as soft as he could really manage when he was focused, and admittedly, a bit keyed-up by the-

He moved slowly, and he took her to where he was staying. It wasn't nice by any means, but he'd made it comfortable enough. Laying her on the couch, he pulls the cord of the lamp, the only light in the room, his eyes on her. The couch was worn and well-used, grabbing some water he kept by the bed-

-her suffer like that, hopefully he could get her some help sooner or later, but first, get her out, extraction was the hardest part. That damned military training never did leave, even though he'd not volunteered for near a century.

-so this was just a Tuesday.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, putting her into a fireman's carry as he hurried away, still moving as quietly as his boots allowed, his head on a swivel. He didn't know what to expect, or what had happened, but he couldn't just let-

"Logan." He responds, his voice a half growl with the gruffness as he makes his way towards her, hurried but cautious. It was obvious she was in pain, but, he didn't see any reason for it, not that physicality mattered, he knew a man who could break your mind, and a woman who could summon lightning-

-themselves from his wrist.

Moving slowly, he saw a woman, it took a moment to figure out who she was, and then it clicked. He remembered her, though only slightly, but that was more than most got.

Stepping forward, the blades retracted, and he put his fingers to his lips as he approached.

-wasn't one he knew well, but one he'd encountered. Following the sound, he made his way cautiously, moving silently, even though most would assume he couldn't. Years of training and all that.

Rounding the corner, he heard it again. His fist balled and the the three six-inch blades revealed -

Trouble always seemed to find him. It didn't matter if he was drinking at a bar, parked in his truck, or even literally on fire, there was always something.

He thought he heard something, but, he rarely ever didn't in these situations. Sniffing the air, he caught a scent that he recognized. It -

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Clara Oswald
Multi ship
Detailed and friendly writer
Writes non lewd and lewd with a good build up .
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"You have a gift."

#LISRP #CrossoverRP

30+ Writer

//Anyone want to RP?

"Now what the fuck is this?"

//Starters welcome, DMs open

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"I feel a great swell of pity for the poor soul..."

× Charles F. Xavier

× AU Portrayal

"...Who comes to my school looking for trouble."

Puffs his cigar

"Yeah, something like that." He says, finishing his drink. "I'm grabbin' a smoke, you comin'?" Money on the counter and heading for the door.

//This fr

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"We are all lonely. I sometimes think that, that is all that life is. We’re all just fighting not to be alone."

📝New to the fandom
📝 Veteran RP
📝No Lewds Allowed
📝Lit/Des
📝Crossover friendly
📝Multi-Verse
📝 #DaredevilRP
📝 #MCURP
📝 #MarvelRP

꧁x-ᴍᴇɴ ᴏᴄ꧂

sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴇᴀɴ. ᴍᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs; ᴘʏʀᴏᴋɪɴᴇsɪs & ᴛᴇʟᴇᴋɪɴᴇsɪs. ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ x-ᴍᴇɴ. (Ⓒ ɪɴ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ.)

✘ Mᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ.
》 Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ #FierceDespair 《
ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-sʜɪᴘ
{↻&♡}

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➳ " 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ? 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 . 𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 . "

➳ descriptive . mature content . 21+ Only . ships with chemistry . .ᐟ

／ - - ☆﹠⟳.

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"This Is Not My Home. I Am Not Thief, I Am Not Assassin. I Am An X-Man."

♠️Not New To X-Men Or Gambit
♠️Minors DNi
♠️heavy story driven RP
♦️17+Yrs Rp Exp
♦️Mun is 36 years of age
♦️C+B/CO= OkL+Rt=F
♥️#MVRP
♥️Single Ships With Chem/Rogue
♥️#MySpaceVET

"The only time I talk to potatoes is when I tell them to finish cookin'." He said, finishing his drink

Eating lunch at a greasy spoon

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

Throws his shredded shirt to the ground, pulling one from the back of his pickup truck.