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That's just one problem of living in such a small town. There were people who knew him. And they didn't know when to not touch what was his. Although Eliza didn't know that yet, the simmering irritation turned into scalding anger as someone with sleazy fingers didn't get the point he was trying to make with body language. Having kept his eye on the man during the whole of their date night, Logan finally snapped when the other guy's hand dared touch Eliza's shoulder. Standing quickly, Logan said nothing as he grabbed his bottle of beer and smashed it on the man's disgusting mop of a head. He had the audacity to ruin their date night, and it was infuriating when he couldn't have his girl all to himself for a night out. The guy tried to throw a sloppy punch, but Logan was easily able to evade and punch his jaw, the shockwave radiating in pain all the way up his arm. Shaking it out, grabbing the sleaze's shirt, Logan pulled him in close. "You touch her one more time, you're eating your fucking teeth." He growled, soon tossing him forcibly back away from their table.

Their night had started out so perfectly -- it always did -- but something had shifted. Logan’s tension is noticeable and she almost asks if he’s okay. But she doesn’t get a chance to, not when she feels someone’s hand on her shoulder, fingers digging in to purposefully pull her attention. “What the f--” Liza starts, but doesn’t get much more out before she sees Logan standing, the sound of glass breaking makes her gasp sharply, standing just as punches were thrown. She yelps when she hears the sound of Logan’s fist connecting with the interloper’s jaw, but she doesn’t get in the way, not until she sees him grab the guy and yank him close. Her hands pressed to his back carefully, fingers grasping the fabric of his shirt. “Logan--” She starts, but there’s something about the growl his voice takes on, the way he had so quickly reacted, possessive more than protective -- part of her wants to climb him like a tree, desire coiling low in her belly. 

The conflict between his kingdom and Camelot had grown to a fever pitch; the clashes between their armies were fearsome, and Cenred was gaining ground. Still, he hadn't expected his latest attack to be quite so successful and Camelot seemed close to giving in to his demands. Now, with their new prisoner, they had even more leverage...although, from what his men were saying, he had given little away. Striding down into the dungeons, he nods to the guards as they unlock the cell and he lays eyes on the high ranking official that they'd captured.

[ o ]--- Madison Square Garden truly was a modern coliseum of ice and overbearingly sharp spotlights, the rink gleaming so brightly it nearly hurt the eyes.

The frozen battlefield was scrutinized by its new sentinel, the new goalie arriving without any sort of entourage and just a duffel slung over one broad shoulder. Scent of sharpened steel and something prickling hung in the air, and bright ceruleans trace the details of the rink one more time before he moves on to the Security's glass office.

A few people stood in front of it, their gear clearly indicating it was the arena's security team, and he shapes a faint smile with a nod in greeting.

' Gentlemen... I am Thor Odinson, I was supposed to report here?'

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Lyric starters | accepting

The dragonrider has come to accept her soft strangeness, unafraid of the spark of divine energy within her body and soul, present in all astral elves. Logan is not afraid of Mantis, which in turn means that Indra, although reluctant, allows her presence as well. It fills her chest with something akin to warmth. She knows how short the human lifespan is — and Logan is using what little time he has to trust her.

"Good." It comes out flat, but not callous. Mantis realizes this, and she adds a soft lilt to her voice. "It would be terribly inconvenient if you were afraid. I find your presence of great interest. Your bond with Indra is... quite the anomaly." Star-filled eyes rise to meet his, there is no malice in her words, only something ancient and deeply earnest. "I like it, for I believe in the power of a bond; building bridges is the only way to keep from spiraling into the depths of insanity. In the Astral Sea we devoted ourselves to our deities to keep madness at bay, but devotion alone should not replace connection."

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Oh, yes. His love of art. So, if you've ever watched the live actions - X2 in this case - you know that when confronted by Bobby Drake's parents, Logan claims to be an art teacher. This is meant to be a joke. I don't think it is. well- okay. It is in the script, but I don't know how much of the comics the screenwriters read. Logan does seem to like art in the comics. I believe it's when he meets the heads of the Yashida family that he sees a vase, picks it up, and identifies the era, the artist, and I believe the technique. I'll have to find the issue again to pull the panels up. There's another issue where Logan and Laura are spending quality time together, and he takes her to an art museum. They admire some paintings, and Laura teases him that he only likes them so much because they have naked women in them. He laughs it off. And then there's the way Logan decorates his office, especially in the Jean Grey School, when he's headmaster. He has various decorative masks and weapons on the wall, as well as little statuettes on his shelves. Plus, the school itself has a lot of examples of statues and portraiture all over it. Logan likes art.

Now, from here on out is where we get into my personal headcanons. I think, if things had been different, James Howlett would've grown up to be an artist. If he had never lost his dad, that's what he would've liked to do. He was rich enough he could've made it his life's work. He would've made a gallery or two, specialized in charcoal and oils, done a lot of landscapes... He would've been happy. Of course, that didn't happen.

Logan still loves art. He's especially interested in the Group of Seven, indigenous or native art traditions, and Japanese pottery. He also likes weaponry, and has two collections - one for weapons that are just practical, and one for those that are more decorative.

I like to think he dabbles in a bit of art himself. He can do carvings with his claws, sure, but he actually prefers to sketch (graphite, ink, or charcoal), or forge. He has a journal he writes in a LOT. It was supposed to just be a therapy thing, now he does it to keep his thoughts in order. It's full of all sorts of drawings and doodles. His favourite subjects are the animals he 'hunts' - if he can get close enough to touch them and they don't spook, he'll see if he can get a quick drawing in before they bolt. As for forging, he mainly specializes in making swords - he apprenticed under Muramasa himself for years. If you ask him VERY nicely, and he likes you VERY much, he might just make one for you.