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Post by YolkaEd on May 7, 2013 16:56:44 GMT -5
Wolverine. The best at what he does. What he does right now is scouting.  Having taken a trip downtown, Logan now found himself sitting inside of a café, enjoying a cup of pitch-black coffee. Having gone from a rundown bar in the swamp-end of Louisiana to a café closer to home was a positive change indeed... ...and damn it all, the coffee was good. A gaze was cast towards the clock hanging over the counter. 34 seconds until noon. ...this better not be a MRD stint... he thought bitterly, before drinking more from his cup. |
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Post by kelik on May 7, 2013 17:02:40 GMT -5
 And almost exactly at noon, someone entered the cafe, followed by some unexpected wolf whistles. The figure walked toward Logan's table and smiled. "Pardon me, sir, but is this seat taken?" Said a slightly seductive female voice. |
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Post by YolkaEd on May 7, 2013 17:03:48 GMT -5
A small glance was cast in the direction where this female voice came from. "...I'm expecting someone to take it... at noon." he spoke. |
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Post by kelik on May 7, 2013 17:08:24 GMT -5
"Well, what a coincidence, I'm expecting someone at noon too..."  "Though I thought I called for a Henry McCoy..." Smiled the woman, who was nothing short of drop dead gorgeous. Even in the simple dress she wore. "Still, I can understand why he'd send you in his place, Mr Howlett..." She sat across from him, still keeping that smile. |
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Post by YolkaEd on May 7, 2013 17:11:14 GMT -5
A lone eyebrow raised in interest at this woman, though he remained relatively stone-faced. "...just call me Logan." he hummed. "You're Frost, I take it." |
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Post by kelik on May 7, 2013 17:16:28 GMT -5
Jesus Christ this pic is sinister XD "Emma Frost." She said with a simple nod. "A pleasure to meet you, Logan." She leaned in a bit toward him. "...mm, not bad. That's a strong blend alright..." |
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Post by YolkaEd on May 7, 2013 17:17:57 GMT -5
The eyebrow raised a bit further... and then his eyes narrowed. "...telepath." he grunted, before he drank a bit from his cup. "...explains how you knew my name..." |
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Post by kelik on May 7, 2013 17:20:15 GMT -5
She giggled and pulled back a bit. "Very sharp, Logan. I hope you don't mind me prodding..." She said. "Though goodness me, it felt like quite a mine field in your mind. All I wanted was a name and even that took some effort..." |
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Post by YolkaEd on May 7, 2013 17:21:57 GMT -5
"...trust me... you're better off not knowing." Logan remarked, as he gave her a sharp look. "So, what did ya wanna talk to McCoy about?" |
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Post by kelik on May 7, 2013 19:03:15 GMT -5
"Ah, yes." She ordered her own cup. "I've heard of your situation, and the accident at the manor. My condolences..." |
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Post by YolkaEd on May 7, 2013 19:05:07 GMT -5
"...hm..." Logan just hummed as he sipped from his cup. "...so you wanted to offer condolences?" |
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Post by kelik on May 7, 2013 19:08:13 GMT -5
"No, that was just to soften what's to come..." She reached into her purse and brought out a slip of paper, which happened to be the deed to the mansion's lot... |
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Post by YolkaEd on May 7, 2013 19:09:04 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed, and he swiftly grabbed this paper to look over it. "...where the hell did you get this...?" he uttered, as he slowly looked back at her. |
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Post by kelik on May 7, 2013 19:12:01 GMT -5
"Oh, that's just a copy of the actual deed...which currently belongs to me." She smiled. "You see after the good professor was pronounced dead, his manor's lot was put up for sale on the market. I saw my chance and bought it right away..." Her coffee came. "Worth every penny, I'm sure." |
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Post by YolkaEd on May 7, 2013 19:13:42 GMT -5
A growl escaped his lips, and he set the cup down on the table rather forcefully. "...so what is this... an eviction warning?" he snarled. |
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