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Wolverine makes a slight face suddenly realizing that he didn't rightly know where Jaime lived. Much less where anything was in this 'verse. Should've told me all this stuff first, Logan.
There was a sudden screech of tires and a burst of laughter, and a light form suddenly slammed into him with an 'ooph!' and put arms around him to steady itself. Headlights flashed over them and then the woman jerked as a gun went off. Wolverine could feel the bullet tear through her and into his own chest.
Feeling the bullet tear into his chest he gives a growl, a set of claws shooting out of one hand. Oh, he was not a happy man. Healing factor or not that kind of hurt. "You alright, bub?" He asks looking down at the woman.
Startled dark eyes look at him from a tanned face marked by a vivid pink birthmark that went over one eye and across her cheekbone. She gasps, then nods as the vehicle roars off and fades into the night. "I... heal. You?"
"Been through worse." He states with a slight grumble claws going back in. "Long as yer okay, that's all that matters." He tells her staring into those eyes.
She grins a little shakily. "Takes more than a popgun shot to off this Morlock lady." Then she lets go of him to stumble back a little so she can cough and clear her injured lung.
"That's good to hear." Not that he gives any explaination to why he was still standing and not laying in a heap somewhere.
The woman looks up after her coughing bout, and he can see her slight frown. Then the alley is suddenly lit as she spreads a pair of shimmering, transparent wings. "I thought so. You're not the local."
"No, bub, I'm not the local. Came here because my sister needed somethin' she jus' forgot to tell me where the certain someone was."
"What someone's that?" She straightens a black shirt that's too light for the frosty night and cocks her head, the wings vanishing as quickly as they came.
"Jaime." He states simply. "A friend of the family's."
"What's her street name?" She pushes her chin-length black hair out of her face.
"Don't have a clue. Sister didn't say much. Just said she needed me to go to Hell." He states with a slight smirk. "This 'verse is beyond me."
"There's Hell." She points, then looks down and pokes at the sticky bloodstain on her shirt. "Gator'll know who you're looking for."
-She-Wolf,- says Charlie.
"Gator?" Wolverine asks with an arched brow. Who the hell was Gator? "Alright. I'm sure I'll be able ta find her then."
"My brother. He and Dragon run Hell." She coughs a last time, then beckons and turns to lead the way out of the alley. "I'm Firefly."
"Wolverine." He states following her out of the alley letting his eyes roam over the place a bit.
They're in a warehouse district that's seen much better days. The one directly across the street from them is set back from the street a little ways so that it's got a parking area in front of it, though the only vehicles to grace that space are a couple of gorgeous classic bikes parked near the door. One of the bikes is small, obviously custom made for a person of small stature, the other is an old Harley softtail with a wolf painted on the tank. Over the warehouse door a half-dead neon sign announces, 'HELL' in scratchy red and blue letters.
He notes the bikes and can't help but smirk slightly. If only because Logan, Jaimes and Wolverines all had this thing for nice bikes. He shakes his head a bit before going inside the place.
A tall, strong-boned girl with a coat of sleek red fur and a horse's head walks to meet them as they come in. "Your own table, or to share?"
"Neither. Jus' lookin' for someone." Wolverine states rather simply.
"Who'sat?" She cocks her head, ears perking.
"Jaime."
Her forehead furrows. "I'll go ask Gator." She turns toward the bar, but then snorts and shies as she comes face to face with Nate, who smirks at her.
"You tryin' ta get your @#$& head kicked in?" she puts her ears back and lowers her head, teeth bared.
"Riannon, knock it off!" bellows the big reptilian guy behind the bar. "Go cool off!"
She rumbles in her chest, but turns and walks away, her hooves clacking softly on the concrete floor.
The Canadian just quirks a brow not at all phased by any of this. If he was meant to be he wasn't going to be. What could he say, he possibly had a death wish of sorts when it came to other people.
"Charlie said you were coming." Nate holds out a package wrapped in soft black fabric. "Next time ask for She-Wolf."
"Yeah, well, would've had Logan actually even told me where to go and how to run about this 'verse to begin with." He states with a half grin taking the package.
"Pregnancy brain." Nate shakes his head, then cocks it. "Charlie says she fell down the stairs?"
"Her and the kid are fine." He states simply.
"And Greg?" The grey haired man smirks.
"The doctor gets knocked outta bed every once in a while but he's still stayin' with her and is there every step of the way. So he's fine too."
Nate chuckles, then turns away. "I'd better get back. Jaime's negotiating with a tribe king about something. See you."
"See ya around, kid." Wolverine states before turning to head out the doors again.
He nearly runs over Firefly, who is gazing out the door at the darkness.
She looks up with a slight start, and in the brighter light of hell he can see that her black eyes are flecked with gold. "Sorry."
"It's alright, bub. What'cha lookin' at?" Because no one gazed that hard.
She blinks, then shrugs slightly. "Memories."
"They're not always what they're cracked up to be."
Wolverine makes a slight face suddenly realizing that he didn't rightly know where Jaime lived. Much less where anything was in this 'verse. Should've told me all this stuff first, Logan.
There was a sudden screech of tires and a burst of laughter, and a light form suddenly slammed into him with an 'ooph!' and put arms around him to steady itself. Headlights flashed over them and then the woman jerked as a gun went off. Wolverine could feel the bullet tear through her and into his own chest.
Feeling the bullet tear into his chest he gives a growl, a set of claws shooting out of one hand. Oh, he was not a happy man. Healing factor or not that kind of hurt. "You alright, bub?" He asks looking down at the woman.
Startled dark eyes look at him from a tanned face marked by a vivid pink birthmark that went over one eye and across her cheekbone. She gasps, then nods as the vehicle roars off and fades into the night. "I... heal. You?"
"Been through worse." He states with a slight grumble claws going back in. "Long as yer okay, that's all that matters." He tells her staring into those eyes.
She grins a little shakily. "Takes more than a popgun shot to off this Morlock lady." Then she lets go of him to stumble back a little so she can cough and clear her injured lung.
"That's good to hear." Not that he gives any explaination to why he was still standing and not laying in a heap somewhere.
The woman looks up after her coughing bout, and he can see her slight frown. Then the alley is suddenly lit as she spreads a pair of shimmering, transparent wings. "I thought so. You're not the local."
"No, bub, I'm not the local. Came here because my sister needed somethin' she jus' forgot to tell me where the certain someone was."
"What someone's that?" She straightens a black shirt that's too light for the frosty night and cocks her head, the wings vanishing as quickly as they came.
"Jaime." He states simply. "A friend of the family's."
"What's her street name?" She pushes her chin-length black hair out of her face.
"Don't have a clue. Sister didn't say much. Just said she needed me to go to Hell." He states with a slight smirk. "This 'verse is beyond me."
"There's Hell." She points, then looks down and pokes at the sticky bloodstain on her shirt. "Gator'll know who you're looking for."
-She-Wolf,- says Charlie.
"Gator?" Wolverine asks with an arched brow. Who the hell was Gator? "Alright. I'm sure I'll be able ta find her then."
"My brother. He and Dragon run Hell." She coughs a last time, then beckons and turns to lead the way out of the alley. "I'm Firefly."
"Wolverine." He states following her out of the alley letting his eyes roam over the place a bit.
They're in a warehouse district that's seen much better days. The one directly across the street from them is set back from the street a little ways so that it's got a parking area in front of it, though the only vehicles to grace that space are a couple of gorgeous classic bikes parked near the door. One of the bikes is small, obviously custom made for a person of small stature, the other is an old Harley softtail with a wolf painted on the tank. Over the warehouse door a half-dead neon sign announces, 'HELL' in scratchy red and blue letters.
He notes the bikes and can't help but smirk slightly. If only because Logan, Jaimes and Wolverines all had this thing for nice bikes. He shakes his head a bit before going inside the place.
A tall, strong-boned girl with a coat of sleek red fur and a horse's head walks to meet them as they come in. "Your own table, or to share?"
"Neither. Jus' lookin' for someone." Wolverine states rather simply.
"Who'sat?" She cocks her head, ears perking.
"Jaime."
Her forehead furrows. "I'll go ask Gator." She turns toward the bar, but then snorts and shies as she comes face to face with Nate, who smirks at her.
"You tryin' ta get your @#$& head kicked in?" she puts her ears back and lowers her head, teeth bared.
"Riannon, knock it off!" bellows the big reptilian guy behind the bar. "Go cool off!"
She rumbles in her chest, but turns and walks away, her hooves clacking softly on the concrete floor.
The Canadian just quirks a brow not at all phased by any of this. If he was meant to be he wasn't going to be. What could he say, he possibly had a death wish of sorts when it came to other people.
"Charlie said you were coming." Nate holds out a package wrapped in soft black fabric. "Next time ask for She-Wolf."
"Yeah, well, would've had Logan actually even told me where to go and how to run about this 'verse to begin with." He states with a half grin taking the package.
"Pregnancy brain." Nate shakes his head, then cocks it. "Charlie says she fell down the stairs?"
"Her and the kid are fine." He states simply.
"And Greg?" The grey haired man smirks.
"The doctor gets knocked outta bed every once in a while but he's still stayin' with her and is there every step of the way. So he's fine too."
Nate chuckles, then turns away. "I'd better get back. Jaime's negotiating with a tribe king about something. See you."
"See ya around, kid." Wolverine states before turning to head out the doors again.
He nearly runs over Firefly, who is gazing out the door at the darkness.
She looks up with a slight start, and in the brighter light of hell he can see that her black eyes are flecked with gold. "Sorry."
"It's alright, bub. What'cha lookin' at?" Because no one gazed that hard.
She blinks, then shrugs slightly. "Memories."
"They're not always what they're cracked up to be."
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