Kurt's Oldworld: Joy trapped (locked to random_xtras)

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Hank sighed as he walked down to Kurt's old room, hoping the Nightcrawler's fiancee was there and not on the roof.

"Erm, excuse me, Miss Joy? Are you in there?" he asked, frowning. Everybody was worrried about the amount of time she'd spent in there and on the roof. Ever since Kurt went back to thier home and she hadn't she seemed inconsolible.

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She crossed her arms under her wings and stood hipshot. "Ja, ol' man. I got sick'a the soound 'o yer feet trompin' round outside t' door."

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He arched an eyebrow, then smirked.

"Knew it," he said, looking at her proudly.

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She rolled her eyes and moved to walk around him.

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"Wait, darlin', lemme see what ya look like. Always hidin' behind the traitor don't exactly gimme a clear view," he grinned, stepping in front of her.

"Logan," Hank said, coming out. "Leave her be."

"She's another of mine's kid, I can't look?" he said, arching an eyebrow.

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There was a swish as the great black wings swept back, and a slender hand suddenly seized Logan by the throat and lifted him into the air with no more difficulty than if he'd been a ragdoll.

"I dinnae keer who ye air, ol' mon. I'll no stand by 'n hear ye speak ill 'o t' von I love," said Joy softly.

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Logan gurgled, but didn't fight back, a smirk on his face still as Hank gingerly touched her shoulder.

"Miss, I beg of you, please drop him. I do not know the character of your father, but surely a deep territorial protectiveness afflicted his judgement at times as well," he said softly. "Such as it was when Kurt left. Logan took it personally."

"Quit.... speakin.... fer me.... furball," Logan rasped, twisting.

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Joy pushed the blue man away with one wing, never taking her eyes from the one she held up. "Me vader'd fought 'is fights 'n done 'is deeds. He vas old... older'n ye kin think. But I ne're, in all me days, heard 'im smear the name 'o any mon 'e'd e're called fruend, nae matter vhat they may 'o done t' im."

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"Please, Miss Joy, I must insist," Hank said in a more commanding tone. Logan merely hung there, watching her intently with his half feral eyes.

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"Shut it," she said calmly, putting an ear back at Hank as her fathomless eyes continued to bore into Logan.

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"No. You were asked respectfully upon arrival to avoid confrontation. Put him down," Hank said, going up to her again.

"Trusty.....kid...." Logan grunted, eyes gleaming happily.