First Impressions -Ororo
Author: Lucinda
Pairing: none, Ororo's perspective
Disclaimer: the X-Men belong to Stan Lee, Marvel Comics & possibly
Fox Entertainment now, but I am nowhere in that list.
Distribution: just keep my name with it & treat it gently & you may
place this wherever you want. if you want it.
Notes/Spoilers: basically movie-verse, Ororo's thoughts on Logan
He's not quite what I'd expected from all the fuss. Sabertooth
is one of the most predatory and dangerous mutants we know of, and
he was sent after this man. I would have expected him to be taller,
perhaps. Less ordinary. There is very little about him, as he lays
there asleep in the medlab, to explain why anyone would go to such
trouble. His possesions were minimal. His clothing ordinary and
practical. Only his hair seemed out of the ordinary, and even so,
not that much. I know my own pale locks are more unusual looking.
As I go to report to the Professor what happened in Canada, I wonder
if Jean will have better luck deciphering why somone would be after
this man.
* Ororo. Please come to my study. Our guest is awake.* the
mental voice of Charles Xavier insinuated itself into her head. For
a moment, Ororo drew a blank, wondering what guest could he
mean...but then it came back to her. The man from Canada. Surely he
couldn't be awake already? But the Professor wouldn't have called
her to his study to talk to or about their guest being awake if he
wasn't...
She wasn't certain waht to expect when she got to the study, nor
was Scott, who was also walking that way. They walked into the
room, and Scott immediately tensed. He was drawing himself up into
his stiffest, most impersonal mode, and Ororo wasn't even certain if
he realized he was reacting this way.
Entering the room, she knew that any warning would have been
useless. Awake, he had such a strong personality that the room felt
nerly filled by it. The man - no, the Professor had called him
Logan, was being introduced to them by the Professor. It was
obvious to her that there had already been some talk between the
Professor and this man - Logan. She made a mental note to remember
the name. He was not only awake, but looked completely alert and
wary like ....very like a hunting lion. He was not of Africa, but
seeing him awake she knew that he was not a creature of the city.
He was from the wilds and held himself like a wary predator
confronted with an unexpected situation. She found herself
wondering how she could have ever thought him unremarkable. He
seemed... not quite feral, perhaps primal? He carried himself
somewhere between the stance of a warrior and a predator, his
nostrils flaring slightly as he focused on them.
What did this man do? What changes had a whim of nature given
him? She found herself curious about him, about how Magneto had
known enough about him to send Sabertooth. Why was he such a
concern? What impact would he have on them all? She couldn't
imagine this man not having an impact. He was intense, and seemed
to aggravate Scott simply by breathing... and perhaps he was trying
to antagonize people. She had seen it before - a desire to keep
people from getting to close emotionally. But why was he so worried
about people getting close?
Ororo found herself thinking a great deal about Logan, and knew
he would have a big impact. She just hoped he wouldn't bring to
much trouble - and that it would be moderate trouble, not life
threatening, disaster. The only thing she was certain of was that
things were going to get a lot more interesting, and Logan would be
in the middle of it somehow.
Author: Lucinda
Pairing: none, Ororo's perspective
Disclaimer: the X-Men belong to Stan Lee, Marvel Comics & possibly
Fox Entertainment now, but I am nowhere in that list.
Distribution: just keep my name with it & treat it gently & you may
place this wherever you want. if you want it.
Notes/Spoilers: basically movie-verse, Ororo's thoughts on Logan
He's not quite what I'd expected from all the fuss. Sabertooth
is one of the most predatory and dangerous mutants we know of, and
he was sent after this man. I would have expected him to be taller,
perhaps. Less ordinary. There is very little about him, as he lays
there asleep in the medlab, to explain why anyone would go to such
trouble. His possesions were minimal. His clothing ordinary and
practical. Only his hair seemed out of the ordinary, and even so,
not that much. I know my own pale locks are more unusual looking.
As I go to report to the Professor what happened in Canada, I wonder
if Jean will have better luck deciphering why somone would be after
this man.
* Ororo. Please come to my study. Our guest is awake.* the
mental voice of Charles Xavier insinuated itself into her head. For
a moment, Ororo drew a blank, wondering what guest could he
mean...but then it came back to her. The man from Canada. Surely he
couldn't be awake already? But the Professor wouldn't have called
her to his study to talk to or about their guest being awake if he
wasn't...
She wasn't certain waht to expect when she got to the study, nor
was Scott, who was also walking that way. They walked into the
room, and Scott immediately tensed. He was drawing himself up into
his stiffest, most impersonal mode, and Ororo wasn't even certain if
he realized he was reacting this way.
Entering the room, she knew that any warning would have been
useless. Awake, he had such a strong personality that the room felt
nerly filled by it. The man - no, the Professor had called him
Logan, was being introduced to them by the Professor. It was
obvious to her that there had already been some talk between the
Professor and this man - Logan. She made a mental note to remember
the name. He was not only awake, but looked completely alert and
wary like ....very like a hunting lion. He was not of Africa, but
seeing him awake she knew that he was not a creature of the city.
He was from the wilds and held himself like a wary predator
confronted with an unexpected situation. She found herself
wondering how she could have ever thought him unremarkable. He
seemed... not quite feral, perhaps primal? He carried himself
somewhere between the stance of a warrior and a predator, his
nostrils flaring slightly as he focused on them.
What did this man do? What changes had a whim of nature given
him? She found herself curious about him, about how Magneto had
known enough about him to send Sabertooth. Why was he such a
concern? What impact would he have on them all? She couldn't
imagine this man not having an impact. He was intense, and seemed
to aggravate Scott simply by breathing... and perhaps he was trying
to antagonize people. She had seen it before - a desire to keep
people from getting to close emotionally. But why was he so worried
about people getting close?
Ororo found herself thinking a great deal about Logan, and knew
he would have a big impact. She just hoped he wouldn't bring to
much trouble - and that it would be moderate trouble, not life
threatening, disaster. The only thing she was certain of was that
things were going to get a lot more interesting, and Logan would be
in the middle of it somehow.
