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Getting To Know You
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It had been now three days since Ghost had been reunited with Logan. The two had been gradually spending a little more time with eachother after the innitial moments of awkward avoidence had passed. It seemed to be doing good for the both of them.
Ghost quietly walked through the halls of the mansion, passing some of the other students on her way, not bothering to stop and chat. She had a purpose. Ghost pulled open the big doors, walking straight out into the yard. Her pace was casual, but determined as she strolled out onto the mansion's grounds, finding Logan practicing his martial arts by himself. She stood infront of him, her arms crossed.
Logan was focused on his excercises when he noticed Ghost approaching. His hands were poised infront of him in a battle stance, and with practiced ease, he spun, kicked, and punched.
Ghost had watched him practice before, and knew how good he was, how focused he could be. She had been silent long enough. "Teach me."
Logan's eyebrows creased and he relaxed his posture and turned to her. "What?"
Ghost sighed, making herself fade until she was completely invisible.
Logan frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. It annoyed him when she did that to him, mainly because he couldn't smell her and tell where she'd be. But he could hear her, and sometimes she forgot about that. Logan smirked to himself, turning a full 180, knowing that Ghost was right behind him. "I hate when you do that."
She made herself visible again, slowly, so that it looked like she was appearing out of a thick fog. Her face was serious, her mouth a thin line. "Sorry." Ghost smirked a little, taking a step back. "I'll hafta work on being quieter. But seriously Logan, I want you to train me to fight. Without my powers."
Logan started tilting his head towards the sky, letting the idea roll around in his mind.
Ghost let her tongue glide over her teeth, shoving her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. "And I *want* you to be hard on me. Don't just train me like the other kids, I'm not a kid." The words stung, once they were out, reminding Ghost that she really wasn't a kid and she had lived a very long time, much like him. "Train me how you would train."
"Hmm..." Logan thought for a moment. He admired the kid for her ambition, and her willingness to work hard for this. "If this is what you want kid. But I gotta tell ya Randi, it won't be easy."
She smiled. "I know."
"When ya wanna start?"
"Whenever." Ghost was smiling inside that he had agreed, though she tried being calm and cool on the outside.
"Alright then. Now. Go an' get changed into some warm-up stuff."
"Ok." Ghost turned and started running back to the mansion to get changed. She was excited about getting started, and actually working with her brother.
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Ghost had been training with Wolverine for over an hour, mainly doing basic excersizes like push-ups. Her ribs weren't fully healed yet from when she was hit by the car, and they were hurting like hell, but she refused to give up or complain.
Logan noticed the slight grimace on Ghost's face every time she did an excersize, and he knew she was too proud to quit or say anything. "Ahright, I think that's enough fer today." He watched her get to her feet and looked at his watch. "It's almost time fer dinner anyways. Better hit the showers first." he chuckled.
Ghost nodded, and they both walked back to the mansion slowly.
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After dinner, Ghost was going to ask Logan if he wanted to work out more, but he mysteriously stalked out of the dining room and up the stairs after eating. She shrugged her shoulders and was about to go off on a walk, but someone calling her name from behind made her stop.
"Ghost."
She turned around slowly to find Scott standing there. "Oh, hey." she answered slowly. Ghost hadn't really gotten the chance to get to know the teenager, it not really being on her list of priorities or anything. She was surprised to see him standing there, and wondered, almost bitterly, what he wanted.
Scott stood very properly, with his shoulders very straight, his hands behind his back in a very 'military-like' fashion. "The older students are having a training session in the morning. Would you like to join us?"
Ghost rocked forward on her toes, letting her bangs fall in her face. Once settling back again, she looked up at Scott. "I'll hafta talk to Logan about it. He doesn't really have a set schedual with training so..."
Scott just nodded. "No problem. Just show up in the Danger Room at 8 o'clock if you can. Don't be late."
Ghost rolled her eyes at the teen's authorative tone and turned around to head for Logan's room and ask him about the session.
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Logan was in his room with the shades pulled all the way down and no lights on, sitting on the bed with his hands on either side of his head. He rocked back and forth slowly, his teeth clenched. A familiar pain rang through his head, something he hadn't felt in a while, something he thought he'd been rid of. Logan felt himself being filled with an unnerving urge to destroy something, to kill. It was taking every ounce of his will to sustain that rage, otherwise the consequences could be devastating.
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As Ghost reached Logan's door, she knocked a few times, but got no answer. "Logan?" she called through the door. She turned to walk away, but that's when she heard a low gutteral growl, and things breaking within the room, something or someone thrashing about. Ghost hesitantly grabbed the door handle, thrusting the door open and stepping inside quickly. Her eyes went wide as she saw Logan thrashing his arms about wildly, his claws drawn and his eyes clenched, yelling in a rage that was more animal than man. His thrashing caused him to kareen her way, and without thinking, Ghost faded slightly and allowed Logan to pass right through her as if she was indeed a ghost. "Logan!" she yelled, running toward her brother as he seemed to come out of his rage, falling to his knees on the floor and clutching his hands over his head.
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Getting To Know You
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It had been now three days since Ghost had been reunited with Logan. The two had been gradually spending a little more time with eachother after the innitial moments of awkward avoidence had passed. It seemed to be doing good for the both of them.
Ghost quietly walked through the halls of the mansion, passing some of the other students on her way, not bothering to stop and chat. She had a purpose. Ghost pulled open the big doors, walking straight out into the yard. Her pace was casual, but determined as she strolled out onto the mansion's grounds, finding Logan practicing his martial arts by himself. She stood infront of him, her arms crossed.
Logan was focused on his excercises when he noticed Ghost approaching. His hands were poised infront of him in a battle stance, and with practiced ease, he spun, kicked, and punched.
Ghost had watched him practice before, and knew how good he was, how focused he could be. She had been silent long enough. "Teach me."
Logan's eyebrows creased and he relaxed his posture and turned to her. "What?"
Ghost sighed, making herself fade until she was completely invisible.
Logan frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. It annoyed him when she did that to him, mainly because he couldn't smell her and tell where she'd be. But he could hear her, and sometimes she forgot about that. Logan smirked to himself, turning a full 180, knowing that Ghost was right behind him. "I hate when you do that."
She made herself visible again, slowly, so that it looked like she was appearing out of a thick fog. Her face was serious, her mouth a thin line. "Sorry." Ghost smirked a little, taking a step back. "I'll hafta work on being quieter. But seriously Logan, I want you to train me to fight. Without my powers."
Logan started tilting his head towards the sky, letting the idea roll around in his mind.
Ghost let her tongue glide over her teeth, shoving her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. "And I *want* you to be hard on me. Don't just train me like the other kids, I'm not a kid." The words stung, once they were out, reminding Ghost that she really wasn't a kid and she had lived a very long time, much like him. "Train me how you would train."
"Hmm..." Logan thought for a moment. He admired the kid for her ambition, and her willingness to work hard for this. "If this is what you want kid. But I gotta tell ya Randi, it won't be easy."
She smiled. "I know."
"When ya wanna start?"
"Whenever." Ghost was smiling inside that he had agreed, though she tried being calm and cool on the outside.
"Alright then. Now. Go an' get changed into some warm-up stuff."
"Ok." Ghost turned and started running back to the mansion to get changed. She was excited about getting started, and actually working with her brother.
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Ghost had been training with Wolverine for over an hour, mainly doing basic excersizes like push-ups. Her ribs weren't fully healed yet from when she was hit by the car, and they were hurting like hell, but she refused to give up or complain.
Logan noticed the slight grimace on Ghost's face every time she did an excersize, and he knew she was too proud to quit or say anything. "Ahright, I think that's enough fer today." He watched her get to her feet and looked at his watch. "It's almost time fer dinner anyways. Better hit the showers first." he chuckled.
Ghost nodded, and they both walked back to the mansion slowly.
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After dinner, Ghost was going to ask Logan if he wanted to work out more, but he mysteriously stalked out of the dining room and up the stairs after eating. She shrugged her shoulders and was about to go off on a walk, but someone calling her name from behind made her stop.
"Ghost."
She turned around slowly to find Scott standing there. "Oh, hey." she answered slowly. Ghost hadn't really gotten the chance to get to know the teenager, it not really being on her list of priorities or anything. She was surprised to see him standing there, and wondered, almost bitterly, what he wanted.
Scott stood very properly, with his shoulders very straight, his hands behind his back in a very 'military-like' fashion. "The older students are having a training session in the morning. Would you like to join us?"
Ghost rocked forward on her toes, letting her bangs fall in her face. Once settling back again, she looked up at Scott. "I'll hafta talk to Logan about it. He doesn't really have a set schedual with training so..."
Scott just nodded. "No problem. Just show up in the Danger Room at 8 o'clock if you can. Don't be late."
Ghost rolled her eyes at the teen's authorative tone and turned around to head for Logan's room and ask him about the session.
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Logan was in his room with the shades pulled all the way down and no lights on, sitting on the bed with his hands on either side of his head. He rocked back and forth slowly, his teeth clenched. A familiar pain rang through his head, something he hadn't felt in a while, something he thought he'd been rid of. Logan felt himself being filled with an unnerving urge to destroy something, to kill. It was taking every ounce of his will to sustain that rage, otherwise the consequences could be devastating.
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As Ghost reached Logan's door, she knocked a few times, but got no answer. "Logan?" she called through the door. She turned to walk away, but that's when she heard a low gutteral growl, and things breaking within the room, something or someone thrashing about. Ghost hesitantly grabbed the door handle, thrusting the door open and stepping inside quickly. Her eyes went wide as she saw Logan thrashing his arms about wildly, his claws drawn and his eyes clenched, yelling in a rage that was more animal than man. His thrashing caused him to kareen her way, and without thinking, Ghost faded slightly and allowed Logan to pass right through her as if she was indeed a ghost. "Logan!" she yelled, running toward her brother as he seemed to come out of his rage, falling to his knees on the floor and clutching his hands over his head.
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