Logan approached the happy couple by the grating while holding a cell phone ready for use. His steps were stealthy and careful, although the two lovebirds were so much into each other that they would likely leave an elephant on high-heels go unnoticed, not to mention a stealthy Wolverine.
Stopping his steps at exactly ten feet away from them, he chose one of the already saved numbers on the cell phone's menu and placed it next to his left ear.
The recipient soon answered to his call.
"Hello, this is the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, could I inquire who is this and who do you want to speak with?" a really quick-paced voice came from the other side of the line. Of course, it figures. Northstar should be the one who always gets first on the phone, being super-fast and all.
"Hey, bub. Gimme Jean on the phone, quickly."
"Quickly is my proficiency" the elf-like Canadian announced and prepared himself to run up the stairs to call Jean, but then he comprehended that Logan was on the phone. "Hey...Logan..."
"Yeah? You're still here? Go get her, I'm dying here!"
"Yes, I just wanted to ask...is everybody okay over there? How's Bobby doing?" it was obvious that Jean-Paul was trying to hide his concern.
"Oh, he thinks he's doin' fine...but that doesn't mean he will be in a few days...Just get me Jean, cause it's a really long story. Okay? Or wait...no, don't bring her on the phone. Just tell her to do her mind-stuff and call me back mentally."
A whoosh of air was enough to inform him that the seemingly uninterested Jean-Paul had already left to fulfil his request.
Wolverine hang up, making sure that the star-struck lovers across him didn't acknowledge his presence yet. Before he could put the cell back into his pocket, a very recognisable voice echoed in his head.
[What is it, Logan? I trust everything over there is well? Have you encountered any problems with our lovesick Ice-Cube?] Very nice, she sounded to be in a good mood. But Logan was sure that his call had alarmed her and she just his her utter suspicion before he would actually confirm her worries.
[No, no, there's no problem here yet, Jeannie. I just needed a little favour from your side...could you use the Cerebro and brainstorm the lass hanging out with Icicle, just a few feet beside me?] He thought to her and then waited for the outburst of her suspicion, as it would find ground to become realisation.
[LOGAN! Don't tell me he fell in love again...! I'm NOT in the mood to pick up his pieces afterwards OR wipe out any memories of his affairs this time! And damn right I'm not going to have him angsting over another lost love this time...!]
[No worries, Jeannie...It's nothing serious yet. Just get me information on the girl...that way I can make sure that Robbie's not going to fall for another wench.]
[Who's Robbie?] She thought back with added suspicion.
[Huh?] Ohhh shiiiit.....
[You said Robbie. Who's Robbie?] There. He had done it.
[I meant Bobby. You just overheard, Jeannie]
[This is a mental link, dear Logan. You can't overhear anything, since there is no 'hearing' involved in our communication. So it's probably the sender's mistake.]
[Oh, whatever. Will you get that information for me now? I don't wanna beg...and you know you must help me in order to accomplish my mission successfully]
[Yeah...just you wait...] Jean always had a way to make promises sound like threats.
[I'll be waiting...] he managed to respond, just as the telepathic link went out.
Logan had a look around him, as the fresh sprinkles of seawater were slightly spraying his face. Evita and her little male bitch were still making out, so he soon averted his eyes from the sight they presented.
Somewhere else, he could see an old lady, looking into the sea and swearing crudely. Right by the pool, a really fat purple woman was sunbathing. He wondered what effects could sunbathing have on a purple complexion.
Right beside the pool, a drunken couple of human-looking mutants was dancing samba, although the music that could be heard was clearly Abba.
Right then, Jean returned in his head.
[Logan? You still there?]
Logan mentally pouted.
[I know I had been a bit absent-minded sometimes, but I'm inside my head most of the time...]
[Sorry. You know, it's just a way of speaking. A telephone-cliche. Well, back to the main subject, I have found who the woman is. Still want me to tell you?]
[Sure. Go ahead, sugah...I mean darling.]
[Her full name is Evita Papadopoulos. She's American, though her surname betrays her distant Greek heritage. Her mutant gift is to affect majorly the luck of the people at her vicinity...for the worse.]
[She can jinx the people around her?] Logan was now worried about Bobby's life.
[Yeah, she's a major dynamo of bad luck. She can't control it though; it just happens. You better get Bobby away from her, Logan. I think that she mostly jinxes the malevolent people close to her and not her 'special' friends like I believe Bobby has been until now...] that last one was ironic, Logan could feel it was intended for him lying to her. [...however I think that Bobby will be in danger too if he stays inside her range for too long; it could even prove fatal for him.]
[Shouldn't she have gotten killed every single boyfriend she had until now if that is true?] come on, Bobby can't possibly be so deep in that mess...
[Let me explain to you how that works. People she likes; they're not in danger, unless they stay around for too long; then her power breaks through the 'friendshield' she has on. With people she doesn't know, like innocent bystanders, there would be some minor accidents of physical nature or so. Like, slipping and falling on the floor, or losing something. You know, nothing that serious...]
[I guess I get it.]
[But...there's also something else. There could be people who are malevolent. People she doesn't like or people she doesn't know but they somehow want her hurt someway. Those people, her defence system would unleash all bad karma on them without her necessarily knowing it. Those people, I am worried about.]
Logan gulped, as he remembered he wasn't exactly a good friend of Evita's...
[Is there any way to prove what you're saying?] A second gulp bumped on his Adam's apple.
[Apart from the fact that I picked it up from her head? Yes. The lady had been working as a nurse in Colorado before her mutation manifested itself. Several patients -innocent bystanders- died in a large streak of failed surgeries...almost 85% of the surgeries taken place that period were unsuccessful. She was around in most of them. She quit her job before anyone would start to inquire her involvement in this and moved into New York, mixing with the crowd. She's been known for doing black magic for rich clients who wanted to jinx their enemies since then. I think she just walked around her victims until something bad happened to them.]
[Clever lass. She really jinxed those fellas to death, though.]
[So imagine what could happen to someone who actually dislikes her. Someone who's malevolent. Just promise me you get Bobby away from her as soon as possible, okay?]
[I'll do my best.] Logan surely was the best at what he did; he surely wasn't any expert on breaking couples up, though. So his promise came with another "gulp".
As Jean's telepathic link went off again, Logan started thinking about finding Jubilee and joining forces with her against the common enemy.
But then he was reminded by himself that he was in Evita's vicinity all that time.
An awfully long time, in which he was talking to the phone or to Jean.
And he sure was malevolent like hell.
He glanced around in panic and saw the happy couple still standing a few feet away from him. They hadn't seen him, but it sure wasn't needed fir Evita's mutant gifts to start acting.
The fat purple lady chose that moment to make an impressive dive into the pool.
A lot of water splashed out of the pool, and the guy from the drunk, samba dancing couple inevitably slipped on the water and disentangled himself from his girlfriend's hands as he slid towards the grumpy old woman standing close to them.
He landed screaming on the poor old hag and they ended up in a pile on the floor. However, in that entire startled situation, the old lady unconsciously sent a sticky piece of web flying out of her wrist.
"Hey! The woman is a 'spider-hag' «Logan began to think to himself, but the aforementioned piece of web got him on the eyes and blinded him, so he never actually got to express his thoughts.
Logan was instantly stunned, and the shock made him lose his balance. As a climax of this entire jinxed incident, Wolverine ended up falling off the gratings and splashing helplessly into the endless sea.
"Bull's-eye!" the old spider-hag commented ironically to herself as she picked herself up from the floor. The guy next to her was too drunk to help himself up as well.
"Hey, what was that sound?" said Robbie/Bobby, as he broke the kiss with the greened-hair mutant and looked around startled.
"Oh, it's nothing. Obviously that old lady couldn't pick up her feet and fell over, and that young man is helping her to her feet. I'm sick of this place. i could use some more privacy. Wanna accompany me to the cabin?" she said seductively.
"Yeah! Sure thing!" Robbie answered back in enthusiasm. He was gonna get some tonight...
AT WESTCHESTER,
XAVIER'S MANSION.
Lorna Dane, also known as Polaris, is a very powerful mutant with magnetic abilities inherited by her father, the feared Magneto.
However, her powers can't possibly help her when she's got the blues. Well, actually, they once could, because she always can use them to kill some irritating person just for fun, and this way get rid of that person and get her groove back as well.
But she can't go around killing people for entertainment when she's living in th mansion that is home to the X-Men, and she's also considered one of them. And the X-Men are a mostly peaceful force, so she should go with the flow.
She can still kill bad guys, but she has to be on a mission to do that, and she can't tell when the next mission will be planned.
So now she just walked around and did...nothing.
Until her eyes caught Jean, who had been mentally talking to someone until that moment, judging from the still unfocused look of her eyes.
"Anything interesting?" she asked her, not really interested.
"Nah. Just talking to Logan. He and Jubilee have taken Bobby for a cruise, as you probably don't know. To get away from some people and situations in here" during the last sentence Jean was giving her a stabbing look, as she was supposed to feel bad at this. Lorna then wished it had been Jean who wore the geeky visor and not her husband.
As Jean bid her goodbye and left the room before the tension could grow bigger, Lorna fell into heavy thinking.
When she came back to the mansion in order to find her Alex, whom she had presumed dead, she hadn't really thought she would bump onto another ex.
As days passed and her sudden wedding with Alex was getting closer, everyone in the mansion was approaching her with caution, like they did want to welcome her as a fellow team-mate and family member, but they still believed that she was a cranky bitch.
Bobby however hadn't talked to her at all. And she knew that wasn't out of indifference, but rather an unexpected reaction out of his hurt. She thought that he just felt awkward having an ex that dumped him around. But it turned out something bigger.
When the wedding was called off in exactly the last minute and she went on a rampage, Bobby was the only one who didn't hurt her feelings with his actions.
Alex did, since he did dump her on the altar for another woman.
That miserable excuse of a nurse did, being the other woman and all.
Everyone did by supporting her almost husband on his decision to humiliate her in front of everyone she knew.
But not Bobby.
"Don't do this Lorna. I still love you." those were the least hurtful words she received that day, and what did she do in response? She injured Bobby heavily and she mocked him, like a bitch that she was.
But now she could see how much she had hurt him.
And how much she loves him. For Alex was just an idea that had grown too large as time went by. But it wasn't Alex that she finally loved.
"Oh my God..." she thought to herself, stunned by her sudden realisation.
"...I have to find Bobby."
Stopping his steps at exactly ten feet away from them, he chose one of the already saved numbers on the cell phone's menu and placed it next to his left ear.
The recipient soon answered to his call.
"Hello, this is the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, could I inquire who is this and who do you want to speak with?" a really quick-paced voice came from the other side of the line. Of course, it figures. Northstar should be the one who always gets first on the phone, being super-fast and all.
"Hey, bub. Gimme Jean on the phone, quickly."
"Quickly is my proficiency" the elf-like Canadian announced and prepared himself to run up the stairs to call Jean, but then he comprehended that Logan was on the phone. "Hey...Logan..."
"Yeah? You're still here? Go get her, I'm dying here!"
"Yes, I just wanted to ask...is everybody okay over there? How's Bobby doing?" it was obvious that Jean-Paul was trying to hide his concern.
"Oh, he thinks he's doin' fine...but that doesn't mean he will be in a few days...Just get me Jean, cause it's a really long story. Okay? Or wait...no, don't bring her on the phone. Just tell her to do her mind-stuff and call me back mentally."
A whoosh of air was enough to inform him that the seemingly uninterested Jean-Paul had already left to fulfil his request.
Wolverine hang up, making sure that the star-struck lovers across him didn't acknowledge his presence yet. Before he could put the cell back into his pocket, a very recognisable voice echoed in his head.
[What is it, Logan? I trust everything over there is well? Have you encountered any problems with our lovesick Ice-Cube?] Very nice, she sounded to be in a good mood. But Logan was sure that his call had alarmed her and she just his her utter suspicion before he would actually confirm her worries.
[No, no, there's no problem here yet, Jeannie. I just needed a little favour from your side...could you use the Cerebro and brainstorm the lass hanging out with Icicle, just a few feet beside me?] He thought to her and then waited for the outburst of her suspicion, as it would find ground to become realisation.
[LOGAN! Don't tell me he fell in love again...! I'm NOT in the mood to pick up his pieces afterwards OR wipe out any memories of his affairs this time! And damn right I'm not going to have him angsting over another lost love this time...!]
[No worries, Jeannie...It's nothing serious yet. Just get me information on the girl...that way I can make sure that Robbie's not going to fall for another wench.]
[Who's Robbie?] She thought back with added suspicion.
[Huh?] Ohhh shiiiit.....
[You said Robbie. Who's Robbie?] There. He had done it.
[I meant Bobby. You just overheard, Jeannie]
[This is a mental link, dear Logan. You can't overhear anything, since there is no 'hearing' involved in our communication. So it's probably the sender's mistake.]
[Oh, whatever. Will you get that information for me now? I don't wanna beg...and you know you must help me in order to accomplish my mission successfully]
[Yeah...just you wait...] Jean always had a way to make promises sound like threats.
[I'll be waiting...] he managed to respond, just as the telepathic link went out.
Logan had a look around him, as the fresh sprinkles of seawater were slightly spraying his face. Evita and her little male bitch were still making out, so he soon averted his eyes from the sight they presented.
Somewhere else, he could see an old lady, looking into the sea and swearing crudely. Right by the pool, a really fat purple woman was sunbathing. He wondered what effects could sunbathing have on a purple complexion.
Right beside the pool, a drunken couple of human-looking mutants was dancing samba, although the music that could be heard was clearly Abba.
Right then, Jean returned in his head.
[Logan? You still there?]
Logan mentally pouted.
[I know I had been a bit absent-minded sometimes, but I'm inside my head most of the time...]
[Sorry. You know, it's just a way of speaking. A telephone-cliche. Well, back to the main subject, I have found who the woman is. Still want me to tell you?]
[Sure. Go ahead, sugah...I mean darling.]
[Her full name is Evita Papadopoulos. She's American, though her surname betrays her distant Greek heritage. Her mutant gift is to affect majorly the luck of the people at her vicinity...for the worse.]
[She can jinx the people around her?] Logan was now worried about Bobby's life.
[Yeah, she's a major dynamo of bad luck. She can't control it though; it just happens. You better get Bobby away from her, Logan. I think that she mostly jinxes the malevolent people close to her and not her 'special' friends like I believe Bobby has been until now...] that last one was ironic, Logan could feel it was intended for him lying to her. [...however I think that Bobby will be in danger too if he stays inside her range for too long; it could even prove fatal for him.]
[Shouldn't she have gotten killed every single boyfriend she had until now if that is true?] come on, Bobby can't possibly be so deep in that mess...
[Let me explain to you how that works. People she likes; they're not in danger, unless they stay around for too long; then her power breaks through the 'friendshield' she has on. With people she doesn't know, like innocent bystanders, there would be some minor accidents of physical nature or so. Like, slipping and falling on the floor, or losing something. You know, nothing that serious...]
[I guess I get it.]
[But...there's also something else. There could be people who are malevolent. People she doesn't like or people she doesn't know but they somehow want her hurt someway. Those people, her defence system would unleash all bad karma on them without her necessarily knowing it. Those people, I am worried about.]
Logan gulped, as he remembered he wasn't exactly a good friend of Evita's...
[Is there any way to prove what you're saying?] A second gulp bumped on his Adam's apple.
[Apart from the fact that I picked it up from her head? Yes. The lady had been working as a nurse in Colorado before her mutation manifested itself. Several patients -innocent bystanders- died in a large streak of failed surgeries...almost 85% of the surgeries taken place that period were unsuccessful. She was around in most of them. She quit her job before anyone would start to inquire her involvement in this and moved into New York, mixing with the crowd. She's been known for doing black magic for rich clients who wanted to jinx their enemies since then. I think she just walked around her victims until something bad happened to them.]
[Clever lass. She really jinxed those fellas to death, though.]
[So imagine what could happen to someone who actually dislikes her. Someone who's malevolent. Just promise me you get Bobby away from her as soon as possible, okay?]
[I'll do my best.] Logan surely was the best at what he did; he surely wasn't any expert on breaking couples up, though. So his promise came with another "gulp".
As Jean's telepathic link went off again, Logan started thinking about finding Jubilee and joining forces with her against the common enemy.
But then he was reminded by himself that he was in Evita's vicinity all that time.
An awfully long time, in which he was talking to the phone or to Jean.
And he sure was malevolent like hell.
He glanced around in panic and saw the happy couple still standing a few feet away from him. They hadn't seen him, but it sure wasn't needed fir Evita's mutant gifts to start acting.
The fat purple lady chose that moment to make an impressive dive into the pool.
A lot of water splashed out of the pool, and the guy from the drunk, samba dancing couple inevitably slipped on the water and disentangled himself from his girlfriend's hands as he slid towards the grumpy old woman standing close to them.
He landed screaming on the poor old hag and they ended up in a pile on the floor. However, in that entire startled situation, the old lady unconsciously sent a sticky piece of web flying out of her wrist.
"Hey! The woman is a 'spider-hag' «Logan began to think to himself, but the aforementioned piece of web got him on the eyes and blinded him, so he never actually got to express his thoughts.
Logan was instantly stunned, and the shock made him lose his balance. As a climax of this entire jinxed incident, Wolverine ended up falling off the gratings and splashing helplessly into the endless sea.
"Bull's-eye!" the old spider-hag commented ironically to herself as she picked herself up from the floor. The guy next to her was too drunk to help himself up as well.
"Hey, what was that sound?" said Robbie/Bobby, as he broke the kiss with the greened-hair mutant and looked around startled.
"Oh, it's nothing. Obviously that old lady couldn't pick up her feet and fell over, and that young man is helping her to her feet. I'm sick of this place. i could use some more privacy. Wanna accompany me to the cabin?" she said seductively.
"Yeah! Sure thing!" Robbie answered back in enthusiasm. He was gonna get some tonight...
AT WESTCHESTER,
XAVIER'S MANSION.
Lorna Dane, also known as Polaris, is a very powerful mutant with magnetic abilities inherited by her father, the feared Magneto.
However, her powers can't possibly help her when she's got the blues. Well, actually, they once could, because she always can use them to kill some irritating person just for fun, and this way get rid of that person and get her groove back as well.
But she can't go around killing people for entertainment when she's living in th mansion that is home to the X-Men, and she's also considered one of them. And the X-Men are a mostly peaceful force, so she should go with the flow.
She can still kill bad guys, but she has to be on a mission to do that, and she can't tell when the next mission will be planned.
So now she just walked around and did...nothing.
Until her eyes caught Jean, who had been mentally talking to someone until that moment, judging from the still unfocused look of her eyes.
"Anything interesting?" she asked her, not really interested.
"Nah. Just talking to Logan. He and Jubilee have taken Bobby for a cruise, as you probably don't know. To get away from some people and situations in here" during the last sentence Jean was giving her a stabbing look, as she was supposed to feel bad at this. Lorna then wished it had been Jean who wore the geeky visor and not her husband.
As Jean bid her goodbye and left the room before the tension could grow bigger, Lorna fell into heavy thinking.
When she came back to the mansion in order to find her Alex, whom she had presumed dead, she hadn't really thought she would bump onto another ex.
As days passed and her sudden wedding with Alex was getting closer, everyone in the mansion was approaching her with caution, like they did want to welcome her as a fellow team-mate and family member, but they still believed that she was a cranky bitch.
Bobby however hadn't talked to her at all. And she knew that wasn't out of indifference, but rather an unexpected reaction out of his hurt. She thought that he just felt awkward having an ex that dumped him around. But it turned out something bigger.
When the wedding was called off in exactly the last minute and she went on a rampage, Bobby was the only one who didn't hurt her feelings with his actions.
Alex did, since he did dump her on the altar for another woman.
That miserable excuse of a nurse did, being the other woman and all.
Everyone did by supporting her almost husband on his decision to humiliate her in front of everyone she knew.
But not Bobby.
"Don't do this Lorna. I still love you." those were the least hurtful words she received that day, and what did she do in response? She injured Bobby heavily and she mocked him, like a bitch that she was.
But now she could see how much she had hurt him.
And how much she loves him. For Alex was just an idea that had grown too large as time went by. But it wasn't Alex that she finally loved.
"Oh my God..." she thought to herself, stunned by her sudden realisation.
"...I have to find Bobby."