Post by logan on Oct 9, 2006 14:10:24 GMT -5
Joshua Foley. No code name yet. Logan considered the teenager they found in Baltimore, lost and scared out of his wits due to the confusion of his suddenly appearing mutation. What timing. That really wasn't that long ago, and Josh had been introduced to a world of high technology, and every day mutations and demonstrations of bizarre powers... powers like his own immensely useful, life saving gift. His healing abilities were being put to the test here at Xavier's, though mostly in common, minor injuries. Though earlier this week, he'd saved Maggott's life.
Now Josh was on Logan's list of potential X-Men. He had a gift that could serve of great use on the battle-field, and if his opinion of mutants had been drastically changed by his coming here, he'd make a great X-Man. It remained to be seen, however, if he was even interested.
Logan found him walking through the halls, and met pace with him as he walked.
"Josh, you have a minute?"
I should have told him to take some extra calcium, Josh was thinking as he walked down the hall. His mind was on Forge's surgery, and the fact that he'd had to deplete massive amounts of calcium from his muscles in order to heal the bone. But what the hell, a little muscle fatigue was a small price to pay for a working (albeit metal) leg.
Stopping, Josh turned around to see the man they called Wolverine. He scared the piss out of Josh, to tell the complete truth, and he was a little bit nervous as the other man caught up with him.
"Yeah, I've got a minute. What's up?"
Logan smiled at him, a lopsided thing better fit on a battlefield than a school - but still, it held real warmth.
"I wanted to talk to you..." he said. "About joining the X-Men. You've been helping us out so much, I was wondering if you'd like to become official. I'm looking to see if you wanted to start training for the uniform."
"Become official?" Oh man. Becoming one of the X-men would be like... like finally admiting to the world that the former Reaver was actually a mutant. Right now he could just think of himself as the fucking lucky one who never got hurt - the nurse of the mansion. Come see Nurse Foley, he'll fix you up good.
Becoming an official X-man meant dawning the costume, going to the battles, and quite possibly ending up on television with it. And training? What in god's name could training entail? Learning how to become a killer like the man standing before him? Jesus.
But he did realize how great a help it would be to the X-men to have a full-time healer in their ranks. Drag Foley along to all the battles, keep him out of the way until someone was hurt (and someone was always hurt), and then shove the golden boy into the fray to heal the wounds and mop up the blood. He really should spend a day or two in the ER just to prepare.
"What..." He paused to clear his throat, his voice having suddenly upped an octave since he last spoke. "What does being an X-man entail, exactally?"
Logan nodded. "Official. Being an X-Man will entail putting your ass on the line to save lives, stand up against all sorts of high-powered bad people, and generally be looked down on - or up - to by various members of society. It's not easy."
Logan was not one to lie about the obvious.
"You'd be notorious and famous at the same time. You could die. You could try to help someone, and they'd die."
He paused.
"But ultimately, you'd be doing the right thing... you'd be saving lives and helping people."
Despite his mutation, Foley had a healthy fear of mortality, and the words 'you could die' hit a chord in him that resounded disonantly. Joining the X-men could not only mean making the 5-o'clock news, it could also mean being the body covered in a white sheet on the news.
Foley tapped his fingers against his mouth and then looked down at them. They were still giving off a faint gold glow from his work with Forge. It had been hard work, that, and Rayen had almost killed the man, but without even the most remedial background in medicine Foley had been able to keep him alive. It had been thrilling, and proud, and humbling all at the same time.
His blue eyes turned up to meet the fierce little man before him. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll train as an X-man."
Now Josh was on Logan's list of potential X-Men. He had a gift that could serve of great use on the battle-field, and if his opinion of mutants had been drastically changed by his coming here, he'd make a great X-Man. It remained to be seen, however, if he was even interested.
Logan found him walking through the halls, and met pace with him as he walked.
"Josh, you have a minute?"
I should have told him to take some extra calcium, Josh was thinking as he walked down the hall. His mind was on Forge's surgery, and the fact that he'd had to deplete massive amounts of calcium from his muscles in order to heal the bone. But what the hell, a little muscle fatigue was a small price to pay for a working (albeit metal) leg.
Stopping, Josh turned around to see the man they called Wolverine. He scared the piss out of Josh, to tell the complete truth, and he was a little bit nervous as the other man caught up with him.
"Yeah, I've got a minute. What's up?"
Logan smiled at him, a lopsided thing better fit on a battlefield than a school - but still, it held real warmth.
"I wanted to talk to you..." he said. "About joining the X-Men. You've been helping us out so much, I was wondering if you'd like to become official. I'm looking to see if you wanted to start training for the uniform."
"Become official?" Oh man. Becoming one of the X-men would be like... like finally admiting to the world that the former Reaver was actually a mutant. Right now he could just think of himself as the fucking lucky one who never got hurt - the nurse of the mansion. Come see Nurse Foley, he'll fix you up good.
Becoming an official X-man meant dawning the costume, going to the battles, and quite possibly ending up on television with it. And training? What in god's name could training entail? Learning how to become a killer like the man standing before him? Jesus.
But he did realize how great a help it would be to the X-men to have a full-time healer in their ranks. Drag Foley along to all the battles, keep him out of the way until someone was hurt (and someone was always hurt), and then shove the golden boy into the fray to heal the wounds and mop up the blood. He really should spend a day or two in the ER just to prepare.
"What..." He paused to clear his throat, his voice having suddenly upped an octave since he last spoke. "What does being an X-man entail, exactally?"
Logan nodded. "Official. Being an X-Man will entail putting your ass on the line to save lives, stand up against all sorts of high-powered bad people, and generally be looked down on - or up - to by various members of society. It's not easy."
Logan was not one to lie about the obvious.
"You'd be notorious and famous at the same time. You could die. You could try to help someone, and they'd die."
He paused.
"But ultimately, you'd be doing the right thing... you'd be saving lives and helping people."
Despite his mutation, Foley had a healthy fear of mortality, and the words 'you could die' hit a chord in him that resounded disonantly. Joining the X-men could not only mean making the 5-o'clock news, it could also mean being the body covered in a white sheet on the news.
Foley tapped his fingers against his mouth and then looked down at them. They were still giving off a faint gold glow from his work with Forge. It had been hard work, that, and Rayen had almost killed the man, but without even the most remedial background in medicine Foley had been able to keep him alive. It had been thrilling, and proud, and humbling all at the same time.
His blue eyes turned up to meet the fierce little man before him. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll train as an X-man."