Post by logan on Oct 9, 2006 14:19:46 GMT -5
Logan found Bishop in Forge's shop, checking out some new state-of-the-art weaponry the egg-head was working on. Fortunately the technopath was somewhere else, probably off downloading porn, and he didn't have to worry about talking to him.
Bishop was something of an oddity. He had been living here at the school, helping out Forge, but hadn't mentioned the X-Men at all. Forge had said that he was uncertain whether the big man was interested, but Logan knew from personal experience that Bishop would be a complete asset to the team. He had a decent mutation, and had immense amounts of combat experience and fighting skill.
"Hey big man." Logan said, walking through the doors. "Got a minute?"
The marine looked up from the assault rifle he was - there was no other word for it - ogling and gave a brief nod. "Certainly," he said, setting the rifle down with obvious reluctance. "How is the boy doing now? Doing well, I trust?"
In the aftermath of Sabertooth's attack, Bishop had been the epitome of sheer calm.
"He seems to be okay. A bit shaken, probably, and likely upset that he got taken out of the fight early… but I'm working on changing that. I want him to join the X-Men, want to train him." Logan said, stepping to the table and staring down at the firearms.
He wasn't much for guns, but knew that if the X-Men were going to be facing situations like Baltimore, he wouldn't question their use… Hell, Bishop himself had likely turned the tides of the fight the other night with his own gun. Not that that was why he was here.
"I want you there too. Not as a trainee, of course, but as a full X-Man. I want you to help us train up the new guys."
"Is that so," said Bishop, not missing a beat. "Interesting. Interesting." He picked the shotgun back up again and examined it critically, whilst he formulated a response in his mind.
Nobody, ever, could accuse Bishop of the art of the snappy comeback.
"I'm a mercenary, Logan," he said, eventually. "I kill for a living. I'd hardly call me a good influence in a school."
Logan nodded, looking at the big man levelly. "I gotta be honest with you, Bishop, I've probably killed more since being a part of the X-men than ever in my life. Image is one thing, what's right is another. Sometimes you gotta kill. We take on big responsibilities, and they usually involve combat with a lot of really bad people."
He smirked.
"And it's a paying job. Xavier's bank accounts are impressive, and the X-Men get paid for their work, or we'd not have a way to survive."
The corners of Bishop's mouth quirked upwards in the briefest of brief smiles. "Strangely," he said, in the most conversational of tones Logan had ever heard from him, "I'm not so worried about the money. If I were to stay here, there would be a permanent roof over my head. And that would be the first time in ... well, many years."
He considered the shotgun.
"What would be my duties?"
That was a sentiment Logan could really understand, the roof over the head. Xavier's was the first real home he'd ever had, and he wouldn't trade the feeling for anything in the world.
"Pretty simple, really. The X-Men fight when the time calls for it, we stop the guys humans can't stop. Other than that, I'd like you to share some of your military training with the new recruits - we need someone who can teach them how to think and act in battle."
He looked around. "Other than that you can basically do whatever it is you do with your time."
"My time?" Bishop levelled his gaze at Logan."I bake"
It was so deadpan, it was hard to believe that it was the taciturn Bishop saying it.
As briefly as it had happened, the moment of humour had passed. "Alright," he said. "I'll give it a shot. Not literally, obviously. But yes. I can see why some of those kids could do with some guidance and training. Let's say...six months to start?"
Bishop was something of an oddity. He had been living here at the school, helping out Forge, but hadn't mentioned the X-Men at all. Forge had said that he was uncertain whether the big man was interested, but Logan knew from personal experience that Bishop would be a complete asset to the team. He had a decent mutation, and had immense amounts of combat experience and fighting skill.
"Hey big man." Logan said, walking through the doors. "Got a minute?"
The marine looked up from the assault rifle he was - there was no other word for it - ogling and gave a brief nod. "Certainly," he said, setting the rifle down with obvious reluctance. "How is the boy doing now? Doing well, I trust?"
In the aftermath of Sabertooth's attack, Bishop had been the epitome of sheer calm.
"He seems to be okay. A bit shaken, probably, and likely upset that he got taken out of the fight early… but I'm working on changing that. I want him to join the X-Men, want to train him." Logan said, stepping to the table and staring down at the firearms.
He wasn't much for guns, but knew that if the X-Men were going to be facing situations like Baltimore, he wouldn't question their use… Hell, Bishop himself had likely turned the tides of the fight the other night with his own gun. Not that that was why he was here.
"I want you there too. Not as a trainee, of course, but as a full X-Man. I want you to help us train up the new guys."
"Is that so," said Bishop, not missing a beat. "Interesting. Interesting." He picked the shotgun back up again and examined it critically, whilst he formulated a response in his mind.
Nobody, ever, could accuse Bishop of the art of the snappy comeback.
"I'm a mercenary, Logan," he said, eventually. "I kill for a living. I'd hardly call me a good influence in a school."
Logan nodded, looking at the big man levelly. "I gotta be honest with you, Bishop, I've probably killed more since being a part of the X-men than ever in my life. Image is one thing, what's right is another. Sometimes you gotta kill. We take on big responsibilities, and they usually involve combat with a lot of really bad people."
He smirked.
"And it's a paying job. Xavier's bank accounts are impressive, and the X-Men get paid for their work, or we'd not have a way to survive."
The corners of Bishop's mouth quirked upwards in the briefest of brief smiles. "Strangely," he said, in the most conversational of tones Logan had ever heard from him, "I'm not so worried about the money. If I were to stay here, there would be a permanent roof over my head. And that would be the first time in ... well, many years."
He considered the shotgun.
"What would be my duties?"
That was a sentiment Logan could really understand, the roof over the head. Xavier's was the first real home he'd ever had, and he wouldn't trade the feeling for anything in the world.
"Pretty simple, really. The X-Men fight when the time calls for it, we stop the guys humans can't stop. Other than that, I'd like you to share some of your military training with the new recruits - we need someone who can teach them how to think and act in battle."
He looked around. "Other than that you can basically do whatever it is you do with your time."
"My time?" Bishop levelled his gaze at Logan."I bake"
It was so deadpan, it was hard to believe that it was the taciturn Bishop saying it.
As briefly as it had happened, the moment of humour had passed. "Alright," he said. "I'll give it a shot. Not literally, obviously. But yes. I can see why some of those kids could do with some guidance and training. Let's say...six months to start?"