Post by logan on Oct 9, 2006 13:54:17 GMT -5
The room was altered for Liam's special needs, which as far as Logan could tell, was primarily privacy. He'd been informed that the young man had a special shyness associated with his physical nature... understandable, all things considered, particularly his history. Wolverine found an immediate relation to the young man, being a fellow amnesiac.
He rapped very slightly on the door, knowing that Crypt had senses similar to his own.
"Liam." He said in a low tone. "It's Logan. Mind if I come in?"
Liam sat in the darkness of his room, his lips quirking up into a strange
semblance of a smile as he read the latest book he'd pulled from the
library. He was picking things that were thicker and thicker, and he was
reading faster. And better yet, he was learning.
His eyes shot to the door as the quiet rapping sounded through the thick
panel, and his head quirked to one side as Logan's voice carried to his
ears. He'd seen Wolverine around the campus, heard what he could do, and he
was grateful to the large man for keeping his ears in mind.
Dropping the book on his bed, he pulled his goggles up from where they hung
on his neck and fit them over his eyes before walking to the door and
pulling it open. "Hello?"
Logan watched the be-goggled kid open the door, and gave him a nod and a slight smile. "Evenin' Liam. I was wondering if you had a minute to talk about the X-Men."
Liam blinked and folded his wings against his back, looking at Logan
curiously. "Can talk. Come in." Stepping back, Liam turned the circular
switch on the wall, raising the lightning from lower than moonlight to a
just under a normal brightness, illuminating the spartan conditions of his
room. There was his bed, a small dresser, a large metallic refridgerator in
one corner...
And books. Everywhere.
Liam turned to Logan as the X-Man walked in, looking at him expectantly.
Logan took a long look around, marveling at all the books. Liam was taking a different approach to his amnesia than Logan had… it made the man smile.
He looked back at Crypt, nodding.
"I like it." he said lowly. "You can keep the lights down if you'd prefer, we share similar senses – though I think yours are probably a bit more acute. I can just about see in the dark, I only need minimal light."
Tucking his hands in his pocket, he looked the young mutant up and down. "I read your file. You've got some useful abilities… I'll shoot you straight: I want to know if you'd like to start training to be an X-Man."
Liam blinked once before turning back to the dial and turning the lights
down to a comfortable, moon-bright intensity, pulling his goggles back down
to hang around his neck. His pitch black eyes focused on Logan as he spoke.
The tips of his ears twitched curiously. People still confused him; he
didn't really want to be shot, but it didn't look like Logan had a gun
anyway. The last part of the phrase, though, he understood perfectly.
And it wasn't a difficult decision. Liam tended to think in straight paths;
he wasn't all that adept at thinking abstractly, so the concepts of saving
the world or doing what was best for humanity were all but lost on him. The
idea of helping his cloud, though, was something he could easily comprehend,
so when he nodded his head in response he meant it entirely.
He rapped very slightly on the door, knowing that Crypt had senses similar to his own.
"Liam." He said in a low tone. "It's Logan. Mind if I come in?"
Liam sat in the darkness of his room, his lips quirking up into a strange
semblance of a smile as he read the latest book he'd pulled from the
library. He was picking things that were thicker and thicker, and he was
reading faster. And better yet, he was learning.
His eyes shot to the door as the quiet rapping sounded through the thick
panel, and his head quirked to one side as Logan's voice carried to his
ears. He'd seen Wolverine around the campus, heard what he could do, and he
was grateful to the large man for keeping his ears in mind.
Dropping the book on his bed, he pulled his goggles up from where they hung
on his neck and fit them over his eyes before walking to the door and
pulling it open. "Hello?"
Logan watched the be-goggled kid open the door, and gave him a nod and a slight smile. "Evenin' Liam. I was wondering if you had a minute to talk about the X-Men."
Liam blinked and folded his wings against his back, looking at Logan
curiously. "Can talk. Come in." Stepping back, Liam turned the circular
switch on the wall, raising the lightning from lower than moonlight to a
just under a normal brightness, illuminating the spartan conditions of his
room. There was his bed, a small dresser, a large metallic refridgerator in
one corner...
And books. Everywhere.
Liam turned to Logan as the X-Man walked in, looking at him expectantly.
Logan took a long look around, marveling at all the books. Liam was taking a different approach to his amnesia than Logan had… it made the man smile.
He looked back at Crypt, nodding.
"I like it." he said lowly. "You can keep the lights down if you'd prefer, we share similar senses – though I think yours are probably a bit more acute. I can just about see in the dark, I only need minimal light."
Tucking his hands in his pocket, he looked the young mutant up and down. "I read your file. You've got some useful abilities… I'll shoot you straight: I want to know if you'd like to start training to be an X-Man."
Liam blinked once before turning back to the dial and turning the lights
down to a comfortable, moon-bright intensity, pulling his goggles back down
to hang around his neck. His pitch black eyes focused on Logan as he spoke.
The tips of his ears twitched curiously. People still confused him; he
didn't really want to be shot, but it didn't look like Logan had a gun
anyway. The last part of the phrase, though, he understood perfectly.
And it wasn't a difficult decision. Liam tended to think in straight paths;
he wasn't all that adept at thinking abstractly, so the concepts of saving
the world or doing what was best for humanity were all but lost on him. The
idea of helping his cloud, though, was something he could easily comprehend,
so when he nodded his head in response he meant it entirely.