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(A/N: Reviews bring happiness to Warrentopia. Almost as much
as Laziness. Warren beseeches your reviews. He'll make you Viceroy. This week's
Viceroy of Warrentopia is shedreamsindigital. Warren let's her partake of the
Royal Warrentopian Fritos. The Warrentopian Minister of Defense, Wolverine,
will guard her person from any and all attempted forced Bad Costume Choices.)
Wolverine tracked the scent of The Hand. If
they wanted him so bad, he'd bring the fight to them. He didn't know what they
wanted, nor did he really care. He assumed they wanted what they all wanted. To
ruin his fucking day. That's all what it boiled down to. He tracked them to an
abandoned church on the outskirts of Toronto. He must just be a few hours
behind them as the place still reeked of their ridiculous little ritual. He
knew The Hand dabbled in the black arts. He had no use for magic himself, but
he had earned healthy respect for avoiding those who did play with it. It just
never worked out well. It looked like they had tried to summon something but it
had gone awry. There had been a fight. A strange one that started on the ground
and had moved to the ceiling. The opponents had bounced around like Superballs.
One of them had some seriously erratic movements...like he was popping in and
out of the fight randomly. He didn't smell fresh death or even spilled blood.
Just lots of a sort of incense and brimstone smell, probably the Summonee. The
Summonee also positively stank of sex and�candy. He had dropped a Tootsie Pop. Weird.
It looked like the infernal thing they tried to tame didn't take well to his
surprise party and got out of their little magic circle-thing and tore shit up.
The unsettling thing was the scent of the other combatant, he smelled of old
death, sand, and something thoroughly unpleasant but unnamable. Magic often
involved things unnamable. He liked his problems namable. The demonic fighter
also carried off some woman who had been painted with what smelled like dove's
blood. The bait, he assumed. Well, Bait and Demon-boy disappeared into thin
air, there was no exit trail. The rest of the Hand left by car just an hour
ago. Looked like their little soiree turned into a cluster fuck. Logan smiled.
He strode outside, caught the scent again and followed.

"We're going out." Kurt announced,
"I need excessive amounts of alcohol."
"What about Alpha Flight?" Jean
asked, stuffing the remains of the spell components into a trash can. Sage sat
quietly on the bed, Kurt's laptop on her crossed knees. She hadn't said much
since the dispelling of her collar. Kurt was still working on a way of
explaining the circumstances of her rescue. She hadn't asked so he still had
time to come up with something that didn't sound quite so very sad.
�We have the relay up, we encountered the
Hand, I'm not up for meeting costumed superheros." Kurt dug into his
dufflebag and retrieved a bundle of clothes. "We should be able to find
our endangered mutant without these guys." He stooped and plucked a
newspaper off of the top of the TV. He tossed it to Jean. She sat down and
stared at the picture on the front page. The members of Alpha Flight posed
rather triumphantly, all clad in a rainbow hue of spandex. Several members had
prominent maple leaves displayed on their attire. One very short guy had a
giant "P" gracing the middle of his chest.
�Great Googaly-Moogaly�" She breathed.
"Is that guy wearing a panty?"
"So, you see. I'm going to go get
pretty. And then we're going out." Kurt headed towards the shower,
"Because I was summoned by evil devil-worshipping Ninjas and Faux-Nazis to
violate a woman for reasons unbeknownst to me. I had to fight a masked Nazi who
bled sand and didn't seem very put out by being repeatedly stabbed with swords.
I have an owie on my hand because I casted a spell I got off the Internet. I
believe this is all grounds for the complete drunkification of Kurt." The
bathroom door closed behind him and soon the shower was running. Jean could
hear him singing, loudly, the theme to "Ghostbusters".
"I believe I will have to pass on
attending Nightcrawler's intended drunken stupor." Sage commented, closing
the laptop and putting it in sleep mode. "Besides, I have nothing to wear.
I need to retrieve my vehicle as it is. I left it parked before I was
abducted."
"What are you doing up here anyway?
We're trying to find this guy, Wolverine, who's being hunted by the Hand."
Jean poked through her dufflebag, looking for something to wear out. Sage
frowned at her.
"The Hand isn't hunting Wolverine." She said, a
little shortly. "The Hand was after me. I'm looking for Wolverine. Where
the Nazi spellcasters came in, I have no idea."
"What do you want with Wolverine?" Jean sat back, a
pair of pants in her hands. //Scott? Can you hear me?// She called through her
telepathic link with her young husband. //The mission's gone a little awry//
"I need to go somewhere and he's the
best person to guide me. I've been tracking him for weeks. He's hard to pin
down. The Hand have been chasing me the entire time. I've annoyed some rather
unsavory people and they called in some favors to see that I'm�dealt
with." Sage slid from the and and peeked out the window. "I'm
surprised you didn't know this�didn't Xavier inform you?"
//Jean? What's wrong?// Scott returned. The
exchange was rather faint due to the distance.
//I'll explain in a minute. We're all right,
just there's been some misinformation.//
"OK, here's the deal." Jean took a
breath and face Sage. "We weren't sent to save you. We were sent to save
Wolverine. The Professor's at a conference in Virginia but he contacted me and
let me know that there was a Mutant in trouble. That he was being hunted by
assassins known as The Hand. He recommended that Kurt be sent to fetch him. Maybe
invite him to join the X-Men. We didn't know anything about you at all. We were
setting up a transmitting relay for one of our computer systems when Kurt
teleported. He misfired and ended up at that ritual."
"Interesting." Sage's face was
devoid of expression. "Very interesting. And not surprising�not at
all." She sank into the hard backed chair by the window and ced ced
towards the bathroom. "When Nightcrawler is ready. I'll have him take me
to my car. I think I'll be joining you after all. A drink sounds�" she
rubbed the back of her neck and looked out the window again, opening the
curtains just a fraction of an inch. "�sounds like a good idea. I have
clothes in my car."
Jean contacted Scott and filled the X-Men
leader in on the mishaps of the mission thus far: Alpha Flight, Nazis, Ninjas,
Demon Summonings, Sage, Wolverine, and the spell.
//Well, I just don't know what to say about
that// Scott seemed at a loss. //And here I was just worried about you two
ending up with kidney stones from excessive caffeine consumption.//
//Funny, Scott.//
//Sorry, honey. Do you want to abort the
mission? Come on back and bring Sage with you?// Scott's mental tone was
contrite.
//Nah. We should still find this guy. Sage
needs to talk to him. Can you try and get in touch with the Prof? I get the
feeling Sage knows him and there seems to be a tad of animosity there.//
//Will do. Love you.//
//I love you too, Scott.//
Jean finished her mental conversation just
as Kurt wandered from the bathroom, steam billowing out behind him. He wore hip
hugging leather pants and deep red tuxedo shirt, partially buttoned. His bangs
hung in his eyes. Sage got to her feet
"Nightcrawler, could you please
teleport me to my car?" She slid her feet into the tennis shoes she
borrowed from Jean. "I'd like to drive it back here before we seek out
Wolverine. It's not far, maybe a ten minute drive." She pulled Kurt's
oversized gray hoodie over her head, as the May evening had a distinct chill.
"Sure." Kurt pulled his coat on
and held out his hand. She took it, and he pulled her into an embrace.
"Where is it?"
She found herself with her cheek resting
against his collarbone. He smelled like sandalwood and incense. Sage sent him
the mental image of the bar's parking lot where she had last seen her car. His
arms curled around her and�
BAMF
Kurt and Sage appeared behind the bar. He
was thankful that a passing train covered the sound of the BAMF. She pulled out
of his arms as soon as she felt her feet on solid ground. Kurt pulled the cowl
of his coat up and followed her around the building. She leaned against the
wall and carefully peered around the corner towards the parking lot. Loud 80's
rock music poured forth from the bar's seedy innards. The half lit neon sign
said "Moe's". That made Kurt smile�and remember he had to go to Best
Buy to pick up the latest season of The Simpsons that had come out on DVD. He'd
pre-ordered it about four weeks ago and they were supposed to call him when it
came in. He had a lot of voicemail to go through, though and-.
//Nightcrawler, you have night vision, can
you see anything? The Hand might be lurking around here, hoping I'd come back
to pick up my car.// Kurt startled at the sudden mental influx. He didn't know
Sage was a telepath.
//I don't see anything here, but I'll get a
better vantage point.// He thought back. Kurt gazed around to ensure a lack of
witnesses and then turned towards the bing.ing. He crawled up the wall to the
rooftop. Someone was sitting crouched, watching down towards the parking lot.
Their head was down and their attention seemed to be focused on a dark SUV
parked further back in the lot.
//That's my car// Sage informed him, looking
through his eyes. Kurt always found that slightly unnerving. He silently
dropped over the edge of the roof and crept along, reaching into his coat for
the tranq gun. The person's neck expoexposed.
//I'm going to immobilize him. We can find
out if he's hostile later// Kurt sent, slipping up closer to the figure. He
screwed his silencer onto the muzzle of his gun. He could take this guy out
with a tranq dart and then have Jean do a little "creative memory
therapy" after finding out what he knew. These are not the droids
you're looking for�. His tail drifted lazily side to side as he stalked the
suspected Hand member. He raised the tranq gun and aimed for the exposed flesh
of the man's neck. Part of him was a little disappointed in the circumstances
of this encounter, it wasn't very sporting. Oh, well, the sooner this was over,
the sooner he could go out and work on that getting inebriated plan he had. He
had had a mild headache ever since the �summoning�.
"I wouldn't do that, bub." The
figure said in a casual, almost bored, tone. "You'd shoot me with your
little pop gun full of night-night juice, but it wouldn't work." He slowly
stood up and turned around, "Then I'd get all cranky." He set down
the beer he'd been drinking. "Then we'd have to have.." Snikt!
Kurt watched as three long blades grew from the man's right fist.
"�words." The man finished with a cordial grin. Kurt froze, taken
aback. The man stepped into the light just as Kurt took a step back into the
shadows. He paused with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression. He was
stocky and a little shorter then Kurt. Unruly black hair hung around a youthful
face, but the cobalt eyes that peered out from beneath a straw cowboy hat were
shadowed and aged. He wore blue jeans and a wife-beater, despite the nip in the
air. Battered cowboy boots crunched the gravel of the rooftop. He pulled a
zippo lighter from his pocket and lit the cigar that he had clenched in his
teeth. A blue cloud of cherry scented smoke circled around his head. "You
can toss your gun down, or not." He shrugged, "It doesn't really
matter. Whatever makes you feel better."
Logan watched as the shadowy figure backed into the darkness,
tranq gun lowering. He saw the flash of yellow eyes from beneath a heavy hooded
coat. The Summonee from the church ritual. mellmelled pretty bizarre for a
demon. He smelled like shampoo, like candy, like soda, like Oreo cookies, and
cologne...all over that sort of permanent smell of brimstone, sex, and incense.
He could smell Bait girl on him and blood, not hers, his own. In fact,
Bait-girl was down in the alley way, waiting.
"I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume you're neither
a Ninja nor a Faux-Nazi," A soft voice, laced with a faint German accent,
drifted quietly from the shadows. Faux-Nazi? Jesus, I'm a having a really
weird fucking week, Logan repressed a sigh. "Sorry to sound so clich�,
but who are you and what are you doing here?" The voice continued,
sounding relieved but cautious.
"Why don't you come out where I can see you before we
finish our little chat?" Logan puffed on his cigar. The figure stepped
forward, pulling down it's cowl. Logan almost dropped his cigar. A kid. A
bright blue kid with long pointy ears.
"What the fuck are you? Some sort of elf?" Logan
sheathed his claws. The Elf smiled, flashing a wicked set of fangs.
&qNo, No, I'm a Mutant, but I usually get asked if I'm a
demon, so "elf" is a nice change of pace." The Elf's tail peeked
almost curiously over his shoulder. "My name's Kurt Wagner. Any chance
your name is Wolverine?"
"Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw�" Logan
muttered, shaking his head. "Yeah, there's a chance."
"Heathers." The Elf seemed delighted,
"I love that movie. So, is Wolverine your given name?" The kid
stuffed the tranq gun back into his coat and pulled out a lollipop, unwrapping
it with his strange three fingered hands. Logan then noticed the kid's feet.
They were two-toed and shaped like a cat's, complete with fur. Kurt stuck the
sucker in his mouth and walked over to the edge of the roof, looking over it
and waving at Bait-girl. "�or is that your Jolly Pirate Nickname?"
"The Crow." Logan reached for his beer. The
kid was a smart-ass. He liked him. "And my name's Logan. So, why are you
looking for me?"
"Well, that's a very interesting story�" The Elf
looked slightly embarrassed. "I'm from the X-Men�it's an organization of
Mutants who.."
"�use your powers to protect a world that hates and
fears you. Yeah, I've heard your boss's little recruitment speech." Logan
drained his beer.
"We were sent to rescue you from Nazi consorting
Ninjas."
Logan spluttered, his beer foaming down his chin.
"What?" He snorted, glad the beer hadn't shot out his nose.
"This is going to take some explaining." Kurt
sighed, having managed to jump back to avoid the beer fountain of Logan's
mirth. He pulled his comlink from his pocket. "I have to let my partner
know what's going on."
"This should be good." Logan wiped his chin and
chuckled.
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