February 14

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Klaus needs to tear something to pieces.

Preferably someone, and preferably every single person that had a hand in Finn's death, and everyone that's ever made Caroline feel quite so insecure, and think quite so lowly of herself.

Of course, neither one of these options is going to happen.

So he heads over to Level 3, because it's usually the least populated floor, and to the nearest sparring room. It is thankfully empty, and he starts laying into the punching bag without wrapping up his knuckles and without a care for the bag or for his hands. He can't think of anything more clichéd than letting steam out on a punching bag, but it's either that or going on a rampage, tearing through throats and drinking his fill from the next ten persons he runs into.

He'd rather be a cliché than risk Caroline's and his life.

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[ohsnikt]

Logan's just passing through, but he can hear the sound of rage through the door and it makes him curious enough to put his head in the door.

When he sees who it is attacking the bag, he barks out a mean laugh. He crosses his arms over his chest and speaking way out of turn. Whatever. This jerk deserves it.

"Couldn't find your girlfriend?"

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Klaus catches the bag when he stops hitting it and it swings meanly back towards him, and he keeps his back to Logan. Tension is crawling through him, and if Logan really can't be killed, what would be the harm in letting it all out on him?

But if he starts to let himself do these things, he'll have the whole station on his back faster than he can say 'Hyde'.

"Not today, Wolverine."

Somehow, he makes that sound like an insult.

[ohsnikt]

It actually weirds him out a little that Klaus knows his name. He doesn't move, and keeps running his mouth.

"Yeah, you're right. There's probably a better day to talk about you kickin the crap out of Caroline."

He glares a moment more, and turns to go, muttering, "...you candy ass freakshow."

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Klaus has turned around before Logan is done with his idea of an insult (Klaus has never liked insults, anyway; there are so many better ways to hurt someone), and despite the anger thrumming through him in time with his hunger, his face remains human. But for once, he doesn't look the emotionless sort of dangerous, when he lets all the emotion bleed out of his expression. No, this time he looks like all of his emotions are threatening to overwhelm him, and that is in fact more dangerous by far.

"I have never done that to her!" he shouts, giving way to his anger and letting it ring in his voice, shine in his eyes for once.

[ohsnikt]

The raised voice makes Logan turn back around. It might intimidate featherweight blondes, but there's no way Wolverine backs off when someone this bad is this close to inviting an ass kicking.

"Right. You know, I finally stopped asking why she wanted me to teach her self defense when I figured out she was spending the rest of her time with you."

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It's not even about being hungry anymore; Klaus only wishes that he were at full strength, because he can almost feel the snap of Logan's neck under his hands. He could just zoom up to him and take him out in a heartbeat, and it would feel glorious.

Since it wouldn't even kill him, apparently, Caroline might not even end up hating Klaus for it.

"And what is it you think you know about me?" Klaus asks, stalking closer in an arc; he knows the range of Logan's claws, so he's not going to come running straight at him. "About us?"

It's a good thing Star didn't follow him. The wolf might have got hurt, trying to attack the mutant.

And then it would have been time to find out whether Logan could survive being torn to pieces.

[ohsnikt]

Logan snorts derisively.

"What's to know, bub? You're a punk and I knew it the minute I laid eyes on you."

He's not breaking eye contact now, either, for pretty much the same reason.

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"Nothing, then," Klaus answers for Logan, and there is nothing of his usual fake cheerfulness to his smile, just anger. "You know nothing about us."

And before Logan can answer, Klaus is rushing towards him. He's fully expecting to be greeted by a fistful of claws, and fully ready to dodge and get into Logan's personal space.

The violence itself is never quite as fulfilling as the kill; he's going for his throat, not drawing it out.

[ohsnikt]

Logan knows a direct line to his jugular when somebody's making one. He drops low and counters, grabbing Klaus around the waist. To his chagrin, the claws do pop; he doesn't want to dignify this horse's ass as a legitimate threat, but there you have it.

He throws Klaus off in the direction he'd been going, and rushes him claws first, aiming for an arm or a hand. Wouldn't it just serve him right to lose a finger for pissing off the wrong guy?

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Klaus doesn't keep back the growl of pain as the claws dive straight into his arm, but he doesn't let it stop his assault either. In fact, he ignores the new onslaught of pain as he bends his arm, flesh tearing, and grabs Logan's arm to hold it in place. He puts all of his strength into it when his other hand grabs Logan's shoulder, and pulls.

[ohsnikt]

Oh yeah, that's the familiar pop or a shoulder coming clean out of its socket. It hurts a hell of a lot more, now; adamantium doesn't have the same give as bone, and cartilage just ain't a match for metal. Logan roars in pain and his other arm comes around to give Klaus a newly punctured ribcage -maybe lung, but Logan doubts it. Too shallow.

The knockout gas hisses on, and Logan can't help but feel insulted. It's getting to be a hair trigger, these days.

"I barely touched the guy!" he yells, weakly, at no one, before his head hits the ground with a resounding >>CLUNK<<.