wholeworldoutthere: (not laughing anymore)
Klaus ([personal profile] wholeworldoutthere) wrote2013-02-19 06:41 am
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February 14

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.
ohsnikt: (s.o.p.)

[personal profile] ohsnikt 2013-02-19 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
ohsnikt: (outgunned)

[personal profile] ohsnikt 2013-02-20 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
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."

Edited 2013-02-20 01:13 (UTC)
ohsnikt: (mutant please)

[personal profile] ohsnikt 2013-02-20 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
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."
ohsnikt: (you are on the thinnest of ice)

[personal profile] ohsnikt 2013-02-20 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
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.
ohsnikt: (buh?)

[personal profile] ohsnikt 2013-02-22 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
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?
ohsnikt: (shift it)

[personal profile] ohsnikt 2013-02-23 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
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<<.