11-09-2004, 07:51 PM
One of his 'team mates' had started preaching to the others. It was a lecture that he disregarded, paying it no heed. His focus at the moment was on the kid as he made a quirk that Logan was sure the kid found quite nonchalant.
"Your speed won't mean a thing if you can't move your legs."
Logan emitted a low growl as the kid ran off to talk to the others, only to be replaced by another incovience. He eyed the man's left arm for a brief moment before giving him the same response he had given Paige. His arms remained folded across his chest, leaving the arm that Iron Fist extended hanging alone in the air.
However, his cold stare did not stay on the man for long, for the blond female, who seemed intent on trying his patience, had resumed talking to him. It was quite obvious that she was not going to back down, nor was she going to leave him be until she had gotten some kind of response.
It never came, for the woman who was speaking had finally said something that had caught Logan's ear.
"...is Victoria Essex, my codename is Sinistra and I don't use it..."
His blue eyes now paid more attention to the pale skinned woman as she continued talking. The more he studied her outward appearance, the more he came to recognize it. Not her, but the person she shared a striking similarity to. And if her appearance wasn't enough to convince him that there was a connection between her and the man in his mind, her name was.
"Essex."
The cold look that his eyes held slowly melted away to one of hatred and contempt. Memories that he often pushed aside and burried resurfaced as the image of the man continued to appear before him. He quickly, however, regained his composure. If there was a connection, if she was who he thought she was, then he would have to keep a close eye on her. A very close eye.
"Your speed won't mean a thing if you can't move your legs."
Logan emitted a low growl as the kid ran off to talk to the others, only to be replaced by another incovience. He eyed the man's left arm for a brief moment before giving him the same response he had given Paige. His arms remained folded across his chest, leaving the arm that Iron Fist extended hanging alone in the air.
However, his cold stare did not stay on the man for long, for the blond female, who seemed intent on trying his patience, had resumed talking to him. It was quite obvious that she was not going to back down, nor was she going to leave him be until she had gotten some kind of response.
It never came, for the woman who was speaking had finally said something that had caught Logan's ear.
"...is Victoria Essex, my codename is Sinistra and I don't use it..."
His blue eyes now paid more attention to the pale skinned woman as she continued talking. The more he studied her outward appearance, the more he came to recognize it. Not her, but the person she shared a striking similarity to. And if her appearance wasn't enough to convince him that there was a connection between her and the man in his mind, her name was.
"Essex."
The cold look that his eyes held slowly melted away to one of hatred and contempt. Memories that he often pushed aside and burried resurfaced as the image of the man continued to appear before him. He quickly, however, regained his composure. If there was a connection, if she was who he thought she was, then he would have to keep a close eye on her. A very close eye.