Rule Number One (Logan/Jennifer)

[James "Logan" Howlett]

Location: San Fransico, California
Date: 6/19/2012
Time of Day: Late Morning

The Advanced Idea Mechanics terrorist group were starting to get completely out of control. After Tony Stark attacked them when they got caught dealings weapons to Latveria, they'd been popping up more and more frequently in America. Word was now that they were starting to try and create gene spliced soldiers. The word Mutant was being thrown around more and more as the rumors swelled, and that just did not sit well with Charles Xavier.

It was rare that he turned to Logan for this kind of thing, but when asked to do something by Xavier, Logan was always there to comply.

He'd stopped for coffee this particular morning. Not because he needed it, his healing factor kept his body in peak condition at all times, no rather because he liked the taste of hot black coffee. Wolverine was enjoying himself that particular morning, it was rare that he could kick back and relax like this.

The explosion that rocked the next several blocks only confirmed that his rest was a rarity. Logan growled as he set his coffee down, gave it one longing stare and then sighed before ducking out into the streets. Ash and fire filled his nostrils, Logan could smell it, even from blocks away, an advantage of his.

Growling, he raced off into an alley to make his way toward the source of the explosion.

OOC: We'll get to the villains in my next post, I figure jumping straight into the action is very Wolverine.

[Jennifer Walters]

Waiting for the fog to burn off gave her the perfect excuse to languish before hitting Venice Beach. Due to the loose sexual morays around here, and the plethora of body builders and vendors that catered to them, this beach was always a bit of a shopping frenzy for her. Work had brought her here. These days she was having too much fun simply being a celebrity, and didn't often take on legal cases, but this had been a request from a friend. An old friend.

They'd stayed out late celebrating. Regardless, she had risen feeling absolutely vibrant as always. Jennifer could get hit by a Mack Truck and not even feel it the next day. A bit of carousing had done her no damage. However, it did take an entire pot of coffee to get nearly 600 pounds of She Hulk fully mobile. A fan had made her a cup that felt just right in her powerful hands, and made it her favorite shade of contrasting purple with "She Hulk" on it in red. She loved it. It was large enough to hold a small dog.

However, she proffered coffee.

An hour or so later she was looking at some perfectly perfect shoes. Simply scandalous. She couldn't have fit a single thing they had in stock on her feet, but she would buy a pair, and send them off to be copied. A bit of a crowd had gathered, and she was waving and saying hello now and then. She signed two tee shirts over two very perfectly ripped men, and taken photos beside them, needing only to bend a little to join them in the picture. She rivaled them inch for inch, pound for pound, and could have juggled the men, if she'd been in that sort of mood, but it was early yet. Besides, she did not know how to juggle, and it seemed risky for everyone involved.

Normally she wouldn't have spent time with such brutes, but this little group was particularly respectful. They'd offered a sense of camaraderie, instead of the usual feeding frenzy atmosphere.

That is when the explosion hit. Startled, she whipped to face it before the echo had faded. Only blocks away, and powerful. She looked down at the tiny tiny cutie wootie sales girl, who was looking up at her, wide eyed. She handed the girl the pair she'd chosen, and quick rummaged a hundred dollar bill out of her purse.

"Hold on to those for me, would you? You'll remember me, won't you?" Jennifer asked with a wink and a smile. "I'll be back."

Then she was pelting of the beach and toward the trouble. When she got there, she found mayhem, and only stopped long enough to tug her halter top tighter.

"Ratings." she mumbled, and leapt into the fray.

[James "Logan" Howlett]

The heart of the city was an obvious center for attack. Wolverine knew it was exactly where they'd be looking for the culprits. Far more interesting to Logan was that there didn't seem to be many targets. There were several, what Wolverine hazarded to guess, men standing around in bright yellow radiation suits with three or four large steel cages. From his observation point, Logan could smell them. Whatever was in there was pumped full of some nasty chemicals.

Wolverine growled, not wanting to wait any longer before they let whatever was in those cages loose. He disappeared back into the alleyway, trying to take the long and quiet way around. He did his best work when no one was paying attention to him. He could even hear them when he got close enough, they were chatting like they were standing around a water cooler. Terrorists sure were an odd bunch.

"Do you think someone's coming? That explosion tore up the street. The LAPD hasn't even shown up yet."

"This is Stark's territory, I'd bet that they figure he's on his way here, but we all know Stark's in Romania trying to sell that Arc Reactor tech. It'd take him three hours at least. When we get the signal, we let the Bio Men out and the transport will let us out of- Waugh!"

Logan had come from above, claws extended and sliding through the back out of one of the Advanced Idea Mechanics soldiers. Scrambling back, his partner looked around, cluctching a remote as Wolverine stalked him, "You picked a bad morning to mess with me bub, I haven't even had breakfast yet."

[Jennifer Walters]

In her haste, she tore footprints into the sidewalk. At one point, with a bit of a yelp, she'd had to pull a spinning twist that would put Lauren Jackson to shame as she avoided someone fleeing in the opposite direction. Little man was running near blind in his haste and did not even blink at her as he passed.

Of all the nerve.



It was easy to tell the good guys from the bad guys. As usual. It was never surprising how surprising it was. Okay, so this time it was the high tech, armed, mini meds that needed a head banging.


The first one, she simply came up behind and plucked his gun from his hand, letting it swing in a natural arc to come around and whack him hard enough in the rump to send him flying.

"Party Crasher!" She announced with a bit of glee.

He flew far enough she didn't bother to watch him land. The other one should be arriving, or shooting her just about now, so she spun low. Little creep, she'd been right. Something whizzed over her head, nearly parting her dark green hair.

With the power in these legs, she could get from zero to sixty in a heartbeat, and never had to rise up as she steamrolled at him at high speed, muscle bursting green arms pumping hard and adding to her forward momentum as much as her steely, shapely legs. That, and the clear view of her equally impressive, equally green cleavage, was usually enough to give her the advantage.

It worked, as usual, and he stood absolutely stunned for the two and a half seconds it to her to reach him. She swatted away the gun, scooped him up by the scruff of his has mat suit and held him off the ground. She clawed away the gun belts and gear that hung on him, letting it clatter to the ground. He squirmed, and it was pretty funny since he was sort of suspended by his suit in her grip and probably couldn't even see what was happening. She cleared his view by pinching away the protective plastic and flinging it aside.

"Wait here while I get some punch, will you?" She asked, amicably, plunking him down at the foot of a street sign, then wrapped it around him like an over sized bike lock snugged too tight.

That might be a good solution for the ominous boxes as well. She took a look around to see what she'd been missing, and to look for the right bit of this or that to tie up this first box with.

Sometimes her job was like a fourth grade art class project, in macro.

[James "Logan" Howlett]

Sounds of terror in his wake always made Logan smirk. He got a kick out of terrorizing those who would quickly do the same to others. So in the case of the AIM soldier now trying to flee from him, Wolverine was nearly gleeful. Of course, nearly gleeful still meant that he was scowling, after all, he hadn't caught the guy and cut a few pounds off of him yet. Trudging along, Logan's ears picked up some other anguished cries. Someone else must've jumped in on all the action.

Looking around, he spotted someone big, and green, and, not the Hulk. A sigh of relief began spill out of his lungs, a clash with the Hulk was not something he needed on an empty stomach. However, he was interested in who this was. The sounds of retreating feet made Logan snarl, but from what he could make of it, that guy wouldn't be back, unless he had a few more screws loose than originally suspected. Instead, Wolverine followed up on the green woman situation.

Approaching, Wolverine arrived just as she looked toward the large metal crates. A small grin grew as he addressed her.

"Not bad. Got an arm on ya, eh?" The Canadian Mutant eyed her up. She was all legs, and boobs, and hair, such hair. Hell, he could get over the green skin thing. Reaching into a pocket on the inside of his light jacket, Logan retrieved a cigar, a staple of his post-beatdown routine. He pulled his lighter from his pocket and began to get the brown stick of smokey delight going. Without introducing himself further, Logan pulled out a second and held it out towards the woman, giving offering stare.

Those crates sat by looking menacing, and they smelled absolutely awful, Logan could hear deep, animalistic breathing inside, but he figured there was no getting out without their handlers showing any signs of consciousness.

[Jennifer Walters]

She didn't know a man could leer and be respectful all at once. That's what she saw in this man's face as he came close, cutting his way through any opposition like Edward Scissorhands gone butch. She pegged him as a blue collar worker. She liked that in a man. Two points so far.

"Not bad. Got an arm on ya, eh?"
"I come fully equipped." she replied to his rhetorical question.

Add two more points for his dress sense and build. He was gracefully deft as he lit his cigar. She smiled at him.


"Those things will stunt your growth." She said, her words harsh but her tone warm, and her smile easily brilliant.

"Nice to meet you, but my dance card is full. I was on my way for some punch. If your on my side, get to work. If you're not, I'll let you cut in and have the first dance."

Not having any sort of super hero hearing or scenting capabilities, nor having ever trained to pay much attention to such things, Jennifer was not distracted by the knowledge there was something living in the boxes, but her eyes were scanning all around taking measure of what she could see, and choosing the place of most chaos to next intervene.

Her eyes flickered back to the man, wondering if he was going to get in her way or not.

[James "Logan" Howlett]

"Those things will stunt your growth."

Logan chomped on his smoke a bit before answering her, "Yeah? It's not like I have much more growing to do." At 6 foot, Logan was pretty content. He was glad he looked the way he did at three hundred pounds, all in his bones, mind you.

"Nice to meet you, but my dance card is full. I was on my way for some punch. If your on my side, get to work. If you're not, I'll let you cut in and have the first dance."

He smirked a bit and said, "Sorry, I prefer redheads." He looked her up and down again before saying, "But, green ain't so bad either. Y'know, when it's not on someone that plans on ripping me in half." It had happened before, a mishap with Banner in the Canadian Rockies. Strongest there is indeed, it was a miracle and a half that his body could mend after being torn apart like that.

"Y-you two are crazy! Don't you know who we are!" Logan looked back and growled, "Knew you'd come back bub. Now, let me at that appendix, you don't need it." He was about to hunt the man down when the press of a button caught his attention. Logan stopped, he could hear the crate doors unlocking and opening. All three boxes let loose a trio of massive creatures, all fur, snow white skin, muscle and rage. They had a name for these creatures in folklore, Wendigo.

One stomped over face to face with Logan, who caught sight of it's eyes, "Aw hell."

It roared in his face, then Logan roared back, only to be smacked away, ricoheting off the ground like he was a bouncy ball. Wolverine only stopped when he hit a car, setting off the alarm and denting the door. A normal man's neck would've snapped.

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[Jennifer Walters]

She liked him.

"You're too pretty to rip in half." She said, ignoring the other little fellow who approached. He could wait his turn.

Mr.Hazmat and the butch Edward Scissorhands went at it a moment verbally. Her new friend did well enough that she felt no need to chime in.

Then all hell broke loose. Or for big strapping man lion things to be exact. More large man than lion, but a monstrous lion face topped the package and making them seem truly inhuman. Their roars were hair raising. There was one, fangs dripping before her almost instantly. She dove in to grapple, to get under it's center of balance and flip it over. Best not to fling it away, better to have it closer to her than closer to any innocence who hadn't had the brains to run.

It was strong and heavy. And that was just it's breath.

The rest of it was a challenge as well, and she gave just enough that it got a good grip on her wrists. Then, like someone flipping out a comforter for a bed, she whipped it high into the air.

"First dance." As she looked up, she saw the wise cracker with the cigar go flying at high speed through the air. She hoped he would not break. Hoped he had some way to deal with the mess he'd gotten into besides those blades he had or his fine set of gluts. Clearly he could fly, and she hoped he landed well. It didn't sound good.

She slammed the beast back down to the pavement hard enough to crack the surface. She left it face planted there. Another beast was already on her back, and a third running toward her. The fourth must be after the flying man.

"Next." She announced, reaching behind her own back like someone pealing out of a sweater. She grabbed hold hard of fur and muscle and flung the thing off her back, aiming it at the one running her way. Clean strike, they both tumbled away.

They were stronger than she had even guessed. Her first dance was on it's feet and roaring so close to her it took her by surprise. Then it was on her and she was going down.

"Cutting in, eh?" Teeth snapped and drooled at her face so she punched it squarely in the snout, tearing her skin on those long fangs.

It lolled a moment and she threw it off her, spinning up to her feet. One was running the small space between her and it, the other headed for the new man, who clearly had survived.

[James "Logan" Howlett]

As the Wendigo trio all took their shot at the woman with the green skin, Logan was healing from the massive head trauma. He slowly rose to his feet, rolling his head in a circle to try and crack his neck. The cuts on his face were closing nicely, leaving no scars, as usual. He groaned before turning around to face the situation.

The She-Hulk was fighting a punch of monsters from Canadian folklore.

"Well, that's not something you see every day."

Snikt

The claws came back out as Logan charged into the fray. Obviously one of the beasts heard him charging, because it snapped up to attention and began to head in his direction, using all fours to pick up a strong stride. The beast growled and Logan let out a battle cry as he jumped up, crashing into it like a full on tackle. Claws ripping into shoulder blades, Wolverine avoided the snap of the Wendigo's jaws. He looked disgusted before saying, "Hey bub, your breath stinks. You'd better shut that thing before-"

He pulled his claw out of it's shoulder and jammed his arm down the beast's throat, "You lose something important." The blood curdling cry of a wounded creature filled the air as Wolverine smirked, "Slam me into a car, eh? Showed you."

[Jennifer Walters]

"Hands. Hands." She admonished her dance partners through grit teeth

Too many snapping jaws. Too many razor sharp claws. It was almost what she'd hoped for back at the senior prom as she'd stood on the sidelines alone watching how the boys surrounded the popular girls like a pack.

This, however, had gone to far. She'd kept them off of her well enough by slinging them in to each other and into the ground, but the foul things wouldn't stay down. Two were on her now, the third about to cause a nasty slash to her favorite face (at depth and high speed), when the thing was suddenly, mortally, slashed, blood flying so fast she could see it in a mist in the air. Where it wasn't fountaining, anyway.

She kicked off the one on her handy right arm, even as she looked shocked into the face of the man who had neatly quartered the beast. He was stunningly undamaged.

"Thanks for cutting in!"

She did not know what the monster count was, but she knew none could be aloud to run the streets of San Fransisco.

[James "Logan" Howlett]

"Yep," Logan offered. The numbers game had evened up a bit, two on two. The creatures regrouped and looked ready to come in and try for another kill. He was ready to finish this off, before any of the other heroes that could be here got in their way. Off the top of his head, the only two that really would be able to reach the city in any reasonable amount of time would be Stark or his buddy from the military Rhodes. Not wanting to deal with the egotistical billionaire or his friend was motivation enough to finish things off.

His eyes shifted to She Hulk, smirking just a bit, "Y'know, I don't usually get along well with the big green ones. The big guy almost ripped me in half in the Rockies, don't suppose you two are acquainted, are ya?" He was referencing the other Gamma related hero, Bruce Banner, The Hulk.

Wolverine moved back towards the brickhouse of a woman and asked, "How's your fastball?" He eyed one of the two creatures that looked particularly mean and smirked.

"I've got a helluva idea to end this."