Invincible. Even if fire can't touch something, it can't keep him down for very long either. Why was Logan such a bitchy pain in the ass most of the time? This is amazing. It's perfect. He's holed up in a large house in Sigyn, still personalized and decorated but deserted, just another reminder that their time here should have come to an end and they don't really belong any more.
But he won't go back. After all that time with something stolen from him, the gods have made amends. They've improved him. All that's waiting for him is another shitty war, one that's been going on for decades, and mutants dropping like flies because humans have somehow figured out a way to cure their DNA - yet another one of the twists and turns in their attempts to eradicate their superiors, attempts which will never end. Better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven, right?
Not that he knows that saying or what it implies, but it's his general feeling as he creates a little palace of fire around himself, all just edging the surfaces of the living room so that nothing truly burns. He wants to be wrapped in it, cocooned. He wants the pressure gauge in his brain low and the thermostat high, just how he likes things. There will be time for more destruction, absolutely more time, but right now he wants to relax.
If he's allowed. He has a feeling his friends will come after him, which will probably mean a fight. But that's not a switch in mood to which he'll object at all, because when is he not fixing for a fight?
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Invincible. Even if fire can't touch something, it can't keep him down for very long either. Why was Logan such a bitchy pain in the ass most of the time? This is amazing. It's perfect. He's holed up in a large house in Sigyn, still personalized and decorated but deserted, just another reminder that their time here should have come to an end and they don't really belong any more.
But he won't go back. After all that time with something stolen from him, the gods have made amends. They've improved him. All that's waiting for him is another shitty war, one that's been going on for decades, and mutants dropping like flies because humans have somehow figured out a way to cure their DNA - yet another one of the twists and turns in their attempts to eradicate their superiors, attempts which will never end. Better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven, right?
Not that he knows that saying or what it implies, but it's his general feeling as he creates a little palace of fire around himself, all just edging the surfaces of the living room so that nothing truly burns. He wants to be wrapped in it, cocooned. He wants the pressure gauge in his brain low and the thermostat high, just how he likes things. There will be time for more destruction, absolutely more time, but right now he wants to relax.
If he's allowed. He has a feeling his friends will come after him, which will probably mean a fight. But that's not a switch in mood to which he'll object at all, because when is he not fixing for a fight?