[Written] [open to Action for Spades]

[donthithimintheballs]

[written in tight small print.]

Seeing requests for information, I have a few questions of my own. How many of you come from a place that has supernatural powers or mutations. The whole damn lot of you are all real accepting of these things. It makes me wonder if that could be connected to how we got brought here.

Doubt it, but it’s a thought.

That and I might be looking for some people. If you know a wolverine... say something. I got some personal requests. Starting to wonder if I’m losing touch with reality. [the last part was scribbled out, very hard to make out.]

[If you are a Spade, he’s around the ship somewhere. The Sun mostly, as he’s avoiding the Moon more often than not.]

Comments

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

...ohh that's right. I felt my swords hit something they couldn't cut. That's a first in a long time.

[voice]

[donthithimintheballs]

[a snort at that...]

I've got some government secrets going on inside. My claws weren't always blade sharp. They used to be bone. [same as all his other bones...]

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

[whoa wait government what]

...you're not secretly some kind of cyborg, are you?

[voice]

[donthithimintheballs]

Naw, nothin' like that. My bones were infused with a special, unbreakable metal.

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

That's crazy.

[says the guy whose captain is made of rubber. No judging here, though, just a statement. And then he's over it]

So what you're saying is, I'm going to have to work a lot harder to take you down.

[voice]

[donthithimintheballs]

Heh, yeah. Something like that. If I can figure out what's keeping my regeneration down so slow, you'll be in for a real good fight.

[okay, good. Oddly he feels better about things between the two of them now. Hazzah]

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

Don't disappoint me, Logan.

[yep things are cool with them. Time to get drunk]