"James, there's someone here we'd like you to meet."
"This really isn't a great time Mom," James said from the other side of the door. He looked down at his hands. A foot long bone claw had erupted from between each finger on either hand. Six claws, all razor sharp. What a horrible birthday present.
James Logan Howlett had always been a sickly child. Anemic, with a weak immune system he'd spent over half of his childhood in bed. Until around the time he was fourteen. He just started feeling better, spending time outside, even going on hikes around the countryside. Then he got cut. It wasn't a bad cut really, just a shallow wound while cutting an apple. But he was anemic and instantly wrapped his finger, his mother got out her car keys. They were going to the doctor's office just in case. When they got there the wound was gone, completely healed. The heightened senses came shortly after.
Three days go he'd turned eighteen and that night his claws showed up in a burst of pain. They hadn't gone away. He'd destroyed three bedspreads, slicing up the sheets and himself. Of course, he'd healed. Bloodied up the sheets though.
"I know James, we'd like you to come down anyway. There's someone here who can help you."
James sighed and stood up, keeping his hands stretched out, careful not to touch anything. The claws really were razor sharp and bone is harder then most concrete. It didn't take alot of force to slice through something. James opened the door carefully and sidestepped past his mother and went down the stairs first. He wasn't taking any chances of getting her with the claws by accident.
In the living room sat a bald man in a wheelchair. His father sat in his usual recliner.
"Hello James," the man in the wheelchair said, "My name is Charles Xavier. I run a school for people with gifts like yours."
"You call this a gift, Chuck?" James said as he raised up his bone claws.
"James, have some respect!" his father said.
"It's alright Mr. Howlett," Xavier said, waving his hand in a calming gesture. "If you'd like James, I should be able to help you with those. Come sit on the couch."
James wasn't too sure but his parents seemed to think the parapalegic could help. He walked over and sat on the couch, carefully resting his claws on his lap.
"Just relax," Xavier said as he wheeled closer and tpuched James' forehead.
Yeah right, he hadn't been able to relax in three days. James felt something, a pressure of some sort on his head. He grimaced and let out a howl as his claws popped back into his hands.
"I, I, thank you," James said. He grinned. "I have my hands back."
"You'll find with practice that you'll be able to extend and retract them whenever you need them."
James glared at Xavier. "When am I ever going to need foot-long claws, Chuck?"
"I'm sorry Dr. Xavier," Mr. Howlett said, "He's usually a polite young man."
"Dad, this isn't happening to you, you're not the animal."
"No James, it is happening to you, but you don't have to be an animal." Xavier rolled back a few feet to a conversational distance. "As I was saying, I run a school for people gifted like you. I can help you master your abilities, give you enough control to live a normal life. If you want to."
James thought or a moment about the slashed sheets and all the damage he'd done to his legs just when he'd been asleep. What if his claws had shown up while he was at school? He was going to college next year, what if they showed up then?
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea."
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OOC:
This is a world where Wolverine just came into his powers and becomes one of the founding members of the X-Men. The initial team roster is up in the air.
What I'm looking for is a girl to be a classmate who ends up falling for the young Logan. Kitty, Storm, Jean, whomever you want to play send me a PM.
A few caveats. I'm not into anal, bdsm, scat, etc. No godmoding please.
Send me a PM with your character concepts, any characters you'd like to see on the team with us and anything you'd like to see happen down the line.
Thanks in advance.
"This really isn't a great time Mom," James said from the other side of the door. He looked down at his hands. A foot long bone claw had erupted from between each finger on either hand. Six claws, all razor sharp. What a horrible birthday present.
James Logan Howlett had always been a sickly child. Anemic, with a weak immune system he'd spent over half of his childhood in bed. Until around the time he was fourteen. He just started feeling better, spending time outside, even going on hikes around the countryside. Then he got cut. It wasn't a bad cut really, just a shallow wound while cutting an apple. But he was anemic and instantly wrapped his finger, his mother got out her car keys. They were going to the doctor's office just in case. When they got there the wound was gone, completely healed. The heightened senses came shortly after.
Three days go he'd turned eighteen and that night his claws showed up in a burst of pain. They hadn't gone away. He'd destroyed three bedspreads, slicing up the sheets and himself. Of course, he'd healed. Bloodied up the sheets though.
"I know James, we'd like you to come down anyway. There's someone here who can help you."
James sighed and stood up, keeping his hands stretched out, careful not to touch anything. The claws really were razor sharp and bone is harder then most concrete. It didn't take alot of force to slice through something. James opened the door carefully and sidestepped past his mother and went down the stairs first. He wasn't taking any chances of getting her with the claws by accident.
In the living room sat a bald man in a wheelchair. His father sat in his usual recliner.
"Hello James," the man in the wheelchair said, "My name is Charles Xavier. I run a school for people with gifts like yours."
"You call this a gift, Chuck?" James said as he raised up his bone claws.
"James, have some respect!" his father said.
"It's alright Mr. Howlett," Xavier said, waving his hand in a calming gesture. "If you'd like James, I should be able to help you with those. Come sit on the couch."
James wasn't too sure but his parents seemed to think the parapalegic could help. He walked over and sat on the couch, carefully resting his claws on his lap.
"Just relax," Xavier said as he wheeled closer and tpuched James' forehead.
Yeah right, he hadn't been able to relax in three days. James felt something, a pressure of some sort on his head. He grimaced and let out a howl as his claws popped back into his hands.
"I, I, thank you," James said. He grinned. "I have my hands back."
"You'll find with practice that you'll be able to extend and retract them whenever you need them."
James glared at Xavier. "When am I ever going to need foot-long claws, Chuck?"
"I'm sorry Dr. Xavier," Mr. Howlett said, "He's usually a polite young man."
"Dad, this isn't happening to you, you're not the animal."
"No James, it is happening to you, but you don't have to be an animal." Xavier rolled back a few feet to a conversational distance. "As I was saying, I run a school for people gifted like you. I can help you master your abilities, give you enough control to live a normal life. If you want to."
James thought or a moment about the slashed sheets and all the damage he'd done to his legs just when he'd been asleep. What if his claws had shown up while he was at school? He was going to college next year, what if they showed up then?
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea."
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OOC:
This is a world where Wolverine just came into his powers and becomes one of the founding members of the X-Men. The initial team roster is up in the air.
What I'm looking for is a girl to be a classmate who ends up falling for the young Logan. Kitty, Storm, Jean, whomever you want to play send me a PM.
A few caveats. I'm not into anal, bdsm, scat, etc. No godmoding please.
Send me a PM with your character concepts, any characters you'd like to see on the team with us and anything you'd like to see happen down the line.
Thanks in advance.