xp_logs | Angelo and Logan, Saturday afternoon

Logan stops by Angelo's suite to hand over the self-defence class and offer some advice. Logan is a bastard, but we knew that.

Logan rapped on Angelo's suite door, metal-boned knuckles making his knock sound harsh and insistent. He was still smarting over Ororo's pronouncement and treatment, but he would do the right thing and discharge his giri with good grace. As much as giri could ever _be_ discharged.

"Comin'!" Angelo called from inside, dumping the book in his hand and heading for the door. "What's the... hurry... hey, Logan."

"Angelo." he said, chewing on his unlit cigar. "Hear you're taking my class over. Figured I'd fill you in." he added. "Got a few?"

"I'm... sharin' it with Lorna, but yeah, I am. An' sure, come on in." He stood aside from the doorway.

Logan couldn't keep the twist of disgust off his face at _that_ reminder, but he did step inside of Angelo's suite and plop himself down on one of Angelo's chairs. "We started with situational awareness. What to look for, how to spot dangerous people, that kind of thing. Then we moved into stances - how to stand and how to move."

Angelo nodded, taking that in. "So you were doin' martial arts? Or just general stances so they'd be harder to take down easily?"

"They weren't ready for anything formal. Besides, I don't like formal instruction. Too fussy, not effective enough. Start with the basics, move up from there." he said. "You sure you can handle this?" he asked sharply. "Puttin' lives in your hands, kid."

"Good", Angelo said simply. "'Cause I don't do formal outside the office. Specially not in sparrin' - or in teachin' these kids how to get themselves out of trouble if they have to. I know about stayin' alive, remember."

Logan bit back a snort at that comment. "Was planning on running them through sparring drills soon." he said. "Get them used to hitting a live target. No bags, no nonhuman targets."

Angelo nodded. "Sounds like a decent plan. Show 'em where to hit to put the target down long enough they can get away."

Logan nodded grudgingly. "Something like that." he said with a hint of amusement. "I was going to wrap with powered targets. Everything else has been aimed at norms."

The younger man bridled somewhat at the hint of amusement, but nodded. "What were you gonna teach them about powered targets?"

"Play 'Spot the Power', recognize when they're outclassed and when they're not, and how to deal with nonhuman physiology." he said, smiling a bit as Angelo's irritation went right up his nose.

"'Deal with'? You mean apart from gettin' the hell out of there as soon as they can, if they're outclassed?"

"Don't always have that luxury. Sometimes you have to put your back to a wall and die well." he said calmly. "You think you can run from a telekinetic? A telepath? A magnetopath?" he riposted. "And nonhuman physiology as in "Not everyone has knees, and if they do, they're not always vulnerable. People like me. People like you."

"Sure you can run from a telepath. Move fast enough, disappear into the crowd. The others... yeah, you got a point there. An' just 'cause I don't cut easy, doesn't mean I'm not as vulnerable as anyone to broken bones. I'll do the best I can for them, Logan."

"I'm skeptical, but what I think doesn't matter." he said. "Just - teach them well. Their lives could depend on it." he said with a heavier-than-usual exhalation. He then stood back up. "Good luck with it. Fuck this up, and ..." he said, letting his voice trail off with a truly evil grin.

"You think I don't know that already?" Angelo demanded, the irritation even clearer. "I don't plan on lettin' any of them get away with second-rate."

"Kid, from my perspective they already are." he said, and then let
himself out of the suite without a further word.