xp_logs | Tuesday, Logan and Terry (Reply)

As Terry preps to leave, Logan tracks her down to say goodbye in his own way.

Logan wanted to make sure that he touched base with Terry before she left for Ireland. She'd been a good student - mouthy, but good - who'd taken to what he had to teach like a bat to warm blood. So since he wasn't going to be able to help her technique along any longer he'd went out and acquired a few things suitable for solo training. His nose told her she wasn't in the Music room, nor was she in the kitchen.

Of all places, he caught her coming out of the lockers adjoining the Danger Room. "Terry." he said as pleasantly as he could muster. "Spare a few?" he asked.

Terry juggled a pair of shoes briefly, laughing as she nearly lost them and grinned at Logan, one of the few who had to look up to him, "Sure, I've got a few minutes. Just finished up and I'm clearing out my lockers a bit." Her hair was damp and she smelled like the conditioner she kept in the locker room, more floral than chemical. "What can I do for you?"

"Got something for you." he said. "Since you won't be here to keep working with me." He leaned against a wall and was tempted to pull out a cigar, but Terry was occasionally fussy about that sort of thing so he held off. Besides, she was apparently fresh out of the shower.

Terry barely restrained herself from a gleeful bounce. Bobby'd sent wildflowers today ith a card that read "one more day" and she hadn't stopped smiling since. She couldn't wait to get home. "That's nice of you. I admit, I was thinking about that myself. Training with Bobby isn't quite the same as training with you."

Logan tossed her the bulging manila envelope he had in his free hand. "Got two DVDs in there. Not the same as instructor-led, but it'll show you the moves." he said. "Practicing them is up to you. Put the snowcone to work." he suggested with just a hint of smirk.

"Wrote up some notes on things to look at, things to think about." he added. As he'd so often stressed to her in their training, self-defense was as much a mental game as it was a physical one. At least it was the way Logan taught it.

This time she lost one of the shoes as she grabbed the package; she wrinkled her nose at him. "He'll help." But that never ended up terribly productively. "But the point of training with you was to get better. Bobby and I don't really challenge each other so much." She shrugged and knelt to get her shoe back. "Still, I'll be back for training and such every now and again. Just not right at first. We've got a lot to do at the Keep."

"When you come back touch base with me. I'll set aside a day or so and grill you on where you stand." he said. "It's not much but it's the best I can do." he admitted. "It's up to you how far you go."

"I'll do that, thanks," Terry grinned. She reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind one ear, tilting her head to the side, "Be honest, am I doing well?"

"You'll never be great." he said honestly. "You don't have the physical gifts or the willingness to inflict pain for it. But you're a quick study, you work hard, and you're not afraid. That'll take you pretty far if you keep working at it." he said with a slight shrug.

That's what she'd expected to hear so she just took it with a philosophic nod and shrug. The point of her training was to get away from a fight as quickly as possible. A prolonged encounter would usually end badly for her. "Thanks, Logan. Are you going to be coming to the wedding? We've moved it to August, you know."

Logan just shrugged at that. "We'll see." he said diplomatically. "You having it in Ireland?" he asked. He finally gave in to his craving and took a cigarillo out of his pocket and stuck it between his teeth, but he didn't light it.

Terry nodded, "At the local parish, then the reception will be at the Keep. It'll be small, I think. I had in mind all sorts of fancy ideas and I really think that I'm just trying to hard. It'll be more us if it's just simple and homelike." Also there was a significantly smaller chance she'd get fed up and light someone on fire. These were important considerations, really. "It's a bit inconvenient, I know, having it there but at least we'll be able to host most people at the Keep instead of forcing them off to hotels and such."

"It's a sweet thought, kid, but I can't fly commercial air." he said. "Metal on my bones, I'll never make it through security. So if I go, it'd have to be a private charter or take the Blackbird."

"Oh..." she hadn't considered that. Her mental file added it to the list of things to figure out. The guests arriving at the wedding was a not insignificant detail after all. "I'll...work on that. It's a good point." Of course, she still wasn't sure how she was going to get Bobby's mother to agree to all these mutants at her son's wedding. The Drakes tried but they were barely used to Terry who wasn't even a visible mutation. "Anyway, thanks for the videos. I'll be sure to watch them religiously."

"They're not bad." he said guardedly. "Guy knows his stuff. Hope they'reuseful for you." he said, reaching out and ruffling her still-damp hair a little. "Do well, kid." he said and then turned to go.