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[weaponvexed]

[MEANWHILE, OUT IN THE FIELDS--

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[mind_over_metal]

*GUESS WHO NEVER FORGETS A FACE*

...oh.

((PLACEHOLDER))

[weaponvexed]

[you are asking the wrong person, buddy]

So, that happen a lot around here?

[mind_over_metal]

Not infrequently. So you're... on the job out here?

[weaponvexed]

That's what all the damn paperwork I got says.

[mind_over_metal]

Aahh, camp bureaucracy. What exactly is the job that you've been assigned?

[weaponvexed]

Defense against things blowing up instructor.

[mind_over_metal]

Well.

*he surveys the exploded cowbots scattered remains*

You have your work cut out for you, then. It seems like something you have experience with, at least. Or at the very least, raw skill.

[weaponvexed]

A bit of experience goes a long way.

[and now everyone's calling him headmaster and professor and it's starting to get on his nerves :')]

[mind_over_metal]

I suppose that you've already started running into some aspects of the unusual time situation here.

[weaponvexed]

You mean the alternate universe crap?

[mind_over_metal]

Indeed. But also: what year are you from?

[weaponvexed]

Year? 2000.

[mind_over_metal]

...ah. Well.

*extends a hand to him*

Professor Charles Xavier. 1962.

[weaponvexed]

[...yeahhh nnnno]

Bullshit.

[mind_over_metal]

*with his hand still held out patiently*

I'm afraid this is, in fact, the case, Logan.

[weaponvexed]

[oh no, that's too familiar. realising that this is a hell of harder to dismiss when he actually knows the person.]

Oh, for fuck's sake...