Crash of Worlds

03

The sounds of echoing ringing were slowly becoming clearer by the second, it was an alarm and Logan just found himself not wanting to move, no one knew what this whole thing would do to him; physically he seemed not much changed, mentally he remembered everything, but there was just this nagging exhaustion which was lingering. It was like he hadn't slept for a whole week, which to be honest, was something he was accustomed to in the future that befell on them all, along with the constant moving, and hunting, but it was a heaviness which was making it hard for him to move. Also didn't help the fact he was in an actual bed, throughout his long life, Logan had spent perhaps more time than he'd admit roughing it with where he laid his head to sleep. But soft pillows, warm covers, this was heavenly. It was a shame that he had to wake up, even when that thought entered his mind, his face actually buried more against the pillow with a quiet but content groan. Five more minutes wouldn't hurt, right?

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, he was on a time limit, thanks to him appearing now the three who dwelt in this large home were dragged into it too. Everyone was on a time limit, Logan was fine with working under pressure, that didn't affect him; Charles, Logan wasn't sure about, Hank would go where he was needed and Alethea was here for the adventure.

That was a little biased, they all, of course, wanted to stop Logan's future from being their future, but most of all they didn't want Raven to get harmed. They all had loyalty and love for the blue-skinned shapeshifter. Which was good, it meant that they'd do what they needed to ensure that this whole thing succeeded, if it meant keeping Raven alive, Logan knew they'd do whatever to keep that a fixed point in any timeline.

The ringing of the alarm was getting ever clearer now, Logan's mind well and truly more awake than asleep. "You know an alarm doesn't switch off, only because you ignore it, right?" A faint familiar voice asked, Logan sighed, more distant than he was moments ago; he was used to ghosts haunting him. A frown appeared on his face, his hand tightening against the pillow as his other arm shifted beneath it. "For pity's sake, Logan. Get up!" His eyes did slowly open, he stared at the curtains and rolled onto his back and waved his arm to the side, his hand roughly smacked the alarm clock to shut it up.

He did give it a glare for good measure, as if challenging it to make another noise. He dared it to as he pushed himself to sit, resting back on his hands he looked about his room. It didn't change all too much from now until when it was his again in the future. That was a little sad to think about, students made their rooms their own, he never really did here...did he always lowkey think he wasn't going to stay? A part of him was always used to being on the move, not having a stable place to call home...

Pinching the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh, he was at least pleased that the Alethea he knew had stopped nagging subconsciously at him to get up. Who needed alarm clocks, when trauma could kick in and wake him? Shaking his head, he didn't mean that, of course he didn't, but the heartache of hearing her voice caused trauma, even if younger her was somewhere in the house.

Throwing his legs over the bed, he looked down at his boots and raised an eyebrow. Truthfully, he'd just heeled them off last night after watching someone enjoy flying about, even from the ground he could hear the exclaims of wonder from Alethea. Someone was enjoying themselves up there. When the shower had finished, they had re-entered the manor, pretty much said night and went their own ways. Even if her way seemingly led to the kitchen, midnight snacking clearly happened. Why didn't he think of that? He did feel hungry, straightening out his white vest where it'd twisted in his sleep, he stood, tucking it into his dark jeans and looking about for his shirt and leather jacket.

It was odd, walking corridors he was so used to being busy and packed. His boots made way too much noise in the eerie silence, he couldn't help but wince and look about, juggling his jacket from one hand to the other as he pulled one arm in his shirt, then the other. This place would be full again, Logan had to believe that, or why else what was the point of this all? He was unsure he'd succeed, but he had to try and believe a better future would come from this. He just hoped he didn't screw the future up more...